As the news of "the emperor is here" spread throughout the battlefield, the elves and the defenders of Broken Mountain who had fallen into chaos had already killed each other, rushing forward desperately, desperately pushing back, desperately killing each other.

When a weapon is broken, it is smashed with a handle, when it is pulled out of its helmet and used as a short sword, when it is used with a fist, when it is with its teeth, with armor, with its fingernails, with the bones that are exposed in its severed right hand... Use everything at their disposal to fight the guy on the other side who doesn't have the same ears as themselves.

The advantage of this sudden "flag" is that it boosts the morale of everyone on both sides of the battlefield, and the disadvantage is that it also makes these inspired warriors completely lose control, and become beasts who only know how to fight and kill, and frantically pounce on each other in their own slogans.

Elves, humans, samurai, knights, long ears, short ears...... In the chaotic battlefield, it is no longer possible to separate each other, not even the flags and orders of the two sides can separate them again, and the battlefield has completely turned into a flesh mill for each other.

Rushing through the first line of defense on the bones of their compatriots, the elven warriors were soon stopped by locust-like arrows and a strong shield wall in front of the second line.

They soon discovered that the defenders of Broken Boundary Mountain, who were trampling on the remains of their robes, were still well-disciplined despite their fanaticism, and were able to maintain a minimum formation even in battle at the cost of their lives, blocking their path with shields and gun arrays.

Not why, because they are Sakrins.

There were no knights, only infantry, and the Sakrans, who fought with shield walls, did not know the second way of fighting at all, except for this tactic of turning dozens or hundreds of people into one.

Miscalculated.

Looking at the chaotic battlefield, the elven warrior under the banner frowned, and instinctively clenched the long knife at his waist.

Originally, he planned to use the bait of the "Emperor of the Empire" to boost morale and try to see if he could break through the front line of the Imperial people as soon as possible, but the result was counterproductive: the elven warriors, who were too eager for honor and "glorious death", completely lost order and began to fight frantically on their own, which turned into the result of a melee.

In this way, the tide of battle is stalemate.

Of course, he had no regrets about the situation, because if he didn't, the morale-boosting Empire would gradually drive the tired and hungry elven warriors out of the inner fort.

So he had to do it, he had to make every elven warrior realize the importance of this battle, and if he lost this opportunity, it was hard to say if he could still kill an imperial emperor on the battlefield!

The elven warrior who clutched the hilt of his sword no longer had the excitement he had just now, and there was only coldness in his eyes.

Because he suddenly thought of something that was very likely to happen - if the emperor did not choose to defend the fortress because he actively sought death, then what would it be?

Because he knew that he had reinforcements and would be able to arrive soon, he had to hold the fortress as much as he could before the reinforcements arrived, even if it put himself in danger.

Whoever is able to grasp the best time for himself will win, either the elves will be able to get ahead of the reinforcements or the reinforcements will arrive in time to annihilate the exhausted elves.

Time will decide the fate of both sides!

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

Time... The corners of Conod's mouth showed a hint of self-deprecation, and the sneer's expression became solemn again.

I didn't expect that after so long, I would once again entrust my life to time, and let this cold and ruthless "Grim Reaper" decide whether he is qualified to continue to live, or whether it is more valuable to the world to die here.

All his life, he longed to hold his fate tightly in his hands, but in the end he had to let another higher level being judge his fate... I have to say that the irony is really strong.

"Sakrans, battle to the death——!"

A roar full of "regional characteristics" rang out from the line, and as the flag-bearer suddenly raised his battle flag and rushed forward desperately, the surrounding legionnaires also propped up their shields at the sound of the command, and rows of halberds were raised horizontally, pointing the tips of the cold, shining swords forward.

Sakrands... It's not just the people of a land, it's their unique way of fighting – the heavy infantry tactics that set them apart from the rest of the world long before the dragons descended on earth.

They had no strong horses, no well-made war bows, no scimitars and spears, and the only thing they could rely on was the shields in their hands and the shields behind them when they stepped on the muddy and dark earth, and the Sakrans who had gathered from village to village at the call of the lords.

Infantry spears were replaced with halberds, chain mail was replaced with stronger plate-chain composite armor, only the shield never changed, only the shield ... Always a shield.

They did not understand the proud one-on-one duels of the knights, nor did they understand the cleverness of the Elemons and the cunning of the Lothairians, nor did they have the excellent and superb combat skills of the Arles and Boi.

This group of "earthy" heavy infantry will only use this simple and earthy way of fighting - holding on to the death with shields until they exhaust the enemy's strength, and then defeat them with the advancing shield wall.

"Poof!"

Fanatical elven warriors wielded their long knives and slammed them down on the "black walls" like the spray of a rushing current, except that instead of the clear water, they splashed viscous blood.

The "black wall" under the torrent was constantly shaking, and in the face of the enemies who were much more agile than themselves, they could not dodge the attacks like snakes at the angle, so they simply did not dodge, and held the shield with their shoulders and arms, and stabbed the halberd out, and then stabbed out......

In the battle of forgetting life and death, the red-eyed elven warriors barely realized that their enemies were using this stupid, "dirt scum" method to stabilize the line, and even continuously gather the soldiers in the front row into the melee.

And the elven warriors who were scattered and fought separately were gradually "squeezed out" by this black city wall, no matter how many slashes they could throw, even killing the legionnaires one by one, they would never be able to integrate into this "city wall".

So the wall grew thicker and stronger—no matter how agitated the front line was, and how many legionnaires fell silently, there were plenty of men in the back to take his place.

Always fight as a team and exert the power of the collective... From ancient times to the present, it has always been an important means to make these "slag of the soil" Saklans win.

"Bell ——!"

The halberd stabbed from the front was heavily pointed in the center of the blade, the long-broken Azorean long knife cracked with a wail, and even the figure of the elven warrior charging with it trembled.

But just as the legionnaires excitedly poked out the halberd again, Alexandra's left hand, which had suddenly stood firm, suddenly pulled out from behind her back and another long knife, the broken blade was like a swift poisonous snake, stabbing along the trajectory of the halberd.

"Poof!"

The heavily armored legionnaire shuddered as if his soul had been robbed of him, and he collapsed to the ground weakly.

"Whew... Call...... Whew......"

Gasping heavily, Alexandra's hot throat resonated with inexplicable chest resonance, and the bones and muscles on the verge of the limit seemed to shatter in the next second, and the plasma soaked in her body made it impossible to tell how many wounds there were.

Throwing away the broken long knife, the elven warrior silently pulled out another sharp blade from behind her - behind her back and at her waist, there were five or six Azorean long knives for spare, all of which were relics that she had picked up from the corpse of the robe after storming the fortress.

Even for the sake of these dead comrades-in-arms, the sacrifices made for them to stand on this ground, I have to continue to fight.

until death.

"——! Shark"

The elven warrior, who had been motionless a moment before, suddenly turned around, and the long knife that had been raised slashed a string of sparks from the tip of the stabbing halberd, and before the other side could stab her a second time, she had already disappeared from the other side's sight.

And then... Instantly flashed above each other's heads.

Knock the legionnaire's shield with one sword, hold the knife in the other backhand, wipe the soldier's neck with his back against the shield, and then hit the opponent's corpse into the heavy sword halberd that stabs straight from the left and right.

Coherent.

"Poof!"

Leaving behind the corpses of the soldiers who had been "torn apart", Alexandra stood in the middle of being surrounded by the defenders of Broken Mountain—behind her comrades in Paozawa, who had been left far behind by her for their own charges.

Rush over... I have to... Rush over......

In order to... Yi... Disgrace... Glory......

Her gaze burned hot, and she could only faintly see the figures of the legionnaires besieging her from all directions.

"Stabilization Front! Stabilization Front——!"

"Kill her, push her out——!"

"Stop her, don't let her rush over, it's a battle of honor for the Sakrins——!"

There was a loud noise in her ears, and Alexandra's figure at wielding her twin knives moved.

The slashing halberd slammed down, and the overwhelmed blade snapped in response, and she threw the broken knife without hesitation, right in the middle of the door;

The slashing heavy sword left a string of sparks on her right armguard, and by the inertia of the enemy's weapon falling, the long knife in her right hand pierced the soldier's chest from the bottom up;

The shield slammed into the elven warrior's back, and the slender figure was directly knocked into the air, but she avoided the falling halberd;

The spear took the opportunity to stab her back from the bottom up, but the elven warrior who had already drawn her long knife turned around, cut off the spear head, and threw it back with her backhand;

The six halberds were raised at the same time, aiming at the place where she landed, and the light Alexandra landed firmly in the center of the six legionnaires on tiptoe, and the long knives in both hands flipped over.

"Poof——!

Wailing erupted, and at the moment of blood and flesh splashing, countless legionnaires in the back row were already within ten steps of her.

Looking around, the elven female warrior held the hilt of the sword with both hands, crossed and spread to the sides, like a war bow with two sides open, and like a falcon with wings ready to fly.

Take the knife as the bow and the body as the string.

The way of the samurai, guerrilla arrows!

"Bang ——!"

The figures of more than a dozen people suddenly stopped, as if they had hit an invisible wall, the shields in their hands shattered, the long handle of the war halberd shattered, and the armor in the heart of the chest bloomed with dazzling blood.

Wielding two broken knives, the elven warrior finally fought her way out of the encirclement, with a chaotic battlefield behind her, and the soldiers of the Broken Boundary Mountain who were shouting after her.

Dragging her staggering steps, Alexandra, whose vision was blurred, kept moving forward, desperately opening her eyes to see more clearly.

Behind her, the Azorean elves kept catching up with her, and then she was stopped by the surrounding legionnaires, and between the halberd piercing and the shield collision, she turned into a blood-spurting minced flesh.

Can't stop... Can't stop yet......

It must be with the blood of the Emperor ... Come wash away my shame......

"Bell ——!"

The erected twin swords were able to stop the two-handed swords that fell head-on, and the figure of the elf female warrior in front of her trembled slightly, and she almost fell to the ground.

"In the name of the Holy Cross, the Azorean elves... Don't think about it!" The Knight-of-Oath roared, "Holy Cross, please give me wrath and let me punish the wicked......"

"Poof!"

Silently, the sound of an arrow piercing through the chamber interrupted the Knights of Oath.

"Puff! puff......"

Hundreds, invisible arrows pierced the Knight's torso and chest, and in an instant, the bloodied Knight's body loosened and fell to his knees in front of Alexandra.

"No, yes, again, come, stop me!"

The two swords are staggered, and the head of the Knight of Oath falls to the ground.

The elven female warrior whose cheeks were soaked in blood and tears had her expression distorted to the point of hideousness.

The defenders of Broken Boundary Mountain behind them are still desperately chasing, but it's too late... The Azorean elves, who noticed the abnormality of the enemy line, launched an attack even more desperately, risking their lives to attack the increasingly thin line from all directions.

The disadvantage of the force became very obvious at this moment because of the chaos - compared to the defenders of the Broken Mountain, who had to desperately maintain the formation, the Azorean elves, who were constantly pouring in tens of thousands of troops, had almost an infinite number of troops to be thrown into this small battlefield, and they were forced to pave a way with corpses.

Under such a repeated onslaught, regardless of casualties, the sturdy front was gradually reduced to thinner and narrower, until in the end it was impossible to take into account the two wings, and the shield wall was constantly broken by the enemy, and finally it was torn apart and fell into a melee.

And Alexandra, who broke through the formation alone, finally climbed the city wall and stood in front of the stairs of the tower.

"Bang ——!"

Kicking open the locked wooden door, the stumbling elven warrior almost fell to the top of the tower, and the howling cold wind made her body curl up and tremble slightly.

It's here, it's finally here......

Alisandra struggled with a snickering of joy in her heart, raising her head little by little, and looking up at the battlements at the edge of the tower.

There, a tall figure stood motionless with the banner of the three-headed dragon holding the Iron Crown, like a banner, like a tower.

Is that... The thirteenth emperor of the empire.

Conod I.