Huh? There's a magic school here.

Samuro led his generals into the sky, and those who couldn't fly were carried by wyverns to accompany him. Unlike the previous gnoll leader, Samuro was eager for some foolish human to come and cause him trouble from the sky, so he could kill them on the battlefield and boost morale. Unfortunately, he didn't get to see anyone provoke him.

"How are the troops' preparations going?"

In fact, Samuro was no longer worried when it saw the massive army before it. The densely packed army was well-prepared, and orcs didn't have much strategy in warfare.

In the face of absolute power, any schemes and tricks are futile. But some might ask, how can one say that strategy was useless when so many brilliant generals in ancient China won countless victories? Those who ask this haven't considered that ancient China was at war almost every year. Of all those battles, how many are truly remembered? How many were won through risky maneuvers? What is remembered is precisely because they were successful only a few times; their rarity is what makes them memorable.

Although the Samuros do not know these things, they fight based on instinct.

"Lord Samuro, the troops have been assembled. Now we await your command, and the mirror units will be released in front of the enemy positions."

"Let the troops move out and let us eliminate the enemy once and for all. I don't want to stay here for too long; I need to go to a place with abundant fire elemental power to train!"

"Yes, sir! I don't think you'll have to wait long!"

In the eyes of the orc general, an orc army of nearly 300,000 could basically crush all forces on the continent of Karen. As for those scum in the City of Rest, they were just trying to avoid a war with the gods! Besides, the opponents were just some humans. He estimated that the battle would be over before they even got dirty.

On Earth, the soldiers lay prone in their trenches, watching the enemy approach in the distance. The orcs they had seen in movies and TV shows were completely different from the orcs they faced in person; after all, the movies and TV shows didn't convey any real pressure. But when everyone actually faced them, a sense of oppression arose spontaneously. Not to mention the enormous ogres, even the orc slaves were much taller than ordinary humans.

The soldiers of the Dragon Kingdom gripped their weapons tightly, fearful but none retreating. As they silently awaited the enemy's arrival, suddenly their vision blurred, and they were horrified to find the enemy ranks had become much denser. What was happening? How did so many more enemies suddenly appear?

The situation with the orcs at the front lines quickly reached command post. Tang Zhihong and Liu Changzhi exchanged a glance and immediately understood what had happened. The enemy had used mirror magic again, increasing their numbers. However, the enemy seemed to have learned nothing; the humans of Earth weren't afraid of them clustering together, but rather of them scattering!

Soon, orders came from command, and the base's heavy artillery began firing. The soldiers in the trenches witnessed a scene they would never forget: countless shells flew overhead and slammed into the enemy lines. The ground shook, and everyone was as if drunk, unable to stand upright. They couldn't imagine surviving even half a minute of being bombarded!

The artillery fire continued relentlessly, while the enemy charged forward with reckless abandon. A few lucky survivors managed to evade the bombardment and advance towards the human trenches. The soldiers gripped their weapons anxiously, wondering why their commander hadn't given the order to fire.

Soon, a new development on the battlefield made everything clear to them. They saw a small group of black-robed wizards emerge. They seemed to throw away the small objects they were holding, then drew their wands and cast spells on them. The small objects quickly grew larger and appeared before everyone's eyes; they were chess pieces.

Soldiers who had been to Diagon Alley immediately recognized it: Wasn't this Wizard's Chess? This thing seemed to move on its own and could even destroy the opponent's pieces, puzzling them? While the Dragon Kingdom soldiers were still wondering, some orcs who had slipped through the net had already rushed forward.

These enormous chess pieces immediately engaged the orcs in battle with their weapons. Since most of the charging orcs were mirror images, their fighting strength was not great. Therefore, the battle was easily one-sided. Although some orcs were real, they could only perish against such a large number of chess pieces. However, their blood stained some of the chess pieces, making these giants look somewhat ferocious.

Samuro, high in the sky, naturally witnessed this scene. It had long anticipated that the attacking force would encounter such ranged weaponry from the humans. It also knew that such ranged attacks couldn't be unlimited; their opportunity would come when the attacks reached a certain threshold. Therefore, Samuro remained unmoved in the air, watching the orcish troops charge forward relentlessly.

The imperial generals watching from the sidelines also witnessed this scene, and one of them stepped forward to offer advice to Samuro.

"General, I believe we cannot simply watch our troops continue to dwindle. We should do something!"

"Oh? Do you have any good suggestions?"

"Your methods of warfare are impeccable, although those are just cannon fodder. I'm just worried that losing too many troops would damage your reputation."

"So do you have any good ideas?"

"It would be better to send air forces to attack their ranged units now. If we could send a number of professionals along with the air forces, the effect might be even better."

Samuro glanced at him and then nodded. The general was overjoyed; if this were done well, it would be a great achievement. So he quickly turned around and went to relay Samuro's orders, ordering the air force and professionals to launch a surprise attack on the humans.

Before long, the air force, which had been preparing for a long time, received the order from Sword Saint Samuro and took off urgently with the professionals. These bipedal dragons carried a large number of professionals and flew high in the sky, overlooking the entire battlefield.

An elven ranger lay nestled on the neck of a wyvern, its gaze sweeping over the battlefield with a complex mix of emotions. It knew its mission was extremely risky, but military orders were paramount, especially since it was a slave of the orcs. Perhaps dying here was the best release, but it couldn't bear to leave its people behind.

If it dies, the clan must send someone else to replace it, but the old and young in the clan will only die faster. This situation will continue indefinitely until everyone in the clan dies.

Just as the elven ranger's thoughts drifted back to his ancestral land, a series of explosions rang out around him. It turned out that the humans of Earth had already detected their arrival, and their anti-aircraft weapons were ready to unleash their power as soon as the enemy entered range.