Pretending to be a noob in a world scaled by power level

[182] David vs Goliath

With a commanding wave of his hand, the Demon King unleashed the next part of his strategy. The ground shook under the thunderous movement of the monstrous war elephants. These creatures, far larger than any natural elephant, were covered in black, twisted armor, carved with eerie, glowing runes. Their tusks were like massive swords, gleaming in the chaotic light of the battlefield, and their eyes glowed with an unnatural, demonic light.

As one, the war elephants lumbered forward, their long strides eating up the distance towards our forces. Each footfall created mini earthquakes, shaking the earth and sending tremors through the feet of both ally and foe. With their giant tusks lowered, they charged like a force of nature, an unstoppable tide of destruction.

The ground shook even more violently as the war elephants picked up speed, their mighty roars echoing across the battlefield, adding to the cacophony of war. Each beat of their massive hearts was like a drum of war, echoing their master's call for destruction and domination. Their charge sent a wave of terror rippling through the battlefield, threatening to break the will of even the bravest warriors.

Taking a deep breath, I barked out my orders, "Spearmen, advance! Make ready!"

The sturdy men of the spearman regiments moved forward, their disciplined ranks holding steady despite the approaching rumble of the giant war elephants. Each soldier's grip tightened on their spears, their knuckles white under their leather gauntlets.

"Form the gaps! Let them through!"

The spearmen broke formation at my command, creating deliberate gaps in our lines. Their training took over as they formed a series of lanes for the charging war elephants to pass through. Despite the fear etched on their faces, not a single man faltered. Their trust in my strategy was unwavering.

As the elephants stormed closer, their terrifying roars and the ground-shaking vibrations causing some to wince, I shouted my final order, "Hold! Hold the line!"

With an ironclad will, the spearmen held their positions, bracing for the coming impact. The ground under their feet seemed to quake more with each passing second, but they stood as firm as statues, eyes locked on the approaching beasts.

As the war elephants reached the front lines, they surged into the opened lanes, their monstrous momentum carrying them through the gaps in our formation. The spearmen, unyielding, braced their spears and stood their ground. The tension on the battlefield was palpable as our plan began to unfold.

"As one! Close the gap! Encircle them!" I shouted, my voice carried by the magic imbued into my orb of communication.

With a deafening battle cry, the spearmen sprung into action. Like a tidal wave crashing over rocks, the soldiers closed in around the massive beasts from all sides, their previously separated ranks seamlessly converging into a single, impenetrable formation.

In perfect synchronization, the spearmen turned their long spears inward, effectively trapping the war elephants within the human cage. The elephants trumpeted in confusion and fear, but the tightening encirclement left them no room to maneuver or escape.

Even as the elephants thrashed and tried to break free, the spearmen held their ground. The wooden shafts of their spears strained under the pressure, but the strong steel tips held fast, piercing the tough hides of the beasts and wounding them.

A wall of spear points bristled menacingly from the human enclosure, each one a testament to the unity and discipline of our forces. We had turned the demon king's own weapon against him, using his massive war elephants to our advantage.

And even as the ground shook beneath their feet, the spearmen stood firm, their faces set in grim determination. They were ready to hold the line, ready to fight until the very end.

Caught in a lethal trap of spears and men, the war elephants became living weapons of chaos. The scent of blood, the pain from their wounds and the close press of bodies sent them into a blind panic. With a deafening roar, they spun around, trying to escape the confining circle of spears.

Their gigantic bodies, usually so imposing and fearsome, now turned into tools of destruction. They charged wildly back towards the demonic army. The sheer momentum and panic of the beasts was a sight to behold. It was like watching a storm surge in the ocean, unstoppable and devastating.

In their fear and desperation, the elephants knew no friend from foe. They crashed headlong into the demonic ranks, their massive bodies knocking demons aside like rag dolls. The orderly lines of the demonic army were thrown into utter disarray. Skeleton knights, imps, brutes - all were swept aside in the elephants' frenzied retreat.

Demons shrieked in terror as the rampaging war elephants tore through their own ranks. Armor and weapons were trampled into the ground, crushed beneath the unstoppable force of the frightened beasts. The once formidable demonic army was now a scene of utter pandemonium, caught in the destructive wake of their own weapon turned against them.

"CHARGE!!!" My voice, amplified by the magic imbued in the orb, boomed across the open field. With a swift tug at the reins, I kicked my horse into motion. A thunderous roar echoed behind me as the mounted units, drawn from every corner of the Allied Kingdoms, spurred their mounts forward. The air was electric, filled with the raw energy of anticipation, of a predator zeroing in on its prey.

The ground vibrated beneath us, the steady thud of hooves merging into a single, continuous drumbeat. The morning sun glinted off the polished armor and weapons, turning the charging cavalry into a dazzling, deadly wave of steel. To my right, the elf riders on their swift deer, the dwarves on their sturdy mountain goats, and the humans on their powerful warhorses.

To my left, the foot soldiers; a sea of men, elves, orcs and other races, their faces set in grim determination. Their battle cry reverberated through the air, a primal roar that promised death to any who dared stand in their path. Spears, swords and shields held high, they charged forward, their pace a rhythmic, ground-shaking stomp.

Our formation was oblique, a strategy honed by centuries of warfare. The cavalry, with their speed and momentum, would strike hard and fast on the right flank, scattering the enemy and causing confusion. The foot soldiers, on the left, would push steadily forward, applying pressure and preventing any counterattack.

The clash was imminent, a single moment in time where the outcome of the war hung in the balance. Every breath was drawn in anticipation, every heartbeat a drumroll to the symphony of war. And then, with a resounding crash that echoed across the field, we met the enemy.

Q: Have you seen LOTR Return of the King?