When this blob of night approached the Dragonlites, they realised it was just a bunch of crows. They did not take them seriously, opting to wait for them to get close enough to get turned into roasted chicken...erm bird.

Many in the frontlines laughed when those suicidal crows voluntarily splat themselves onto their shields as they instantly evaporated from the heat. They had mistakenly believed that their enemy was resorting to such a tactic to waste their mana so that they would have less for the later fights.

Because of this lapse in judgement, some of the mages slacked, and part of the shield became less reinforced, allowing the crows to penetrate through the shield. After the sacrifice of their predecessors and the cackling crows zoomed through and caused significant damage to the frontlines.

However, any Dragonlites that had been hit were quickly replaced by the following row of their comrades as Marquis Forneus bellowed out commands to take control of the situation. He demanded the second batch of Dragonlites to put up another shield to keep the flying horde moving forward.

Yet the crows were not some dumb birds, especially under the influence of Odin's Ravens. After learning that the direct assault was futile, they quickly retracted and attacked from the sides instead, seeing that it was just a shield at the front.

In the skies, the horde was vulnerable from any direction, and thus Marquis Forneus ordered for a swift landing to prevent the murderous crows from hurting them anymore. In the meantime, he ordered a few of his Dragon Devils to prepare a counter-attack should the crows come too close to them. After all, the rest of the prized warriors needed to carry their weight for the rest of the 'show'.

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Meanwhile, the Pandarens realised what was coming would be a hell of a battle considering the Giants were rushing towards them without any hesitation. The land hovers and Venus Four Pandawans were doing their best to delay the Giants, but they could only do so much against their sizes and massive numbers.

Despite their lack of firepower, Sarge Rocher and the others had devised a method they had seen in the first movie trilogy of a galaxy far far away. They used the land hovers with grappling hooks and went around the Giants, binding them on their legs and tripping them.

Unfortunately, unlike the AT-Ts in Galaxy Wars, these Giants were sentinel in nature, and they had the ability to untie those ropes themselves after they fall.

"Unless you bash them hard on their head...or nose." Sarge Rocher shouted with glee as he sped up fast enough for a quick impact against the nostrils of the crouching Giants and sprayed a rain of bullets into their nose. (If not for his safety gears attached to the seat, he would have flown forward.)

With the armour piercing shots, some of the bullets went through to their brains and killed them instantly. For those who were fortunate to survive, other Royal Snake soldiers slammed the land hovers again with the usage of the boosters into their eye sockets and shot through them too. It was extraordinarily bloody yet highly effective.

Still, Earl Barbatos was not relenting with his charge of Giants. Right now, he knew that the overall advantage was on his side. Those minor annoyances may take out a couple of Giants, but it was a drop in the bucket against their numbers.

Sometimes, no strategy was also a viable strategy, especially against Moloch's trick