Emmiwei turned into light and rushed to the sky with the help of life-saving props, and this scene was clearly seen by everyone.

The morale of the traversers was naturally greatly boosted, while the morale of the Thracian side was low, and the hearts of many people sank.

Even the legendary powerhouse was beaten away, do they still need to talk about it?

But in the Thracian army there were still some people who would not be demoralized. Or rather, they simply don't have the concept of "morale".

Unlike the earth-colored cavalry, the Thracian infantry remained pale and glazed, and their footsteps were unstoppable, walking in the direction of the traverser.

Even on the battlefield, they still maintain a clear formation, and there is no confusion in sight. It's like a huge machine, although it is a little dull and lacks a smart atmosphere, but it exudes a suffocating coldness.

The Thracian cavalry was ashamed when they saw the performance of these infantrymen. Those who had been demoralized before also regained their spirits.

Since ancient times, cavalry has been the pride of the battlefield, and the infantry is only an auxiliary. Even the world-famous Piduz Mountain Legion has the major flaw of being more than defensive, and not enough offensive, and is far inferior to the Storm Legion of the Erlands in terms of deterrence. These cavalrymen had always been proud of their status, but now they found that they seemed to be dragging their feet, and the shame in their hearts suddenly overwhelmed the fear of the traversers.

But whether they are low or cheered up, it doesn't really make a difference to the traversers.

Even, the eyes of the traversers did not fall on the two thousand cavalry from the beginning.

What they care about, what they are vigilant about, what they want to defeat, from beginning to end, is only the master of necromantic forces hiding in the Thracian infantry and hiding as ordinary soldiers!

Just like Skye and Nexhardt teamed up just now to defeat the legendary powerhouse "Sky Bow" Emmyway, they only cheered twice, and they didn't get carried away because of this.

Because they all know that the really terrible opponent hasn't made a move yet!

Necromantic masters are most likely best at controlling large groups of people to form an army - the so-called "one-man army" or "undead scourge". According to the experience in the game, even the most powerful necromantic monarchs can't control eight thousand living people at once. According to the estimation of the traversers, among the infantry of about 8,000 people, there will be at least a dozen masters of the necromantic force hidden - if it is a legendary powerhouse, it is estimated that there are eight people, and each person controls a thousand, so there should be no problem. If it's legendary, then it might take hundreds of people...... After all, it is easy to control the dead, but it is much harder to control the living.

There are also necromantic masters among the traversers, who have used the ubiquitous steppe wolves as experimental materials to do related experiments. If you control the dead wolves, a necromancer of about level forty can control thousands of them, forming an extremely large wolf pack. But if it is a living wolf, with medicine and magic, it can control no more than a hundred at most, and it has been exhausted, and it is impossible to have a little more.

Humans are much more difficult to control than wolves, and behind the 8,000 mechanical-like infantry army, there must be a necromantic army of considerable size.

These are the people that the traversers are most wary of.

So although they were shouting and charging, they didn't look much at the Thracian cavalry who were relatively close to them, but instead scanned back and forth among the Thracian infantry who were still some distance away, looking for any clues.

What kind of enemies are the most dangerous? Hidden in the shadows, of course!

The Thracian cavalry did not know this, but they made up their minds when they saw the enemy approaching and looked at each other. They hurriedly turned their horses back, opened up a certain distance, and then lowered their masks one by one, raised their spears in front of them and prayed, then flattened their spears, and formed a formation ready to charge in the face of the roaring traversers.

The mountain where the traversers were ambushed was quite steep, and it was absolutely impossible for the horses to charge against the mountain, so even though they were ready to fight to the death, the Thracian cavalry still had to retreat a little to give themselves enough space to charge.

The traversers didn't care, shouting, laughing, and rushing down the steep hill. The rugged terrain did not affect them in the slightest, and they were shuddering as if they were walking on the ground, and as they charged, they were still flying arrows or magic with ease, like demons rushing out of mythology, which made people shudder.

But the real most chilling thing is not yet there.

Seeing that his companions forced the "Sky Bow" Emmivi back, the casters hiding behind breathed a sigh of relief, and after a little discussion, they began to cast spells.

They formed a circle in a sizable magic circle, chanting incantations in unison, scattering the precious gem powder one by one. These gem powders suddenly burned in the air like coal that would spontaneously combust, turning into countless streamers and merging into the magic circle under their feet.

A moment later, the magic array emitted a dazzling light, and a pillar of light soared into the sky.

This pillar of light is not straight, but like a loophole, it grows bigger and bigger, and after reaching a height of more than ten meters, the diameter of the pillar of light has reached fifty or sixty meters, which looks spectacular.

Inside the pillar of light, a looming phantus shadow gradually became clear and concrete.

It was an unimaginably large earth-walking dragon, with thick hooves, stubby horns, and millstone-like teeth in its mouth, proving that it was only herbivore, but no one cared about it just by looking at its size.

Although it was only summoned halfway up the mountain, it stood there, its head almost as high as the top of the mountain!

At the sight of such a huge beast, the morale of the Thracian cavalry, which had just been raised, was suddenly lowered again—and this time they could not pull themselves together, for the horses under their seats were screaming in fear and retreating in a panic.

Mark did not have the wisdom of man, and did not understand the principle of "living to die". They only knew that something extremely terrifying appeared in front of them, and they only knew that in the face of the instinctive fear that came from the depths of their blood, retreat and flight were the only options.

Therefore, when the giant beast turned from virtual to solid, jumped out of the pillar of light, and landed on the ground, making a loud noise that made people wonder if it would cause the mountain to collapse, these horses turned their heads and fled, no matter how angry the knights on horseback shouted, it was useless.

The Thracian cavalry troops, before they really began to fight, were already routed.

Witnessing this scene, some of the Thracian infantry were also shocked.

"How is that possible! The giant beasts of the Second Age Age, there may be some in the ocean, how can there be on the land?"

"Calm!Maybe it's just magic......"

"Even if it is enlarged by magic, its body must be extremely large...... Can we beat it?"

"Don't worry! they won't engage in a massacre if they win, and even if they do, it's nothing more than pretending to be dead, what are you afraid of?"

With that, they regained their composure. Commanding the Thracian infantry under their control, they were ready for battle.