As the night passed, the rain stopped.

The bright winter sun pierced the haze and fell on the mighty Anaheim.

The glorious halls of the past have been reduced to ruins, and the streets crisscrossed are bloody and bloody, like hell on earth.

Suddenly, a sound that shattered the eardrums broke the dead silence of heaven and earth, and the roar of the black dragon resounded through the sky.

The strange cries of beasts and banshees came from far and near in the outer city sky, and fear turned into a rough boulder pressing on the chests of the defenders of the kingdom of Nagareth, who hurried up from the streets of the inner city, grabbed their weapons and shields, and rushed to the inner city walls under the leadership of their respective commanders to hold their positions.

In the early morning, the vast ocean surface is sparkling and golden.

Between the balconies of the Lordlord's Tower of Anaheim, the decorative crystals glow dimly in the early light.

From here, the city is full of crumbling ruins, corpses strewn across the ground, battle flags trembling in the wind, and smoke from campfires spitting hot breath.

Aris Annar, the ruler of the kingdom of Nagareth, walked out of the palace dressed in military attire and holding a bow of the moon. The sight before him brought back some memories of the glorious rising sun, where a glorious kingdom once stood in the vast land north of Ulthuan, and he vaguely remembered that it was also on such a day that the eldest son of the first High Elves betrayed his people. Whether he will return or not, Nagareth, who is born again today, will never give in.

If Hei dares to set foot in this land, then Aris is bound to make this group of traitors pay a terrible price, so that they will not return.

It was the last dawn of the High Elves in Anaheim. Since then, it has ceased to be prosperous and sacred.

Aris stood on the balcony and whistled loudly.

A sharp eagle struck through the clouds, a huge one rushed over the fence from its back, the Shadow King jumped up nimbly, and stood firmly on the eagle's head, and then the giant eagle quickly swept over the inner city, swept over the smoke-filled battlefield, and on the other side of the sky, the Supreme Empress of Gorond had been waiting for him on a black pegasus for a long time.

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Dozens of Reaper ballistas roared like God's bows, and blasting bolts fell one after another on the towering inner walls, unleashing brilliant and deadly fireworks that reaped the lives of the defenders.

Nearly 10,000 slaves were forced into battle, and the proud citizens of Anaheim, who had been proud one day were now driven by an army of dark elves to attack their fellow citizens and their homeland.

No one resisted, and those who dared were sacrificed to Kane this morning by the priests of the Cult of Pleasure.

The whips and fear of the slave owners drove the slaves to grab their weapons and charge towards the walls of the inner city under the cover of ballistas.

The defenders on the walls were not relentless, aiming at their former relatives and friends to shoot a deadly rain of arrows that would even be obscured by the sun.

The shadow of death once again looms over this glorious city, and cannibalism plays out everywhere.

Dark Elf Camp.

Hemmer put on his armor, tightened his belt, hugged the Dreadlord's helmet, and moved his left arm without the slightest pain.

Yesterday, he not only used life magic to completely heal his own injuries, but also saved the lives of more than forty seriously injured soldiers with Aurelia. After a good night's sleep, he is now in a state of complete victory and full firepower.

He walked out of the tent and met Eliden and his army. Seeing Hemmer coming, they all turned around, raised their weapons and shouted, eager to join the battle.

Hemmer had never expected to become the lord of the Dark Elves, but now that he was fighting, they would follow. The feeling of being burdened was that the more than 600 people present were all eagerly waiting for every word he said. They're waiting for themselves to speak, what to say...

The smell of gunpowder breeze swept across his cheeks, and Hemmer put on his sash, took a deep breath, and then drew the long sword at his waist and held it high in front of him, "Everyone. The defenders of the High Elves on the opposite side are at the end of their power, and today we will annihilate the stubborn enemy and retake the Black Coast for Truzi. Neither they, nor us, too many people have died for this, and it's time to end this war. Now success or failure is here, and you will strive forward with me. If anyone unfortunately dies on the battlefield, I, Hemer, will not leave your lonely soul behind, and after this battle, we will go home together! ”

Hemmer grabbed the black horse's saddle and jumped on it, then ordered his soldiers: "Go!" ”

As he burst out of the camp, the black-pressed weapons were set up like a forest, and the warriors let out a roar that resounded through the air. A large number of troops swept out and slaughtered the inner city battlefield.

Two hours later, the inner city walls were captured by a large area of Dark Elf troops, and the remaining remnants of the High Elves retreated into the tower of Anaheim Castle to resist stubbornly with the help of the terrain, and they were waiting for the return of the Shadow King, the reinforcements of the Wood Elves and the rest of the kingdom.

At this moment, no matter how much you kill and slaughter your own forced innocent people, it is always exciting to not engage the army of the dark elves - when the regular troops of the Dark Lords appeared in the tower, the Nagaris troops who stood there were fierce emotions, and the crows saw the carrion and clenched their weapons and attacked in their direction.

"If your conscience has not been extinguished! And the consciousness of being a High Elf! Then join us in killing all these inferior beasts! ”

The roar of Alasta, who rushed to the front, was deafening, and the slave army suddenly became commotion, and someone really took advantage of the chaos to take the lead in the battle, first killing the hesitant companions, and then following the Nagaris defenders to charge towards the army of dark elves behind them.

The dark elves didn't expect that the slaves still had the courage to resist, and they hurriedly organized a battle line to meet the enemy, but they were actually repulsed, and then the lords went down one after another to stabilize the front everywhere, and slowly advanced again.

An endless stream of Dark Elves poured into the inner city to fight to the death against the defenders of the High Elves in front of the cramped citadel.

At this moment, it was a matter of life and death, and the High Elf defenders rushed forward with the courage of breaking the cauldron, and the elite Lothern navy formed a gun formation, stepping on the corpses of the enemy and slowly crushing forward, splattering blood staining the elves' silver armor into blood.

The Hemer Army was originally located in the middle of the army, and it became the front row in less than half a day, and the killing sound in front of it shook the sky, getting closer and closer.

The smoke of gunfire was everywhere, and the castle courtyard was a terrible scene, and through the dim dust and crowded human heads, Hemer's vision was not very good.

He couldn't help but wonder, according to the plan, the front of the slave army should have already attacked the lord's tower at this moment, why was the shouting of killing getting closer and closer to his side? Could it be that the situation on the front line has changed, and it has been pushed back by the High Elf defenders?

Hemmer really thought it was possible, he knew that the group of guys were now barefoot and not afraid to wear shoes, and they could drag one into the water.

Siege warfare, even if you can attack the inner city, does not mean victory, on the contrary, if the defenders can have the courage to burn jade and stone, and fight against the water, it is very likely to push back the enemy who rushed into the courtyard and turn the tide.

Hemmer and Ironthorn's forces are now near the inner gates, and if they can't stop Nagaris' defenders here, the Dark Elves' army will be completely driven out of the inner city, and the more Hemmer thinks about it, the more dangerous it becomes.

The war will be momentum, one blow, then decline, and three exhaustion.

If your army is defeated and reorganize your attack to retake the inner city, it will inevitably delay time, and when the High Elf reinforcements arrive, the siege of Anaheim will be in vain!

"Set up a shield wall, and the Black Sharp Crossbowman Regiment will fire a salvo in batches!" Hemmer calmly gave the order.

As the warriors responded, the Dread Spearmen and the Gloomy Swordsmen stepped forward to form the steel walls.

The Dark Elves overestimated the deterrent effect of fear and underestimated the honor of the High Elves. No one could have predicted the slaves' revolt, not even Morath's miscalculation.

Alasta charged forward with the mighty White Lion Guard, and the mighty slave army followed behind to fight with great momentum.

A High Elf soldier can chase ten Dark Elf soldiers to slash, then ten soldiers can chase a hundred troops to kill.

Morale is so important.

Faced with the bloody army that seemed to have been killed out of hell, the front of the dark elf army collapsed, throwing away their armor and fleeing in all directions.

The confusion at the front gradually affected the rear.

Eventually, a badly wounded herald crashed into the Hermers.

"Slave ...... The slaves have defected, and now all the troops are stuck in front of the towers and slaughtered. He coughed dryly, "We were wrong, there were thousands of people in the Lothern navy, and the group of slaves rebelled and scattered our formation, and many of the brothers were beheaded by the slaves around them before they could react." Now there are thousands of people over there, and they will be killed soon......"

"Thousands?!" Hemer was shocked, but he still stabilized his thoughts, "Don't worry, we'll stop them here!" ”

As soon as he turned over and dismounted, about to join the line, the wounded soldier grabbed Hemer's hand: "My lord, if we can't hold this place, we won't have a chance." ”

Scarlet blood flowed from the top of his head and dissolved into one of his eyes. The herald's eyes were bloodshot, but his eyes were very determined: "We will not lose." They all said so, with Empress Morath here, no one can defeat us. ”

Hemmer was stunned, and immediately reacted to how much pressure he was shouldering, so he let go of his hand and stabilized the other party's injury with life magic: "I know, let's go down first." ”

After sending off the heralds, more and more routs poured in, and they gathered in front of the shield wall to make way for Hemmer to make way for them.

Enraged, Hemmer beheaded a few leading deserters on the spot, and then gathered these shocked defeated troops to form a front and increase their own strength.

After a while, Alasta led the imposing defenders to rush over, they were covered in blood and their faces were hideous, and even the dark horses under them shrank back a little when they saw these troops. Hemmer patted it on the head to make it brave.

Hemmer took a deep breath as he raised his shield with his sword in hand and stood at the forefront of the battle alongside the Gloomy Swordsmen against the wolf-like countercharge of the Nagareth defenders.