"Boom ——————————————!!!!"

Between the thunder that shook the earth and the blinding white light that obscured the battlefield, the sound of fighting resounded through the heavens and the earth.

With a roar, the sword-wielding elven warrior almost slammed into the languid phalanx of spears that were already crumbling under the onslaught of arrows, lightsabers, trebuchets, torsion ballistas, and a salvo of light-spears.

Walking in a neat pace, the phalanx infantrymen shouting loud slogans waved their spears in their hands, and stabbed straight forward against the elven warriors who were charging bloodily under the "rain of arrows" on the opposite side.

But when the enemy rushed in front of them, they could hardly believe their eyes.

These sword-wielding elven warriors were all dressed in chain mail, and in their hands... Still holding a shield?!

And that's not all - helmets, chain mail, armour, cuirass, one-handed crossbows, shields...... Except for the Azorean long knives that are as sharp as clay in their hands, these elven warriors are dressed almost as much as a relatively poor imperial knight, or a high-ranking flag-bearer squire!

They were even able to pull out their crossbows and shoot at the opposite side during their fast runs, and in order to prevent accidental damage to their allies, they carried a round shield behind their backs in addition to the iris shield on their left arm!

The proportion of Azorean elven warriors like this "armed to the teeth" is one-third of the opposing Azorean army, and the remaining two-thirds are basically the same as the original, but they are also equipped with shields and chain mail - they don't look like elven warriors!

The next moment, the elite elven warriors who rushed to the front of the formation used their shields to "rub" the tips of the oncoming spears, skillfully rolled forward and rushed into the inside of the phalanx, raising their sharp blades.

"Poof!"

When the knife was put away, blood gushed from the necks of the phalanx soldiers.

The horrific scene in front of them did not deter the veterans of the previous battles - the bloodied phalanx infantry continued to advance, as if they had not seen it, "mechanically" stabbing with spears, and using layers of spears to contain the momentum of the enemy's attack.

At the same time, the heavily armed squires, wielding battle axes and chain hammers, have also filled in the blanks from the rear of the line under the leadership of the infantry knights and witchers to meet the enemy.

In the rear, another row of elite elven warriors formed a scattered and narrow line, and had launched another round of attacks—layer upon layer, row after row of attacks, like ocean waves, while the warriors who had charged in the front row gathered to the left and right, concentrating on the two flanks of the Byrne Legion.

The Byrne Legion, which was disrupted by ogres and war dancers, really didn't have the ability to contain the Azorean elves' "Wave Charge" for a while, except for long-range means.

That's the tactics of Sicortus.

Almost as soon as all the launchers were smashed by Loren, he realized that he was facing an enemy who valued his long-range strike methods and was good at defensive counterattacks, which was why he had to take the lead in knocking out the enemy's projectile weapons and forcing the opponent to take the initiative to attack.

Then wait until the enemy is exhausted and has suffered heavy casualties in front of his own line, and then charge with heavy cavalry to deliver a fatal blow... That's pretty much the tactic.

The opponent is very confident in his long-range strike force, so he tries to disperse the formation as much as possible, and uses a thin and narrow scattered charge to let the well-armed samurai take the front row and reduce his long-range advantage;

The other party attaches great importance to defense, so let him have no way to defend, use all means, desperately to stir all his main forces into battle, fight in a melee, so that he can't form a phalanx, relying on the samurai's best individual combat power to win the advantage.

Scattered charges negate ranged superiority, melee weakens formational superiority, and if Loren wants to salvage the situation with cavalry charges... That would be tantamount to playing his last hole card, and it would be tantamount to dragging the tide of the battle into the most thorough melee.

At that time, you will be the final victor with sufficient reinforcements behind the camp!

"Come on, Loren Torino, let me see for myself what kind of guy can beat Rodria twice. ”

Under the banner of a sea of flowers, Sikotus Azores, who was standing with a sword, shouted coldly, but there was an excited and ecstatic smile on the corner of his mouth:

"Don't let me down—the fifth team of the court warriors, attack!"

The elven prince swung his sword.

"For the sake of His Highness Sicortus——————!!!!"

With the sound of countless shouts of killing, there are also hundreds of "sonorous" knives out of their sheaths... The last detachment of two hundred or so court warriors, with nearly three thousand elite Azorean elven warriors, charged towards Byrne's phalanx amid the thunder of the lightsabers falling from the sky.

At this point, 1,000 court warriors and 15,000 elven warriors, plus all the ogres and war dancers who had taken refuge in the Azores, had joined the battle, and with the last fifteen thousand troops, Sikotus had been waiting for reinforcements from the direction of the camp to arrive, and at the same time he was on guard against the cavalry that Loren had always hidden behind the line.

For the first time, the Byrne Legion was completely suppressed by the opposite side when their combat strength was basically equal to each other!

"Boom ——————————————!!!!"

There was another round of roar, and the white light covering the battlefield fell from the sky, tearing five neat gaps in the charging Azorean elven front.

But that's just the gap... The elven warriors who maintained a narrow and thin and loose line were not afraid at all, and except for the bombardment without concentration, the salvo of five light sabers could at most make five gaps from the front, and the battle damage was not even a hundred-man team.

And the time of one salvo is enough for these samurai to rush into battle!

"Everybody - adjust the angle and get ready for the next round of shooting!"

The little wizard who didn't look back shouted in a voice that was already a little hoarse: "The wizards in the back row will take turns for the first time, restart the magic array." ”

As soon as the words fell, the wizards on both sides of the light sword hurried away as if fleeing for their lives, and the alchemists who had been waiting in the back row were all pale, with serious expressions as if they were on the execution ground, with a trace of fear in their eyes.

And Ain Rand, who had his back to them and stared at the figure of the elven prince in the center of the battlefield, had a no better expression than them.

The enemy knows how to counteract the long-range advantage of the Lightsaber, and an ordinary salvo simply can't inflict many casualties on them.

And the commander-in-chief of the enemy ... The little wizard tried to fire a volley, but it seemed that there was an elven warrior on the opposite side who had mastered the high-level spell of the counter-attack type, or the way of the samurai, and it was forcefully canceled out.

If Fort Clarion was here... Aine couldn't help but think.

Relying on the core of the Floating City and the "Prototype of the Bright Lightsword" created by Isaac and Ain himself, which is enough to inflict damage on the dragon, she is even sure to kill the opposing commander from a thousand steps away.

However, the Floating City, which was severely damaged in the Battle of Bloodbones Valley, was sent back to the Red Blood Fortress for repair, and the Bright Light Sword, which did not have the power of the Void provided by the core of the Floating City, was even less practical than the ones behind him.

"Bang ——!"

The clash of spears and shields was heard, followed by the panicked screams of the wizards: "Elves, the Azorean elves have slain——!"

What the?!

The stunned little wizard turned his head sharply, and hundreds of elven warriors who had bypassed the flank of the spear phalanx were unstoppably approaching the rear line of the Byrne Legion, and had even killed her!

The phalanx of spears that had been attacked in a hurry was rapidly expanding its formation, spreading the originally boxy array to one side into a fan-like semicircle to block the impact of the elven warriors.

Almost at the same time, the shooting army, which was aware of the breakthrough in the rear line, also immediately sent a whole column of shooters and shield bearers to support, and continued to move closer to the spear phalanx in the same way that Xu Jin fired.

The cavalry in the rear also seemed to show signs of support, but was stopped by another horn.

"Run, run——!"

"Elves!

"Help, help, who's going to save me——!"

...... Terrible screams, thunderous flashes, whistling crossbow arrows, approaching blades, neat shouts... Although the Byrne Legion had reacted as quickly as possible, the surprise attack on the abdomen of the enemy caused great commotion and panic, turning the originally "orderly" rear row into a mess.

In just a few minutes, the elven warriors who had thrown corpses all over the ground did not hesitate to abandon the idea of continuing the attack and turned towards the flank.

But the elven prince Sicotus, who seized this short gap, has already thrown five thousand elite elven warriors into the already chaotic frontal battlefield without the lightsaber and long-range harassment!

With another round of enemy attacks, the frontal pressure on the Byrne Legion increased again - this time without the harassment of long-range weapons, Sikotus was very bold to increase the thickness of the charging formation, and five thousand elven warriors formed several large cone formations, desperately breaking through to the middle line.

"Calm down, don't panic!" Amid the smoke and shouting, the little wizard shouted hoarsely: "They can't beat them, we are safe, keep shooting, cover the soldiers in front!"

But it didn't work.

The entire rear line position has become a plate of scattered sand, except for a very small number of wizards who can still insist on standing on their posts to perform their duties, the vast majority can only operate projectile weapons in safe areas, and do not have the courage to fight the enemy head-on at all.

And they weren't to blame, because from the very beginning, Loren didn't expect to put wizards on the battlefield - the cost of training a wizard wouldn't allow him to do that.

Don't... Will you lose this time?

The little wizard with a hint of desperation looked back at the line of the Byrne Knight on the other side, who had not moved since the beginning of the battle.

Under the golden lion battle flag on a black background, the black-haired wizard on a war horse was also motionless staring at the already precarious battlefield.

Loren... What exactly was he waiting for?

..............................

"There's no news from the Grand Duke of Ellemont yet?"

Looking at the herald who shook his head in embarrassment, the black-haired wizard bowed slightly: "I know, go down." ”

Is there something wrong? Loren meditated in his heart.

Otherwise, the Elemish army should have launched an assault on the fortress camp a quarter of an hour ago, blocking the reinforcements of the Azorean elves, and leaving Lothair to finish.

A quarter of an hour... According to the original plan, in a quarter of an hour the battle should enter the decisive stage.

But now the "His Highness Sicotus" on the other side is doing everything he can to prevent himself from having a decisive battle with him, constantly interrupting his rhythm by scuffles and pulling the front, forcing himself to tear down the east wall and make up the west wall, and invest more combat power.

It's tricky, it's tricky... So far, this should be the first enemy Loren to find tricky and particularly passive.

If you immediately put your cavalry into battle, you may be able to reverse the current disadvantage immediately, but it means that when the reinforcements from the fortress camp rush into the battlefield, there will be no extra combat power to compete with it.

What to do, what to do?

The black-haired wizard hesitated.

After a minute, he didn't hesitate anymore and changed to shock.

"What, the main army of the Azorean elves is fleeing? What, they have broken into the ambush circle of the Eleman army, and they are already fighting with Elemon, and the fortress camp is an empty city at the moment?!"

The word shock is no longer enough to describe Loren's mood at the moment - one moment it was still extremely tricky, and it was even possible to defeat his own enemy, and the next second he was completely pit by his own people on the other side.

Maybe the highness of Sikotus on the other side is particularly proud, thinking that his subordinates are very good at "comprehending the spirit", and they haven't done it for a long time, right?!

For some reason, Loren suddenly wanted to laugh out loud now, but suddenly it occurred to him that the people around him would be strange and ask himself why he was laughing, so he gave up.

But life is really full of wonders!

The Elemon herald on the opposite side was not in such a good mood as him, and looked at the black-haired wizard anxiously: "Lord Yuli Wirtz sent down to summon the message, 30,000 Elem legions are not enough to annihilate all the Azorean elves, and can only temporarily hold off the enemy; ”

"Therefore, Lord Yuli Wirtz implored the Duke of Byrne to settle the frontal battle as soon as possible, and sent a message to the Lady of Lothair, not to waste too much time on the fortress camp, and to organize the troops as soon as possible, and to encircle on both sides of the path. ”

"If the Holy Cross is blessed, we will completely annihilate all the power of the Azorean elves in the direction of Lothair here!"

The excited herald said these words clearly and unmistakably in just a dozen seconds.

"Duke's ——!"

Before Loren could speak, Lanmaros on the side was already jumping up excitedly, his right hand holding the flag gun was trembling, and his protruding eyeballs were bloodshot.

The heralds on the side were also staring at Loren, for fear that he would refuse.

"Rigrel. ”

The black-haired wizard, who had taken ten seconds to calm down, turned his gaze to the other cavalry commander.

"In!"

"Go to the camp of the Lothair army yourself, and tell Lady Lea Fried, tell her not to wait any longer, and to launch a surprise attack on the fortress camp at once, and take the camp as quickly as possible, and cut off the retreat of the Azorean elves. ”

"Yes!"

"As for Rammales... Charge with me. Holding down the hilt of the "Dawn" greatsword, Loren looked at the entire battlefield condescendingly:

"There is only one order, and this battle ......"

"Leave no mouth alive!"

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