Sorcery Monarch

Chapter 39: Full Army Assault!

Chapter 39: Full Army Assault!

"Form ranks, defensive formation!"

Angela's clear command rang out, and the soldiers' hundreds of hours of training kicked in as ninety soldiers and ten newly recruited warriors quickly fell into line.

Shields were raised at the front, spears braced behind, and archers concealed, forming a neat and square formation that looked highly disciplined.

Old Field, the village chief, was deeply impressed as he studied the familiar faces of the soldiers, yet now they seemed strangely unfamiliar.

He couldn't believe that just a few days of training had transformed these once disorganized soldiers, cart pushers, and warriors of Bay Village into a unified force.

In his youth, Old Field had fought in the Netheril Empire's army, battling orcs to the north and barbarians to the east.

During the eastern frontier expansion, Old Field had been on the frontlines, fighting against countless fishmen and trolls.

His vast experience allowed him to see the subtle but significant changes in these soldiers.

Even the Netheril Empire's regular armies couldn't form ranks so quickly—within just a few breaths—while on the march.

"Is this the confidence Lord Matthew has in his professional soldiers?"

"Perhaps we really can defeat the dangerous slave-hunting group!"

With that thought, Old Field gripped his longbow tighter, gently rubbing the bowstring as he awaited the enemy's arrival.

Matthew had dismounted and hidden behind the rear ranks, gently patting Yaya on the back.

"Fly up and scout the enemy's numbers. Sense if there are any hidden in the forest."

"Be cautious, trust your instincts, and don't get too close to the trees. If you're attacked, return immediately!"

Yaya nodded, sneaking into the nearby bushes. With a soft whoosh of wind, she shot up into the sky.

Matthew looked up and was surprised to see that Yaya's body had blended seamlessly with the sky, her scales turning a deep blue.

Even with his psychic connection, Matthew could barely pinpoint her location, unable to discern her exact position.

"Indeed, challenge ratings don't lie!"

Yaya's combat prowess, her ability to suppress trolls in melee combat, her superior scaly armor, and rapidly improving combat and flight skills—all marked her as formidable.

An average squad of intermediate-level professionals, even at Level 9+, would likely be no match for her.

In a matter of seconds, Yaya's report echoed in Matthew's mind:

"Daddy, there are forty enemies directly ahead of you. Three of them are stronger than the others..."

"There are fifty more hiding in the forest, and I saw long-range crossbows..."

"Ah? What are those? They look so ugly, with pointy noses, short bodies, and they howl like dogs. There are hundreds of them!"

"..."

"Have they lured kobolds into this?"

"Their appetite is insatiable!"

Matthew wasn't shocked by the Bloodhand Slave-Hunting Group's underhanded tactics. He had learned long ago never to underestimate any opponent.

After all, every player who had died at least a hundred times could speak from experience on the matter.

Without hesitation, Matthew had Yaya return and began calculating rapidly.