The majestic Anaheim, the only city of the High Elf kingdom of Nagaris in the New World, and the most important military port, the first barrier of Osune. Anaheim has endured countless invasions and raids over the millennia, but it has always stood on the Black Shore, like a sharp dagger piercing into the dark realm of Duruzzi.

Now, Moras, the High Sorceress of Gorond, leads her dark army eastward to take Anaheim and purge the remnants of Azul in the New World.

Dark clouds are gathering and chaos is coming.

The sea breeze that blows from the ocean sweeps over the towering city of Anaheim and gallops through the crumbling land. The earth is wide and the sky is long, and in the distant forests, the blades of grass and petals also shake wildly in the furious winds of the northland, breaking away from the stems and branches, and being swept away to the battlefield of slaughter.

Purple Pegasus banners fluttered in the wind, and columns of dreadspearmen appeared on the horizon through the plains. A large number of Black Ark pirates and Gloomy Swordsmen followed, and their numbers were endless.

On both sides of the army, thousands of black crossbowmen wound their crossbows and slowly advanced in neat steps.

The sky was like lead, and under the haze, the war hydra raised its head and spewed blood-red flames, roaring deafeningly.

Farther on the plains, the Lizard Dread Knights and their mounts restless, their scarlet eyes looking far away, thirsting for flesh and slaughter.

The black dragon that obscured the sky hovered in the air, and the harpy banshees around them danced and let out strange cries of evil spirits.

The Dreadlords of Morath have since unfurled their terrifying black wings against their brighter brethren and pointed their swords at Anaheim.

The city of Anaheim, which is in front of the army of dark elves, has two gates, east and west, and Morath has dispatched her most powerful high-ranking sorceress, and the lord of Hiradro-Taal City, Cowwesish, leads an army to attack the west gate, and she leads the rest of the lords, including Hemer, to storm the east gate.

The time and place are right, and the Dark Elves will give their enemies the punishment they deserve, taking back all that was once theirs.

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"The slave army is assembled! Ready! ”

"The Reaper Ballista Battalion is on standby!"

"Scouts confirm that the right flank of the front is safe! Wait for the order! ”

“....”

On the front line of the East Gate, the magnificent city of Anaheim was close at hand, and Hemmer rode through his troops on a dark steed, commanding the heralds.

For such a large-scale battle, it was the first time for Hemmer to participate, and he couldn't help but be a little nervous.

But if he can stand out in this battle, he will definitely get more benefits.

With great danger comes great opportunity.

He looked out over the walls of Anaheim and saw the High Elf garrisons in their ornate silver helmets.

The High Elves' armor is mostly silver, blue, and white, which contrasts sharply with the purple and black armor popular among the Dark Elves.

The walls of Anaheim were lined with flags, swords, guns, halberds, bows, and cannons, and 10,000 defenders were in place, and the heralds hurried through them.

Opposite them, at the forefront of the Dark Elf army, Morath hovered low on the black Pegasus Sulevit.

The first rays of the morning sun fell on the tallest spire in Anaheim, and then slowly lit up the battlefield of slaughter.

The dim starry sky is complemented by the morning sun.

The black clouds crush the city and want to destroy it, and the armor light opens to the sun!

I saw Moras raise his hand and press it, and more than a dozen heralds issued a military order at the same time: "Slave army, forward!" ”

Trumpets sounded in all directions, and slave owners, with long whips in hand, began to drive away the ragged slaves.

Thousands of slaves of all races were herded out of front of the Dark Elf army, their rags and their weapons mutilated or broken.

The terrified slaves were caught between the two armies in terror, their bodies trembling violently.

But even then, no one dared to run away, for countless repeaters were aimed at their backs.

Runaways, piercing the heart and dying.

"War needs you, you have no right to ask questions, either fight or die, or simply fight and die."

This is the fate of the Dark Elf slaves.

Hemmer's forces also targeted the slaves, and if they dared to turn back, they would be killed.

Now that he is the lord of the dark elves, he understands where he stands.

Since it is a war, there will always be sacrifices. Not to mention this group of slaves, even the Dark Elves can't guarantee their survival.

Rather than pity the slaves, it is better to worry more about the soldiers under your command.

Hemmer comforted himself.

"Charge! Otherwise die! "The slave owners whipped the slaves who were left behind, and intimidated them.

The desperate slaves grabbed their shields and weapons, pushed the siege towers dozens of meters high and leveled with the walls, and slowly advanced towards the walls of Anaheim.

As soon as they rushed out of a distance of tens of meters, the High Elves on the city wall operated the deadly eagle claw ballista to deliver the first wave of covering strikes.

Dozens of giant eagle claw crossbow arrows forged from Mithril and as thick as human arms roared across the battlefield, crashing into the army of slaves, blasting out clouds of blood in an instant.

Nearly a hundred slaves died in the moment of contact alone.

"It's a ballista." Hemer's gaze fell on the city walls, and he could faintly see those weapons of war.

The panel gives data on the Talon ballista.

The first feature is that it can cause a wide area of explosive shotgun ammunition.

This is followed by armor-piercing projectiles against heavily armored units.

"380 range, 139 long-range power. No wonder it can cover nearly half of the battlefield. In comparison, the Dark Elves' Reaper Ballista is 13 points more powerful than Talon, but its range is 30 points lower. Under normal confrontation, it is inevitably the Eagle Claw ballista with a longer range that has the upper hand. In addition to consuming the energy and ammunition of the defenders, these slaves were also exchanging their lives for the Reaper's ballista for the thirty points of range. Hemer came to his senses and muttered.

Sure enough, when the slaves rushed out about thirty meters, the reaper ballistas behind Hemer moved the ground.

"My lord, we need the cover of your troops to set up a position!"

Heralds arrived to deliver the order.

Hemer did not hesitate, and waved his big hand, "The first, second fear spearmen regiment advanced a distance of about thirty meters, covering the friendly fire"

"Forward!"

The two hundred-man fearful spearmen under Hemmer immediately took action, marching forward slowly with neat steps, and opened a line to defend themselves in a formation at a position of about thirty meters.

Ballista teams of eight carried disassembled parts, set up positions behind them, and quickly fired more powerful blasting bolts at the defenders on the walls of Anaheim.

After a short time, the ballista positions of the two sides were fired, and the Terror Spearmen Regiment was affected, and the casualties were the first to appear.

Hemmer methodically commanded the men to drag the wounded back to the battle for treatment, and at the same time prepared two Gloomy Swordsmen to replace the troops in front at any time.

The army of slaves who were charging forward continued a little more than half a distance despite the rapid casualties.

The noble commander of the High Elves on the city wall raised his sword and coldly ordered: "Archer diffuse!" ”

In an instant, the rain of arrows fell like locusts, and the archers of the High Elves pulled their longbows to the full moon, and when attacking a camp as dense as the slave army, they didn't even need to aim, mechanically drew their barbed arrows and wound them up for a high-frequency diffuse.

As the warriors echoed, barbed arrows slashed out thousands of meteorites, piercing through the hazy sky and falling into the slave camp. Many slaves were hit by arrows in the wind and sand and died on their knees.

"From the position of the slave army to the foot of the city wall, there is a distance of about two hundred meters, half a battlefield. Covered by a rain of arrows at such a distance, the Black Sharp Crossbowman and the Thunder Arrow Devil were completely unable to do it. ”

"The range of the High Elf ranged class is on average fifty points higher than that of the Dark Elf class of the same rank! Even the archers, the most advanced ranged class in the High Elves, have a full 180 shooting range..."

This extra distance is also the death distance of the slaves who are passively beaten...

Looking at the data board, Hemmer immediately understood the shortcomings of the dark elf shooter against the high elf shooter.

As such, the standard tactic of the Dark Elves is to send their slaves directly in front of the enemy troops, using their lives to fill the range gap. When the slaves were wiped out, the regular troops charged.

"No matter how heavy the losses of the slaves in front of us are, they will not be replaced. Their fate is nothing but death..."

Hemmer suddenly remembered another notorious race, the Skavin.

The army of the rats is also dominated by the slave army, and they do it more thoroughly than the dark elves, and the slave rats often outnumber the regular troops, and when the slave rats die, they will also feast on the rats and eat their corpses.

Under the brutal war, Hemer's humanity is insignificant, and he can only silently accept reality.

Every moment, someone will fall in a pool of blood, and human life will be as despicable as mustard.

By the time the eight siege towers reached the city walls and lowered the drawbridges, most of the slave army had already been lost.

Inside the tower, the head is a High Elf slave.

He had been a patrol of Nagareth and had been captured by the Dark Elves during a daily patrol, and even though he had survived years of hellish life in Quintex, he had never imagined that he would return to the haunted city of Anaheim in such an identity and manner.

Whizzing arrows nailed to the tower's baffle, and through the fence, he saw phalanxes of spears refracted with cold light.

It was the first line of defense formed by the Silverlight Guards.

Why is this so...

He was supposed to be one of the people who stood above to defend the city, but now he was going to be killed by his compatriots.

He just wants to live, what's wrong with that?

The High Elf slave gasped sharply, soaking his parched throat with saliva, sweat rolling uncontrollably from his dirty sideburns.

As the drawbridge slowly fell and saw the light of day, the slave clenched the weathered sword in his hand and rushed forward with a roar.

At this moment, whether it is the same race or the dark elves, his racial stance is no longer important.

The Azul slave was the first to burst out of the tower, three arrows in succession through his chest, and he ran forward with blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, and then was stabbed through the heart with a spear by a silverlight guard, falling from the tower's drawbridge dozens of meters to the ground.

The ensuing slaves numbly rushed forward, battling the silverlight guards and spearmen, slaughtering at every point of the walls.

The slave armies at the east and west gates rushed up the city wall one after another, and Moras, who was riding on a flying horse, immediately ordered the whole army to charge!

The black dragon that covered the sky swept through the sky, its scarlet eyes like falling fire, flying over the heads of Hemer's army and hitting the city walls.

The High Elf commander spotted the incoming Wyvern and ordered the elite archers on standby to fire a salvo of shadow warriors.

At the same time, several Eagle Claw ballistas urgently dropped their spearheads, shooting armor-piercing arrows at the black dragon.

Whoosh!!

Despite its size, the black dragon was not bulky, it flapped its wings and nimbly avoided the powerful but slow armor-piercing arrows, the barbed arrows shot by the shadow warriors were not worthy of the black dragon's attention at all, and they shot at the black dragon's hard scales, making a clanging sound, leaving no trace.

The black dragon quickly approached the wall, opening its fanged jaws and spitting out intensely corrosive dragon breath at the shadow warriors and archers.

Dozens of warriors, along with their armor, were eroded into thick water. Immediately afterwards, the black dragon's fortress-like figure slammed into the crowd, the cracks under its feet spreading like cobwebs, and it rushed in all directions as if no one was in a place.

Following the black dragon, hordes of harpies and a dozen manticores charged at the defenders from above.

The sound of the advisor alerting the enemy to collapse rang out in Hemer's ears one after another.

Morath rode Pegasus and waved his staff in the sky, "Now rush into the walls and plunder!" Go to the slaughter! Take back what belongs to you! ”

As the words fell, the army of dark elves erupted in a resounding cheer, charging like a torrent under the cover of the eagle claw ballista.

The Cold Lizard Chariot and the Plaguewalker Chariot sped across the corpse-strewn battlefield, the Shadow Warriors on the chariots let out a scream of excitement and fired their crossbow bolts at the walls. The war hydra trampled the earth and smashed through the gates.

Gloomy swordsmen and dreadspearmen poured into the passage in drools, engaged in bloody battles with the battle-hardened spearmen and silverlight guards.

The Witch Spirit and the Calamity Song sisters slaughtered all the slaves who had not yet been killed by the High Elves with daggers, and then jumped into the city wall with their corpses, and the two daggers danced like the wind, setting off a storm of blood.

Hemer understands that talking about all tactics is nonsense now, F1F3, Soha is over.

"There's no assist, it's all the fucking main attack, rush with me!" Hemmer drew his sword and beckoned to the impatient army behind him, then leapt towards the walls.

The gates had been breached, and the High Elves were in dire straits, when Hemmer heard a sharp eagle roar from the city of Anaheim.

The black-haired Shadow King Aris, carrying his Moon Bow from the elven goddess Lilith, rode up the wall on the Great Eagle, and he stood on top of the Giant Eagle's head, pulling the bowstring and shooting arrows at a manticore.

Boom!

The thunderous sound of the strings cracking shook the eardrums, and then everyone saw the massive manticore being repulsed by the arrows and slamming into the battlement wall, struggling to let out a wail of pain. Its left flank was completely pierced with a large hole, and blood splattered all over the ground.

"Kill all the dark traitors and push their corpses off the walls!"

As the Shadow King raised his arms, the soldiers' morale soared.

"Defeat this pack of beasts. The city of Anaheim is ours, and no one can take it away! ”

Nagareth's follow-up troops, the Shadowwalker Warband, the Semen Guards, the Grey-Clad Shadowmen, and many other elites were thrown into the battlefield to engage in bloody battles with the invading Dark Elf army everywhere.