Ashrufat himself was amazed by the change in his mood. After Swift Wind finished speaking, he suddenly burst into anger. A seemingly unwarranted anger ignited in his heart and quickly swept through his entire brain.

"These scum!" said Valinor, beside Ashrufat, as well. Then the three of them stepped back from their observation position.

"We must go into battle, or the town will surely fall to the enemy. Ashruphat was the first to speak. "And now in this situation, the enemy is so scattered in order to prepare siege weapons that their rear is completely defenseless. If we could launch a surprise attack from the rear in battle formation, we would be able to take them by surprise. If the soldiers in the city attack at the same time as us at this time, then we have a good chance of crushing them in one fell swoop. ”

"This task can be entrusted to me. Swiftwind replied. "I can use the rattling arrows to inform my companions in the city. As soon as the battle began, I was able to get my companions to come out from the front and catch them off guard. ”

"There are two paths here. Ashrufat said. "A big road, a small road. We have too few forces to attack from one of these positions. Let's attack from the main road. ”

"I think it's better to take a path. Valinor said. "The path is narrow, which can make it difficult for the enemy to tell the true strength of our troops. Being attacked on the one hand, and not being able to judge the true number of our troops on the other, will certainly make the enemy's commander quickly abandon the battle. If you attack from the main road, it will not have this effect. ”

"No, it's not that simple. Ashrufat retorted. "We do make it easier for the enemy to be shaken and confused by attacking from the small path, but then the enemy will flee from the main road. The terrain of the main road is open, and as long as their commander is not an idiot, it will soon be possible to see the true strength of our army...... Once they stop and counterattack, they will be able to encircle our troops with numerical superiority. On the contrary, if attacking from a large road, then the enemy can only flee from the small road. In this narrow terrain, they could not judge the number of our troops, and we were able to smoothly pursue the defeated troops all the way without worrying about their counterattack. Even if they try to fight back, the forces will not be fully deployed on such narrow paths. Our army is completely capable of defeating them. ”

As he analyzed, he didn't notice the expressions and eyes of Swiftwind and Valinor.

"I'm sorry, I haven't asked yet...... Your Excellency?" asked Xun Feng suddenly.

"My name is Ashrufat. Ashrufat replied. In fact, he was tempted to make up a lie about his lineage and position, but he really didn't know much about the elves, and if the lie was exposed, it might be even worse, so he could only answer like this.

"Are you a prince?" asked Swiftwind.

"Prince, oh...... No...... I'm not. Ashrufat hesitated. His hesitation was not so much because he was considering whether to reject the title, but because he was worried that his simple self-introduction would be seen as flawed.

Dinethor and Valinor looked at each other, but did not speak.

"If that's okay, then do it. "Ashrufat decided to get the matter over there. The etiquette of the elves is really strange, why do you have to involve your father's family, your position, and your boss when you introduce yourself?" "Swift Wind, you are here, and once the attack begins, you will directly notify your companions with the sound of arrows. Captain Valinor, we act at once, and we must go on the offensive before the enemy harms innocents. ”

Perhaps it was a habit to get used to it, or perhaps he was in a hurry to get away with it so that the elves would not suspect him, but Ashrufat did not realize that he had unwittingly become the one who called the shots.

It's almost time.

The commander of the Dark Elves rode atop the Chill Beast and looked at the small city not far away. Behind him, several execution pillars had been erected by his men. The wretched worms crying on the pillar included women, children, and two wounded and captured warriors. A loud herald had already gone and shouted a message demanding that the defenders of the city surrender or execute all the captives. He didn't expect the hostages to surrender, but he hoped that the killing of innocents would provoke the defenders to rush out and fight him to the death. Of course, it doesn't matter if they don't rush out. The miserable cries of these abominable close relatives, the Yasuls, in the flames will delight his body and mind.

It's a pity that there is not enough time, so we can only use the crude method of burning at the stake. If he had enough time, he would have made the defenders of the city understand that torturing captives was definitely an art, a very beautiful and unique art. This art is especially valuable when it is applied to the abominable elves.

"Prepare for execution. He lazily ordered. Burn these elves to death, and then prepare the whole army to attack. Use a burst of crossbows to suppress the archers at the head of the city, then use a ladder to storm the walls. In the end, he destroyed everything here with sword and fire.

A horn sounded from the rear, it was a loud battle horn.

Elven warriors in silver-white armor suddenly appeared from the main road, lined up in a dense formation, and suddenly launched a surprise attack on the rear of the dark elves. The dark elves in the rear were completely unprepared, not even in formation. The first wave of bows and arrows threw them into a mess, burrowing around like headless flies.

The elven marines made steady progress as they fired their bows and arrows at the heads of their enemies. Each wave of arrows will cause more than a dozen enemy casualties.

On the hill not far away, a sharp and piercing whistling sound sounded at this time. It was the swift wind that shot his arrows. After doing this, Swift Wind fired several arrows at the enemy commander's position in succession, but unfortunately the distance was too far, and the only one that hit hit the tail of the cold beast still slid away from the scales.

Behind the Dark Elves, the Marines armed with spears charged at the panicked and scattered enemy.

But the Dark Elves are also seasoned warriors. After the initial confusion, a small group of enemies had already gathered at this time. There aren't a lot of them, but they're likely to buy valuable time for their fellow players.

"Quick! magic!" Valinor ordered loudly.

Dinethor summoned a spear that glowed amber, and he gripped the translucent handle of the spear as he hurled it with great precision and precision at the small mass of enemies that had gathered. The magic spear pierced six or seven enemies in a split second, disrupting their formations. This caused the Dark Elf team to fall into chaos immediately, and their attempt to gain time was a complete failure.

The spears of the elven warriors pressed down on the enemy like a forest, and most of the enemies fled backwards when they saw that the situation was not good. The few who resisted immediately became the ghosts of the spear.

If it is a human army, then the commander judges the situation and concludes that it is a temporary retreat. Because he was about to face the danger of being caught between the front and back. But the elves, whatever they are, are far more morale and training than humans. Although facing the enemy's soldiers in a neat formation and overwhelming attack, the dark elves who had no time to escape were still in groups of three or five, fighting to the death with the approaching elven spear phalanx. Because although they are close in blood, their hatred for each other is already too deep, and none of the dark elves can count on the mercy of their close relatives. In that case, it is better to fight to the death.

This unexpected situation bought the dark elves a little time. Whether it was because of his courageous nature or his keen grasp of the only opportunity on the battlefield, the Dark Elf commander made the most crucial choice at this time. Ignoring the enemy who was about to leave the city gates, he led all his troops who still had fighting spirit and launched a wave of charges towards the rear marines.

Both warring sides realized that this wave of charges would determine the outcome of the battle. If the Dark Elves can rely on superior numbers to break down the formation of the Marines, then they will have plenty of time to swallow up the Elven warriors who are coming out of the city to fight back. Conversely, if their offensive is crushed by the enemy, then they are lost.

Valinor and his men showed discipline and combat skills unmatched by humans. Under Valinor's command, the entire Marines stopped, lowered their spears, and instead used their bows and arrows to shoot a rain of arrows at the charging enemy. Then he dropped his bow and arrows, raised his spear, and lined up in front of the enemy as a wall of spears like a hedgehog.

If this rain of arrows weakened the enemy, then at least it was not visible from the outside. The warriors of the dark elves rushed towards them with a roar of rage, waving their weapons. When the two sides are far apart, their stormtroopers appear to be scattered. But as they got closer, their formation became denser and denser. By about fifty paces after the end of the pitch, they had formed a neat phalanx.

Dinethor let out an unnatural, high-pitched howl, and flocks of crows were summoned from the void by him to rush towards the enemy. These crows are actually magically created animoses, and they frantically attack the heads and faces of their enemies, especially the eyes. But even so, there was no confusion in the formation of the dark elves.

A fiery countenance, giggling, suddenly formed on the flanks of the Marine Corps phalanx. Then, the face let out a scream and lunged straight towards the dark elf's phalanx.

The flames ploughed through the ranks of the Dark Elves, and all the Dark Elves in their path were burned to ashes. This magic has disrupted the formation of the dark elves. Some of them were stunned by the fear and hurt of the unexpected blow. The other part couldn't hold back and crashed headlong into the elves' spear array.

"They actually have two magicians!" the Dark Elf officer let out an angry curse. The disorganized soldiers were unable to break through the opposing spear formation, and he knew that his counterattack had failed, but he still drove the cold beast to rush up from the flank. Although the battle was lost, the mage was far away from the team, and he should be able to kill the other party.

The magician wore a dirty-looking cloak and a bow in his hand, which was a bit odd. But at this moment, the commander of the dark elves didn't have time to care about such small details. Spear in hand, he used the leaping power of the cold beast to dodge the elves' spears, aiming the blade in his hand at the mage's neck.

Then he saw the magician's body move. Then, the gray cloak flew up and was stabbed in the face by his spear.

The touch from the spear told him to stab in the air. He tried to restrain the Chill Beast, but found that the mount was completely unresponsive. His body suddenly lost weight, and by the time he realized it was because the Cold Beast had severed its legs, he had fallen to the ground solidly. He tried to get up, only to see the elven magician turn his head. The magician held a two-handed sword in his hand, and he wore a suit of armor that shimmered silver under his cloak, with a red dragon painted in the center of the breastplate.

A flying arrow shot from the spur, through the gap in the armor, and into his neck. For a little time at the end of his life, there was only one question in his mind: "Isn't that a magician?"