"Retreat!"

Almost at the same time that Loren decided to retreat, the elven prince on the opposite side did not hesitate to give the same order.

Thinking with his feet, the elven prince can also guess - since Loren Turin has appeared, and his father has probably been defeated in the fortress of Broken Mountain, it is only a matter of time before the main force of the empire appears, and the only end if it drags on is to be surrounded and strangled by the army of the empire on all sides.

If you don't retreat as soon as possible while you still have the remaining strength, wait until the main force of the enemy's army comes up... Rodria Azore thinks that Loren Turin, who is opposite, should not be so kind as to leave himself room to escape.

Whenever you have the opportunity, you have to kill the other party at any cost - this should be the same for both sides.

"Don't want anything, don't want anything, leave it all to that cheating bastard! Retreat, retreat in the direction of Ebolden in the shortest possible time, run as fast as you can, and if you don't leave, it's too late!"

Although it was an indifferent tone, the little elven prince's eyes were still staring at the direction of the imperial capital Golovin, and his expression was mixed with a thick unwillingness.

It's just a little bit, it's really a little bit more... You can turn the tide on your own and allow the Azorean elves to truly take root in the land, not just as raiders to sweep and pillage.

Colonies, colony cores, connected roads...... He has almost done everything he can, and he is only half a step away from capturing the city called Golovin, and he will be able to establish the foundation of a new dynasty, and then ......

Taken from everything by Loren Turin, this cheating bastard.

Started at Ebotden, ended at Ebotden... I tried my best to break the game, but I still couldn't change the result?

The sound of an eagle's horn sounded over the Imperial Avenue battlefield at the same time as the rallying cry of the Byrne Legion, and the armies of both sides retreated as if they had reached some kind of tacit agreement, even as the opposing army passed by the flank, and watched the other side leave.

"Lori, what are you doing?"

Rodria Azore, whose expression was slightly stunned, looked at the blindfolded elf girl who knelt on one knee in front of him without saying a word: "It's time to retreat, don't rub it off, there's something you can wait until the road to ......"

"Your Highness. Lori, who was kneeling on one knee, slowly raised her head and interrupted the little prince's words:

"The Chief Wizard of the Imperial Court, Anson Zade... My brother, he's still on the other side of the highlands. ”

The corners of the elf prince's mouth trembled slightly, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

"Oh, that's it. ”

Rodria Azore's expression was surprisingly calm.

The blindfolded elf girl bowed slightly:

"If Your Highness agrees, please let me leave the army and go and retrieve Anson. ”

"Yes... Hey, even if I didn't, you'd do the same, wouldn't you?"

"Yes. "Lori has no intention of deceiving.

"Then go - if I'm not mistaken, Loren Turin should not have taken the high ground yet, and Anson Zade should be able to hold out for a while with the fortress there. The elven prince shrugged:

"If you're lucky, take advantage of the foggy weather to break out of the Gem River, and the time limit is five days... I'll arrange for an army downstream to meet you. ”

"Thank you, Your Highness!"

Solemnly bowing her head, the blindfolded elf girl got up to leave, and was stopped by shouting again just halfway through: "By the way, if you can't retreat, you might as well ......"

"Samurai, but if you die on the battlefield, there will be no shame of stealing life. ”

With her back to the little prince, Lori Zade said solemnly in that immature voice:

"We will take the bone as a monument and blood as a sacrifice, and wish His Highness a victory!"

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

"Your Highness, Her Royal Highness the eldest princess is awake?!"

"How is Your Highness, is there any better?!"

"Get out of the way, get out of the way to make room for Your Highness!"

Fetronay awoke in the confusion, the knights on either side struggling to maintain order and hold off the soldiers who were trying to get closer.

Pushing away the officer who had taken the initiative to come forward to help, he staggered, and the weak Fitlonai stood up in a trance, looking at the highland battlefield that was wantonly ravaged in the flames.

Bones streak the hillside, flags burn in a sea of fire, smoke hovers like a dark cloud... Quietly looking at everything in front of him, the expressionless Fitlonai seemed to be able to remember the once gentle and picturesque scene here.

Thinking of myself... Came with Conod once.

Closing her eyes, Fitlonay took a deep breath, the billowing smoke on the tip of her nose and the morning fog confusing her sense of smell, and she even felt the corners of her mouth curl slightly.

It seems that when I turn my head in the next second, I can see the figure as majestic as my brother with his back to him, looking at Golovin who woke up in the early morning with a resolute face.

"Your Highness. ”

Awakened, Fitlonay slowly looked back, and Yuri Wirtz, who appeared behind her, was looking at her with some concern.

"The Grand Duke of Ellemont. The last expression on Fitlonay's face dissipated and returned to normal: "You appear here, that is to say, the ...... of the high ground"

"Failed to capture... I'm sorry. With a hint of regret, the somewhat embarrassed Yuli Wirtz shook his head: "The enemy's defense is very tight, and although our army has tried its best and fought hard, it is still blocked on the perimeter. ”

"Then we ...... now"

"On the side of the Imperial Boulevard, the Byrne Regiment sounded the rallying cry - the enemy's main army, which had retreated in the direction of Ebolden. The Grand Duke of Ellemont sighed, turned his gaze to the Azorean pennant at the top of the hill:

"The elves of the Highlands... Now it's just a lone army surrounded and helpless. ”

“...... I understand. Fitlonay bowed slightly.

Although he didn't know much about military affairs, he also understood what it meant to be alone.

Such an enemy is no longer the original threat, and a strong attack will cause heavy casualties, so it is better to besiege them without attacking them, and it is enough to maintain the blockade of them.

If I'm not mistaken, Loren Turin probably wants to wait until the day when Brandon and the armies of all sides of the empire gather before striking the final blow on the heights?

It can not only reduce losses, but also use the enemy's crushing defeat to boost the morale of the army and prepare for the next final battle ... It can be said that it kills two birds with one stone.

That guy... Sure enough, he's a cautious coward.

"Your Highness, it's too dangerous here. Looking at Fitronay, who still wanted to move forward, Yuri Wirtz frowned slightly, and couldn't help but speak:

"Please leave the battlefield as soon as possible, and the rest of the work will be left to me and the Earl of Mountain Rock Castle......"

"Cumbersome. ”

"Huh?"

"Archduke of Ellemont, in your eyes, am I such a burden that will only add trouble to you?"

"Your Highness?!"

Surprised, Yuli Wirtz hurriedly knelt down on one knee: "Please don't say such things, we ...... without you"

"I, it's because I don't want to be a burden that I didn't say a word when he went to the Broken Mountain Fortress. As if looking after herself, Fitronay's sharp gaze stared at the battle flag at the top of the high ground, and the images of the past flashed back to his mind:

"Because I don't want to be a burden, I do what I think 'maybe he will do the same', thinking that once he dies, he can be a hundred. ”

"If you think about it seriously, it's because of this kind of thinking that you will become a burden that will only cause trouble to others. ”

“...... Your Highness. ”

"Don't worry, after experiencing it once, I don't have any thoughts of seeking death now—that kind of relief is more suitable for calling it an escape. ”

Looking back slowly, under the astonished gaze of Yuli Wirtz, Fitlonay actually smiled:

"Brother Eckhart, Connod, Brandon... And you, including Loren Turin, work hard to fulfill your mission. ”

"As for me... There can be things I can do and my mission. ”

Yuli Wirtz was stunned.

By the time he had come to his senses, Fitlonay, who had regained his apathy, had turned away, and in the company of the Imperial knights, he had left the devastated battlefield and walked the way he had come.

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

Just as it started without warning, the battle for the highlands in the fog ended very abruptly.

After the defense line of the Imperial Avenue was breached, the main army of the Azorean elves retreated decisively - in just five days, it had basically completed the evacuation from the territory of West Sacland, and completed the convergence with the 100,000 Azorean elven army that was reinforced later.

At the same time, the Sacraland-Byrne-Ellemont coalition, which had ended the battle of the Highlands, re-established a siege network in the high ground after a quick rebuild, and besieged the last of the 30,000 Azorean elves above the highlands.

During the siege, the Azorean elves in the highlands tried several times to break through from the tidal flats and frontal, but they were met with fierce counter-attacks from the Empire - tens of thousands of imperial troops, together with a steady stream of reinforcements and supplies from the direction of Golovin, built a solid enough blockade to block the surprise attack of the Azorean elves.

Thanks to the scavenging and flesh-wrenching of the little Yode, enough funds were collected from the Golovin nobles and wealthy merchants to maintain the long-term garrison and siege of 100,000 legions, and by the way, a large number of temporary jobs were arranged for the survivors who fled with Loren to the imperial capital, revitalizing the "economy" of the imperial capital.

Of course, the nobles and wealthy merchants of the imperial capital who were wailing everywhere were not in his consideration.

The former is a scum who only has the memory of a goldfish, and he can't remember what he eats or beats, and the latter is mostly a competitor with Byrne's United Chamber of Commerce, and of course Yod will not have any mercy on his subordinates, let alone the feeling of a rabbit dying - the more miserable these people, the more excited he is.

Having sufficient funds, Loren also began to build a series of more solid blockades, spending the money of the imperial nobles to arm the Byrne legion to the teeth.

On the fourth day of the siege, the first army, which had arrived on the orders of Brandon de Salion, finally reached West Sackland, and the Ellermont legions, numbering 60,000 from Dragon's Heart and boating in the lower reaches of the Gem River, arrived at the Highlands along the Gem River.

At the same time, the liaison officer of this legion, Grenwell, Earl of Stormcastle of Byrne, also brought good news - after Charlotte Turin's personal persuasion, the Grand Duke of Arles finally "woke up completely", put down the rebellion of his relatives as quickly as possible, and led the army of Arles all the way north from Byrne to the imperial capital to converge.

Arles warriors, armed with heavy crossbows and battle axes to hunt trolls, numbering about 50,000, had crossed Byrne and joined Brandon de Salion's legions from Sackland.

At midnight that day, desperate or desperate, the Azorean elves launched a final assault in the direction of the estuary, trying to seize the fleet from the Elemon legions and flee, and they were greeted by the furious dragon Milassis who had fallen from the sky.

The result was catastrophic - the remaining Azorean elven warriors, with less than 20,000 remaining, lost more than a third of their troops in just one night, more than half of the total casualties, and only a few thousand of the elite who were still in combat power.

After receiving the news that Golovin had been defended, Brandon immediately sent Mirasis in the direction of the imperial capital, and after several days of confirming that the elves' launchers had run out of ammunition, Loren naturally did not have any scruples and allowed the dragon Milasis to attack wantonly.

The elves finally despaired.

Anson Zade, who had been defeated, and the remnants of the elven warriors, totaling more than 10,000, withdrew to the high ground and defended it, and there was no sign of breaking through.

Loren Turin, who had already surrounded the Highlands, also had no intention of attacking, but only divided the Elemon Legion into two groups, continued to strengthen the blockade, and ordered the fleet to control the upper and lower channels of the Gem River, beware of sneak attacks and elven warrior deserters who were about to flee first.

On the sixth day, the Boi hussars arrived in Golovin, and among the 50,000 hussars was a very small Byrne legion of only two or three thousand men.

The Azorean elves at the top of the highlands watched indifferently as this group of bravillary hussars galloped under the slopes of the highlands, rolling up puffs of smoke and dust, forming the last blockade line.

On the 10th, the Imperial Capital Escort Legion, composed of the nobles of the Imperial Capital, arrived on the battlefield and launched a surprise attack on the Azorean elves in the highlands "despite dissuasion".

The battle was a complete farce from start to finish, with the nobles of the Imperial Capital planning to attack the Azorean elves' flanks from the tidal flats, and "ordering" the Elems and Byrne to provide cover from the high ground fronts and the Gem River.

After a fierce battle, the Imperial Capital Guard Legion, which was ten times stronger, was still defeated despite the Azorean elves being pinned down by two wings.

The Azorean elven warriors, who did not intend to entangle, took the initiative to withdraw to the highland fortress after the Imperial Capital Guard Corps collapsed, and had no intention of trying to pursue.

On the twelfth day, the Imperial Diet ordered Loren Turin to travel to the Imperial Capital to explain why there was no assistance in the event of an elven attack on the Legion.

On the fourteenth day, Loren Turin, who had not been on his way to the imperial capital, received a new guest, and the Imperial Diet sent a messenger to apologize to Loren for his previous summons, and to continue to bear the expenses of the siege.

On the fifteenth, Brandon de Salion arrived at the battlefield with an army of 150,000.

The battle for the Highlands is coming to an end.