So for third world I am thinking about Shield Hero as it has enough power without being overpowered what do you think.
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As for General Dalton, who was leading this battle, his expression also changed, and he was a little in disbelief.
"How is it possible?!" Dalton was in disbelief. How could this monster army be so elite?!
Judging from his eyesight, all the monster warriors in sight had the strength of intermediate warriors.
"Could it be that this entire army of 10,000 monsters are intermediate warriors?" Dalton felt his scalp go numb and his whole body go cold at his guess. But in reality, he didn't know half of it.
But now was not the time to hesitate. The horn sounded, and human army formations joined the war one after another.
At the same time, Dalton, as a general and the leader of the Redthorn Knights, quickly led the elite knights riding six-legged giant horses behind him to retreat, preparing to defeat this monster army from the rear.
In the sky, the harpies, who noticed the movements of the Redthorn Knights, quickly sent a message to the leader of the monster army, the Jackal leader Brian.
After receiving the news, Brian sneered and immediately led five hundred warg knights to break away from the monster army, intending to face the Redthorn Knights head-on.
Before Brian led the gray-haired gnolls to surrender to his master, he led more than a hundred warg knights, all of whom were intermediate warriors. Five years after surrendering to his master, the strength of the Wild Clan, bestowed by the Void Dragon's blood, had grown steadily.
The number of Warg Knights had expanded from more than 100 to 500, and the first 100 or so Warg Knights had long been intermediate warriors. Now all of them had reached the lowest order of seven, and a few with outstanding talents had even reached the ninth order. One warg knight broke through the advanced threshold not long ago and became a high-level warg knight!
Therefore, Brian dared to lead the 500 Warg Knights to face the Red Thorn Knights head-on.
"A group of human knights who are basically at level five dare to compete with our elite Warg Knights?!" A trace of cruelty flashed in Brian's wolf eyes.
The Sieglinde family had already informed him of the information about the Redthorn Knights and their current leader, General Dalton.
"This is the Warg Knight of the Gnolls?"
Dalton led the Redthorn Knights around, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw monster knights charging at them with terrifying speed. He narrowed his eyes and recognized the origin of the enemy.
"There are only five hundred who dare to attack our Red Thorn Knights head-on. It's really ridiculous. Let me break them up and crush them!"
Dalton roared angrily, and fighting energy instantly condensed on the weapons behind him, the terrifying energy aura flickering.
With a bang, blood rain flew, and the two knights collided with each other and started fighting madly.
The jet-black scimitar made of low-grade magic iron in the Warg Knight's hand was quickly stained with blood energy. The scimitar fell, and a poignant blood light suddenly appeared. Before the human knight fighting against the Warg Knight could react, he and his six-legged giant horse were split into two halves.
The Warg Knight cultivated blood energy, which mainly strengthened physical fitness. In this regard, it was more in line with Barbatos's Void Dragon Vein power. The enhanced physical fitness of the profession, plus the physical strength enhanced by the dragon vein, resulted in the same level of physical fitness for the Warg Knights, which was very exaggerated. At least, when facing ordinary human professionals, going up a lower level was not a big problem.
On the human side, the Redthorn Knights cultivated fighting energy. Fighting energy was violent and powerful, but when it came to enhancing physical fitness, it was average.
One side was a human shield warrior with exaggerated physical fitness far beyond the same level. The other side was an explosive warrior with only average physical fitness for the same level.
If the former could survive the latter's explosive attack, there would be no doubt about the outcome.
When Dalton killed the fifth Warg Knight, the Redthorn Knights under his command had already lost more than two hundred people, and the knights' morale was somewhat broken.
Seeing that something was wrong, Dalton gritted his teeth and wanted to lead the knights to break through the Warg Knights. He slashed with the giant blade in his hand, and the master-level condensed fighting spirit exploded, forming a twenty-meter-long blazing red fighting spirit sword light.
"Death!" Dalton's forehead veins bulged as he roared and slashed at the Warg Knights in front of him.
Time seemed to stop for a moment, and the six Warg Knights in front of Dalton instantly split into two pieces, blood gushing out and their internal organs spilling out all over the place.
Not far away, Brian, who had hacked to death countless human knights with his machete, saw bloodshot eyes crawling across his face when he saw this scene, and his wolf face was extremely ferocious.
Time seemed to freeze for a heartbeat. Then, with a savage roar, the six Warg Knights in front of Dalton were cleaved in half, their bodies splitting like butchered cattle. Blood sprayed in thick arcs, painting the ground crimson, as intestines and organs spilled out in steaming heaps. The stench of death mixed with the metallic tang of blood filled the air.
Not far off, Brian, already soaked in the blood of countless human knights, his machete slick with gore, saw the carnage and felt his blood surge. His eyes, already bloodshot from the frenzy of battle, burned with fury. His wolfish face twisted into a savage snarl as he bared his fangs.
"Damn you, human! You're mine!" Brian roared, his voice a guttural howl of rage. He dug his heels into the flanks of his Silver Moon Wolf, and the beast responded with a snarl of its own, becoming a streak of silver lightning as it shot toward Dalton.
Dalton's eyes immediately locked onto Brian. Even amidst the chaos, the gnoll's presence was impossible to miss. His aura pulsed with raw power, just shy of a professional at level 15. For a brief moment, Dalton could almost mistake him for a Master Gnoll.
"This one's close to master-level," Dalton thought, his lips curling into a disdainful smirk. "But not close enough."
With a flick of his wrist, Dalton pointed his massive two-meter-long red blade at Brian. The energy coursing through the blade surged, shrinking into a condensed fighting spirit, only a few meters in length now, but far deadlier—focused, sharp, lethal.
[Third Tier: Acceleration]
[Third Tier: Great Power]
[Fourth Tier: Curse of Weakness]
Three spells shimmered in the air. The first two slammed into Brian, enhancing his speed and strength, the magic merging with his body and his mount. The last curse struck Dalton like a heavy blow, sapping his momentum, weakening his strength, speed, and resistance. He growled in frustration, his teeth grinding together.
Dalton's eyes narrowed as he spotted the trio of mages casting the spells from afar, surrounded by a group of human warriors. "The damn Siglinde family," Dalton spat, his voice thick with venom. "Damn the Siglinde family. Roy, Witt—I'll kill you all later!"
"You talk so much; you will die here today!"
"You won't live to see it!" Brian's snarl cut through the air like a thunderclap. Fueled by the double blessing, his aura erupted, and he unleashed his hidden trump card. The Silver Moon Wolf beneath him howled, its fur bristling as its muscles bulged grotesquely, its body swelling in size. Its once-silver fur was now dyed a deep, ominous blood-red.
The combination went berserk.
Brian's eyes turned fully red, the blood within him boiling as his power skyrocketed. He raised his enchanted scimitar high, the blade gleaming with dark energy, and slashed down with terrifying force. The air whistled as the blade descended, thick with the stench of death.
Feeling the great pressure, Dalton put away his contempt and roared, swinging the red giant blade and slashing at Brian.
Dalton felt the crushing weight of Brian's attack, the pressure palpable. Gritting his teeth, he roared and swung his red blade to meet the blow. Their weapons collided with a deafening crash, the impact sending a shockwave through the ground. Earth and grass exploded in all directions, and the battlefield was carved open, leaving a crater several meters deep.
Silver light and red light intertwined, and both sides in the pit fought madly with all their strength.
"Either you die or I die!"
Brian and the Silver Moon Wolf went completely crazy, almost desperately burning the huge blood in their bodies, slashing down streaks of blood. On the opposite side, Dalton looked ferocious as he took all of Brian's attacks. Originally, Dalton was riding a high-level leopard monster mount, but Dalton was a warrior, not a knight. He could not fuse with the high-level leopard monster like Brian, borrow power, and bear the damage together. Therefore, not long after the battle, the leopard monster died suddenly under the terrifying attack.
Silver and red energy clashed in the pit, the two combatants locked in a brutal struggle. Brian and his Silver Moon Wolf had gone fully mad, attacking relentlessly with wild, feral fury. Their bloodlust was palpable, their attacks a whirlwind of crimson strikes. Dalton, for all his power, was forced to parry each blow, the force of each strike reverberating through his body. His high-level mount, a sleek leopard monster, buckled under the strain, unable to bear the combined force of Brian's maddened assault. Within moments, the beast collapsed in a heap, crushed beneath the onslaught.
"A mere jackal, not even a master, dares challenge me?!" Dalton roared, his eyes wild with rage. "How absurd!"
His body ignited with a fiery aura, the flames of his fighting spirit blazing into the sky. It was his forbidden secret technique, the final ace up his sleeve. Brian and his Silver Moon Wolf had pushed him too far, and now, it was kill or be killed.
Brian and the Silver Moon Wolf put too much pressure on him. If he didn't use the secret technique at the bottom of the box, he might really be killed by the former.
A fourteenth-level dragon-veined jackal knight and a fourteenth-level dragon-veined Silver Moon Wolf mount faced off against a fifteenth-level master. After all, there was a big gap between level fourteen and level fifteen.
However, the former was strengthened by two mid-range spells, while the latter was partially weakened by a mid-range spell. In addition, Brian could merge with his mount to become mad, and the two parties became one. The originally huge gap was instantly reduced to a manageable degree.
Brian's red eyes gleamed with unbridled fury, even as blood streaked down his fur-covered body. Deep gashes marred his flesh, his muscles exposed, yet he fought on. Madness had consumed him; his only thoughts were of killing. He swung his scimitar again and again, each strike more vicious than the last. The Silver Moon Wolf beneath him snarled and bit at Dalton, its jaws snapping with deadly force.
Dalton, now empowered by his secret technique, counterattacked with ruthless precision. His blade cut through the air, leaving trails of molten red energy as it slashed into Brian's body. Blood sprayed from the gnoll's wounds, but Brian refused to fall. He fought on, driven by a primal, unyielding rage.
After Dalton's secret technique broke out, he suppressed Brian instantly. Brian struggled to hold on, blood marks appeared on his body, and his flesh was tumbling, but there was still a crazy look in his eyes.
Although Brian was still rational after going berserk, his anger and murderous intent were too strong. At this moment, he was thinking only of killing, killing, killing. As for whether he would die, Brian couldn't think about that much!
The nature of jackals is full of madness, and as the leader of thousands of gray-haired jackals, Brian is obviously the strongest and craziest one, otherwise, he would not be able to convince the crowd.
The pit where they fought widened with every clash, the ground crumbling beneath their feet. Around them, the battlefield raged, warg knights and human knights locked in deadly combat. The human army, demoralized and terrified by the sheer power of the monster forces, began to falter. The screams of dying men filled the air as their bodies were torn apart by monstrous claws and weapons.
But Dalton and Brian cared for none of it. Their battle was personal, a clash of titans, and it would only end when one of them lay dead.
The battlefield was fierce and anxious.
All the tens of thousands of human troops joined in and fought crazily with the 10,000 monster troops. But a moment later, the human warriors who personally felt the terrifying strength of the monster warriors finally collapsed after their comrades died one after another.
The human army broke up and fled, and the remaining Red Thorn Knights were also struggling to survive. While desperately rushing out from the warg knights, they had to withstand the bombardment of the three mages.
Farther back, the mages continued their deadly work, casting curses and debuffs with brutal efficiency. Roy and Witt, along with an elder mage, unleashed wave after wave of wide-range spells, weakening the human forces even further. They targeted the Red Thorn Knights, stripping them of their strength, slowing their movements, and cursing their weapons. The once-proud knights fell like wheat before the scythe, their bodies piling up as the warg knights cut them down.
The battlefield was a vision of hell. Blood soaked the earth, bodies lay strewn in grotesque piles, and the air was thick with the smell of death and decay. In the center of it all, Dalton and Brian fought on, two warriors locked in a dance of death.
Brian's body was failing, blood pouring from his wounds, but the fire in his eyes burned brighter than ever. "One of us dies today!" he roared, slashing at Dalton with all the strength he had left.
Dalton's blade met his, the impact sending another shockwave through the battlefield. "It won't be me," Dalton growled, his voice low and dangerous. "I'll kill you, gnoll, and then I'll burn this entire battlefield to ash."
With a final roar, the two warriors clashed once more, their blades ringing in the blood-soaked air, neither willing to back down, both willing to die.
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Farther back, Roy and Witt, the former a senior mage, the latter an intermediate mage, and a family elder who was also an intermediate mage, unleashed various spells wantonly under the protection of hundreds of dragon-blooded warriors trained by the family.
They did not directly kill human knights, but used various low-level spells that consumed less magic power, released quickly, and covered a wide range of group attack auxiliary spells, such as area weakness spells and area curse spells, which caused the knights of the Red Thorn Knights to suffer immensely as they were killed or captured by warg knights.
At this time, the terrifying power of the mages was evident.
Under the indirect influence of the spells of three high-level and two intermediate-level mages, the Red Thorn Knights lost at least more than 150 knights in a short period. These knights were not just average soldiers; all of them were powerful, elite intermediate knights.
The results of this kind of battle, even if three senior warriors were to fight in person, would be far less effective than Roy's spells.
This is one of the reasons why spellcasters have a higher status than ordinary professionals. War is the theme of the world, and spellcasters are often the protagonists of war.
In the sky, the harpies projected metal short spears, targeting the group of mages protected by elite warriors.
"Do you still want to support the front line?"
Flying hundreds of meters high in the sky, the leader of the harpies, Ava Blackfeather, who had reached the advanced level, smiled scornfully. They were scantily clad in the dragon's lair, but now they all wear enchanted light armor (from the Siglinde family) on the battlefield. ), their bodies are flexible and strong, and they can easily evade the mage spells and warrior fighting spirit attacks underneath.
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