"As every historian enjoys the privilege of naming, I call this battle the 'Battle of Fury,' because it took place in a place with no name, but a barren land above the desolate wilderness of Nagarus...... This is our greatest victory since landing in Nagarus......"

“...... The battle took place in the morning, and when we realized that the enemy was already waiting for us in formation, we knew that we had fallen into a trap. I should be glad we have a dragon and the enemy doesn't. It was precisely by relying on the broken back and blocking of the star dragon that we were able to find a slightly favorable terrain and hastily deploy the formation...... At the beginning of the battle, we were commanded not by Prince Ashrufat, but by his lieutenant Garth...... No one knows where Prince Ashrufat has gone, but at that time we can only take Galth's command first, because the battle has already begun......"

“...... At that time, I was in despair. For it seems that there is nothing left to change the fate of our defeat, and our enemies are moving us further and further away from victory...... But in the blink of an eye, our evil cousin was visibly shaken...... As if hallucinating, Prince Ashruphat galloped around the battlefield with the head of Lord Siris, proclaiming to us the message of victory......"

“...... He broke through the siege and joined the phalanx of the Juggernauts...... Then have a light cavalry display the captured enemy banner and the head of Lord Siris on the battlefield. Our evil cousins quickly lost morale and began to retreat. The prince himself led the Juggernaut forward...... The witches finally collapsed under the attack...... This blow laid the foundation for this victory......"

“...... Our army also paid a high price for victory...... Garth, Ashrufat's lieutenant, came from the Emerald Court like me, led the Phoenix Guards into battle, and eventually died in a fierce battle along with all the Phoenix Guards...... No matter what he did during his lifetime, his death can be called noble. He fought gloriously to the last breath of ......"

......

Aracet closed his notebook. The Great/Mages were already healing with all their might, but the moans of the wounded could be heard everywhere in the camp. In fact, even Arose himself had to wrap himself with a bandage to stop bleeding. Although it is said that the recorder does not normally participate in the battle, at that time, Aracet also had to participate in the battle as an officer.

Someone walked in from the outside, and Allasset looked back at the entrance, and it was Kaye who he saw. This guy didn't go to war because of her previous injury, so she's now in charge of chores.

"Are you really an elven nobleman? I thought an elven nobleman was very good at fighting. ”

"I'm sorry to disappoint you. "Allasette touched his face, and he was injured in the position of his neck and chest, so he had to put a white bandage around it. In this way, although his injuries are not actually serious, they do give the impression that he is seriously injured. "Well, you didn't come to me to confirm my nobility, did you?"

"Prince Ashrufat is looking for you. Kaye said simply. "Urgent. ”

When Aracet arrived at the Great Tent of Ashrufat, there was already a crowd of guests gathered inside. Several of the dragon princes were arguing with Ashrufat about something.

“...... But you must admit that our army is very fast! Now that our army is winning, if we don't take advantage of the victory to attack the enemy's empty royal city, when will it be? I know that our army has suffered great losses, but the enemy's losses are even greater! If we make a big move, then we can completely turn the whole tide of the battle......

"We've turned the tide of the battle. Ashrufat replied. He was calm, at least in Aracet's opinion. The euphoria of victory was not felt from him at all, nor any other superfluous feelings. "It's time for us to retreat. ”

"Prince, I don't agree with you. A subordinate spoke out in an emotional state.

"If I'm not mistaken, the Witch King has withdrawn. Ashrufat said. "Now if we move on, we will die. ”

"In terms of timing, we should have an advantage...... If you march in a hurry......"

"Everyone, listen to me. I know that everyone is eager to turn the tide of battle with this victory. Indeed, as you know, we already have the ability to turn the tide of the war. Moving forward the same way, we will capture the royal city where the strength of the Duruqi is empty, and in another direction, we can directly point to the mining area that has no defensive power...... In short, we are full of targets to choose from, each of which can deliver a fatal blow to the enemy. But I warn you that our enemies know this!"

He paused, looking at his men. No one disputed this conclusion - because the previous battles could only be considered crushes, and too many enemies had fled the battlefield. There were undoubtedly many warlocks among them, who would spread the news of the defeat in the form of magical communications, and at this moment, all the dark elves should know about it: the main army was defeated, and Lord Siris was killed on the battlefield.

"I can be sure that the Witch King has retreated. Although we were a little closer, they could easily organize a quick force to rush back for reinforcements! Our troops did not have a great advantage in marching. I hope you will not be blinded by victory and glory!, remember, what is the goal of our expedition, our goal is to force the Witch King to retreat back to Nagarus, and that purpose has been achieved!"

Perhaps it was the composure and calmness in Prince Ashrufat's voice that infected everyone, and Aracet noticed that everyone had calmed down, including the emotional dragon princes, who stopped talking.

"Our evil cousins may not be able to get back. Finally, someone opened his mouth to refute it. "Our main forces will hold them down. ”

"My Majesty may have abandoned this risky operation in favor of a safe solution to the problem. Aracet saw Prince Ashruphat reply without hesitation. "I conveyed the situation of the battle to him as soon as I got to him after the war. But he hasn't replied to me so far. If Your Majesty is confident that you can drag the enemy to the other side of the portal, he will be able to launch a diversionary attack as quickly as possible, and inform me to march into the royal city immediately. But two days have passed without any communication...... Therefore, I am convinced that His Majesty gave up this opportunity to take the risk out of prudence. Because in the event of a large-scale defeat at the front, then everything we do will become meaningless. ”

"Your Royal Highness!" a soldier rushed in from outside. "Your Majesty's communication, he orders you to retreat immediately!"

"Is it really coming...... "Allasett heard the prince whisper clearly. "Read the letter once and listen to it. ”

The soldier did so. The content of the letter is not particularly complicated: the main force of the Divine Warrior Elves launched an attack on all fronts, and then found that the enemy's resistance was far weaker than expected. The Witch King of the Dark Elves acted swiftly and decisively, and beyond imagination, he had already led the main army back to his homeland. To prevent the enemy from pursuing, he even abandoned the rearguard and destroyed the portal before they could retreat. Therefore, although the Divine Warrior Elves annihilated the enemy's rearguard troops, they could not prevent the Witch King from leaving. At this moment, the Witch King has returned to Nagarus, and is (no doubt) full of rage, and wants to cut the culprit of all this, the expeditionary force of Prince Ashrufat, with a thousand knives!

At the end of the letter, the Phoenix King reminded Prince Ashrufat that he must not act rashly, and that it was best to retreat immediately.

There was silence.

"Ladies and gentlemen, if nothing else, prepare to retreat at once. Retreat back to Grey Star Harbor. Ashrufat took a deep breath and said. "Let the mages strengthen their liaison with our fleet...... I'm worried that the enemy might take advantage of the portal, so I have to arrange a rearguard unit in case the enemy pursues me...... As for the order of retreat, I decided to put the cavalry in front, the wounded and baggage in the middle, and I will personally lead the troops of the rear!"

No further comments were made. So Ashrufat made a bunch of personnel arrangements for the retreat, one of which was that Aracet would be the striker in the retreat. On this point, Aracet did not have much of an opinion. Because in the previous wars, officers at all levels suffered great losses, and as a nobleman, he himself was qualified to serve as an officer. Of course, on the other hand, there is nothing of much value worth documenting now.

One of the White Lion Captains suggested that the White Lion Warriors could be in charge of the Queen's Palace. However, Prince Ashrufat refused this request, arguing that the White Lion warriors were unfit for such a dangerous mission due to their heavy losses and casualties in previous battles. The last troops to be selected for the mission were all spearmen and archers—and they were the same brigades that had been formed by freed slaves.

......

You can already see the sea ahead.

This is already the edge of the Gray Star Harbor, and a fleet can be seen floating on the sea. Ashruphat stared at the sea, the vastness of the sea. He remembered the view of the sea he had seen above the Dark Castle. The same sea, the two are somewhat similar in some places, but there are more differences. This sea, called the "Sea of Storms" by the elves, is more mysterious, more unfathomable, and more fickle.

He mounted his horse and watched the infantrymen beside him pass by. Although he said that he was in charge of the palace, the expected battle did not actually take place. Now you only need to contact the fleet and you can board the ship.

For some reason, Ashrufat remembered the battle before. At that time, the fierce battle had just ended, and countless corpses were lying on the barren gray field. In the places where the fighting was most intense, countless corpses were piled up and entangled. The uncoagulated blood moistened the dry land, and even formed countless trickles that converged in the depressions, forming one puddle of blood one after another. Countless lives have been lost. Even those phoenix guards who used to be arrogant in appearance, shining in gold, and gorgeous and heroic, were no different from others after their deaths. The elves who cleaned up the battlefield found Garth in the pile of corpses of the Phoenix Guard, who had his eyes wide open and his weapon in his hand. This memory made him shudder.