Azorean elven formation, tidal flats.

Perhaps because of the proximity to the water, even if the sun could be faintly felt, the surrounding fog still showed no sign of dissipating, and the fog was too thick to dissipate, weakening the field of vision to within three meters.

With such a thick fog, it is difficult to judge the location, not to mention the direction.

The 20,000 Elems army stooped down in such a fog of streams and mires with no vision.

At the head of the line were a line of Elemish hunters and Elemish two-handed swordsmen, staggered along the border of the stream, flanked by light infantry armed with round shields, battle axes, one-handed halberds (armed with Sackland) and heavy javelins, covering and scouting the enemy, and the most elite Elemanish knights were left at the side of Yuri Wirtz as the main force to break through and break through if necessary.

Bordering Sackland, Byrne and Boe, Ellemont is a hilly and mountainous region that draws on the cultures of all three regions, as well as its unique traditions, resulting in a distinctive fighting style.

Fierce two-handed swordsmen, light infantry emphasizing speed and mobility, hunters skilled in ambush warfare and surprise warfare, and knights of Ellemont who are proficient in various combat techniques, especially two-handed weapons, and have even been praised as "berserkers" and "Ellermont blade warriors"... Together, they form this army of mountains and forests that emphasizes mobility and lethal efficiency.

To a certain extent, it can be said that the Elemons may be the only army in the Empire that can fight the Azorean elven warriors in raids.

It was because of this self-confidence that Yuli Wirtz dared to demand that the Elemish legion take on the most difficult and difficult battlefield to suppress the Azorean elves with dense phalanxes and cavalry charges.

But the degree to which the fog restricted his vision was still beyond the imagination of the Grand Duke of Ellemont.

Surrounded by the knights of Ellemont, Yuli Wirtz stared at the white world in front of him, and in the silence of the mist, the sound of the battlefield in the distance could even be heard, hazy, as if it were the voice of another world.

The explosion of the alchemy bomb and... The pillar of light of the Azorean elf "launcher" ... The battlefield in the highlands, has the fighting already begun?

The Grand Duke of Ellemont pondered silently.

According to the original plan, the first to start the battle should be the tidal flat battlefield on their own side, responsible for attracting the enemy's attention and sharing the pressure for the middle line - but this kind of battle involving tens of thousands of people is often difficult to control the details, and can only cooperate with each other as much as possible, and at the same time be able to adapt to the situation.

If the army on the heights has already been discovered, then it is only a matter of time before the enemy perceives himself in the direction of the tidal flats, and if he cannot launch a surprise attack before the enemy can react, then ......

As Yuri Wirtz pondered, a terrible scream came from directly in front of the mist.

"The sound of the trumpet, the whole army is on alert!"

The Archduke of Ellemont, whose face changed in shock, immediately drew his sword and shouted: "We have been discovered, blow the trumpet of the march, and spread the ——! on all fronts."

The roar echoed through the thick fog, and the reacting flag bearers blew their horns and dispersed in all directions—thanks to the streams and mud pools, the trumpets were heard farther than usual.

In the next second, the noisy splashing sound was raised, and the Ellermont knights drew their weapons and formed a formation around Yuri Wirtz very tacitly, guarding the surroundings.

"First confirm the enemy's position!" "Signal to the surrounding troops, order them to disperse their lines, move to the flanks and ......"

He didn't have time to finish his sentence.

"Bell ——!"

A spark flashed, and the knight of Elemmont standing in front of Yuri Wirtz seemed to have been slammed down, and an arrow cluster appeared on the condensed freshly forged shoulder armor.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack! form a shield wall!" the pained Ellermont knight roared loudly, raising his short sword in both hands:

"Protecting the Duke's ——!"

The frightened Elemish knights hurriedly retracted their line, took out the Sackland-style kite-shaped shield from their backs, and stacked the shields on top of each other to form a semicircular "tortoiseshell array" to protect Yuri Wirtz in the center.

Almost at the same time as the shield wall was erected, more than a dozen cold arrows roared through the mist, leaving one dent after another on the shield, and only a few were nailed to the shield.

But Yuri Wirtz did not show any luck because of this, but was a little heavier.

According to the standard of the Sakran Legion's shield, only a cluster of crossbow arrows fired within ten steps can be nailed into the shield - in other words, the nearest Azorean elf is within ten paces of you!

Yuri Wirtz's first reaction was that the most cutting-edge hunters and two-handed swordsmen had been wiped out!

But in less than a second, he dispelled this idea - if he had really been defeated on all fronts, even if he was completely annihilated, it would not be possible that there would be no movement, not even screaming and routed deserters.

No matter how bad it was, there should have been blood stains and corpses, but now there is nothing.

So it's not that the front line is completely annihilated, but that the enemy has long guessed that he will try to attack, so he set up an ambush here, right?

No, absolutely impossible - the raid battle was decided only three days ago, and it is impossible for the Azorean elves to guess that the Empire would make such a bold move.

Gently pushing away a shield in front of him, Yuri Wirtz, with a solemn expression, seemed to be able to see the eyes in the fog that looked at him as if he was looking at his prey.

A sea of stagnant fog seemed to boil, and the sounds of screams, wails, roars, battles, and battles came from all directions, stimulating the nerves of every Elemont knight.

Panicked shouts, desperate battles, anxious shouts, unwilling to fall down the screams... There is also the figure of the enemy, who is constantly shuttling in the thick fog.

Even the brave and fierce Ellemont warriors, skilled in mobile combat and surprise warfare, can panic when faced with an enemy who has no idea where they have appeared.

In just a few minutes, the trumpets of enemy attacks, orders to assemble, and defences were constantly sounding from all sides in the sea of fog - it was clear that not just one unit, but the entire Elems regiment had been attacked by the enemy.

"Poof——!

Dark arrows whistled past his ears, and Yuri Wirtz watched in horror as the flag bearer in front of him was hit in the face, and he went limp, and collapsed to the ground.

In the next second, a long knife came out of its sheath in the thick fog.

"Enemy attack!"

The knight of Elemmans on the side endured his grief and snatched the battle flag from the hands of the dead robe: "Elemish people, meet the ——!"

"Kill ——————!!!!"

At the moment of the splash, half of the Elemanse knights threw down their shields and swung their two sharp blades at the Azorean elven warriors who rushed out of the mist.

"Bell ——!"

"——! Shark"

"Poof——!

"Bang ——!"

The sound of blades colliding, sparks bursting with light, endless!

The Ellermont knights, who were a hundred-man team, cooperated tacitly, and although each of them fought alone, they always kept within the protection range of the "tortoiseshell formation" behind them, alternating back and forth to fight with the elven warriors who rushed out of the mist.

One person attacked, one person defended, one person covered, and constantly changed their "duties" in the battle, no matter whether the enemy was frantically attacking or pretending to retreat, he always stuck to his post and never pursued.

Maintaining this momentum, the Ellermont knights maintained a seemingly loose but in fact tight "ring" formation from beginning to end, and despite the continuous casualties, they also made some gains.

Moments later—maybe a quarter of an hour, maybe not even five minutes—after trying to break through the blockade of the Ellermont Knights, the elven warriors did not hesitate to retreat, disappearing without a trace in the fog.

It was clear that the battle was not over, but Yuri Wirtz had a sense of relief for some reason, and a figure very similar to himself flashed in his mind.

That's right, if there is an elite force like the Byrne Witcher at this time, and quickly suppress the sneak attack of the elven warriors, the battle will not be so passive.

If there is... Lusian can be here, or the person who is the Grand Duke of Ellemont is not himself, but Lusen's words......

The thought of hesitation flashed through the mind of the Grand Duke of Elleman, and he quickly regained his composure.

"Light the torches and send a signal to all the surrounding troops!" the Grand Duke of Elemand, who quickly calmed down, did not hesitate to order the knights beside him:

"Send a herald and get in touch with the nearest army immediately!"

"Yes——!"

The Ellermont knights, who were also extremely nervous, took out the pine torches and ignition agents they carried with them.

A few minutes later, the sound of trumpets and the light of fire flowed down the mist-shrouded streams and tidal flats—first beside Yuri Wirtz, and soon spread like a raging torrent across the tidal flats.

The moment the fire lit up, Yuri Wirtz's face changed in shock.

He almost held back the trembling of his body, and looked at everything in front of him in a cold sweat.

Thousands of elven warriors have been lying in ambush between streams and tidal flats, lurking in meadows, in mud pools, under streams... Raid from all sides, even from the hinterland of the El Mans Legion!

On the battlefield filled with fog, where the fire shines, there are shouts of killing everywhere, and you can see the figures of melee and staggered everywhere, the elven warriors lurking in the fog continue to retreat and advance to harass and strangle the Elemish warriors under the fire, and when the Elem army begins to counterattack, some take advantage of the thick fog to evade and retreat.

Forwards, wings, defenders... Almost all of the Elemish army was already in the middle of the melee, and farther behind the tidal flats, black and crushed figures roared into the battlefield.

It doesn't take much thought to guess that it was the final blow that the enemy used to encircle, crush and annihilate the Legion of Elemand!

The icy water of the stream made Yuri Wirtz shiver, and the remaining silver-gray pupils slowly drooped and shrank suddenly.

The clear and transparent stream turned blood red.

The bloodied corpse was leaning against his ankle, twitching and trembling slightly, as if he was still alive.

"Duke, the enemy situation is dangerous, why don't we ...... for the time being"

"Calm down! The more times like this, the less you can be alarmed!"

With an angry shout, the calm Grand Duke of Ellemont raised his gaze again: "The army ambushed by the enemy has been exposed, and our army has not shown any tendency to collapse immediately, and even stabilized its position, this is good news!"

"Don't be frightened by a few ambushes, the fact that they can evade the search of the army proves that there are not many of them, and the enemy in the rear line is not really aware of us, but because the high ground of the Chinese army has begun to fight, so they temporarily advance in the direction of the tidal flats. ”

"Keep your composure, the battle has just begun, the Elemands still have the strength to fight - only a slight setback, we haven't lost this battle yet!"

The categorical words, clear and powerful in the chaotic fighting around them, shook the Ellermont knights.

"The trumpets were sounded, and the light infantry on the left and right flanks were ordered to move to the rear, to expel the small forces sent by the enemy with javelins, and the hunters and two-handed swordsmen in the forward positions staggered back—regardless of casualties, to maintain their formation, and to gradually gain a foothold. ”

"The army of the rear line, having swept away the enemy's ambushes, remained in position, did not make any further movements, and was ready to reinforce at any time, and if necessary, to meet the retreating flanks. ”

"Finally... Knights of Elleman, attack with me!"

The Grand Duke of Elmans, who held down the hilt of his sword, raised his sword with a cry: "Aim straight ahead, charge at full speed - like the Byrnes, use the most ferocious offensive to curb the arrogance of the enemy!"

"Obey ——————!!!!"

At the other end of the tidal flat battlefield, thousands of Azorean elven armies had already taken the lead in stepping into the battlefield, and the dense front gradually appeared in the undispersed sea of fog.

The spear-wielding elven warriors, like the Empire's phalanx infantry, remained in tight formation, stepping into the icy stream, pressing on the vanguard of the Elemand Legion;

The elven archers who wandered in the front line kept firing at the Elemont hunters, and the whistling black shadows shuttled between the two armies, and from time to time a figure fell in the stream and the mire, never to rise again;

At the rear of the front, the elven warriors wielding long knives had entered the battlefield, and their shadowy figures were ambushed behind the "spear phalanx".

Almost at the same time as the elven warriors appeared, the red, white and black cross battle flags had been erected on the front line of the Elems Legion - looking at the thin, big hunting figure, the morale of the Elems warriors was immediately shaken.

"Elemands, do not hesitate to stand firm!" exclaimed Yuli Wirtz:

"You are the warriors of Dragonheart City, the hunters in the mountains of Elemman, and the proud guardians of the Empire, the Empress of Ten Thousand Cities, Golovin, right behind us!

"I, Yuli Wirtz, your duke, am with you!"

"Take up your bows and arrows, raise your javelins, protect your robes with sharp blades, and block your enemies with ......your chests!"

"The Empire... It's invincible!"

"We... It's invincible!"