The battle ended in the evening, and Sicortus and his elven warriors did not even hold out into the evening.

After quickly defeating the Azorean elves on the frontal battlefield, with the knights as the vanguard, the Byrne Legion collectively turned around and forced the march and rushed into the "trail battlefield" in charge of the Elemish Legion at the other end.

It turned out that Shera did not lie, and sixty thousand heavily armed elven warriors, following the "order of His Highness Sicotus", transferred from the trail in the direction of Gumu Town.

Despite the orders, the somewhat confused elven warriors maintained a minimum of vigilance, and the army of 60,000 kept a tight and orderly marching procession, with sentinels and two wings, and a large number of baggage guards in the center, until the whole army left, and the garrison remained in the camp to maintain vigilance and final finishing work.

Then they were ambushed by the Ellermont legion.

The 30,000 Elems Legion launched a surprise attack on both sides of the path without warning, and the elven warriors, who had lost their commander, perfectly recreated what happened to Shela, the second samurai of the Imperial Court.

Surprised, defiant, surrounded, collapsed... Not the slightest change.

They tried to break through in the direction of the fortress camp, but Yuli Wirtz did not pursue the fleeing enemy, lest the enemy perceive that his forces were scarce, half as small, and the scattered elven warriors rushed back and forth in the path, retreating towards the camp while fighting in separate groups of hundreds, or even lesser, and resisted stubbornly.

Until three thousand Byrne knights and phalanx legions joined the battle, the chaotic battle situation and the invincible knight charge crushed the last bit of resistance of the elven warriors.

The retreat turned into a rout, and the elven warriors, who were no longer stubbornly resistant, rushed desperately to the gate of the fortress camp, and were pushed down by the robes in batches and fell into the trenches full of wooden thorns, and the warriors in the back row stepped through the piled up trenches, and rushed under the gate in pursuit of the Byrne knights and the Elemon two-handed swordsmen.

Then they saw the closed gate, and the twin sword blood crosses erected on the gate.

Rows of Lothair longbow archers stood in every corner of the parapet with the bones of elven warriors, almost desperately trying to break their longbows and rain arrows at the Azorean elves outside the gate.

The elven warriors finally despaired.

They no longer even tried to escape, because there was nowhere to escape, nor did they try to surrender, because they knew very well what awaited them after slaughtering the Deep Forest.

The stalemate lasted until the evening, and the little wizard who did everything he could to bring a light sword, ten torsion ballistas, and three wagons of fire oil canisters to the battlefield.

First, the lightsaber opened the way, sweeping away the trees on both sides with beams to create a barrier, then threw flaming canisters of fire oil at the elven warriors crowded under the city gates, and finally the lightsaber fired non-stop.

In this way, Einlander burned all the elven warriors alive without setting the entire Vimpal region on fire... And taught everyone present how to deal with the enemies hiding in the forest.

Especially the warriors of Ellemont and Lothair, who are good at fighting in the woods... The fire that sent tens of thousands of Azorean elves to hell will remain fresh in their memories for the rest of their lives.

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

A raging fire dyed the dome a vivid blood-red.

The smoke that swept through most of the battlefield made it extremely difficult to count casualties and clean up the battlefield after the battle, so much so that it lasted until the early morning of the next day, when the cavalry who had pursued the deserters all the way in the direction of Shenlin Fort returned.

In one battle, more than 30,000 enemies were annihilated on the frontal battlefield, and the ensuing pursuit and encircled and suppressed troops cannot be counted, but it will not be less than 50,000.

Because none of the armies of the three principalities received any captives who surrendered, and there was no trace of an escaping enemy around the battlefield, even if the number of deserters was exaggerated as much as possible, it could only be this number.

In this way, the Azorean elves in the direction of the Lothair Gumu Forest were devastated in a single battle, and except for a few enemies stationed in the area of the Deep Forest Fort and the Misty Moon Court, the Azorean elves had lost all their strength in this area.

It can be said that in the future, Lothair only needs to reorganize the army step by step, go all the way north, recover all the lost territory, and even annex the ancient wood forest to the territory if they really want it, it is only a matter of time, there is no possibility of capsizing in the gutter.

The results were huge, but the losses and casualties were equally heavy.

In order to achieve a quick victory, this "Battle of Wimpal" is almost at the level of resisting the invasion of monsters... Do whatever it takes to crush and annihilate the enemy's fresh forces as much as possible.

First of all were the Byrne Phalanx and the Elem Two Hand Swordsmen, one of whom had endured almost a frontal onslaught from the ogres before being strangled by the elven warriors, while the other had "surrounded" more than twice as many enemies with only half of their forces until the Byrne Legion had annihilated the frontal enemy forces and joined the battle.

This was followed by the Shooting Corps, a newly formed regiment that had only fought two battles so far, but the casualty rate was equal to that of the head-to-head army, and the killing and suicide efficiency was high.

Despite this, Loren was reluctant to give up on its powerful frontal output, and Karl Collin, as the commander of the Shooting Corps, made it clear that the Marksmen would not withdraw from the battle sequence of the Byrne Corps until the last row of shooters was gone.

For this fateful war, all the forces of the empire have completed the maximum mobilization, and Lothair, who has been greatly injured, does not care for the time being, whether it is Ellemont or Byrne, the elite soldiers in the legion are dead one less and one is almost impossible to replenish.

The expedition of tens of thousands of troops not only demonstrated its great strength, but also squeezed out all the reserves and potential of a principality.

The wizards and alchemists who wielded the lightsaber in the rear line changed shifts for four shifts, and all of them were exhausted, and the crossbowmen of the three principalities had almost all the arrows that could kill the enemy twenty times, and used up all the fuel they had brought with them, plus the inventory of Eagle Hunt Castle, and the damaged weapons allowed the rest of the people to change their weapons en masse......

Although strictly speaking, it was only a few months ago that the empire and Ebolden really entered a state of all-out war, but the materials consumed since the defense of Eboden are rapidly draining the empire's wealth, and the Sakran Empire, which seems to have the upper hand on the surface, is actually not far from the mountains and rivers, and does not have the strength to patiently grind with the enemy.

Victory or destruction ... This is the same for both parties.

With a slightly heavy and slightly complicated mood, the black-haired wizard, accompanied by Yuli Wirtz, walked in the direction of Wimpal Academy.

Burning trenches, broken fences, bones everywhere, and dark red dirt beneath the bones... If it weren't for the Vimpal Castle in the distance, Loren wouldn't even recognize it as the town outside the academy gates.

"I've ordered someone to tidy up and clean as much as possible, but... There is little left. Yuli Wirtz's expression was very tired, his remaining silver-gray pupils were bloodshot, and his eyes were dark:

"The civilians around town, the wizards and wizard apprentices in town... Nothing, nothing left but that castle. ”

"As for the Academy... After a little cleaning, the library, the material storehouse, and the laboratory were all well preserved by the Azorean elves, and there was almost no loss, and as for the dean of Vimpal, Master Peter, ......"

The Grand Duke of Ellemont suddenly paused, and seemed to have some unspeakable reason: "I told them not to make assertions, you better go and see for yourself." ”

The black-haired wizard nodded, "Thank you." ”

"Nothing, something like that... Whoever is in the same mood is the same. Yuli Wirtz shook his head, noticing that a figure was suddenly missing from his side:

"What about Ainland?"

"With Leah. Loren replied, "The battle on the trail gave her too much excitement, so... We need a friend to enlighten us, and they are waiting for us outside the academy gates. ”

The Grand Duke of Ellemont bowed slightly, and a hint of understanding flashed in his eyes.

The murderer of his family, the emptiness after revenge... Yuli Wirtz is not unaware of how heavy the impact of such ups and downs is on people, so he has some "sympathy" understanding of small wizards.

"Speaking of which, there's a guy waiting for you. The usual face of the Grand Duke of Ellemont changed his words: "The second seat of the Imperial Court, Shela, I have someone hand her over to Lusen, and then your witcher will take care of it." ”

"I've dug up a lot of useful information from her, and my intuition tells me that she knows more than that, and if my judgment is correct, she's not just the second seat of the Imperial Court, but a confidant of the Azores, she probably knows more than we think. ”

"But she was also cunning, as if she was sure that I would not kill her, and refused to open her mouth no matter how much she coerced and lured, and the information she had told me was probably only a bait to keep me from killing her easily. ”

Loren wasn't surprised by this... When he was at Ebolden, he had seen how cunning this "lovely elf girl" was.

"By the way, is the handover location safe, is it possible for her to have a chance to escape?"

"I'm not sure, after all, elves almost always use magic. The Grand Duke of Ellemont shook his head and said softly in a very plain tone:

"But I cut off her limbs, took her saber, had the soldiers gouge out her eyes and tongue if necessary, and had them guarded by wizards and witchers... If she can still escape, then I can only say that there is nothing I can do. ”

"......" Loren Turin.

While they were talking, the two of them had already arrived in front of the Wimpal Academy, and the elf Lea and the little wizard were standing outside the door, apparently waiting for some time.

After the two sides met, they glanced at each other, and the elf left with the Grand Duke of Ellemont very cooperatively, leaving only the black-haired wizard and the small wizard in front of the gate of the academy.

The little wizard's expression was a little low and lonely, and there was a hint of trepidation and uneasiness in his eyes... Not to others, but to yourself.

It's exactly the same as when she first rebelled against her family.

"Are you ready?"

"Ahh After a moment, he nodded firmly:

"I'm ready. ”

Loren smiled and snorted, and their hands pressed together against a door:

"Let's go and visit Abbot Peter one more time. ”

As the words fell, the black-haired wizard and the small wizard walked into the academy at the same time.

Courtyards, towers, corridors, halls...... Familiar pictures and landscapes came into the eyes of the two one after another, and the two people who walked through it almost seemed to have fallen into a dream, but everything around them was extremely real.

When they woke up, they were already standing in front of the chapel.

With some indescribable feeling, the two of them opened the locked door of the chapel without saying a word, and then gently pushed it open.

The main hall of the church is quiet, and the statue of the Holy Cross placed in front of it is cold and solemn, which makes people can't help but worship.

Apparently, after Loren's departure, Abbot Peter had renovated the place again, and judging by the dust and staggy air in the corner, it must have not been opened for a long time after the repair.

As for the footprints on the ground, the chairs and doorknobs that were clearly passive... Judging from the size, it should be the female elf named Xuela.

She probably got information about Peter from the Shadow Sword that was killed by Loren in the Misty Moon Court, so she kept this place as it was, hoping to use it one day, right?

Under the sculpture of the Holy Cross, a thin figure sits cross-legged, he is dressed in a slightly wide dark blue wizard's robe, his hair is completely gray, and his exposed arms are like withered and rotten wood, and the color of blood is barely visible.

The moment he stepped through the door, the black-haired wizard's complexion changed slightly, and then he returned to his original state.

"Peter... Dean ......"

The stunned little wizard whispered, instinctively walking towards the familiar back, her steps a little staggering, some eager, some frightened, as if she had guessed something but could not believe it, and approached step by step.

"Smack. ”

The little white hand pressed the old man's shoulder, and the little wizard cautiously leaned down and looked at the old man's face, and when the blue pupils met the old man's eyes, the stunned Al Yin staggered to the ground as if he had lost his soul.

Dean Wimpal... Dalton Kander's mentor Peter... He has passed away.

And it's been a long, long time ... Loren couldn't even feel the slightest hint of a void reaction from his body.

The old man with a gray face seemed to retain the last moment of serenity before his death.

As for why Abbot Peter came to this chapel at the last moment of his life... The black-haired wizard, faintly, as if he had guessed something, turned his gaze to the Holy Cross sculpture in front of him, raised his right hand and touched it gently.

"Smack!"

With a slight sound, the mechanism on the sculpture of the Holy Cross was opened.

A letter fell into his hands.