When the elven prince got Anson Zade and the 20,000 Azorean elves army to be raided by Loren Turin, his heart was almost broken.

The worst bad news in the world isn't bad news, it's about surprise you first, and then say "but".

The moment he received the news, the elven prince, who was so ecstatic that he almost jumped up, immediately learned another piece of information from the herald - the defenders of the imperial capital also got the news, and sent reinforcements to Loren Turin, while an army was blocking his path.

Rodria Azores, who almost didn't come up in one breath, almost rolled her eyes and lay straight on the ground.

"Wait! You just said their defenders were out of the nest?!"

"No, I mean... We saw the legions of Byrne and Ellemont in action, with a total strength of about 50,000 men. The elven warrior who gave the order shook his head again and again:

"On the walls of the imperial capital, the banners of these two armies can still be seen, but almost all of them are Iron Crown battle flags - it is speculated that the nobles in the city have temporarily taken control of the city defenses, and only a small number of Byrne knights are left in the city, or their commanders have also gone out of the city to rescue, so they have not raised the flag. ”

The elven prince grimace grimace.

Could it be a trap?

This looks like a great siege opportunity... Most of the main defenders withdrew, and the remaining imperial nobles had nothing to fear... Their previous cowardice is enough to prove that these seemingly enemy-looking guys are more like their close comrades-in-arms.

Replacing the Imperial capital with two Imperial Court Chiefs and 20,000 Elven Warriors, even if you have to consider that you will have to face the riots in the city and the counterattack from Loren Turin immediately after taking the city, no matter how you look at it, you will still make your own money.

But the more this happens, the more the little elf prince has the urge to "this is a trap".

After all, even if the defenders of the imperial capital were just a bunch of scum who would surrender when they were attacked on the walls, it would take time to take the outermost walls and organize their defenses, and before the reinforcements arrived, they would have to face twice as many enemies and riots in the city alone.

And to do so is tantamount to giving up two very important combat powers, and it is easy to chill the rest of the samurai who are loyal to them... So the elf prince hesitated a little.

"It takes about a day to organize troops from a siege camp and rush to the battlefield... Well, that's the key. Staring at the map, the elven prince muttered to himself, his fingers sliding lightly between the two points:

"If my army is stopped here, the Zade siblings and twenty thousand warriors will be surrounded by Byrne's army—annihilate them all, is this the plan you have spent ten days coming up with, Loren Turin. ”

"Eat the top floor of the Imperial Court and the 20,000 army in one go, hehe... I'm so confident that I'm overpowered!"

"Your Highness......"

Glancing at the little elven prince who sneered, the herald kneeling on the ground stood erect.

"Order all the samurai leaders to come to me at once!" Rodria Azore, who raised his head, did not hesitate at all, and his faint flickering pupils were full of battle intent: "Since this guy is planning to have a big fun when he first came, then how can I not go to the occasion lottery?"

"But it's a pity that the ending won't be as he hoped!"

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

Anson Zade, who looked anxious, stood still as he watched the billowing smoke and dust rolling up in the distance of the battlefield.

He knew he had failed... That's right, although he is very unwilling, he knows very well in his heart... This battle was already lost before it began.

Loren Turin calculated all the possibilities, and even judged his own march route and marching speed, and every step he took was expected by him, and it was this terrible "prediction" that caused him to see no hope of victory even though he had twenty times the strength of the other side.

That's right, this is what is really terrible about him - not the strength that is enough to kill the head of the Overseer and deal with His Highness Rodria Azores, but this extremely cautious and bold character is what is really terrifying about him!

It was only a short day's journey between his army and His Highness Rodria Azores's camp, but he dared to intercept him here, and he was confident that after defeating or even killing himself, he could still evacuate before His Highness's reinforcements arrived!

This kind of self-confidence is something that I don't have......

The elf boy who was in a cold sweat showed a trace of bitterness at the corner of his mouth.

But even if you are doomed, I will never let you end up so easily - even if it costs your life, it will make you feel a trace of fear before you die.

Loren Turin... Prepare to pay the price for your own self-confidence and hubris!

"Attack, give the order to the samurai to press on all fronts!" Anson Zade, who did not hesitate any longer, expressed his determination with a roar.

"Now?!"

The elven warrior holding the flag on the side was stunned for a moment, and his expression was slightly panicked: "But Lord Anson Zade, right now the enemy is breaking through, at this time, forming a formation defense is the best choice, if the army presses ......"

"It's because it seems like the best option that we have to do the opposite—otherwise, do you think the Duke of Byrne on the other side won't think of it?!"

The elven boy retorted with a violent face: "They only have about a thousand cavalry, and holding on to the spot is tantamount to letting them choose to attack or flee at will;

"Tell the brave and noble warriors that now is the time to show their loyalty to His Majesty the Eagle King and His Highness Rodria Azores - even if it is worth exchanging the blood of a thousand samurai for the head of Loren Turin!"

"So attack, even if you are destined to die here, you can be regarded as loyal to the righteousness!"

Looking at the chief wizard of the Imperial Court who was a little crazy with excitement, the elven warrior who opened his mouth finally stopped talking, and rushed to the front of the army with the battle flag high:

"In the name of the Eagle King, the warriors of the Azorean elves ......"

"Draw your sword - meet the enemy!"

"Draw your sword to meet the enemy——!!!! kill ————!!!!"

The roar of the converging mountains and forests exploded in the sky above the army of thousands of elven warriors, and they took a step towards the battlefield with billowing smoke and dust.

This is destined to be a big gamble - although he has an army of more than 20,000 elven warriors, in fact, the only people who can really be controlled by Anson Zad are the thousands around him.

In other words, the moment he gave the order to attack, the whole battle was no longer under his control, and whether he won or lost, he could only wait for the final result, and there was no chance to intervene again.

The sound of an eagle's horn resounded through the Imperial Avenue, and the elven warriors who heard the horn gathered one after another, drew their swords and raised their guns, and rushed to the opposite side of the battlefield.

Tens of thousands of people rushed in the same direction, no matter the momentum or the roar, no less than the dull thunder.

Sensing that the Azorean elves were launching a full-scale attack, the Byrne knights, who had been screaming and slaughtering wildly, immediately began to organize a retreat and quickly maneuvered to both sides of the Imperial Boulevard.

No matter how strong the cavalry is, it still does not dare to go head-to-head in the face of dozens of times the infantry charge, because it is very likely that it will be entangled - the heavy knight who has lost his speed is not even as powerful as a light infantry.

In the face of the oncoming wave of elven warriors, the "scattered" Byrne knights are like lonely boats flipped up and down in the monstrous waves, and they can still rely on their speed to support themselves, but they may capsize at any time.

This was a great encouragement to the Elven Warriors - also because this was the Imperial Avenue, the narrow battlefield and flat roads gave the Byrne Knights the opportunity to charge and crush their enemies, and also made their range of maneuver extremely narrow.

Byrne knights continued to charge and try to interrupt the momentum of the surging attack, but in the end they were all in vain, and they were defeated.

"You let go, don't stop me!" Ranmaros, who was wielding two guns, stared at Rigrel behind him desperately dragging him: "If you don't let go, I'll even stab you!"

"The whole army retreats, this is the order of the Duke!" The Earl of White Horse Peak glared at him unceremoniously: "If you want to die, you can do it, but you can't ruin the whole plan because of you!"

"You go first, I'll cover you!"

"It's good if you can cover yourself, carry out the plan!" The Earl of White Horse Peak turned his head sharply and glared at the attendant who trembled violently behind him: "Bring the rope and shackles and tie him up!"

The rout of the Byrne knights made the elven warriors, who had panicked during the raid, become extremely fanatical, and rushed all the way down the Imperial Boulevard.

The tide is turning!

The original formation had already fallen into chaos, or at all, none of the elven warriors had returned to care about the "formation" - all they had to do was to rush over desperately and rush in the direction of the smoke and dust.

"Attack, attack, attack——!"

Hoarse roars echoed in the desperate rush: "Don't let those Imperials escape! Catch them and kill them all——!"

"Kill them all——————!!!!"

The fire-eyed elven warriors raised their bladed spears one after another, their tense bodies making their breathing even more rapid, but it didn't slow them down in the slightest.

The narrow battlefield allowed the elven warriors in the back row to only see their comrades who were running wildly around them, as well as the smoke and dust that kept rolling up in the distance; No one knows.

They only know that if they can't go faster, all the credit will be taken away by their comrades in the front row!

"Bell ——!"

Able to parry the oncoming long knife, the gray-eyed young man who slid backwards tightened his arms, turning into gray-blue pupils staring at the petite figure waving the knife opposite.

Lori Zade, who had failed to strike, did not rush to attack, but stood firmly in place, holding the hilt of the long knife with the scabbard withdrawn in her right hand.

On either side are the Byrne knights who are constantly running and retreating, and in the distance are the army of Azorean elves who have already come up with a fierce slaughter and smoke and dust.

"Sounds like the tide has turned. The blindfolded elf girl babbled, and the back of her hand gripping the hilt of the knife showed green tendons: "I don't know what happened, but it should be our side that won, right?"

The gray-eyed young man who snorted coldly held the sword in his backhand and said nothing.

"Run. ”

The elf girl said lightly.

Well?

Lu Sien, who was stunned, didn't react at once.

"Although your Excellency is not disrespectful, but... There is no killing intent on your sword. Lori Zade shook her head: "In other words, stopping me is your only purpose, and now your purpose has been achieved." ”

"The battle is over, your plans have failed, and now your master, Loren Turin, is left with only one option - retreat, and then flee to the imperial capital. ”

"Actually, it was your plan, wasn't it, and now it's just happening. ”

"Otherwise, if you go on like this, all that awaits you is the annihilation of the army, we have 20,000 Azorean elven warriors, and you only have 1,000 Byrne knights; I don't know how to fight, but twenty to one is enough to show... Why are you laughing?"

“...... Nothing, just a sudden reminder of the joke that Lord Loren once made. ”

A sneer hooked the corners of his mouth, and Lu Sien's expression became a little hideous: "If numbers can determine the outcome of a war, then it should be the mathematicians who rule the world." ”

The elf girl's face changed slightly, but she didn't say anything.

"But since your hearing is so great, why don't you listen to it anymore?" the gray-eyed boy continued, "Maybe if you listen to it again, you'll know why I haven't run away yet." ”

"Your Excellency, I have already said that mocking me will not ......"

The words stopped abruptly, and the elf girl's expression froze.

In the dense forests on both sides of the Imperial Boulevard, in the darkness that had been as unwavering as stagnant water, there was a sudden sound of rolling like a tide, and the sound became more and more and closer, as if it were boiling, towards the army of Azorean elves behind him.

She heard the "voices" walk out of the forest in unison;

She heard those "voices" holding high one hunting banner after another, hunting in the dust;

She heard a tall and burly figure walk out of the line surrounded by thousands of "voices", holding an exaggerated two-handed sword in his hand, standing at the front of the line, pointing straight in the direction behind her;

She also heard the other party's resounding cry in the sky:

"Who are you?!"

"Byrne ————————!!!!"

"Where did you come from?!"

"Byrne ————————!!!!"

"What are you fighting for?!"

"Byrne ————————!!!!"

The big sword was raised, and the corner of the mouth of Guy Angart, the earl of the fierce Mountain Rock Castle, showed a heroic smile, and his excited eyes stared at the army of Azorean elves who had already rushed towards him, and slashed the blade of the sword hard:

"Then kill me ——!"