The moment the Byrne Legion's banner emerged from the forest, Anson Zade's mood instantly fell to the bottom.

The cold fear crept up his spine and pierced into his mind, stopping his breathing and dilating his pupils.

Lost.

My thoughts, my plans, my decisions... All this was expected by Loren Torino.

From the beginning, this was a trap set by Loren Turin to annihilate himself and his 20,000 elven warriors, and his thirst for revenge became his tool to accomplish it all.

Jane is like a Gu worm in an urn - no matter how hard she struggles, she can't escape the shackles of the Gu cultivator.

In a trance, the suffocating elf boy blushed, and his body trembled violently.

The battlefield was filled with smoke and dust, and it was noisy... The elven warriors who had just been in a position were in a dilemma when they faced the Byrne legion that formed a formation and rushed out of the dense forests on both sides of the Imperial Avenue, and they didn't know whether to attack or retreat, so they could only stop where they were.

The sound of weapons waving, the vibrating of armor, the sound of arrows breaking through the air, the shouts of orders and shouts, the inconsistent sound of trumpets, the wails of screams and sorrows......

Anson Zade... He didn't know what to do anymore.

Maybe, maybe you deserve to die here, right?

It won't be long before the 20,000 elven army in chaos will be completely surrounded by Duke Byrne's army, their knights will tear apart the line, and their phalanx of spears will be turned into a prison of steel, bleeding themselves little by little, killing the last elven warrior.

He could even guess that Loren Turin would never end this battle anytime soon, and that he would bleed little by little, giving the recalcitrant elven warriors hope that they would be able to "turn the tables".

That's the price of your own self-righteousness, right?

Thinking like this, Anson Zadeh somehow gradually regained his composure from his fear.

"Lord Anson Zade!"

The elven warrior holding the battle flag high on the side suddenly knelt down on one knee, and the elven boy woke up with a roar of fear.

"Lord Anson Zade, please lead us in a decisive battle against the Imperials!"

The stunned elf boy was slightly stunned, as if he was subconsciously shaking his head: "No... It's useless, we've fallen into the enemy's trap, and no matter how vain we struggle, we can only ......"

"Then it's better to die in battle!" the elven warrior snapped and roared.

"Since it's a death anyway, let's die here!"

"As you said before, even if it is worth exchanging the blood of a thousand samurai for the head of Loren Turin, then it is worth exchanging the blood of 20,000 samurai for one and ending up together, even if it is a bloody battle that is lost!"

"Anyway, I can't escape, why not die for righteousness?!"

The elf boy, whose heart was blank, suddenly woke up.

yes, why not.

It's all exhausted, what else can't be put down?

"Then let's fight. Throwing away the wand that had been holding in his palm, Anson Zadeh took the Azorean Elven Banner from the wizard's hand:

"Go ahead, fight until the last moment... This time, I'm in charge of the flag. ”

The elven warrior who knelt on one knee nodded solemnly to Anson, got up and drew his sword, and stepped forward.

"The warriors of the Eagle King—"

Holding the long knife in his hand high, the elven warrior roared and galloped quickly, rushing in the direction of the Byrne Legion:

"Draw your sword!" meet the enemy's ——!"

............ The moment the horn sounded, the Azorean elven warriors finally stopped wavering, and the messy wolf-like roar resounded through the Imperial Avenue again, and thousands of long knives flashed in the sun.

Despite the scattered lines and the crossbowmen and spear phalanxes of the Byrne's elite legions, these proud warriors charged with their swords as always, desperately attacking from the front—as if they could not be identified without doing so.

But Rulin's spear doesn't care who they are, and neither does Rulin's rain of arrows.

"Crossbowmen ready - shoot!"

In the head-on battle, the heavy crossbowmen crouching in the front row did not need to aim at all, and raised their crossbows and shot out a whole row of crossbow arrows - in the scattered line of the elven warriors, there was a sudden "clanging" sound, but more was the sound of arrows piercing the chamber.

The elven warriors in their robes and bones did not panic at all, and rushed madly towards the spear phalanx of the Byrne Legion.

The phalanx infantrymen with spears in high haphazard stepped out of the forest without panic, forming a tight phalanx in the middle of the avenue and on both sides, and the heavy spears of the jungle fell down like open steel feather fans.

"Formation, Forward ——!"

The sound of heavy, uniform footsteps sounded, and the phalanx slowly moved forward - unlike the "black walls" of Sackland, the Byrnes who fought with guns and guns, although they also trained the phalanx, were far from reaching that level of tacit understanding, and could maintain a quick maneuver in formation on the chaotic battlefield.

But walking slowly, in a neat and tight queue, brought a completely different sense of oppression from the Sakran Legion.

"Bang!

An elven warrior who rushed to the front of the spear flicked the spear one after another, and before the raised knife could swing down, his neck and torso had been pierced in an instant, and blood gushed and fell in front of the spear.

More elven warriors followed closely behind and rushed towards the phalanx, and the phalanx infantry continued to advance unhurriedly, and soldiers with severed spears continued to fall, or retreat to the rear of the phalanx, and the soldiers in the back row immediately stepped forward to fill the gap.

Roars and wails mingled with the roar of blades and armor and flesh and blood, and in the face of the Azorean elven warriors who pounced on them like outlaws, the slowly advancing spear phalanx began to stagnate, and even was repulsed for a time, leaving a whole line of corpses behind.

Heaps of flesh and blood have filled the ravines on both sides of the road.

"The Battle of the Trapped Beasts. ”

Sneering at the elven warriors who were fighting bravely, Count Guy Anggot of Mountain Rock Castle showed a somewhat mocking expression on his face, and then chuckled and turned his gaze to the black-haired wizard beside him:

"Congratulations, Duke—twenty thousand long-eared scum are your trophies, and if the nobles in the imperial capital see this, they will all be frightened. ”

Although there was inevitably a faint sense of pride, it was the first time that the Earl of Mountain Rock Fort was so "flattering" to Loren, who had drawn his sword against him at the Council of the Round Table.

Alone and without any advantage, he destroyed the blockade that the Azorean elves had painstakingly built, and his appetite was even so great that he wanted to annihilate the 20,000 Azorean elves who were forced to retreat......

If Loren fails, or even has to wait for the Earl of Mountain Rock Fort to lead an army to turn the tide of the battle, then it can be called conceited or insatiable;

But he succeeded... In the eyes of the Byrnes, he is a real hero, and even a hero who can be compared to the "Black Duke", who brings Byrne supreme glory.

"Trapped Beast Fight?"

The black-haired wizard shook his head: "No... We are still far from that; ”

"Duke, do you think that at this point, the elves on the other side can turn the tables?" said the Earl of Mountain Rock Fort in disbelief.

At the age of the black-haired wizard, he was still worried that the other party would be complacent, and he had to find a way to persuade the duke to come.

The silent black-haired wizard stared at the triangular battle flag of the Azorean elves on the battlefield.

The battle was turning towards what he wanted to see most - for some reason, the commander of the Azorean elves on the opposite side gave up the last chance to retreat and fought to the death in the same place.

Next, as long as he slowly surrounds him, he can kill all the 20,000 elven warriors left by bloodletting little by little; the battle may be very fierce, it will last a day and a night, but in the end it must be himself who wins.

According to the information sent by the Earl of Mountain Rock Castle, Ully Wirtz, the Grand Duke of Elem, had already led his army to stop the elven prince - he didn't even have the last worries, only to make sure that he would not be broken through.

But the more this is the case, the more caution must be taken, after all......

"After all, now dear Loren can't use the power of the void at will like in the past~" The immature voice was mixed with a bit of banter, and it sounded in the ears of the black-haired wizard:

"Alas... Although my dear Loren was already very cautious in the past, he didn't expect that he would only become more cautious when opening the second valve, and even began to be a little 'cowardly'......"

"Shut up. ”

Interrupting a distraction from one of the guys, the black-haired wizard turned his gaze back to the battlefield - as the battle line heated up, the elven warriors finally stopped attacking the front of the spear phalanx and began to maneuver to the sides, attempting to raid the two flanks of the Byrne Legion.

But this is doomed to be in vain.

Heavily armed squires wielding shields, chain hammers, and battle axes, ranger knights with swords held high burst out of the dense forest, wantonly plundering the lone elven warriors who tried to circumvent the rear.

At the moment when the blades staggered, the elven warrior who met the enemy with his sword was able to block the saber that fell from the top of his head, and the galloping knight had calmly fled the battlefield;

The elven warrior who raised his head in astonishment saw an oncoming chain hammer.

"Poof!"

With a crisp crack, the elf's face and skull shattered to smithereens, and the headless torso fell to its knees, twitching and falling to the verdant grass along with the fallen knife.

Similar scenes are repeated over and over again.

Sometimes the Ranger Knight was dragged off his horse and died with the elven warriors, sometimes he was besieged by his heavily armed squires and fell under the sudden swords of the cavalry, sometimes it was the samurai with excellent swordsmanship who calmly parried and made the attendants and cavalry around him dare not move forward, and sometimes they ......

In any case, the narrow jungle on both flanks has been turned into a blood-soaked and impassable killing field, ensuring that the flanks of the spear phalanx will not be penetrated, while the frontal battlefield has been completely dominated by the spear phalanx and cannot be passed through at all.

In this way, the siege network has been formed, and no matter how hard the Azorean elves struggle, they will not be able to escape - unless they can force their way through from the front, or collapse on the spot... But that would be the better end than annihilation.

If they insist on fighting the Byrne Legion to the end, it will only be a matter of time before they are annihilated, and if the Azorean elves are ready to retreat and flee for their lives, it will only be a matter of time before they are annihilated.

Just like the Count of Mountain Rock Fort "touted", 20,000 Azorean elven warriors are already in Loren's pocket.

So in the end, there is only one thing left - beware of the last eventuality.

"Rigrel, Ranmaros!" Loren shouted behind him.

"In ——!"

"All the knights are resting and waiting!"

"Obey ——!"

The two counts immediately stepped back and summoned the Byrne Knights, who were resting.

"Wouldn't it be too early to send knights now?" Earl Shanyan Fort frowned slightly: "Although these long ears have no brains, their morale and physical strength are very good, and they will not be easily defeated in a short period of time......"

"Our enemies are more than just that, Count Angot. ”

"It's not just that, you're saying the Archduke of Ellemont is ......"

"Just in case. Shaking his head, Loren interrupted the Earl of Mountain Rock Castle's speculation: "No matter what, His Royal Highness the Elven Prince will not easily give up the army of these 20,000 Azorean elves, so he must come." ”

"I believe in the strength of the Grand Duke of Elleman, but even if there is only a 1 in 10,000 chance, it must not be taken lightly. The black-haired wizard explained:

"The 20,000 legions you brought from the imperial capital, the siege of the enemy in front of us is already very reluctant, in a hurry, we can't actually build a complete enough defense line, the belly and back are almost completely exposed; It is impossible to be much stronger than the Azorean elves on the other side. ”

"Win... It will still be won, but the kind of victory that comes with heavy casualties should be avoided. ”

The Earl of Mountain Rock Castle, who was slightly surprised, looked at Loren in a daze, and finally remained silent.

He didn't really like this seemingly safe "conservative" tactic - if he could, the Earl of Mountain Rock would still prefer Loren to be another being like the Black Duke.

Even that man is the culprit for Byrne's decline.

Staring at Loren on the battlefield, he kept thinking about the tactics that Rodria Azore might use.

At this point in the fighting, it is almost impossible to turn the tide again, but Rodria Azores... That elf little prince, it was really hard for him to imagine that the other party would calmly admit defeat.

The only doubt is what kind of way he will break the game.

What about yourself... What would you do if you were faced with such a situation?

A large army is besieging and the enemy is blocking - how can a quick surprise enemy not even have the logistical baggage to be sneak attacked?

Where is your own flaw, and where is the only flaw in the whole layout?

Is there anything that would never be taken into account by the Byrne Legion and that would be able to organize a defense?

While he was still pondering, a witcher suddenly crossed the battlefield and rushed to Loren anxiously:

"Lord Duke, there are traces of a large number of troops moving in the direction of the Gem River, suspected to be Azorean elves, and they are rushing towards the battlefield!"

"Troops... There are thousands!"