"It's finally getting started. ”

The elven prince holding a telescope stood in the helmsman's position, personally holding the rudder, happily staring at every move of the port battlefield in the distance.

Of course, the anchored flagship had already fixed the rudder to death, and even so, the ship's helmsman and first mate still stood nervously aside, for fear that His Royal Highness the prince would be excited and do something unexpected.

The royal court warriors, led by Lori and Anson, the "Zade siblings", all looked strange, standing silently at a distance of ten steps, so that His Royal Highness the prince could enjoy the fun of the "personal world".

"~We are singing loudly today~ Drinking aged wine~ Wine glasses ping-pong ringing~ Crying next to relatives and friends... Dear sweetheart~ We are going to Sackland~Sackland~~~......"

Humming a deck tune leisurely, the little prince fiddled with the telescope while plucking the rudder, the corners of his mouth curvading deeper and deeper.

Under the all-out assault of the Azorean elves, one breach after another has appeared in the walls of Ebolden, and although there has not been much substantial progress, the weak and combative nature of the enemy has been fully exposed.

What's more, the total number of troops dispatched by the Azorean elves was twice that of the enemy in the frontal battlefield! At the beginning of the battle, this advantage was not obvious enough because of the limitations of the battlefield, but as time went on, the Ebolden defenders, who were barely able to fill the entire defensive line, were overstretched, and soon showed their weakness.

Compared to the still orderly and battle-spirited elven warriors, the Ebolden defenders were like a bunch of ants trapped in a cage, and the only reason why they could hold on to the fight without rout was because there was no way to escape.

Behind them is their own city, and no matter how timid and cowardly the defenders of Eboden are, no matter how they don't know how to confront the skilled elven warriors, they must stand up to the battle.

And the elven warriors who attacked the city wall, after paying a certain number of casualties, gradually found a way to confront the hoplites wearing iron armor and holding shields.

Instead of pushing forward, they continued to lure the defenders to attack, or experienced samurai attacked from behind to disrupt the defenders' positions, and when they panicked, they rushed into the shattered phalanx shield walls from all sides, wielding their swords and slaughtering them.

However, in the opinion of the little prince, it was still very difficult to break through the walls of Eberden head-on - the Azorean elven warriors still seriously lacked experience in facing such a heavily armored and tightly formed enemy.

There may be a way to deal with it on a small scale, but once you get caught in a battlefield where you can't bypass and dodge, the battle becomes extremely difficult, and the reason why you haven't felt it now is simply because of the low morale of the enemy.

But more than 20,000 defenders with low morale and no will to fight were able to hold back twice as many Azorean elven warriors with their walls and phalanx... This is already very telling.

The key to the battlefield is still the lonely castle on the other side of the river... Only by capturing her can the last blockade of Eboden be opened, and the entire city will be besieged on both sides by the elven fleet, which will be captured without much effort.

"The key castle... Loren Turin, could this be your trap?" the little prince smiled meaningfully at the corner of his mouth:

"Don't be so boring, surprise me - let me see what you're capable of, how many steps you can see on the board?"

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"Boom ——————!!!!"

The castle crumbled in flames and explosions, and in the billowing smoke, the legionnaires half-crouched in the front row to erect a shield wall, and in the back row neatly lowered their halberds and pulled out their throwing guns from behind.

"Ready to ——, release!"

With the command of the legion commander, a whistling black shadow with the sound of tearing the air struck at the elves who had climbed the city wall, and several elven warriors who could not dodge were immediately thrown through the eyebrows with spears or fell from the top of the city wall by mistake, turning into puddles of minced meat in the mud pits and trenches in the corners of the walls.

But more calmly dodged, unhurriedly attacking the walls from other directions, and pounced on the lone legionnaires from the corners and corners, the unsheathed blades radiating a cold luster like the fangs of a terrible ghost.

"Boom ————!!!!"

There was another explosion, and countless sounds erupted in the melee of the castle, and the terrible wails and unwilling roars danced against the clashing of swords and shields.

In just five minutes, the outer walls of the castle had all fallen!

"Blow the rallying call, and the whole army will move back!" The legion commander standing in front of the shield wall personally held the flag and roared hoarsely: "All the hundred-man teams assemble in the phalanx on the spot, pay attention to the sneak attack!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a silver light suddenly flashed in front of him.

"Poof!"

The moment the blood was splashed, the legionnaires who rushed out beside him blocked the knife for him, but the shield was also cut in half.

The elven warrior, seizing the gap, stabbed the blade again, piercing the soldier's throat.

The enraged legion commander could only watch in vain, and was dragged into the back row of the shield wall by the guards behind him.

Although the use of the castle as bait and trap was Loren's plan, the Legion Commander did not think so, and he had set up a tight defense to show the Ebolden defenders how His Majesty Connad's army fought.

But ironically, his "meticulous" preparation made the enemy's performance even more brilliant!

Compared with the legionnaires who relied on the formation and heavy armor, and retreated in formation to avoid rout, the elves on the opposite side not only cooperated intimately, but also fought very fiercely;

Under their ferocious and fierce onslaught, any legionnaire who falls alone or makes a mistake will become an inescapable prey.

Although the snow-bright Azorean long knife could not directly tear apart the heavy armor and halberds on the soldiers' bodies, it could make the shields in their hands unreliable and make the tight shield walls porous.

For the elven warriors with fierce swordsmanship, this is enough.

"Poof!"

With the sound of flesh tearing, another scream came - the flag officer who commanded the phalanx on the left flank was pierced through his body by three sharp blades at the same time, and his head full of terror rose into the air.

It can't go on like this.

"Retreat with the whole army, abandon the parapet!" the legion commander roared with a pale face that pursed the corners of his mouth, and clenched the battle flag with trembling hands:

"Retreat to the Inner Fort and assemble in the center!"

Abandoning the parapet means that the castle has basically fallen, and it is about to fight the enemy against the water.

But with the sound of whistles and horns, the disciplined legionnaires carried out their orders, abandoning the parapet and rallying to the Chinese army, forming a large phalanx of fifteen rows in depth in front of the inner fort.

The results are immediate!

Faced with tight shield walls and dense stabbing halberds, as well as throwing spears thrown from time to time, the elven warriors couldn't find a gap to break through the formation for a while, and even if they were occasionally more successful, someone in the back row would quickly fill in the gap.

The elven warriors, who are accustomed to scattering and charging, are really not good at dealing with this kind of "iron turtle" like enemy.

"Master Eugen, aren't you going to make a move?"

Looking at the stalemate in front of her, Alexandra frowned: "The enemy on the opposite side does not seem to be the defenders we encountered on the beach, but should also be the elite of the enemy. ”

"That's why I shouldn't have made a move. Shaking his head, the chief of the Overseer snorted coldly: "Although that little prince is very annoying, at least he has a right thing to say - we must value our enemies, even if they are a group of minions." ”

"Our samurai have no experience in fighting the samurai of the Empire, so it's time to take this opportunity to fight hard, learn how they fight, and gain more experience. ”

"This is their country, their land, and the trouble of nasty is better sooner than late. ”

The elven warrior nodded, secretly relieved - her thoughts were actually similar to Eugen's, and the reason why she deliberately asked was just that she was worried that he would lose his mind because of Prince Rodria's previous stimulation.

"Besides... I had a hunch. ”

The corners of his mouth curled into a hideous arc, and Eugen muttered to himself.

Foreboding?

Alexandra turned her head in confusion to look at the overseer's burning eyes.

"It's very simple... If we can discover the importance of this castle, will the enemy not know about it?" Eugen sneered and swept his gaze in the direction of the towers of the city walls:

"No, they must know, either the enemy doesn't have any extra troops to garrison here, or... This castle is a trap that deliberately lures us to the bait. ”

"Drag our elite main force here, and then concentrate their own elite to annihilate us, so that they can survive in this city for a few more days!"

As the words fell, the elven warrior's face changed: "In that case, shouldn't we destroy the enemy in front of us as soon as possible and then evacuate from here......"

"Evacuate... Why evacuate?"

Eugen looked at his lieutenant, his expression becoming more and more hideous: "Aren't we righteous people who fight for the great good, and in the face of the despicable tricks of the cunning and wicked, shouldn't we pinch them to death when they are most proud and think they have succeeded?"

"These treacherous villains, despicable and shameless scoundrels... Shouldn't he have beaten them with the most direct means when they were at their most arrogant, shattered the hope of victory in front of them, and made them feel his weakness and helplessness as a mortal thing... Otherwise, how can we uphold our right, true justice?!"

Alessandra, stunned, fell silent.

Although she has always adhered to the same concept as Master Eugen, recognizing that she belongs to the side of righteousness, but... Only this time, I vaguely felt that there seemed to be something wrong with Master Eugen's words.

At the moment when the elven warrior fell into deep thought, a dazzling light suddenly came from the corner of her vision......

"Boom ————!!!!"

At the moment when the golden-red flame burst, Eugen had already taken the lead in front of Alexandra, and the long knife wrapped in ice vapor swung out violently, and the flames dissipated instantly.

"Sure enough!"

Euphonie, ecstatic, looked up suddenly, and in front of his gaze, there was a faintly familiar figure.

A thin figure, with black hair and black eyes, and an exaggerated two-handed heavy sword on his shoulder, he was also looking himself up and down with a playful expression.

"You're... Loren Turin, the Duke of Byrne?"

Eugen's voice trembled slightly, with a hint of excitement.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time—it's really curious, what kind of character is that blind doll who can make that blind doll in the Imperial Court bow down?!"

The expression of the chief of the overseer was hideous and terrifying, and the long knife in his right hand had been raised instinctively: "I heard that you and that doll have a duel agreement... I wonder what her expression will be after killing you?"

"Probably a mockery, right?"

Chuckling and shaking his head, Loren raised his eyebrows and looked at Eugen with interest: "After all, no one should take the call of a mad dog seriously." ”

"Mad dog?"

"Otherwise, you still think of yourself as a human being?" The black-haired wizard was stunned for a moment, laughed and quickly changed his words: "Oh, I almost forgot that you are not human, you are a long-eared person." ”

It's not good, he's deliberately provoking Master Eugen!

Alexandra, whose face was startled, hurriedly stepped forward and waved her sword at the black-haired wizard: "Chief Overseer, please go and command the warriors to fight, and this enemy will be handed over to ......"

"Stand down!"

With a burst of applause, Eugen glared at a pair of beast-like eyes: "He's mine!"

The elven female warrior with a slightly trembling body hesitated for a moment, then silently retreated.

"You say I'm a mad dog, Loren Turin......" The sneering Eugen raised his head again and squinted his eyes: "What kind of thing are you who are about to be killed by a mad dog?"

"First, you're going to have to kill me. The indifferent black-haired wizard flipped his right hand and thrust the "Dawn" greatsword upside down on the floor of the city wall: "Secondly, it will be you who will die." ”

"Oh... You think you can kill me?"

Eugen grinned, the long knife in his hand already had a thick layer of ice crystals.

"Nope. Loren raised his eyebrows: "I think I can cut off your limbs, and then hang an iron hook on the city wall and scream for three days and three nights, and finally beg me to cut off your head." ”

"And I will never grant your wishes. ”

"Die——!!!!"

With a flick of the long knife, the terrifying Eugen had already taken the lead, and the ice vapor enveloping his body was like the tentacles of a ferocious beast, rolling towards the black-haired wizard.

"Bell!"

As Loren let go, the tip of the sword fell to the ground, and the "Dawn" greatsword drew a semicircle around the black-haired wizard's body, and the left hand wearing the "spellcaster" pressed the tail of the hilt.

In the next second, the golden-red flames covered the entire sword body like a flowing liquid, and Loren, who was aiming at the oncoming ice and snow and holding the hilt of the sword with both waves, strode forward sharply.

Raise your sword;

Raise your sword;

Chop ——!

A high-level spell, the fire of Turin.

"Boom ——————!!!!"

In an instant, snow white and golden red collided together, first with a loud bang, followed by an explosion and a steaming white mist, engulfing both figures at the same time.