Azorean elven position, Imperial Boulevard.

Under the banner of the black and gold lion battle flag, 20,000 Byrne hoplites closely followed behind more than a thousand ranger knights and launched a fierce offensive towards the Azorean elven defenders in the direction of the Imperial Boulevard.

The elves were not good at civil fortifications - this was noticed by Loren during the Battle of Ebolden, and later in the Ebolden Attack and Defense Battle and the Broken Mountain Attack and Defense Battle, these elven warriors with superb sword skills and tacit cooperation never seemed to consider the importance of fortifications.

The sight before me basically confirmed this - there were no effective defenses in sight other than rudimentary wooden fences and earthen walls, and the only trenches were only shallow, and they did not even pose many obstacles to the cavalry.

Of course, the deeper reason is that they never imagined from the beginning that the army cowering in the imperial capital would dare to take the initiative, and the elven warriors who relied heavily on this passage connecting Sakrand and Eberden were reluctant to destroy this important road.

Sensing that the enemy's defenses were in tatters, the cavalry commander, Count Rammaros, did not hesitate to blow the horn of the cavalry charge.

Against the oncoming rain of arrows, the Ranger Knights at full speed ran head-on into the Elven Warriors who were also rushing up from behind the wooden fence - it was clear that they knew that this thing would never stop the Byrne Knights.

The two sides quickly fought together amid the terrifying sounds, and the elven warriors, who had taken advantage of the terrain and forced the cavalry to charge repeatedly, dragged the Byrne knights in place with their flesh and blood, and strangled them together.

There are constantly knights being torn off their horses, there are constantly elven warriors being trampled to the ground by their horses, there are constantly chests pierced by spears, and heads cut off by sharp blades...... The battle dead and the wailing and seriously wounded filled the trenches that were not deep, and the mixed flesh paved the way up the wooden fences and earthen walls.

At the same moment as the charge ended, the Byrne's heavily armed squires and elven warriors at the rear of the line rushed at each other with a roar of rage, stepping on the flesh and blood of their comrades and enemies.

As one of the few in the Byrne Legion, which was used to supplement the cavalry charge to cover the flanks and maintain the line, the heavy squires were generally equipped with armor second only to the knights, strong shields, battle axes, and chain hammers.

After the Golovin Collective Change, the original improvised chain mail was replaced by sturdy Sakran infantry plate chain composite armor, and the tomahawk and chain hammer were still the same—much better than halberds and heavy swords for the Byrnese who had been wielding these armor-piercing weapons for many years.

Under the hammer, all beings are equal!

Faced with the oncoming blades, the squires blocked the door with their shields, and then skillfully aimed at the front and waved the chain hammer in their hands, the crisp cracking sound did not even have any touch, and by the time the shield was removed, the elven warrior in front of him had already smashed his head or been stuck in the chest by the chain hammer and battle axe.

After a brief encounter, the elven warriors, who had suffered some casualties, immediately sensed the weakness of these overly clumsy hoplites, and began to parry their tomahawk chains with their steps and blades, stabbing their long knives through gaps in their armor, or slicing them in the back.

The chaotic battlefield gradually became scorching, and even the ranger knights had to turn over and dismount, draw their swords and fight the enemy.

"What's going on, what does that madman want to do?!"

Seeing that the originally "orderly" siege battle turned into a complete melee, the Earl of White Horse Peak, Regrel, who was in the formation, trembled with anger:

"Killed in a hurry without seeing the enemy's deployment, he Lan Malos can't wait to die?!"

"Then do you want to give an order to let the Count of Lanmaros withdraw ......?"

"Retreat?!impossible... Unless we watch him die, we can only find a way to reinforce him and fight according to his wishes. ”

Rigrel, who had stolen Lusen, frowned and gritted his teeth: "The task given to us by the Duke is to suppress the defenders in the direction of the avenue, and wait for the opportunity to consider attacking - according to Lanmaros's style of play, I am afraid that the army on the high ground will rush down immediately and go straight to our flank." ”

"The enemy must be suppressed as soon as possible and the melee must be ended!"

"Then let the Wings of the Sky attack!" Turning his head, the gray-eyed boy said decisively: "Let's rush into the battlefield from the flanks and use alchemy bombs to blast a gap in the wooden fence, so that we can crush the enemy's last line of defense!"

Rigrel, who was in the saddle, looked at the battlefield of scuffle and slaughter in front of him, and there was a hint of hesitation in his expression.

He knew that Lusen was right, but three hundred witchers were the trump card left to him by the duke, so it was really a wise move to put the last elite into battle so quickly?

But it's true... If you want to end the battle as soon as possible, you can only rely on these unscrupulous witchers who are good at using magic and alchemy.

The battle continued in the distance, and the elven warriors behind the fence poured into the battlefield - the enemy clearly understood what the loss of the Imperial Avenue meant to them.

"Then go ahead!"

With a wave of his right hand, Rigrel gritted his teeth and roared, "The Demon Hunter Legion has raided from the forest on the flank of the avenue, broken through the flanks of the wooden fence and the earthen wall, and used all means to open the gap!"

"Yes!"

The gray-eyed young man who received the battle flag from the Earl of White Horse Peak rode his horse and rushed straight to the battlefield.

Hunters burst out of the forest on the left side of the Imperial Avenue under the banner of a hunting black and gold lion, and these witchers were like a group of hunters who had been waiting for a long time, and the unaccompanied surprise attack caused the elven warriors who had not even had time to react to fall under the poison crossbow arrows and alchemy bombs.

"Boom ————————!!!!"

With a screeching bang and a dazzling explosion, the last of the wooden fences and earthen walls in front of the Byrne Legion were blown open, and the panicked elven warriors in the melee had to abandon the frontal battlefield and rush forward to plug the gap.

They were greeted not by imaginary crossbow arrows, sharp blades, iron hooves, or bombs, but by things that could not be seen or touched.

High-level spells, Force Impact.

"Knock ————————!!!!"

Another loud bang.

At the moment when the air wave hit, it was too late to react - the moment it was knocked away in the front, the elven warriors in the back row had to retreat, so the originally tight defense line instantly appeared a gap.

"Wings of the Firmament, attack—meet the enemy!"

"Kill ——————!!!!"

In a series of roars, the witchers leaped off their horses and rushed into the rear line of the Azorean elves along the gap.

After rushing into the breach, the witcher quickly spread out of formation, dodging the elven warriors' arrows with nimble steps and movements, and then stepped forward to fight him.

The witchers who studied under the Oldwood Forest War Dancers have too many similarities with the Azorean elven warriors in their fighting style.

"Bell ——!"

At the moment when the blades staggered, the gray-eyed boy threw away the banner without hesitation and pulled out the second blade, while quickly sliding behind him to dodge.

Really... Before he could stand firm, the second knife was already approaching.

"Bell ——!"

The staggered swords barely held the slashed blades, and the stuck tips of the blades were already pressed against Lusen's throat.

The silver-gray eyes have turned gray-blue.

"See you again, Lord Lusen. The elf girl slowly raised her head, and the delicate face under the blindfold was like a doll, expressionless: "This time, your sword blade is different from last time, full of killing intent." ”

"yes, because this time I won't have any more hesitation. ”

He smiled coldly, feeling the pressure coming from the blade: "For the sake of Lord Loren's victory, I will not hesitate to kill you." ”

"Well said. ”

Lori Zade, the chief of the Imperial Court, nodded very seriously: "Samurai's sword, there shouldn't be any hesitation. ”

The moment the words fell, the blade that turned into a traced light had already attacked the gray-eyed boy again!

Lu Sien, who didn't have time to dodge, could only raise his sword to block, and kept sliding back to find the flaws of the elf girl.

"Bell ......!!!!!"

The swift slash like a storm made Lu Sien have no possibility to fight back, and could only passively parry.

For Ruthen, the elven girl in front of him may really be the type he is the least good at dealing with, or to put it another way, he has never fought an enemy who is smaller, faster, and more responsive than himself.

But as long as you can stop her... That's enough.

"Bell ——!"

The moment the long knife and the short sword collided, countless shouts of killing had already exploded from behind the gray-eyed boy - Ranmaros, the Earl of Lake City, who had seized the loophole in the gap, led the Byrne knights to kill through the gap in the fence!

The moment the gap in the wooden fence was blown open, Lanmalos immediately sensed that the enemy's attack had changed—the enemy who should have rushed towards him was actually retreating in the same direction, and without any hesitation, Lanmalos led the only guards around him to attack the gap.

He had only one idea, that is, since the superior enemy began to retreat, it must be because there was something wrong with the enemy's rear line, and what he had to do was to bite it like a mad dog and completely destroy the enemy's last defense.

According to any battle rule, this method of desperately putting all the combat power into one place is absolutely wrong, and it can lead to a change in the form of the entire battlefield, and without a pre-planned order, it can even cause the soldiers to fall into a situation where they are surrounded on all sides and their morale is broken.

But at this moment, Lanmaros's decision was correct; the Azorean elves' front immediately collapsed, and they kept shrinking their forces and began to besiege Lanmaros, who was eager to "break through"; a chaotic battlefield began to gradually become clear.

Under the near-furious onslaught of Rammales, the elven army on the front line of the wooden fence and earthen wall was almost a plate of scattered sand.

"Order the 1st, 3rd, 5th, 7th, and 9th phalanxes of 1,000 men to advance to the battlefield at once, fill the void left by Ramalos, and re-establish the battle line!"

Staring at the gradually clear battlefield, the Earl of White Horse Peak immediately ordered: "At the same time, send a herald to meet the Duke and tell the Duke to reinforce as soon as possible, if it goes well, before noon today, we will be able to plant the black and gold lion battle flag on the Imperial Road!"

"Yes!"

Looking at the herald who was speeding away, the adjutant holding the battle flag looked worriedly at the Earl of White Horse Peak, who had become a little excited—in his impression, the smell of blood and dust from the battlefield could only make his Lord Count feel sick.

And now the unusual Regrell is like a wild beast that smells blood and goes berserk, with only fanaticism in his expression, and there is no trace of reason in his expression.

"Lord Earl, wouldn't it be too unwise to ask for reinforcements at this time - the tide of the battle has not been completely reversed, will it make the Duke misunderstand and think that we will soon be unable to hold on?"

"No, no, no... On the contrary, it is necessary to ask for reinforcements when the battle situation is not yet clear. Regrel's face was full of excitement:

"Wouldn't it be too unreasonable if our duke wasn't present when the avenue was captured and the enemy army was completely annihilated?!"

"All, all annihilated?!"

"That's right, annihilation - as long as you capture the Imperial Avenue, this war will be half won!" said Rigrel flatly, looking at his lieutenant with playful eyes:

"Otherwise, why do you think the Duke would leave his elite witchers with us, why should the two Counts lead a mere battlefield, and why would he throw the mudflats to the Archduke of Ellemont?"

"Ahh W-Is this because of ......?!"

"That's right, because that's where the most important thing is - and the side that captures this most critical battlefield will lead the way to victory!"

"Whether it's a tidal flat or a high ground, it doesn't matter at all! Even if it is captured, it will not change the situation of the battle much-because the Azorean elves who occupy the Imperial Avenue are still receiving reinforcements from the direction of Ebolden, and they can threaten the safety of the imperial capital at all times!"

"Just defeating them will not help at all, it is important to grasp the initiative, to grasp the most critical initiative!"

Perhaps because he was too excited, Rigrell had to pause: "But because of this, the enemy will definitely realize this, so the next battle will still be very difficult, but isn't this the reason why the Duke has entrusted us to attack, and the strongest enemy, of course, must be handed over to the Byrne Knight, who is the most reassuring to the Duke!"

"Even if there is no victory in the tidal flats, and the middle line is struggling to hold on, we who are in charge of the Great Avenue battlefield will lead the whole army to victory - the empire, under the leadership of Duke Byrne, will lead to victory!"

And I, Count Rigell of White Horse Peak, will also become the first commander to see through the key to this battle, with glory second only to the Duke of Byrne - just like Eckert, Earl of Fort Fury, and Grenwell, Earl of Stormwind, became the most prominent figures in the Round Table Council as the deputy of the House of Turin!

Extremely excited, Rigrel's eyes flashed, as if he could already see his flowers and the scenery that everyone was looking forward to.

"Target Imperial Boulevard, ...... in the name of Duke Byrne"

"All living elves ......"

"No ——! to Kill"

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