Five massive shadows tore through the snowstorm, swooping down!
It was the Special Mobile Team!
Five well-rested Proto-Dragons, carrying five Paladins in peak condition and with ample divine grace, arrived at full speed from the Middle Branch Road, like sharp swords coming to their aid!
Before the dragons even landed, their frosty dragon breath swept forth, pouring down onto the heads of the Frost Howl soldiers who were in hot pursuit!
Dozens of Frost Howl soldiers, their minds clouded by divine power, instantly turned into ice sculptures!
At the same time, the Paladins leaped from the dragons' backs, landing steadily in front of Gollon's rearguard squad.
The weapons in their hands erupted with dazzling light, and relying on their divine spells and combat skills, they began to reap enemy heads, firmly holding back the most ferocious impact of the Frost Howl surge!
"Lord Gollon! Take your men and retreat! Leave this to us!" The leading Paladin's voice was booming, filled with undeniable power.
A glimmer of hope in a desperate situation! The Ital'ruk soldiers who were retreating burst into cheers and roars of relief.
Gollon's spirits lifted, and he roared, "Good! Those on rearguard, retreat with me! Quickly!"
Hope, like a ray of sunlight piercing through the blizzard's dark clouds, was rekindled.
However—
This flame of hope burned for less than ten breaths.
Hamur looked at the suddenly appearing mobile team, his face showing no surprise, only a deeper, more profound coldness, like ten-thousand-year-old profound ice.
"They've all finally come out?" He murmured, a cruel smile curling at his blood-stained lips.
Immediately after, behind the first defensive line on Main Valley Road, which was controlled by Hamur's forces—
Dull, thunderous, and perfectly synchronized footsteps shook the earth!
A Frost Howl legion, even larger, more formidable, and better equipped than the previous pursuing force, surged in along the Main Valley Road!
It was the thousand soldiers Hamur had kept hidden!
They were silent, only their weapons reflecting a cold glint, and their iron armor producing a deathly scraping sound as they moved.
The Matos Guards.
They were Matos's most elite guard in the Frost Howl clan, and also his strongest force in the mortal world.
It was due to the existence of this guard that Matos held enough sway within the Frost Howl tribe.
Their objective was clear and deadly: to push rapidly and irresistibly directly through the center of Main Valley Road!
Because they were empowered by Hamur's witchcraft, they moved extremely fast, quickly reaching the front lines of the battle.
This large army was like an unbreakable wall of steel, directly impacting the newly stabilized rearguard line, as well as the Special Mobile Team composed of five Paladins and five Proto-Dragons.
Their position, timing, and chosen route were breathtakingly precise!
This was a fatal blow delivered with absolute power!
The intention was to crush Gollon's remnants, along with the rearguard mobile team, here before they could retreat to the third defensive line!
Then, capitalizing on the momentum of their great victory, they would directly break through the third defensive line!
The Ital'ruk soldiers, who had just been invigorated by the mobile team's appearance, instantly lost what little color was left in their faces.
Those perfectly synchronized footsteps, that mountain-like silence of oppression, that unstoppable direction of advance…
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