"What do you say, don't agree?!"

On the battlefield of the Imperial Avenue, the shocked Rigrel stared at the herald in front of him, his face full of disbelief: "How is this possible, have you accurately conveyed the news to the duke?!"

"This is the Duke's own order to me!" the witcher in charge of the order had a slightly unkind face—as the Wings of the Sky and the direct personal soldier of the Duke of Byrne, he didn't have much respect for these counts:

"The Byrne Legion on the front line of the Imperial Avenue is not allowed to advance without permission, try to hold off the enemy after breaking through the outer defensive line, and at the same time beware of counterattacks - this is all said to me by the Duke himself, not a word has been changed!"

"But, but ......"

The Earl of White Horse Peak, who was out of breath, wanted to speak and stopped, looking at the battlefield that was still in a melee not far away, the corners of his mouth twitched wildly, and he desperately resisted the urge to say some words "sweeter than honey".

Of course, he could understand why Loren Turin did this, and in fact, it was very clear in the deployment before the start of the war - the Imperial Avenue was the key to the whole battle, and the enemy would definitely defend this place desperately, and it would never be easy to take it.

But Rigrel just couldn't help it—when the enemy's defenses began to crumble, he couldn't resist the urge to rush forward and take it down in one fell swoop.

Even if the enemy did not collapse on all fronts, but the outer earthen walls and wooden fences were captured, which slightly allowed the Byrne army to grasp some offensive advantages and initiatives.

But that's enough!

Just give yourself another 10,000... No, with a phalanx of five thousand legions, Rigrell is confident that he will turn this advantage into an irreversible situation, capture the Imperial Avenue in one fell swoop, and completely strangle the retreat of the Azorean elves.

At that time, these long-eared rabbits are beasts in a cage, and they can kill them as much as they want!

But now... Looking at the battlefield still in the distance and the herald beside him, Rigrel could only grit his teeth.

"I see. With a sigh, a somewhat lost Rigrel raised his gaze:

"Tell the Duke that the Knight of Byrne will faithfully carry out his orders at all times—since this is the Duke's judgment, then we will persevere to the end and never fail to disappoint. ”

"But please also ask the Duke to understand that the warplane is fleeting, and the Byrne Knight is not only fighting to defend the Empire, but also to fight for Byrne, for the honor of the Duke!"

The demon hunter heard the unwillingness in the words of the Earl of White Horse Peak, but he didn't say anything, just nodded: "I will convey your words to the duke in their original form." ”

"Thank you very much. ”

The moment the horn sounded, the stunned Lusen was even stunned for a moment, and even the hilt of the sword in his hand was almost unstable.

Impossible, why retreat, it's obviously not already ......

"Bell ——!"

The striking blade stabbed into the hilt gauntlet, and the gray-eyed boy with a shock to his arm woke up in a trance, and the short sword in his right hand had already flown out of his hand.

In the hazy vision, the blindfolded elf girl wielding a long knife has attacked again.

"Bell ——!"

The moment the flames burst out, the snorting Lusen took a few steps back, barely parrying the stab to the heart.

"Your Excellency... Are you still distracted?"

Lori Zade, who was expressionless, said coldly, and the long knife in her hand showed no sign of letting go: "Is it looking down on you, or... The sound of the horn just now has another hidden meaning. ”

"Less nonsense, none of your business!"

"It's rude... A dignified imperial warrior is so rude to a weak woman. ”

"You're a weak woman, too!"

"By the standards of the Imperial, they are not yet adults this year. ”

"What does it have to do with age?!"

Before the words fell, the blade that turned into a traced light had already fallen head-on!

It was Lusen, who relied on muscle memory to parry, to elbow the situation, and completed the tactical roll at the moment when the elf girl dodged, picking up the short sword that slipped and fell.

Almost as soon as he picked up the blade, a cold touch hit him like a tide.

"Within three feet, everything is cut off. ”

I don't know when the elf girl put the knife into the sheath slowly raised her head, obviously wearing an eye patch, but it made people have a kind of creepy tactile feeling of being stared at.

The delicate little hand gently grasped the handle of the knife, and with a sound of "bell!", a trace of cold light bloomed between the scabbard and the blade.

"This is called ......"

Trembling, Lusen's pupils shrank suddenly, and he stood motionless.

At that moment, countless ways to dodge flashed through his mind, but it seemed that the last scene of each was that he was slashed by the elf girl opposite.

What is this—What is this......

"Heart-——! Slash"

The elven girl who shouted angrily disappeared from Lusen's vision.

"Boom ————————!!!!"

In the sudden explosion, the gray-eyed boy who didn't even have time to react was directly swept out by the heat wave, and Lori Zade, who drew her knife and was heading towards her, also disappeared without a trace in the golden-red firelight.

Before he could figure out what was happening, a hand was already on his shoulder.

"So... The next time you encounter such a strong and unreasonable enemy, don't reason with her. A brisk and somewhat tired voice sounded from behind.

A stunned Lusen turned his head and looked at Ranmaros, the Earl of Lakeheart, who appeared behind him, and several witchers who were guarding on the side, holding a dozen alchemy bombs tied together.

"To be despicable is to be despicable, to win shamelessly is to win shamelessly, to run away is shameful but sometimes useful, in short, to live is the first thing. The warm-hearted Lan Mallos patted Lusen on the shoulder and said in a tone of a passer-by:

"Remember, the knights of Byrne are not afraid of death, but we want a vigorous, earth-shattering death - if not, then live first. ”

"Count Ramalos, the trumpet just sounded ......"

"Ah, it's an order to retreat. The tired Lanmalos shrugged his shoulders and smiled very cheerfully: "Although I don't know what happened, since it is an order, it must be carried out, first think about how to stand firm, and then gradually retreat." ”

There was no hesitation at all, which made Lusen very suspicious that the Earl in front of him was the Ranmaros who took it upon himself to forcibly break through the outer positions of the Azorean elves.

But now that the other party has made up his mind, Lu Sien has no reason to stop him: "Then please lead the Byrne knights to retreat first, and let me and the witchers of the Firmament Wings cover you, and wait until the enemy begins to counterattack before ......."

At this moment, another mournful trumpet sounded.

Lusen and Ranmaros, who were all stunned, looked shocked almost at the same time.

The horn of an eagle roars, it is the march of the Azorean elves!

..................

"What the hell is going on, why is this happening?"

Listening to the sound of the horn of the retreating Byrne Legion ringing in his ears, the expression of the elven prince was extremely sad.

That pain... It's like making an appointment with a friend for a life-and-death duel at three o'clock in the afternoon, but in the end the other party actually didn't come.

Unacceptable, totally unacceptable!

But... It is not surprising, after all, the commander on the opposite side is Loren Turin, who has made himself sad for a month under the city of Ebolden, so it is not surprising that such a calm and skillful tactical deployment is really expected.

Hoping that he can make him suffer heavy casualties with a small trick is the one who is really delusional.

A self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of the elven prince's mouth.

"It seems that this game is far from over. Rodria Azor muttered to himself, raising his hand and gently licking the wound on his palm cut by glass:

"Loren Turin, can you surprise me more?"

"Your Highness, since the enemy has sensed our intentions and is preparing to retreat, is the original plan ......?"

"Execute as planned!" The elven prince interrupted the elven warrior beside him, "The enemy's vanguard has broken through our front line, and now is the time to counterattack and crush the enemy!"

"Even retreat will take time, we need to get the plan done before the enemy can complete the retreat - the army that breaks through the line is the enemy's most elite Byrne knights and hoplites, annihilate them, and the enemy will not be able to break through our defense!"

"Yes!"

The moment the eagle's horn sounded, two lines of Azorean elven warriors suddenly rushed out of the forest behind the wooden fence and the earthen wall, and rushed from the wings to the vanguard of the Byrne Legion who was still preparing to retreat with their long knives.

This is one of the "surprises" that the elven prince has prepared for Loren Turin.

After the Battle of Ebolden, Rodria Azores saw the gap between the Azorean elves and the Empire in terms of civil fortifications and defense methods from the tricks of the black-haired wizards.

But sometimes this disparity, when used properly, can also turn into a sense of advantage.

The rudimentary defenses left the enemy unprepared until they broke through the line, and the elven prince took advantage of the Byrne's "blind spot" on this point and placed two ambushes on the rear line.

Then, using the tacit cooperation of the elven warriors and the tactics of rapid assault, he quickly completed the encirclement from both flanks and completely annihilated the Byrne legion that broke through the line.

The wooden fence that they easily broke through would become an impassable moat, and the besieged Byrne's legions, whose morale had collapsed, would be desperate to escape through the breach, just as they had rushed in before, but what awaited them would be the arrows and spears of the elven warriors inside and outside the wooden fence.

If the Byrne Legion on the outside tries to come to the rescue, not to mention whether they can rush in before the robes are wiped out, the Azorean elven army on the high ground will also pose enough threat from the flanks.

Thousands of elven warriors rushed out of the forest and into battle with their swords at the sound of eagle horns, the fierce attack immediately disrupted the retreating Byrne legions, and with the whistling arrows, the hoplites on both wings suffered heavy casualties in an instant, hastily forming a shield wall on the bones of the robes.

As soon as he barely stabilized his position, the cavalry commander Lanmaros immediately led the Byrne knights to try to break through, although it somewhat restrained the speed of the attack of the raiding elven warriors, but in the face of the spears and locust-like arrows that blocked the gap, the Byrne knights, who had lost their mounts in front of the wooden fence, could not play a greater role than an elite infantry.

This is also one of the purposes of the elven prince, the rudimentary earthen walls and wooden fences may not be enough to hold back the advance of the Byrne army, but their horses will never rush in.

Losing a war horse is equivalent to breaking Byrne's most powerful weapon!

As the elven warriors who rushed out of the forest gradually entered the battlefield, the collapse trend of the Byrne legion's forward became more and more obvious; in a chaotic battlefield, the elven warriors wielding long knives continued to break through, divide, and surround the already divided Byrne legion, interspersed continuously, trying to defeat the elite of the Byrne legion in one fell swoop.

Although Rammales' constant shrinking of forces, and even organizing forces to try to break through, ensured that the Legion's structure would not collapse, it was only a matter of time before it was routed or annihilated.

At the same time, the phalanx legions that were fighting with the elves outside the wooden fence were also constantly trying to break through the enemy's blockade and support the vanguard inside, but the phalanx legions that had just received the order to retreat and were ordered to attack were also "chaotic" for a while, and at the same time the commanders who had received two contradictory orders did not know what to do, let alone the soldiers.

"Ask for help, Lord Regrell, and ask the Duke for help!"

Staring at the battlefield in the distance, the stunned flag officer couldn't help but shout eagerly: "If we continue to fight like this, Lord Lanmalos and 10,000 forward troops will be wiped out!"

"Impossible. ”

The Earl of White Horse Peak shook his head, his expression also mixed with a hint of bitterness: "Since the Duke has rejected my request for reinforcements, it means that he has also predicted such an outcome, and we are afraid that it will be useless to ask for assistance at this time." ”

On top of that, he may also be out of troops to send.

Since they had gained an advantage on the Imperial Avenue and the enemy's elite main force was concentrated here, the last reinforcements according to the original plan should have been sent to support the middle line army with heavy casualties - after all, they had to withstand all the projection power of the Azorean elves, and the condescending enemy besieged a fortress that was almost impossible to breach, leaving the reserve army as a matter of course.

As for the capture of the Imperial Boulevard... In fact, in Loren Turin's original plan, he didn't expect to really capture this place, after all, it was the enemy's vital point, and it was extremely difficult to capture, as long as it could pose a threat to them and force the enemy to be unable to distract himself from attacking the imperial capital, even if the combat mission was initially completed, it would be extravagant hopes.

And now I am suffering the consequences of this extravagant hope.

"Then what should we do, we can't watch them all killed by the enemy!"

"Of course, we can't afford to watch our comrades die together. Rigrel nodded, picked up his swallowtail spear from the side of his saddle, and swung it forward at the knights of the Guards behind him:

"Byrne, charge with me——!"