Chapter 315: The Dark Elves Defeated (Page 1/1)

The serpent could not be headless, and the army of dark elves panicked as they saw their god-like leader being beaten like a dog.

"Retreat! Retreat! The Witch King is defeated!"

Without Marekis' order, the still alive Dreadlords immediately noticed that something was wrong. If their leader kills the other, then this is the time to show off their might.

However, the Dreadlords who were close to Martin and Malekis not only saw the black dragon Seraphim who fled with his tail between his legs, but they also saw Malekis who had lost an arm with the sharp eyesight unique to the elves, and saw the dark Pegasus whose corpse fell into two parts and fell to the surface of the sea, and the most important thing was that the dazzling golden ark had broken through the magic of Marselan, the Lord of the Abyss, and began to chase after Seraphim.

Their leader was like a defeated dog with his tail between his legs, and he didn't dare to turn his head back, but flew back directly holding the broken hole in his arm. Marekis did not even dare to return to his flagship.

"Roar!"

Originally, over the battlefield, there were still many black dragons circling, fighting with the Pegasus knights of Bakaria. Hearing the roar of their dragon king Seraphim, they immediately did not run away.

The hearts of the Lords of Fear were cold, and they thought that the invincible Malekis was a small defeat, but who knew that it was a fiasco that would run away at the expense of abandoning the army. At this moment, there are still as many as eight remaining fear lords, and it is impossible to become the lord of the Witch King's side without some strength.

At this moment, every Dread Lord has a different kind of thought in his heart.

Intrigues, betrayal, and malice are all traits that are imparted to the entire race with the birth of the Dark Elves, the moment when Malekith kills his father.

They have been cursed by their former compatriots, the High Elves, and have accepted the temptation from the darkness. Chaos is both a source of their strength and their essence.

The Witch King glanced at his lords as he fled. He knew very well that after he returned to his lair, he would inevitably face a bloody large-scale rebellion. He may still have the power to suppress this rebellion, but after this battle, the dark elves will be devastated.

And before he makes a comeback and really kills the other king, Martin Lorraine, even if he sits on his throne again, he is still an out-and-out loser. This will bring him the collapse of law and order in his realm, as well as the emergence of endless rebellions.

"Abominable ......"

At this moment, he couldn't help but rejoice that he had given Marselan enough sacrifices this time. And just now, if he hadn't made an even more shameful sacrifice promise, even the Lord of the Abyss, the only salvation, would have abandoned him.

Then he's really finished!

The defeat of the Witch King and the withdrawal of the Black Dragon gave the Dark Elf fleet great panic. What really made them desperate was that even the dark power blessing of the Lord of the Abyss had withdrawn.

Under the sea, the evil divine power that was once as black as ink no longer exists.

The clear water can be seen below ten meters, there are no fish and shrimp, only corpses and debris that have fallen into the sea.

"No—"

"The Witch King has been defeated. ”

"We are abandoned!"

"I don't want to die! I don't want to die!"

No matter how the dark elves in the fleet wept and begged for mercy, the Bakaria Air Force led by Martin still carried out the strangulation operation brutally.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The legendary weapon in [Treasure of the King] easily shattered the thick guard plate on the black ark, burst the keel of the ark, and opened dozens of large holes in the bottom of the cabin.

The deck, which was as hard as iron, was so vulnerable to god-level attacks, it was like the soaked wood slag that profiteers sold to the army, and it exploded in one fell swoop.

One huge black sea fortress after another, became the grave of the dark elves.

Without the counterbalance of the Dreadlord, the Heroic Spirits under the command of the Red Knight followed Martin's orders and began to attack those battleships and cruisers that had lost the cover of the air force.

After Martin made it clear that he wanted more ships at his disposal, the Green Knights turned into killing machines and slaughtered entire ships of Dark Elves.

The Pegasus Knights had nothing to do after throwing the Molotov cocktails, so they worked in pairs and descended to the slaughtered Dark Elf warships to guard their king's spoils.

At this time, Sylvie suddenly found Martin.

"Martin, you've just become king, and it's good that you're going to win big. Excessive killing is not advisable. Actually, I would advise you that now is the time to do a short but solemn enthronement ceremony and, by the way, proclaim the gods. ”

"Why?"

"First, you have defeated strong enemies in succession, and you have gained the complete support of the people. Second, before the decisive battle against Chaos, a ceremony of enthronement and canonization can make you a new god and greatly strengthen your strength. Thirdly, in addition to the head of the enemy, the living prisoners are also an important part of boosting the confidence of the people. ”

Martin kissed Sylvie: "Hehe, I didn't expect my exclusive female knight to have such a good brain." Sure enough, it is worthy of the god queen I have set. ”

Martin didn't think much of it, Sylvie had a special meaning as the first woman he had come to the world.

It represents the world's recognition and acceptance of him, and lets him know that this world is still a world that is not only materialistic, but also loyal.

Sylvie is more of a representative of chivalry that is a bit dated and quite lovable.

"Well, I'll inform the Red Knights and let the Green Knights take a little ease, and leave a little bit for the Dark Elves of all levels. ”

The Dark Elves were in utter despair.

The fighting outside never stopped for a moment, and there was no whirring fire. Only the screams of pain seeped in through the cracks in the ship from time to time, through the sea breeze.

A solid hull does not give them a sense of security at all. The flickering oil lamps flickered, and every dark elf warrior or sorceress hiding in the pod felt as if her heart was beating faster every moment.

Pegasus Knights skimmed low over the upper deck, making the already crumbling planks creak as if they were about to collapse at any moment.

In such an environment, the nerves of each elf crumbled, and the sense of despair that overrode injury and death could break them at any moment.

"Come out, dark elves! the great King of Baccaria, Martin Lorraine, has declared that he will spare your lives if you give up your dignity and become his most faithful slave!" said the Soul Knight, floating in mid-air above the ship, in the language of the Dark Elves.

No matter how high up they were, no matter how powerful, brave, or mysterious, evil magic, they now have a new identity – slaves!

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