Evolving Silver Dragon - Chapter 355

Chapter 355: 353 Death Charge_1

Translator: 549690339

After making sure that the logistics work was in order, Carterlan ordered the preparations for the siege to begin.

Unlike ordinary battles, the Dawn Legion not only consisted of elite soldiers but also numerous excellent spellcasters from various races.

In particular, elves made up the majority of these spellcasters. These elven mages had lived through long years and had accumulated formidable spellcasting abilities.

In order to showcase the prowess of the elves, Carterlan decided to have them as the vanguard.

Ordinary siege equipment was too slow; what he wanted was to directly blast a hole in the walls of Purgatory City.

By the second day, after confirming that the surrounding undead had been fully dealt with, Carterlan personally led his team to the vicinity of Purgatory City.

Looking at the empty space above the city walls, Carterlan furrowed his brows slightly; this seemed a bit too quiet.

Wasn’t it said that this place had become the base of the Purgatory Demon Dragon, and undead filled the area?

Now that their army was pressing in, there was no reaction at all…

So he beckoned to Mentor behind him, who then approached nonchalantly.

Carterlan had always regarded Mentor as a close friend and confidante. Seeing Mentor’s unwavering calmness, he felt slightly more at ease.

Then, Carterlan whispered, “What’s the situation inside? Have you found anything?”

Mentor spoke softly as well, “I’ve sent quite a few skilled individuals in a few days ago, but until now, not only have we not received any useful intelligence, none of the people who entered have returned.”

Hearing this, Carterlan’s brows furrowed tighter. This meant that they still knew nothing about the situation within Purgatory City to this day.

Looking at the empty space above Purgatory City, not a single ghostly figure could be seen.

However, Carterlan did not think that the enemy was lax in their defense. In fact, he felt a creepy and eerie atmosphere.

Should they wait a bit more?

As Carterlan pondered upon this, Mentor quietly suggested, “Some impatient fellows can’t wait any longer. Why not send them up first to scout the way?”

After saying this, Mentor glanced nonchalantly behind him.

Following Mentor’s gaze, Carterlan discovered that Feliton’s representative looked eager to give it a go.

Having lost face in front of everyone yesterday, he seemed desperate to redeem himself.

Although Carterlan understood his feelings, the elves also needed this opportunity.

Without worrying about the reality within Purgatory City for now, Carterlan gave the order, and the grandmasters from the Dawn Forest stood in a row below Purgatory City.

Surrounding them were even more heavily armed, well-equipped elf warriors.

To the Elves, highly skilled spellcasters were also extremely rare resources.

Though none of these grandmasters had reached the realm of legends, they were skilled in the coordinated use of spells. When combined, their powers were formidable.

Muttering incantations in their hearts, they neatly and harmoniously called upon the magic within their bodies and communicated with the surrounding magic elements.

Soon, huge fireballs, ice spears, and other magical creations appeared in the air, aiming at the city walls of Purgatory City.

First, scorching columns of fire and fireballs poured down upon the sturdy walls, and by the time this round of attack ended, the grayish-yellow walls had turned bright red.

Even from a relatively safe distance, drops of sweat formed on Carterlan’s forehead due to the high temperature.

Although the walls of Purgatory City had reached extremely high temperatures and even showed signs of melting, they had not yet been affected fundamentally.

Moreover, ordinary beings would find the heat unbearable even from such a distance- getting any closer would be difficult.

However, the elves’ casting had not yet ended.

While the city walls of Purgatory City were still at extremely high temperatures, large ice spears and freezing air were blasted right at them.

Even the most durable material couldn’t withstand the alternating cycles of extreme heat and cold.

More so, the original Black Gold City, which later became Purgatory City, had not used any rare and sturdy materials to construct the walls. They were simply made of the sand and rocks commonly found in the Dragon Bone Wasteland.

As expected, under the torment of the two extreme environments, large cracks had formed on the walls of Purgatory City.

With the impact of a row of ground spikes, the already weak walls were directly blasted open, creating a hole.

Seeing all of this, a satisfied smile spread across Carterlan’s face.

Although the wall strength of Purgatory City was average, it was rare to see a nation capable of blasting a hole through them with spellcasters alone, like the Elves had done.

Even the Western Empire would need considerable time to prepare a spellcaster team like this.

At this moment, without looking back, Carterlan could hear gasps of amazement coming from the back.

It was only then that many of the leaders of the nations who had joined this coalition realized the formidable strength the Elves still wielded.

At the same time, some well-informed individuals recalled that out of the three Floating Cities, two belonged to the Eastern and Western Empires, while the remaining one was under the Elves’ control.

Those who had the fortune to visit the Dawn Forest in earlier years still remembered how magnificent that floating city was.

What many people did not know was that the floating city’s manufacturing technology was developed and provided by the elves themselves.

The smile on Carterlan’s face grew wider, as it appeared that his initial goal had finally been achieved.

However, he soon noticed that the expressions on the faces of the elf warriors guarding the spellcasters were somewhat off.

Following their gaze, he saw the broken stones and smoke where the city wall had collapsed.

As the smoke gradually dissipated, the smile faded from Carterlan’s face.

What did he see? Hundreds of neatly arranged Death Knights!

Damn it, had these high-level undead types become so common now?

“Quick! Protect the spellcasters and retreat to a safe location!”

As Carterlan’s command was issued, the Death Knights had already crossed over the rubble and ruins and charged towards the spellcaster formation that was just beginning to retreat.

They could not outrun the undead horses on foot, but fortunately, the elven spellcasters were well-versed in their magical arts; aside from one or two fools who were frightened out of their wits, the rest all took to the skies.

However, the elf warriors who had previously protected them were not so lucky. Although they were elites, they were no match for the full-speed charge of the Death Knights.