"Boom ————————————!!!!"

With a loud thunderous sound, the "meteor" falling from the sky fell directly behind the Azorean elven formation, accurately smashing a "launcher" that was about to be launched into pieces, and at the same time wiped out all the elven wizards and guards standing around.

There was no fire, no explosion, a thunderous roar and a blinding flash of light, leaving only a shock that frightened all the elves, showing the aftermath of the roar.

Prince Sicotus, whose eyes had shrunk suddenly, stared at the flash of light behind him, and it took him a full minute to recover from the shock and look sharply at the other side of the battlefield.

A thousand steps... That thing actually came from a thousand paces away?!

Imperials... How can you have such a powerful alchemy weapon that can hit your target with precision from a thousand paces away?!

Prince Sicotus didn't even have time to fully recover from his surprise when in the distance behind the Byrne's legion's position once again rose with a blinding white beam.

This time it wasn't even one, but a whole five, and it slashed through the air like a meteor, falling sharply towards the position of the Azorean elven formation.

"Protect Your Highness!

The surrounding elven warriors swarmed up, raised their long knives and surrounded Sikotus in the center, staring nervously at the sky, as if they were ready to die for the prince at any time.

But Prince Sicotus had a faint hunch that the direction that those "shooting stars" were aiming at might not be himself.

"Boom ————————————!!!!"

A blinding light shone across the earth, and for a moment even the sun in the dome was eclipsed.

Beam after beam exploded in the Azorean elven formation, each one firmly at the rear, and the earth was shaken by a vibrating roar, and the entire front was even plunged into a brief chaos.

It didn't take long for a somewhat embarrassed elven warrior to run from the rear of the front to deliver a message, and his face was difficult to see.

"Your Highness, all of our launchers have been destroyed, and the wizards who went out with the army have also suffered heavy casualties!"

Really!

With a blushing face, Sicotus angrily pushed away the elven warrior who was blocking him, looking in the direction of the battlefield with an expression as if he wanted to devour the enemy alive.

That's half of his own launchers, all of them one by one, carefully transported here from the port of the Misty Moon Court - without these, it is tantamount to depriving himself of one of his biggest hole cards.

As for the Byrnes on the other side... If you guessed correctly, you knocked out your projection weapon, and then you have to bombard your own array directly and indiscriminately, forcing yourself to attack!

Then there was the Byrne Knights, who charged on both wings, tore apart their arrays, and cooperated with Lothair's army to capture the camp and completely annihilate themselves here.

He had already seen the power of the Imperial knights once when he was in the Deep Forest, and it was still the knights of Lothair, and if the elves of the Misty Moon Court were right, the knights of Byrne were definitely superior to the knights of Lothair.

And the plain battlefield is the most suitable place for this kind of combat power to exert its strength.

What a good calculation!

But you won't succeed!

"Haven't the reinforcements in the camp arrived yet?!" Suddenly sensing something, Sikotus said coldly.

"Haven't gotten a response yet!"

"Blow the horn one more time, send a court warrior to deliver the order, order them to immediately send troops to assist from the flanks, and those who disobey the order will be beheaded!"

"Yes!"

"What about the court warriors?" Drawing his saber, Prince Sicotus looked around sharply and looked at the elven warriors standing beside him: "Do you dare to be the first to go out and open the way for the army?!"

In response to the elven prince, there were twenty phalanxes on both sides and a thousand court warriors kneeling on one knee like dominoes.

"Draw my sword for me!"

"For the good of the Kingdom of the Azores——! long live His Highness Sicortus————!!!!"

In the next instant, the entire Azorean elven army array unfolded, led by a thousand elite court warriors in the vanguard, and 30,000 elite elven warriors who swore allegiance to Sicotus spread out like arrows, like a tide sweeping the earth, "reflecting" the dazzling sunlight and rushing to the battlefield.

"The main forces of the Azorean army are spreading their fronts and moving towards the battlefield. ”

Staring solemnly at the battlefield, Lu Sien under the Firmament Wings Battle Banner immediately looked at the little wizard beside him, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes: "It seems that they really can't sit still!"

"Go, I'll cover you. ”

Pursing her lips, Ain said with a very serious expression.

"Please!"

Before the words fell, the gray-eyed boy who had drawn his two short swords had already taken the lead in rushing out, and hundreds of demon hunters followed closely behind, galloping towards the battlefield on war horses.

In the smoke and dust, the little wizard turned his gaze to the five lightsabers behind him, and a trace of desperately suppressed anger was reflected in his blue pupils.

"Look, I'll let you know. Ain whispered to herself, as if she were talking to an enemy, "I will let you know why the Lothair people are known for their bow and arrow skills. ”

"Eight hundred steps, the target has entered the maximum power range!"

"The magic circle is activated, and the countdown ——! is final"

"The launcher is activated, and finally charged and debugged!"

"Adjust the angle, the striker prepares, aim!"

"Ready, all on standby——!"

"Everyone—" The small wizard holding the scope raised his right hand in the air, and then waved it down:

"Launch!"

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"The key point of this battle is that we must not let the enemy huddle in the fortress camp, but we cannot press it all in one go, and hiding in the camp will not be enough to take such a strong fortress in a short time. ”

"And if the enemy presses all the fronts in one go, and the battlefield is not so wide, the enemy's fed ogres will turn the battle into a tragic melee, and both results will end in heavy casualties, and the battle of the three principalities of Lothair, Ellemont and Byrne will be abolished in one go, and winning the battle will be equivalent to losing the war. ”

"So... We have to take some risks. ”

"The Byrne Legion is the first to meet the enemy - since there is a good student on the other side, then he is certainly not a fool who charges brainlessly and presses the whole line in one go; he can guess my plan and plan it will be planned, even if he is pressed and beaten by the other side, relying on the Bright Light Sword and the Phalanx Legion, Byrne can hold out for a long time. ”

"The key to victory lies in the armies of Lothair and Ellemont - remember, our first goal is to defeat the Azorean elves, recover the lost territory of Lothair, and reduce casualties, and the second goal is to annihilate the Azorean elven army, which is important!"

According to Loren's deployment before the war, the elves Lea and Yuri Wirtz, who led the army of Elem and Lothair, avoided the main battlefield and moved to the east and west sides of the fortress camp.

The tasks of the two armies did not overlap exactly, and the army of Ellemont was mainly responsible for raiding and storming the fortress camp, doing everything possible to cause confusion, sabotage, and delay, with the primary purpose of destroying all the facilities and baggage in the camp, and cutting off the enemy's rear routes;

The Lothair Army, who knew the surrounding terrain well, lurked in the backs of the hills and forests around the battlefield, acting as a reserve to cover and support Ellemont and Byrne, and enter the battle when necessary, defeating the enemy with one blow.

Although the elves and the Lothair army preferred to shoulder the "mission" of breaking through the camp, considering that Lothair had already suffered heavy casualties in the previous battle, they had to give up.

Aside from the frontal battle, there were only two roads around Vimpal, one leading to Gumber and the other to Deepwoodburg to the north, and the Elems were ambushing on the side of Gum, waiting for the troops in the camp to come to the aid of the elves who were fighting with Byrne.

In order to ensure that the enemy would not be noticed, Yuli Wirtz also placed his army at a distance from the fortress camp, and observed the enemy's movements through the observation glasses obtained from Loren Turin and a small number of scouts, all to ensure that the enemy would not suspect the slightest.

The 30,000 Elemish warriors used their natural talents, lurking like old hunters in the mountains under the protection of the dense forests and grasses, quietly waiting for orders, as if waiting for some prey that was about to come to them, still unaware.

But to his great dismay, it had been almost an hour since the start of the war, and the horn of the Azorean elves on the front line had sounded twice, and there was still no movement in the fortress camp, and there was no sign of any army gathering and mobilization.

Could it be that the Lady of Lothair did not hold back and attacked in advance, or was it ... Am I being discovered?

Yuri Wirtz couldn't help but start doubting himself, and several times he had the urge to do it directly, but in the end he resisted it, and could only continue to send more heralds and scouts to observe the battlefield while keeping in touch with Loren Turin to confirm the situation on the main battlefield.

And the information sent back made him feel even more strange - the Azorean elves on the main battlefield had already sounded the horn for help four times, not twice, and had even pressed all the way in order to avoid the long-range advantage of the Byrne Legion.

If the fight continues like this, it will not take an hour to enter the decisive stage, and the Azorean elves in the camp are still watching from the wall, as if the army outside the city has nothing to do with them!

What the hell is going on?

Soon, a scout returns an important piece of information, but it makes him even more confused.

"What, there's finally a sign of a build-up in the camp, and it's moving in the direction of the camp gate?!

"What, the Azorean elven army in the camp is coming towards us? What the hell are they trying to do?!"

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"What are you doing, of course, it's as soon as possible!"

Looking at the elven warrior who was silently questioning, Shira, the second samurai of the Imperial Court, said very happily.

Around her was a circle of elven warriors protecting her, and behind her was a long march that stretched from the trail to Gumu to the fortress camp.

"Oh, how can such a terrible thing as war be dealt with by such a lovely girl? Of course, it must be handed over to a fool like His Highness Sicotus—I mean a hero—to deal with, and he will certainly be able to, Shera believes him!"

"As for Shera's mission, it is to take all the heroic warriors away as soon as possible, retreat and run to Ebolden to support His Highness Rodriard, His Highness Rodria is very safe there, there are more than 200,000 troops, everyone can get along happily there!"

"As for His Highness Sicotus... Well, I really hope he survives, but it would be even better if His Highness could heroically die with that terrible Imperial man of Loren Turin!"

In this case, His Highness Sicotus became a hero, His Highness Rodria got his army, and the lovely Shera carried out her mission perfectly, received the rewards and resources she deserved, and finally abandoned Her Highness and flew away in the Empire - so that everyone could get what they wanted and live happily together!"

Jumping happily, Sheila kept gesturing to the elven warriors around her who were being manipulated by puppets, spreading a happy aura in the lifeless marching ranks.

Of course, her strength was not enough to turn the entire Azorean army, tens of thousands of samurai, into her own puppets - in fact, she didn't need to do so - she only needed to control a handful of elite leader samurai for her own use, and it was enough.

As for why... Of course, because the Azorean elves were about to be defeated.

The news of the fortress of Broken Mountain is unknown, the battle of Lothair is unfavorable, and the battle of Golovin has been defeated... The whole elven invasion showed a very unfavorable situation from the beginning, and once besieged by the Empire in Ebolden, unless the elven prince was really strong enough to turn the tide, it was impossible for the Azorean elves to occupy the entire empire.

At best, the best outcome is coastal secession.

So the "loyal" Shera immediately made her own judgment - negotiate with Sicotus in the name of Rhodría without authorization, take his army and then trade with Rhodría, run away as soon as possible after getting what she wants, and never hang herself on a rope.

At that time, whether it is to continue to join the Azorean elves, or to work for the Imperials, or to do things for both sides at the same time and then sell each other, Sheila will be at ease - anyway, as long as the Azorean elves are not dead, they will still have the value of being used.

And the cute and sweet appearance makes all the fools who think they are smart never suspect that this petite and weak girl will become the poison that kills them.

This was before they were killed.

The delightful elven maiden strolled along the country lanes of Lothair, wondering where to go next.

It's good to continue to serve His Royal Highness Rodriard, but it might be even better to do something for the Crown Prince of the Empire, who hasn't been crowned yet.

Well, maybe he'll fall in love with the cute Shera and do anything for it.

In the moment before the rain of locusts and arrows fell from the sky, and the Eleman two-handed swordsmen rushed out of the woods... Sheila thought so.

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