It's overwhelming!

When the Byrne phalanx army outside the earthen wall broke through the desperate resistance of the Azorean elves with the black and gold lion battle flags, destroyed the wooden fence and poured into the battlefield, this was the only word in Lusen's mind.

As the central line was breached, the Azorean elven army on the periphery began to "collapse and disintegrate" and "flee in all directions", while the rear line army, which felt the pressure, immediately developed morale problems and began to "flee on all fronts", and even the elven warriors surrounded by two wings had to retreat.

Of course, this is all grossly exaggerated.

Because although the elven warriors on the periphery were defeated by the defensive line, they only left the battlefield on the two flanks one after another after trying to resist to no avail, while the enemy on the inner line actually saw the appearance of the black and gold lion battle flag, and took the initiative to leave the battle and retreat backwards in an orderly manner.

But in the eyes of the Byrne Knights, it was not a painting style at all - it had to be, and it must have been, the enemy who had been routed by our ferocious onslaught!

Otherwise, why did the Azorean elves flee from the wind when the golden lion on a black background appeared? Why did the enemy retreat without even resisting when they heard the cry of "Long live the black duke"?

This is precisely because I have been shocked by the military power of my dignified Byrne Knight, the power of the duke!

Looking at the elven warriors who were desperate to "flee", the Byrne knights roared with excitement as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, cow blood, and elephant blood, and followed closely behind the black-haired wizard waving the battle flag.

Duke... Lord Loren, he's actually leading the charge?!

When he saw Loren Turin, who was carrying a great sword on his shoulder and waving a battle flag, Lusen was so shocked that he couldn't even close his jaw.

"What's that look on your face?"

Covered in blood, Ramalos pulled his spear out of the corpse of the elven warrior with great difficulty, and shouted at the gray-eyed boy with a curse: "The duke is the first to charge, the earl is second, the knight is second, and the squire is second... It's been a centuries-old tradition for Byrne, and it's been said we've done it since we rebelled against the dwarves. ”

"It's honor, it's duty, it's duty... He's a duke, that's what he should do!"

"But he's wounded!"

As for the secret between Loren and the Second Valve, Lusen knew very well that it was absolutely impossible to reveal it to anyone, although he felt that it might not make much sense to explain it to the duke:

"Lord Loren's injuries in the Battle of Bloodbones Valley have not healed yet, he is weaker now than ever, and it is likely that any stronger elven warrior may be able to hurt him!"

"Then you should stand by his side, little one!" The unchanging Earl of Lake City turned his head and glared at the gray-eyed boy very seriously: "You are his bodyguard, his sword and shield, protect him from injury, this is the glory that you gambled your life to save isn't it, why are you still standing here now?!"

"I... What kind of idiot is it that I have to stay here?!"

The laughing Ranmaros didn't answer his question at all, and with his bladed spear in both hands, he ran wildly towards the figure under the battle flag, and the gray-eyed boy who was not to be outdone spat out, and the thin figure followed closely.

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

"Poof——!

The furious elven warrior swung his sword at him, and was stopped by the horizontal broadsword before he stabbed into Loren's chest, and was swept away as it fell;

The black-haired wizard who picked up the greatsword in one hand slashed the greatsword across his torso under the surprised and angry gaze of the other party, and continued to break through without looking at the corpse that had fallen to the ground in his blood-soaked vision.

Really... I'm still a little unaccustomed to it.

Feeling the power of the greatsword, the black-haired wizard chuckled.

When he first arrived at the Vimpal Academy and learned the first "high-level spell" transcendent perception in his life, this special power accompanied him from beginning to end—fighting, killing, judging... I am so accustomed to and familiar with this power that in a sense I have even become a part of my body.

No, it's a part of my body – I've long been accustomed to the vision enhanced by "transcendent perception", the flames of the fire of Turin, and the "death now" that turns defeat into victory at a critical moment.

It was this habit that made Loren himself feel a little scared and intimidated when he was told that he could no longer use spells, and even began to consider a more cautious approach.

Loren had even forgotten that spells and the power of the Void had never been his first choice from the first day of his doomed battle.

The sword in your hand and the instinct and skill to fight for your life are the first choice!

“... Magic is never the best way to kill, at least not the most efficient......"

It was only when he couldn't use the power of the Void that Loren really understood the meaning of Dalton Kander's words.

Never, one can never make the means a precondition for everything, and the precondition for judging whether a person is a wizard is not whether he has a high-level spell, but how he behaves.

"Duke Byrne, the Imperial man holding the battle flag is Duke Byrne——!"

"Duke Byrne, he's here!"

"Stop him, kill him!"

"Long live His Highness Rodria ——!"

After perceiving the existence of the black-haired wizard, the elven warriors who were still retreating in an orderly manner shouted excitedly, turning around and pounced like hungry wolves.

His Royal Highness Rodriard's sworn enemy, an enemy that even the chief samurai of the Imperial Court could not kill, actually appeared on the battlefield in a grand manner, and it was still at the forefront?!

If the two armies were facing each other in the past, the elven warriors certainly understood that they were definitely no match for the enemy that even the Overseer could take out - but now they were far outnumbered by the enemy.

Heap, heap to death!

"Byrin, defend your duke——!"

The equally excited Byrne knights rushed up from both wings, sacrificing their lives to pounce on the elven warriors who turned around and struck, but the disadvantage in strength could not be stopped by courage, and the one-sided pursuit battle became chaotic again.

"Bell ——!"

The elven warrior, who could not resist the calamity of the swords colliding with the Azorean longsword, realized that he had made a fatal mistake almost the moment he retreated—he was wielding a one-handed sword and pulling away in front of a one-man-high, two-handed greatsword, and he was simply killing himself.

"Poof——!

The great sword that pierced the elven warrior's chest tore a gap between Loren's raised arm, and the blood gushing out from his right shoulder and half of his torso spread out like wings behind the elven corpse, blocking the elven warrior's vision.

The second elven warrior, who didn't see what was happening in an instant, was smashed to the top of his skull by the head-on sword, and the black-haired wizard who didn't look directly against his corpse was already ringing in his ears with a howl tearing through the air.

The corpse of the smashed-head elven warrior shook violently with a torrential rain of thunder, and by the time the stunned elven warrior found that his arrows had been shot at the corpse of the robe, it was too late.

"He's alive, I don't have ......"

A roaring black shadow interrupted his words.

"Poof——!

The elven warrior pierced by the great sword flew upside down, and his body was nailed to the ground in the air.

Drawing his blood-stained greatsword and waving the battle flag, the black-haired wizard continued on his way.

"Byrne, Attack ————!!!!"

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"Oh——! amazing, amazing, it took less than a quarter of an hour to break through the last line of defense, worthy of Loren Turin!"

Staring at the already one-sided battlefield of the Imperial Avenue in front of him, the excited elf prince didn't even throw down his wine glass, and even applauded excitedly:

"It's wonderful... Sure enough, the game still has to be played with evenly matched guys to be interesting, don't you say, Your Excellency the Imperial Court?!"

The elated elf prince turned his gaze to the blindfolded elf girl on the side, expecting the other party's reply.

However, the expressionless Lori Zad has no intention of flattering.

"Your Highness, Loren Turin and Byrne's army are on the verge of breaking through the last line of defense. The elf girl reminded blandly: "If you don't do it again, it's only a matter of time before you are defeated by this formation." ”

"I'm as cautious as ever, and if you're so careful, you'll lose a lot of fun. ”

"Fun... Is it a type of interest?"

"No, no, no... No, the fun is... Well, it's also a synonym for interest... Or is it something completely different, it shouldn't be a concept... Hey, Lori, you're really asking a question that gives me a headache!"

"Sorry, I was rude. ”

"No, no, you're right... If it drags on like this, our guests will have to take the initiative to come to the door. The elf prince waved his hand, and his smile became more and more playful:

"As a host, you have to be prepared before the guests come in... Rest assured, I've just gotten ready, and now I just need an order and then - Loren Turin, and he will know what the 'surprise' I have left him is. ”

"But......" The elf girl frowned slightly: "Our warriors have not yet evacuated from the battlefield, shouldn't we organize a retreat before we start......"

"In that case, Loren Turin will definitely notice, definitely!"

The little elf prince, whose face changed abruptly, interrupted coldly, obviously still in a gentle tone, but full of murderous aura that could not be concealed:

"To face a terrible enemy like Loren Turin, a certain amount of casualties must be unavoidable, right? In order to ensure the success of the plan, small sacrifices are also allowed, right? In order to defeat such a powerful enemy, those sacrificial samurai must be able to understand even if they know the truth, right?

Clenching the long knife in her arms firmly, the expressionless elf girl was silent for a long time.

“...... Yes, sir. ”

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

When the last elven warrior left to contain the attack of the Byrne Legion fell to the knight's spear, the battle on the Imperial Avenue came to an end.

The enemy on both flanks has completed the withdrawal, and only a few of the Byrne legions are on the verge of collapse, but because they are entangled by the Byrne knights, the remnants of the Azorean elves who cannot retreat are still resisting stubbornly in order to survive.

The home formation of the Azorean elves on the Imperial Avenue is already close at hand.

The frightened Lusen gasped for breath and raised his head nervously, finally breathing a sigh of relief when he saw that Loren was still unharmed not far ahead.

Luckily, at least Lord Loren didn't......

"How, some little guy who always thinks too much!" With a hint of smugness, the equally breathless Lan Malos rushed up after him, grinning:

"I told you, it's our only chance to crush the enemy head-on, don't you think it's a success?"

"It's just a coincidence!" snorted coldly, the gray-eyed young man who was still not at ease stared at the back of the black-haired wizard, and the surrounding people stopped charging, and the Byrne knights who began to reorganize and assemble blocked his sight:

"If it weren't for the fact that the enemy retreated too hastily, if it weren't for Lord Loren's timely appearance, if... In short, it was just a big luck, and there was no convincing power at all!"

"What's more, the enemy retreated very quickly, the main forces suffered almost no losses, and we still have to figure out how to break through the last line of defense of our own formation - this is not a victory at all, at best... Huh?!"

The gray-eyed young man, who wanted to continue to refute, raised his head sharply and stared straight ahead.

"What's wrong?" Ranmaros, who frowned slightly, glanced at Lusen, who seemed to have been hit by an arrow, "What the hell is that expression on your face?"

"I don't know, I don't know but... Indeed, a strong void reaction came from the other side. Lu Sien looked panicked and shook his head: "Impossible, these long ears must be crazy, right?"

"Crazy, what's going on?" Ranmaros, who looked angry, knocked Luson on the shoulder with the back of his knife: "Tell me clearly, what did you see?"

As a result, Lusen, who suddenly turned back, reacted so much that he was taken aback.

"Don't care what it is, let the warriors disperse, and then all lie down!" Suppressing his anxious emotions, the gray-eyed boy yelled at him:

"I'm not sure if it's not, but if it is, it's over!"

The strong void reaction, Lusen only had a similar feeling about one thing in his memory—the lightsaber invented by Isaac.

If I'm not mistaken, it was two kilometers away!

The Byrne knights, who did not react, still gathered under the orders of the officers, picked up their shields and spears, and formed a tight formation in the middle of the not spacious Imperial Boulevard, forming a layer of shield walls in the front row.

Ranmaros, who didn't know what was going on, could only organize the soldiers to evacuate around according to his experience - but the Byrne Legion had been completely scattered in order to pursue the enemy, and the already narrow Imperial Avenue did not allow him to disperse the formation too much.

A hint of despair flashed in Lusen's eyes.

It's over, it's all over.

Dense and narrow formations, straight longitudinal battlefields......

The enemy only needs to prepare a dozen launchers at the front of the queue to see, the Byrne Legion......

It's going to be annihilated!

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