"Give the order. ”

When the two orders for help reached the rear of the army, the eldest princess Fetron looked at Loren very calmly:

"Abandon the Ellemont regiment on the right flank, and fully support the Byrne legion on the left flank to capture the Imperial Avenue in one go, and the battle is over. ”

The dark-haired wizard frowned slightly, and glanced at Fitronay in some surprise - although it was only for a moment, she still found it.

"What, think I'm too ruthless?"

"No, just a bit of an accident. Loren shook his head, he didn't know how to explain it: "The Wirtz family of Ellemont has been loyal to de Salion for hundreds of years, compared to us Byrnens... Well, I'm not saying we're disloyal, but I thought ......"

"Did you think I would be desperate to order you to rescue the Grand Duke of Ellemont?" Fitronay's tone was as sharp as ever, or rather......

Special rush.

"This is the battlefield, we are fighting a war that has a good chance of deciding the fate of the empire, and any superfluous emotions are unnecessary - as long as they can win, it doesn't matter how many people die, and conversely, if they lose, it is worthless to save as many as they want, because they are destined to die under the enemy's butcher's knife. ”

"Mercy and mercy, tyranny and cruelty, are luxuries that can only be enjoyed in victory, and calmness and reason are the necessities of life. "From a very young age, we have been instilled with this kind of education—I, Conrad, Brandon, every De Salion, all the same. ”

Sounds very similar to wizarding education... The black-haired wizard who couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth stared at the high ground in the fierce battle from beginning to end.

Even through the fog, you can still hear the earth-shattering sound of the battlefield in the highlands like a sea of fire, and the sharp spears and halberds continue to collide, and the elven warriors wielding sharp knives form a wedge formation again and again, constantly trying to break through.

In the face of the condescending elven warriors, the Imperial soldiers had no countermeasures at all except to resist the shield wall and frantically stab their halberds, and in the face of the sharp Azorean long knives, even the sturdy shields became extremely fragile.

Mixed with the sound of flesh tearing mixed with screams, the solid shield wall was torn open again and again, and rows of bones had fallen on the staggered battle front.

Despite their low-lying inferiority, the crossbowmen were almost within range of the elven archers, and they continued to shoot through the gaps between the wings and the shield wall, providing extremely limited long-range cover for the shield wall.

The light infantry on both sides fired almost non-stop, and the whistling arrows shrouded the already smoke-filled battlefield like a curtain of dark clouds and iron curtains, making the already foggy heights even more bleak.

At this point, even Fitronay could see that even if the Imperial army could really attack the high ground, the price paid would be unimaginably heavy.

In fact, when the elven warriors did not rush directly down the hill and held on to the high ground, the original plan was already half defeated.

The little elven prince had no intention of taking advantage of the fog to launch a surprise attack immediately, and even on the contrary - he was not facing an army of 100,000 Azorean elves who were about to leave!

I really didn't expect that he was more patient than himself, and he didn't choose to attack when he put such a great opportunity in dense fog weather, but waited.

If so, you'll have to change your plans.

"Are you hesitating?"

Seeing that the black-haired wizard was silent, Fittronay asked tentatively.

"Sort of. ”

"It's not like you. Fitlonay said lightly: "Arrogant, shameless, bold and without limits... It's the Loren Turin I remember. ”

“...... Thanks for the compliment. ”

The black-haired wizard rolled his eyes.

"You're welcome, so can you tell me why you're hesitating?" Fitronay continued.

Loren shrugged, there was nothing to hide about this kind of thing, and Her Royal Highness the eldest princess couldn't show any surprise or panic in her expression after listening to it.

Or rather, she doesn't know what panic is.

"Is there a solution?"

"Yes. ”

"Need my help?"

This sentence is very clever - Instead of asking Loren about his plans directly, Fitronay offers help, which avoids the most embarrassing thing for Loren, which is that he does not have to think about how to "order" the eldest princess of the empire as a duke.

"The most important task now is to buy time. Since the other party is so caring, Loren is not polite: "The highland battlefield is the key to the whole battle, whether we can hold on long enough and bite the Azorean elves on the highlands determines whether the initiative of the battle is on our side." ”

There was finally a hint of seriousness in Fitlonay's expression.

"As long as the enemy on the heights cannot threaten the flanks, the enemy in the direction of the tidal flats and avenues is alone, and we ......"

"Got it. ”

Before he could finish speaking, Fitronay turned and left: "Leave the high ground to me—as long as I live, the Sakran Legion will not dare to retreat." ”

The black-haired wizard bowed slightly, and with a "I expected you to say that" expression, Fitronay couldn't help but stop.

"Did you plan it that way from the beginning?"

"Huh, in the beginning, in the beginning?"

Loren's face was written inexplicably.

"From what I decided... No, from the moment you decided to fight the Azorean elves to the death outside the city. Fitlonai said coldly: "Use me to control the Imperial Parliament, and then make the Sakran Legion obey you?"

"If I survive, the Imperial Council will not dare to deny your merits because of my existence, and if I die, the Sakran Legion will not dare to flee, otherwise you will be charged with killing the royal family, and you will have to fight to the death... Sounds like a good plan. ”

"No, absolutely not!" the black-haired wizard vetoed.

Of course, it's impossible to admit this kind of thing!

"Really?"

The expressionless Fitlonai snorted lightly, as if he was still a little disappointed, but nodded thoughtfully.

"There were always some doubts before, but now I finally understand why Brandon and Conrad attach so much importance to you, and there is indeed the demeanor of a commander of a large army. ”

"Oh, before that... Well, forget it, I don't really want to know......"

The black-haired wizard quickly changed his words, but Fitlonai had no intention of stopping.

"Shameless, arrogant, unrestrained, arrogant, smiling, self-righteous, shameless, ruthless, and cautious to the extreme. ”

“...... Thank you, and I really can't thank you more for a third time. ”

"You want to be beautiful. ”

Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, the black-haired wizard who watched Fetronay leave secretly breathed a sigh of relief - no matter what, as long as Her Royal Highness the eldest princess was present, the central battlefield of the Highlands would be saved.

Of course, the price is that Fetronay is likely to die here, but as she herself said, losing the battle, even if she can save everyone, is only the difference between early death and late death.

Winning the victory in front of you is the most important thing.

"Really?"

A laughing voice sounded, and the elegant blonde boy had already appeared in Loren's tent at some point.

More precisely, he was lying on the map table in front of him with his chin in his hands, staring at him motionless with those big innocent eyes.

"Maybe it's just a delusion, but poor Asrael really thinks that this 'Highness the Eldest Princess' has begun to have a crush on Loren......"

"Ahh Wouldn't that be an awkward relationship between dear Loren and His Highness Brandon, with a friend on one side and a friend's aunt on the other, and poor Asrael with another competitor, though they didn't really care......"

"Shut up. ”

Before the topic of the young man in front of him was about to become dangerous, Loren interrupted without hesitation, and his gaze began to turn to the tidal flat battlefield on the other side.

Taking advantage of the heavy fog, the light infantry on both flanks of the Elems army quickly completed the maneuver of outflanking the left and right, and began to flank the elven warrior army that rushed into the tidal flats, and at the same time, the warriors on the rear line of the elven army had already drawn their swords and began to spread out to the two wings.

For both sides, this fog was both an advantage and a disadvantage - the Eleman legion, which could not see the enemy, wanted the enemy's ambush at any time, and the Azorean elves, because of the sea of fog in front of them, could not tell how many Imperials were on the other side and where.

The "light infantry" of both sides once again collided with each other without realizing it, and at first they were stunned, then raised their javelins and long knives, and roared and pounced on each other.

Meat and blood, splattered between streams and mudflats!

The elven warriors who swung their knives and flicked off their javelins were knocked over by the oncoming tomahawks; the Elemon light infantry, who threw their javelins with all their might, let the long knives penetrate their chests; there were also many elven warriors who were skilled in swordsmanship, and shot down more than a dozen javelins with their swords one after another, but they were knocked to the ground by a shield of the light infantry who sneaked up, and before they could react, their heads were cut off by an axe.

The battlefield on both flanks quickly fell into a melee, whether it was the elven warriors or the Elemish light infantry formations were completely entangled and scorched together, in just five minutes, the two sides tried to break through the opponent's line more than ten times, and the opponent was finally stopped by the other party when they entered the back.

Soon, the Elemand light infantry, which could not bear the casualties, first suffered a demoralization problem, the rapid sound of the horn echoed again and again in the sea of fog, and began to gradually shrink to the rear line, and the elven warriors, who also suffered many casualties, began to move towards the flanks of the line, trying to encircle and annihilate the vanguard of the Elemish legion.

"Do not be afraid, you are proud Elemones!"

Yuri Wirtz, who had held the battle flag aloof all along, stood at the forefront of the battle arena without moving, easily dodging the stabbing long knife and stabbing the Mithril dagger into the neck of the elven pikeman:

"Blow the horn and let the rear line army press - there is nothing to be afraid of, the elves with long ears are also living things, they will also bleed, they can also be killed!"

"Everything that will be killed, there is nothing to be afraid of——!"

The roar of the sea of fog and the bloody battle of the Elemish knights did not completely turn the tide of the battlefield - the light infantry line was repulsed, and the Elemish vanguard, who was surrounded on both flanks, soon fell into a situation of being surrounded on three sides.

With elven warriors armed with spears and bows on the front and samurai wielding long swords on the wings, it is difficult for hunters and two-handed swordsmen to win more with less.

The casualties increased rapidly, and the Ellemont warriors, who were constantly being repulsed, could only retreat and shrink in the direction of the duke, and gradually became completely surrounded by the enemy.

But that was in Yuli Wirtz's plan.

First by surprise and then pressed by the enemy's army - if it is a regular battle, the need now is to shrink the force and stop the loss as soon as possible before the casualties increase.

But the key lies in this, the enemy did not premeditate but happened to collide, in other words, the enemy on the opposite side did not actually know the situation on his side, and may not even know the number of his own troops;

In this case, you might as well take the opportunity......

"Lord Yuri Wirtz!"

The herald who rushed back was like a battlefield, and shouted loudly while raising his sword to meet the enemy:

"Loren Turin, Duke of Byrne, has sent me to give you an order to lead the Ellemont Legion to retreat as soon as possible, and to withdraw from the tidal area within a quarter of an hour to regroup!"

"What did you say?!"

The stunned Yuli Wirtz turned pale: "Why, did that guy Loren Turin explain why?!"

"No, Duke Byrne said don't ask, it's a military order to ask!"

"So, what is the reason?"

Tilting his head, Asrael asked curiously, "Although dear Loren refuses to say it, Asrael can still feel it faintly. ”

"It's in... Waiting for someone, or something to happen—80,000 against 100,000, is already a weak enemy and a strong enemy, and it can only be the reason why the 10,000 phalanx infantry legions refuse to enter the battlefield, right?"

The black-haired wizard shrugged in acquiescence.

For the evil god, or any being who has opened the second valve, the means of observing each other is no longer expressions and mental changes, but void reactions.

Loren, who is not even a beginner at this point, has so far had no means to stop Asriel from "observing" himself, so ......

"So, what is it?"

Blinking his innocent scarlet eyes, the blonde boy asked a second time.

"Fog. ”

The black-haired wizard said lightly.

"Fog?"

"yes, that's what I've been waiting for. Loren nodded, with a bit of confidence in his expression: "Fog... It's about to disperse. ”

"Huh?!"

The surprised blonde boy walked out of the tent and rubbed his eyes desperately—the thick sea of fog still filled the ground, and there was no sign that it was about to disperse.

So how the hell did Loren know, could his Void Power even guess such a thing?!

"It has nothing to do with the power of the Void - I've tried to contain my Void reactions as much as I can, as a friend reminded me. Without looking, Loren could guess what he was thinking:

"But I just know. ”

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