At noon, on the battlefield of Ebolden, in the second hour of the official start of the confrontation between the two sides, the battle completely entered a white-hot state.

The right-wing army, which was the first to go to war and was almost completely isolated, and was "separated" from the entire battlefield, gradually changed from a melee without distinguishing each other to a "stage play" of "encirclement" and "breakthrough" with the continuous penetration of the Azorean elves.

The elven warriors wielding their twin swords and constantly trying to tear apart the imperial array continued to converge towards the center like a stream, concentrating on one point, seeking a breakthrough in the face of a rain of arrows and constant harassment;

The Grand Duke of Ellemont, Ully Wirtz, led the Elem two-handed swordsmen to hold the front, retreating and organizing the defensive line, while at the same time allowing the Lothair archers and Arles hunters to move to the left and right, relying on a rain of arrows, throwing guns, and non-stop raids to break the line of elven warriors in the middle, trying to divide and surround the enemy.

Every time the elven warriors broke through the Imperial defenses with their robes and the bones of the Elemish swordsmen, they found themselves cut off from their backs, and Arles hunters and dancers wielding battle axes and spears came at them from the left and right.

Again and again the enemy crushed the line, again and again in the duke's hoarse shouts to regroup, and fought bloody battles with the enemy... On the almost isolated right-flank battlefield, warriors from the three principalities relied entirely on themselves to hold off the most powerful and desperate surprise attack of the Azorean elves.

Brandon doesn't know how long the right wing can hold out in such a fight, and he can count on them to hold out longer, longer... Another quarter of an hour, a minute, a second...... Slowing down this elven army destined to crush the right flank of the Empire would tip the scales of victory more in favor of the Empire.

And the tragic central battlefield is also in a state of scorching, and neither side can go further on the balance of victory.

The 8,000 Eagle King Royal Court Guards, including the 3,000 archers who supported them, only had 12,000 troops, while the Sakran Legion veterans alone had 15,000 on the opposite side, plus more than 2,000 archers.

Dressed in armor and wielding long-handed knives like iron men, the royal court guards charged like furious waves, but they seemed to crash into the strongest reef.

The perceptive Drexis immediately sensed the enemy's inferiority in strength, and he ordered the 15,000 legionary infantry to be divided into two parts, of which 5,000 formed the strongest "reserve phalanx" and entered the battlefield from both flanks, while the other 10,000 were scattered in various banner regiments to form a "hedgehog array" that covered the battlefield.

Already lacking in troops, the royal court guards sought a quick breakthrough to find that they were no longer facing twice, but triple, quadruple, or even tenfold enemies, and with each breakthrough, they had to face a flanking attack from four directions at the same time.

Karcolin's shooting corps turned over the hills, condescendingly shooting at the royal guards from the "gaps" of the "hedgehog array".

Whenever the thunder sounded, the white light flashed, and the elven warriors of the royal court guard army fell silently on the battlefield full of enemies as if they had gone through a sieve, and disappeared without a trace.

In order to hold back the enemy as much as possible, Drexis also took extremely high risks, and the Sakran legion that formed the "Hedgehog Array" was not enough to block all the royal court guards, but only delayed the time to be defeated;

With only a third of the legion routed, the Azorean elves could at any moment penetrate the line and turn the Imperial Commander into an Imperial Deadman.

But this is the best way to hold the enemy back... A struggling Drasis turned his gaze overhead, the three-headed dragon banner rattling in the hot air.

The best way to go... When Emperor Conod decided to stick to Broken Mountain, did he think the same way?

A good commander must not only be able to control the entire battle situation and treat the soldiers as victims to accomplish the goal, but also have the courage to treat himself as a victim at any time to make the most reasonable decisions.

His own emperor proved his words with his actions.

As his knight, the most loyal knight to him... There's no reason you can't!

"Rush, Byon!

The roaring Earl of Lake, Ramalos, stabbed the broken knife into the top of the elven warrior's skull, and the spear from his right hand spurted out with a gushing of flesh, and the enemy who was knocked away by the horse instantly turned into a headless corpse.

The family coat of arms and Byrne's golden lion banner were tied to his back with ropes, and the equally roaring Byrne knights scrambled to follow the banner into the battlefield covered in fire and smoke.

Eight hundred elite knights, heavily armed and armoured, burst through the flanks of the elven army like butter, and crushed the right flank of the Azorean elven army as if they were in a no-man's land.

Sensing the attack on their flanks, the elven warriors immediately turned to the defense, erecting their spears and small round shields on their arms, in an attempt to block the charge of the Byrne knights with a dense "spear formation".

"Bang!"

A terrifying bang exploded across the battlefield, the elven warriors in the front row were knocked over by their horses, trampled by iron hooves, flying flesh and blood splattered the armor of the Byrne knights, and the heavy cavalry rushing into the line cut through one gap after another as if they had not been counterattacked.

Under the huge impact, many knights with broken spears were also pierced by the elves' spears, and even the flesh and blood of the people with armor were torn apart, and the armored horses and the corpses of the knights smashed heavily into the elves, smashing the dense formation to pieces.

There is no line of defense that can stop Byrne's wall-mounted charge, and the Byrne, who has proved this myth with bloody battles again and again, continue to assault forward on the road paved with flesh and blood of the enemy and Robe.

As the line of defense was pierced, the elven warriors on both wings rushed towards them as if they were crazy, but the knights did not fight, and even left behind a few lonely besieged robes, and continued to charge from the flanks, charging the still gathering elven warrior line to pieces.

It is not their task to cut down the enemy army, it is their task to rescue the first array of Byrne, who is about to be killed, and to delay the speed and pace of the enemy's attack.

"You! yes, that's you!"

While tugging on the reins, Rammales threw the golden lion battle flag behind him to the Byrne knight who was stopped by him: "Are you the flag bearer?"

"No, I'm a knight of the flag, Earl!"

"Where's my flag bearer?"

"I was stabbed into meat sauce by the long-eared chop when I charged, Earl!" replied the flag-bearer, catching the battle flag.

"Well, from now on you will be my flag bearer. Ramalos slapped the saddle: "Take the knights and continue to charge, as far as you can, as long as you are not dead, you are not allowed to stop, well, you are not allowed to stop!"

"Yes!"

The newly appointed "flag bearer" nodded excitedly, and then suddenly remembered a question: "What about you, Earl?"

"I'm going to save an old bastard. ”

Ramalos grinned, mounted his spear and dozens of other knights, and galloped in the direction of the blazing fire.

"Boom !!!"

The moment the explosion sounded, the two-handed greatsword blocking the blade screamed, and the whole person of Count Angot, who raised his sword to parry, was knocked out and rolled several times on the hot scorched ground before he could barely support his body with the greatsword.

The cuirass was completely deformed, and Angot, who stood up tremblingly, kept spilling dark red blood from his mouth, staining his gray beard red.

Awesome, awesome... Even if he knew that he was not the opponent of that elven monster, he really met Angit and realized how much difference he had between himself and Duke Loren.

Loren Turin, Roland Turin...... These guys surnamed Turin are not human at all!

"Ahhh!!!hhh

The roaring Eugen exploded around the heat, raised the fiery long knife, and pounced in front of Angette without warning.

"Bell!"

The greatsword wailed under the flames, clenching the hot hilt of the sword, and Angett, whose face was distorted into shape, stared at the round eyes and kicked Eugen down.

The nimble Eugen easily dodged the attack, but instinctively took half a step back, and Anglet, who did not retreat but advanced, raised his big sword with both hands and slashed at Eugen head-on.

"Bell!"

Eugen, who staggered and half-crouched on the ground, raised his sword to hold the falling greatsword, and the raging fire seemed to be contagious, gradually turning the blade of the greatsword golden-red, and even a faint white smoke was emitting, trying to make Angette let go of the hilt.

But in the next second, the stubborn Earl of Mountain Rock Fort instead pressed his right hand on the already red sword.

"Ahhhh

His cheeks were contorted to the point of almost hideous, and Angot, who was sweating like rain, raised his sword and continued to exert force downward like a guillotine, even if his armor began to smoke.

Eugen, who was suppressed for a while, struggled desperately, but no matter what, he couldn't stop the golden-red blade that was pushed down little by little.

At this moment, a flame suddenly ignited on his trembling body.

"Boom !!!"

Golden-red fireworks bloomed on the battlefield like flowers, engulfing the two of them.

By the time the flames had cleared, the sword-wielding Earl of Rock Fort had almost completely turned black, his eyebrows were gone, all his exposed skin was severely burned, and even some of the flesh under his armor was completely glued to the hot armor.

"the long ears... You know how to be a scoundrel... Playing yin... cough cough cough cough ......"

Coughing violently, the Earl of Shanyan Castle, who stood up straight, raised his sword stiffly, opened his red eyes, and his vision had become a complete mess, as if all his faces were mixed together, and his voice was even more inaudible, and he could only vaguely know that there was a figure standing in front of him......

"Ahhh!!!hhh

Staring at Angett's figure, Eugen swooped in on him, and the stiff Earl of Mountain Rock Fort could only rely on instinct to aim his charred greatsword straight ahead.

"Poof!"

Pierced through the chest by a sharp blade... It's Eugen.

The spear that came from behind slammed the flying Eugen to the ground, nailing it directly to Angett's feet.

"What's going on, old bastard, I'm going to save you at the critical moment, right?!"

Angot, who raised his head tremblingly, looked at Ranmaros, who was running in front of him, desperately opened his mouth, and muttered a few times.

"Well, what did you say?"

The frowning Ranmaros looked inexplicable, looking at the Earl of Mountain Rock Castle who was living like a statue, his right hand was still pressed on the barrel of the gun, and Eugen who wanted to struggle to get up was pressed back again, and stepped on his head.

Angett, who couldn't twist his head, just desperately opened his mouth, closed his mouth, and kept repeating a word.

"Forget it, you better come back and tell me! you get on my horse and go back to the camp to rest, and then ...... when you are rested."

"Get out!"

Lanmalos, who didn't have time to dodge, let alone notice, was whipped away by Angett's sword, covering his mouth and rolling on the battlefield.

Before he could stand up and ask why the other party wanted to do this, Ranmaros, who had knocked out three of his teeth, was knocked to the ground with another loud bang.

"Boom !!!"

The loud sound of the explosion echoed for a long time, but the fire was extinguished in an instant.

The stunned Rammales raised his head, and it took a full minute for him to recover from the ringing in his ears and dim vision, and then he realized that he was still alive, alive and well, and even gasping for breath so heavily, and he could stumble and fall when he couldn't stand up, and felt pain.

And where the old bastard was standing just now, there was nothing left.

Not even a speck of ash was burned, and the remaining scum was gone.

The heat made him sweat like rain, but Lanmalos just stood there in a daze, staring at Eugen who was screaming in the sky.

"Bang!"

Two shockwaves of air struck from the left and right of Lanmaros, knocking the fluttering Eugen into the air.

High-level spells, Force Impact.

And that's not all... Almost at the same time as Eugen rose into the air, several "thin white lines" that were difficult to distinguish with the naked eye pierced into the air, penetrating through Eugen's torso, and fired three volleys of crossbow arrows with a whole row, shooting Eugen alive into a sieve.

The beastly Eugen fell to the ground hard, but the next second he quickly got up and looked viciously at the figure that suddenly attacked him.

The Firmament Wings Legion, two hundred witchers, arrives on the battlefield!

Further back on the battle line, the Hornfort Floating City has entered a state of standby, slowly moving towards the left flank of the battlefield, and the little wizards who have entered the Floating City, Peter Fasha, and others have also begun to work on the operation of the lightsaber under the command of Isaac.

One by one, the witchers, wielding silver-plated swords and gray-blue swords, rushed past Lanmaros's side and pounced on Eugen who was roaring in the sky.

The Earl of the Castle in the Lake, whose face was expressionless, seemed to be frightened, and he stood up in a daze, staggering to the ground by a raised hilt and stumbling indifferently;

He just clutched the hilt of the sword that had tripped over him, pulled out the charred broken sword from the dirt, and looked at the fiery figure with a trance-like gaze:

"Ahh!!!h