Mage Legend-Chapter 848 - 62: Step 4

Thanks to the secret assistance from the Mage Association, the great snake was unaware of its opponent's actions. His Flying Cavalry reported that the enemy was retreating gradually into those solid isolated castles, trying to rely on trenches and walls to save their own lives. The great snake laughed heartily upon hearing this, patting his scout on the shoulder and saying, "Walls? With my technology, what walls in this world can stop our victorious steps?"

In the early summer of that year, as the strawberries in the fields were ripe, hanging with dew waiting to be harvested, the final battle began.

The first to launch an attack was the Bear Cavalry Legion from the north. They ambushed the great snake's rear guard at Hundred Stones Beach, and released water to cut off its retreat over land. Because the mages had concealed this army beforehand with a large illusion, the snake-man army still thought the surrounding area was just an innocuous forest until the cavalry charge. The Paladin Wislin, who was bestowed the title of "Golden Horn," led the charge and with one fierce assault severed the rear guard of the snake-men.

Only then did the great snake become aware of the enemy's actions and the information gaps on its side. He ordered the army to halt, set up all defenses, and continuously expanded the scouting range.

This was exactly what Lynch hoped for. The great snake was now halted in the place the mages hoped for, a location that seemed safe but hid lethal threats. The mages, in collaboration with local druids, concealed all the terrain that might be beneficial to the great snake. They altered the direction of paths, made the forest impenetrably dense, ensured the rivers were swift and uncrossable, and made the rocks loose so that no one dared to approach. A deadlock slowly formed. The great snake was not a native of Anriel, and his snake-man subordinates had never been to this place called Cold Dawn Mountains. Only farmers living nearby or scholars well-versed in history and geography knew the secrets of this area.

Dawn arrived.

The morning mist was icy and relentless, as sharp as a blade. Not a breeze was stirring; the air was silent. The snake-man soldiers were unprepared for this sudden drop in temperature in summer, huddling together around the fire pits, tightly curling their scales to conserve their body's warmth. However, this cold was not simply a natural phenomenon; it was the anger of the gods.

This was once the strongest fortress of the Great Arcanists, the location of the Central Mage Tower. When the Magic God fell, his power erupted from here, annihilating all arcane achievements.

For the generals commanding the battle, the historical significance held no concern. A thick fog, a cold morning, capable of freezing the snake-men, was enough.

The allied forces quietly approached the hills, forming their ranks beside the high ground occupied by the great snake. They did not hurry to attack—the fog would also render their own offensive chaotic.

Lynch was not present on the battlefield; he was still at the All-Knowing Tower casting spells. As the Eye of Insight transmitted intelligence from the front lines into his mind, a slight smile appeared on the mage's lips, and he ceased his incantation.

The great snake finally began to perceive the surrounding conditions. In his field of vision, countless lifefires burned fiercely, full of energy and courage, unlike the chilling and seemingly ashen-gray flames of the snake-men. His opponents were ready, with power swelling and surging like the ocean.

He burst out of the tent, knocking one of his guards off balance. The great snake's eyes had turned blood-red. His keen senses picked up the scent of impending doom.

The mist slowly dissipated, revealing the figures of the allied soldiers. Pastan's cavalry had also returned from the northern ambush site. Wislin held a massive Golden Horn in his hands, slowly bringing it to his lips.

The wind rose, stirred by the war cries of warriors charging, and the galloping of countless horses swept across the earth.

To the sound of the horn, the knights charged swiftly towards the snake-men's camp.

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