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The Eight Trigrams Formation of Zhuge Liang.

Heroic Werewolf Scroll Volume 177: The Myriad Armies' Eightfold Formation Twists Like a Wheel

Chen Xuanfeng had always held the belief that the Eight Trigrams Formation of Marquis Wu Zhuge Liang truly existed, as he had indeed seen records of this formation in ancient texts on Peach Blossom Island. However, whether the formation was as miraculous as the legends claimed—to the point of trapping tens of thousands of troops with mere piles of stones—Chen Xuanfeng largely dismissed as absurd. After all, no matter how powerful a formation might be, it was not divine magic capable of compressing the universe into a mustard seed. While Peach Blossom Island's intricate calculations and illusory arrangements could trap a few hundred people without issue, cramming in eight or ten thousand would leave no room for tactical variations.

Yet, what Zhuge Liang could not accomplish in that world, Chen Xuanfeng had ample opportunity to achieve in this magic-saturated realm. Of course, he did not do it alone.

While Chen Xuanfeng excelled at the calculations and layout of formations, the arrangement of totem poles and magical artifacts was the expertise of the Shamans from the War God Temple. The coordination between formations, fortifications, and battlefield adaptations naturally required the input of seasoned commanders like Catherine. Meanwhile, the additional illusory magic effects and spatial distortions fell to the Zombie King and the necromancers under his command.

In short, unlike the makeshift measures of his early days, Chen Xuanfeng—now a Sword Master and the Orc King—had abundant resources to perfect this legendary battle design. After years of refinement, this formation, originally intended to counter the previous Orc King Samanda, was finally deployed against the heir of the Split Fang clan.

At this moment, Beria beneath the Lion Clan banner also noticed the enemy's transformation.

"What is that?" Beria turned to ask his strategist.

The strategist, a fox clan Shaman, studied the distant formation carefully before replying, "The totem poles on the battlefield resemble the renowned Great Labyrinth Formation of Fontainebleau. However, historical records show this formation has never been combined with other defensive structures before. Moreover, the arrangement of the Warcraft Orcs and Wolf Riders is clearly premeditated—another first. I believe this formation must possess at least several times the power of the Great Labyrinth Formation. It seems the Wolf Clan Sword Master intends to showcase his military prowess through it."

"Then what should we do? Dispatch the Warcraft Orcs to break it?" Beria also stared at the strange formation in the distance.

"Your Highness, I advise against it. If the Warcraft Orcs attack ordinary soldiers, the Wolf Clan Sword Master will have no qualms about unleashing his full destructive power. And though the formation appears troublesome, trust in our warriors' combat instincts. No matter the scheme, they will find a way to prevail."

As the fox clan Shaman predicted, though they failed to intercept the Wolf Riders, the lion warriors—natural-born combat experts—quickly adapted. As they advanced toward Fontainebleau's Eight Trigrams Formation, the various subordinate units instinctively coordinated, forming layered ranks amid the chaos. By the time they neared the formation's perimeter, they had already assumed a three-sided encirclement tactic, leaving one side open.

However, unlike the strategists on the rear slope, the lion, tiger, and leopard warriors at the front did not grasp the formation's intricacies. To them, this passive defensive stance was a sign of weakness—akin to wild horses huddling together in fear of a lion hunt. And in such a scenario, the elite lion warriors knew their role: to hunt.

The hunt of the king of beasts was never a mindless charge like wild dogs. Countless techniques were etched into their instincts.

Thus, three assault teams of five hundred lion warriors each, led by over a dozen top-tier Sword Masters, launched coordinated strikes from different angles. Meanwhile, the remaining forces maneuvered swiftly, ready to exploit any opening and tear through the enemy's defenses.

Yet, what followed was a nightmare of surreal horror.

The three teams—1,500 warriors in total—charged into the enemy formation without encountering the slightest resistance, as if the yak clan, Wolf Clan, and Warcraft Orc defenders had willingly parted. But once inside, these warriors, who should have wreaked havoc, vanished without a trace—swallowed whole by something unseen.

"What happened?"

Lion warriors on the battlefield roared, demanding answers from their comrades within the formation. On the rear slope, Beria and his advisors were equally baffled. Though their elevated position offered a partial view of the Eight Trigrams Formation, Chen Xuanfeng's creation—a fusion of two worlds' pinnacle techniques—was not so easily deciphered. They saw their warriors charge in, yet the formation remained unchanged, as if Fontainebleau's troops stood motionless while their own men simply disappeared.

"Impossible, Your Highness. The formation is shrouded by powerful magic. Even with 'True Sight,' I cannot pierce its veil," a Shaman muttered, frowning. Beside him, a human mage shook his head helplessly.

Before Beria could react, the battlefield commanders adapted. Two new phalanxes of two thousand warriors each formed tight formations, advancing cautiously with shields raised in a pincer movement. Though arrows and javelins rained from the Eight Trigrams Formation, the lions' formidable physiques and combat instincts kept the phalanxes intact until they clashed head-on with the formation.

Though not positioned high above, Chen Xuanfeng within the formation could perceive every external shift through detection magic. Watching the lions adapt, he couldn't suppress his admiration, "Truly born warriors, veterans of a hundred battles. Without orders, they instinctively sense the enemy's strengths and weaknesses and adjust accordingly. These soldiers—especially the elite low- and mid-ranking officers—are irreplaceable. Only through generations of accumulated combat experience could such a peerless army be forged."