Count Jacob did not sit idly by. With the agility of a warrior and powerful dynamic vision, he weaved through the bombardment, evading shell after shell.
However, he knew this was not the end.
Count Jacob looked up into the distance, his eyes narrowing as if piercing through the billowing smoke.
For months, through numerous bloody battles costing the lives of tens of thousands, he had thoroughly grasped the Ashen Legion's "Triple Axe" tactics.
First, bombard with cannons, then sweep with wyverns, and finally, mop up with infantry and cavalry ground forces.
"Roar——"
Sure enough, a long dragon's roar sounded.
A row of chaotic black shadows appeared on the horizon, rolling in like storm clouds, pressing toward Fayol City.
Count Jacob roared:
"Wyverns! Be wary of the sky!"
But before the soldiers could crawl out from the fortifications, the bipedal wyverns dove onto the city walls.
Chaotic shadows danced, and scorching flames raged along the walls.
