If it were a human army, a general would not normally take such a risk. Because in today's human point of view, a general's duty is to think, lead, and command, and only when it is most compelled to lead the guards, a general who wants to be a soldier will not do his army any good. But the elves are different, and although these elves who call themselves Azul are beautiful in appearance and elegant in their manners, their reverence for courage is very strong. It is not uncommon for an elven general to personally charge into battle (especially in small battles of a few thousand men). So after Ashrufat gave this order, his subordinates did not try to stop it, but simply regarded it as a legitimate order.

Moreover, the so-called "prince" (or Prince Ashrufat) among the elves is equivalent to the level of a lord among humans if converted according to actual power.

Eshuruphat quickly came to the ranks of the Silverhelm Knights. He had a brigade of two hundred knights in the Silver Helmet. At this moment, he already knew what kind of soldier the Silver Helmet Knight was. Unlike the Marines, these knights were all made up of elven nobles, and their armor, weapons, and horses were all brought by themselves (not unlike human knights). These noble sons were all armed with expensive and ornate full armor, and were used as heavy cavalry on the battlefield. However, because the elven horses have better physical strength and agility than human horses, they can also perform some light cavalry tasks.

Ashrufat didn't know where the title "Silver Helmet" came from, but he estimated that it must have something to do with the tall helmets of the cavalry. Despite their own equipment, the Knights of the Silver Helmet have a surprisingly consistent helmet, which should be some kind of tradition. The helmets were large, ornate, and polished like mirrors, and the Silver Helmet Knights were all dressed in shiny white robes, which made their costumes appear uniform.

Many humans believe that the nobility of the elves must be elegant and noble, and they are good at various arts. But in fact, the elven nobles are also very realistic. They do not live in a paradise where there is no dispute, and it can even be said that their lives are full of threats. In this age of war, the elven nobles must be prepared for war. They taught their children music, literature, and poetry, but they also taught their children how to use spears, bows, and swords.

One of his subordinates brought him a war horse (he had been on foot with the Marines on the previous march). This type of horse is not much different from a human servant horse as a whole, but it differs in details. The elven war horse has a short head, a long neck and a beautiful shape, a tall and plump armor, a short and powerful back and waist, developed tendons in the limbs, a beautiful body shape, and a well-proportioned structure. Although Ashrufar was not an expert on horses, he had learned some appreciation for horses during his years as a knight, and such a divine horse was enough to become a great nobleman or even a king's collection in the realm of men, rather than being sent to battle.

"Let's go. Eshurufat jumped on his horse, and after a few attempts he found that the horse was very easy to handle, and the whole set of harness was similar to that of a human, and it seemed that the way humans and elves rode horses was no different. "Catch up with our evil cousin!"

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Karufu shook the reins lightly in his hand. Because he wears a heavy helmet that hides his face, leaving only a "T" slit, his vision is very poor. Normally, such a cumbersome helmet would not be worn on the march, but now he wore it on purpose.

If you wear this helmet, it will directly cover your face, except for your eyes and part of your nose. No one can judge his expression from the narrow "T" slit, and there is no way to know how he is feeling at the moment.

He was already a lord—that is, a true nobleman, as promised by the Witch King himself. If he can complete this mission and return home, he will become the de facto ruler of a territory (presumably a fortress, a smaller city). It's a dangerous mission, with more than a thousand soldiers, but they have to go deep into the big rear of those Azul and find a foothold for themselves without any backup. It would be at least thirty days before he could get his first reinforcements, and there was no one to guarantee the number of those reinforcements.

However, Karuf did not complain, in fact, he took the initiative to ask for this task. The rank of the Warrior Elves has been solidified, and it is close to impossible to upgrade from commoners to nobles or from nobles to princes. But the path among the dark elves is always open, but the way is usually sacrificed with death and blood. Karouf was once just a mid-level officer, without any special merits or experience, not even a nickname that was remembered, and belonged to the ordinary type. But because of this task, he was directly promoted to lord.

The Witch King wants to break the current deadlock, and he is really very urgent.

"Master!" a voice interrupted Karuf's train of thought. Because his helmet obscured his vision, he turned half his head to find the speaker. That's his scout captain.

"The sentry we left behind has reported the news!" said the captain's voice with a hint of surprise. "As you might expect, the Azuls are sending cavalry in pursuit, and the prince is among them. ”

"I want accurate information. Karuf's voice sounded cold, but he felt a wave of ecstasy in his heart.

"It's the Knights of the Silver Helmet!" the captain continued. "From a long distance you can see our stupid cousins dressed. One of them was dressed differently than the others and was at the top of the group...... The only explanation is the prince. ”

Sure enough, the young prince chose to pursue without hesitation.

Karouf had carefully judged the difference in military strength between the two sides. No traces of horses' hooves were found at the scene of the detachment's annihilation, suggesting that Prince Ashrufat's men were mainly infantry. It's easy to see why you don't need to bring any cavalry with you to become a lord in a port city. At this moment, the cavalry led by this prince was the army garrisoned in the city of Ereber, and the total number was about two hundred knights in the silver helmet.

There was also a reason why the prince was so bold, mainly because the distance between the two sides was too close. It is true that Karuf could not choose a battlefield where ambush tactics could be practiced. The so-called "ambush" is not something that can be found on the side of the road to hide, but requires all kinds of preparations. In a typical ambush tactic, in order to avoid being detected by the enemy, a large number of fortifications or camouflage items are required to ensure the concealment of the soldiers. Unless it's a special terrain such as dense forests, caves, etc., there is rarely a place where the natural environment is suitable for ambushing a force of hundreds of people. However, no one is stupid, and if there was such perfect terrain, anyone would stop and check the situation around first.

At least Karuf didn't think those Martial Elves would be so stupid as to rush headlong into a trap full of loopholes. Even if Prince Essrubat was young and reckless, his subordinates should have alerted him in time.

A young prince...... He thought in his heart, he won the first battle, and now his heart must be full of confidence and pride. Prince Ashrufat had only two hundred cavalry, and he had nearly fifty more than the prince. And he was sure that because he had been hiding his troops in the camp before, and had deliberately strengthened the perimeter counter-reconnaissance when he set out this time, and at the same time used magic as a cover, the scout troops of Azul must not be able to confirm the number of cavalry.

"Act according to the plan. Karuf ordered. "The infantry continued to advance. ”

His plan was simple and simple, that is, relying solely on the cold beast cavalry in his hand to face the Silver Helmet knights of Azur. If he could crush this force, he would be able to ensure a safe retreat. Of course, it is better to kill the young prince on the spot, so that he can even directly react back.

Under his leadership, the cold beast cavalry quickly formed a battle formation in the middle of the road. The sharp blades in the hands of the dark elves shone dangerously in the sunlight.

The wait time for Karouf was not long. Soon, Yasur's troops appeared in the distance. Seeing this, the Knights of the Silver Helmets quickly formed a formation from a safe distance. As cousins, the military qualities shown by the two sides at this time were very close, and there was silence in this land that was about to become a battlefield, only the officers and soldiers of the two armies looked at each other wordlessly with cold eyes full of hatred. The mounts under the crotches of both sides were infected by this atmosphere, and kept roaring and jumping.

The first to attack were the Dark Elves. Karuf raised his spear upward, and in an instant, the Chillbeast cavalry drove their crotch mounts together and began to march in small steps. At first, it was a small stride, but in an instant, the speed of the cold beast began to increase, and then before you knew it, it suddenly turned into a full-speed charge.

Not to be outdone, the Knights of the Silver Helmets began to charge in all directions in an instant. The Chillbeast roared and rolled like black thunder, and the Knights of the Silver Helmet met it head-on like white lightning. The earth seemed to tremble slightly.

"Do it!" Karuff gave the order to the warlock with his own will in his mind. The dark elf warlock who had been hiding on the side cast his magic in time, and in an instant, an invisible but terrifying demonic aura surrounded the dark elf soldiers, and normally, the fear caused by this magic would directly cause the other party to collapse, and only the most courageous soldiers would not flee. The magic did cause a brief moment of chaos, but in the next moment, the mages on the elven side also cast their magic in time, drawing energy from the winds of light and awarding it to the Knights of the Silver Helmet to strengthen their faith. The two opposing magics were evenly matched, with the Knights of the Silver Helmet not being disintegrated by the fear caused by magic, nor being extraordinarily brave by the amount of power that magic conferred.

The only result of this wave of magical encounters is that there is no result. In the blink of an eye, the cavalry of both sides had collided head-on.

It is difficult to describe the chaos and carnage of the moment when the two sides collided. The spears in the hands of the knights pierced each other, taking away countless blood and lives in an instant, and the war horses and cold beasts also fell in batches. Since both sides were not numerous, the battle line was insufficient in both length and thickness, and they did not fall into a melee after a wave of charges, as is the usual cavalry battle. Both the Dark Elves and the Divine Warrior Elves were quickly separated from the battle because of the high speed of their mounts. The ground was littered with wounded and dead, as well as mounts scattered out of riders' control. Almost all of the riders who had the misfortune to be knocked off their mounts had suffered severe trampling injuries, and even if they hadn't died, they would not be able to fight again.

The tip of Karuf's spear flew at least two Knights in the Silver Helmet, the second of which he struck in the neck that lacked armor protection, and the neck of Yasur was cut in half by his spear. The feeling of the hand coming from the hilt of the spear and the smell of blood from his nose made him feel a burst of mental excitement. In the brief moment when the cavalry of both sides regrouped, he suddenly burst out of the ranks, spear in hand, and challenged the Azuls one-on-one.

The Azuls will not ignore this challenge. As he had expected, an unusually well-dressed Azul (no doubt this was Prince Ashrufat) rose to his challenge.