Early in the morning, the tidal flat battlefield.

After nearly an hour of fierce fighting, the fog-shrouded battlefield gradually became clear—thousands of elven warriors armed with bows and spears were strangled with Elems' two-handed swordsmen and hunters, and the remains of an Elem knight were often found on the corpse of an Elem knight in the center of the line.

On the flanks of the battle field, the Elemon light infantry, who had already finished throwing their javelins, tried again and again to break through to rescue the encircled vanguards, and then ran head-on into the elven warriors who rushed down the high ground.

One side is desperate to rush out, and the other side is desperate to rush in.

A rain of arrows like locusts whistling through the mist, the black shadows of death devoured the lives of every warrior desperately trying to kill the other, and the quagmire was filled with corpses, and the gushing blood poured into the icy stream, and the white mist seemed to be dyed red by the vortex of death.

Finally, the encircled Elemish legion could not bear such casualties at all, and the battle flags of the red, white and black crosses kept moving backwards as the Azorean elven army approached again and again, leaving behind a whole line of corpses with each retreat.

On the other hand, there were cheers in the elven camp again and again!

In the approach again and again, the line of the Elemon army has basically withdrawn from the beach battlefield, relying on the strength of the rear line to maintain the whole line from collapsing, and the Azorean elven army that has captured the position has regrouped within the range of bows and arrows, preparing to launch another round of charge, completely annihilating the enemy in front of them.

Walking through the stream soaked in corpses, the smug warrior Dane of the Guardian smirked as he stared at the red, white, and black cross banner that was gradually retreating, and he couldn't have been more familiar with it.

In the first siege of Golovin, it was these imperial dwarfs who attacked the Azorean elven army from behind, burned all the ships transporting supplies, and severely damaged the army of His Highness Rodria Azores!

What an honor it would be if he could defeat this army that had defeated His Highness Rodria here and take away their battle flag?!

This illusion of good fortune even made Dann feel a little unreal - as the "unfavored" warrior of the court by the side of His Royal Highness the Little Prince, such glory was most of the time unrelated to him, otherwise he would not have been sent to take charge of the most ircritical tidal flat position.

I didn't expect it to be like this, and I even hit the jackpot!

Of course, it would be a higher level of glory to defeat the royal family of the Empire, or the Duke of Byrne, who had fought against His Highness at Ebolden, but it is not difficult to understand how much it costs to defeat those enemies.

What's more, if the greatest glory of this battle is taken away by himself, where will His Highness's face be put - isn't it uncomfortable to do this kind of thing as a vassal?

He even felt a trace of regret now, regretting that he had been too cautious before, and had to wait for the enemy to reorganize before giving the order to attack—the enemy in front of him was so vulnerable, if he could attack while they were in disarray, I was afraid that the battle flag was already in his hands!

The horn sounded like an eagle's whistle again, and the long knife slashed forward.

"The goal is directly ahead, the whole army will attack, and the generals will capture the flag, for the sake of the Eagle King, for the sake of His Royal Highness Rodria ——!"

"For the ————!!!! of His Highness Rodria"

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"Who gave him this order?!"

Grabbing the herald by the collar, the enraged Anson Zade shouted, "Say, what the hell is going on, why would the army on the mudflats attack without permission?!"

"His Royal Highness has obviously ordered that the first line of the tidal flats must be defended, why does that miscellaneous piece of the guard still dare to do this, is he going to disobey the order?!"

"Don't dare!"

The herald gritted his teeth, and snorted coldly in fear and reluctance: "Of course, we don't dare to disobey His Highness's orders, but His Highness Rodria has also said that Lord Dane is allowed to have the power to dictate on the battlefield if necessary. ”

"Is now the time necessary?!"

"Now is the time when it is necessary!" The herald retorted, carrying a dozen long knives pointed at him, "The Imperial legions in the direction of the tidal flats have been defeated, and now as long as they are pursued by victory, they can be annihilated!"

"If you don't seize such a good opportunity, do you want to let them leave and flee to the imperial capital, and then continue to be enemies of Your Highness?!"

"But you're also out of the tidal flats!" Anson Zadeh didn't even want to go on with this stupid question: "Once the enemy detects and sends a small elite force to infiltrate, you can attack the high ground from the flank, do you understand the meaning of the loss of the high ground?!"

Looking at Anson Zade, who was getting agitated, the herald just sneered.

"That's... It's not a question of Lord Dane and the Guardian Samurai. The herald's expression was a little more sarcastic: "Aren't you the honorable court warriors who gamble on glory and are ordered to hold the high ground?"

"Even if the high ground is lost, how can we blame the shame of being so humiliated... Do you say yes, Chief Wizard of the Imperial Court, Lord Anson Zade?"

The moment the words fell, the enraged elven warriors had already raised their swords... But Anson Zadeh stopped him anyway.

"Lord Zade?!"

"Let him go. ”

The elven boy, who barely knew what it took to hold back his anger, impatiently pushed the herald to the ground. A "light sword" grazed his cheek, blasting a small puddle of dirt in the grass next to him.

"Tell Dane that scum that he can do whatever he wants, I won't ask any more but......" Looking at the herald who fell to the ground and glared at him, the elven boy said coldly:

"When he falls into Loren Turin's trap, don't expect me to pull him back!"

“...... Clear, understood!"

A chill seeped into his back, and the herald, who didn't even dare to wipe the blood on his cheeks, got up in embarrassment.

With a slight bow, Anson Zade waved the elven warriors out of the way, letting the herald leave.

"Lord Zade, will it be ...... just let him go?"

"It's useless. The elf boy shook his head, and his expression became very calm: "At this time, no matter how much we persuade us, it is useless; ”

"If it's just a false alarm, then let them do it, and if it's Loren Turin's trick, even if we want to, I'm afraid it will be the same in the end. ”

"The end of the Guardian's ... Nothing will change. ”

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“...... Got it, go down. ”

Seeing the anxious-looking witcher herald hurried back to the battlefield, the black-haired wizard with a blank face couldn't help but clench his hands.

As expected, the little elven prince was guarding the Imperial Avenue, and he specially prepared a "big gift" for himself.

The rudimentary earthen walls and wooden fences were not used to defend against the infantry, but were prepared to restrain the cavalry, and the Byrne legion was divided into two, and the superior forces were concentrated to surround and annihilate them in one go... If it weren't for Rigrel's quick response, I'm afraid that 20,000 legions would have fallen in!

Even so, the Azorean elves have managed to surround 10,000 vanguards - including the witchers of the Wings of the Firmament, nearly a thousand Byrne knights, and elite hoplite squires... All of them are the elite of the Byrne Legion.

Especially three hundred witchers... It took three years and countless human resources to barely build such a large-scale team that could barely fight elite elven warriors and monsters, and it really couldn't afford such a devastating blow.

Even with Byrne's "deep pockets", once these 10,000 troops are wiped out, it will be an absolutely irreparable heavy loss!

Moreover, there are two Earls of Byrne, the only remaining cavalry commanders of Byrne, and... Lucen ......

"So... What are we going to do?"

The blonde boy with his head tilted and his small hands behind his back stood behind the black-haired wizard, his innocent and bright smile becoming more and more playful.

"If it was Loren in the past, he couldn't wait to rush up at this time, right? But now dear Loren must calm down and judge the problem more rationally. ”

"You want me to watch them get killed by that little elf prince, do you?"

"Sometimes, we have to make this cold-looking choice. Asriel smiled calmly and bowed slightly: "We are not omniscient and omnipotent, all-controlling beings... That kind of existence is exactly what we want to fight and prevent. ”

"If that doesn't stop dear Loren, then Asriel can guarantee that Lusen will never die - of course, he's also a friend of Asrael, so how could poor Asriel watch his friend go?"

"And then... He's completely become your apostle, he can't die but he doesn't live, to a certain extent, he's your puppet, like... The true apostle of the evil god is like that. ”

"It's his own choice, and from the day I gave him the Mark of the Evil God, he knew exactly what would happen to him... Everyone has the right to choose, right?"

"That's right, everyone has the right to choose... Everyone. ”

With that, the black-haired wizard turned and walked towards the "Dawn" greatsword placed in the corner of the tent, leaving the blonde boy in place.

"Wait, wait, dear Loren, what are you going to do?! Family... Asriel definitely didn't mean to irritate you, I mean that your current Void power has not completely stabilized, and even the slightest fluctuation at this time may ......"

"Then don't use it!"

Holding the "Dawn" sword in his hand, the corners of the black-haired wizard's mouth turned up slightly, and his gaze was as firm as ever:

"You know... I am a wizard, and whether a person is a wizard is measured not by whether he has the power of the void, but by the way and means by which he does things. ”

"Since His Royal Highness the little prince has given me such a big surprise, of course I have to give him a return gift!"

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Dark red blood soaked the sea of fog that shrouded the tidal flat battlefield.

After the last defeat of the "counterattack" of the Elemon legion, the Azorean elves did not encounter any large-scale resistance, and the red, white and black cross battle flags quickly retreated to the rear of the battlefield almost in a panic, and even left behind many wounded soldiers who fell on the battlefield in order to speed up the retreat.

In the face of the enemy who has been "crushed", the Azorean elven warriors who are pressing step by step, and even the warriors who have left the finishing touch, sweep the battlefield in the rear, mend the wounded soldiers, and execute the prisoners;

And the core main force, the army of nearly 20,000 Azorean elves, under the leadership of the Guardian warrior Dane, advanced all the way forward, approaching the Elemish legion, which was already on the verge of collapse.

That's right, they don't even need to make much effort now, they just need to push all the way forward - can such a group of exhausted and embarrassed Imperials still have the strength to resist?

Impossible!

Excited, Dane raised his saber and cut graceful arcs through the air - it was truly the pinnacle and glory of his life, and he was now thinking about how to make the Imperial, who had disgraced His Highness Rodria, pay the price.

Is it a decapitation, or a decapitation, or a decapitation?!

Burning the body to ashes and burning incense on the severed head is a good choice for His Royal Highness Rodria or to keep as a souvenir.

"Whole Army, Assemble ——!"

Raising the battle flag, 20,000 Azorean elven warriors quickly assembled on the flat ground - out of the battlefield full of mud and streams, the elven warriors also showed relieved expressions on their faces.

After all, being able to keep your feet on the ground, instead of fighting the enemy in the mud, is always a pleasant thing to be physically and mentally.

This good mood even affected the weather, and the dazzling sunlight made the Guardian warrior Dane can't help but squint, and as his eyes gradually adjusted to the sunlight, he found that the dense fog around him had begun to gradually dissipate.

With a pleasant smile, he set his gaze straight ahead - the enemy under the red-white-black cross finally stopped retreating, and also assembled on the flat ground, looking at him from a distance.

And on either side of that banner, more flags appeared—a gold lion on a black background, which he recognized, the battle flag of Duke Byrne.

Slightly stunned, Dane's face showed a self-deprecating chuckle.

It's... Because the enemy is so weak that he hallucinates?

"Boom————————!boom————————!boom————————!"

With the roar of neat steps, the 30,000 legions began to move forward, completing the final encirclement of the Azorean elves.

Dane's smile froze on his face, and there was a hint of panic in his excited pupils.

No, it's impossible, it's impossible, it's an illusion, it's because I'm too excited......

"Imperial—"

The Grand Duke of Elleman, who held the battle flag high, pointed the tip of the flag gun straight ahead: "Forward ——!"

"For the glory of the Empire————————!!!!"

The moment the continuous shouts rang out, the Guardian warrior Dann was finally no longer confused.

That's right... It's not an illusion.

It's true.

It's all true.

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