At Dymes' command, the Elf Rangers on the battlefield immediately mounted their beloved Moon God Wind Vultures, like a sharp wind of war, swiftly closing in on the sluggish Jackalman Dragon Cavalry.
The gnolls on the ground had already begun their charge, with the jackal barbarian soldiers of the minor clans following closely behind. Meanwhile, the Goldenrod Cannoneers' artillery fire had commenced, making battlefield number eight, already a scene of corpses and blood, lively once more.
"Captain, something's not right! Look! There's something hanging beneath the jackalmens' bipedal dragons!"
An alert from an elf scout made the Ranger Captain raise his head in surprise. As the dozens of bipedal dragons rapidly approached, Dymes finally saw the black wooden barrels hanging beneath those dragons.
As a veteran of the Fourth Dark Siege, Dymes recognized these items at a glance.
The usually indifferent him was also shocked in this instant.
