Warlords of the witcher world

Chapter 31: The Time of the Decisive Battle (Thousand Words)
All this time, Herme had been waiting for one thing.

That was the Scoia'tael's active attack, and this was what all the soldiers of the Encirclement and Suppression Army were waiting for.

As for why it was the Scoia'tael's active attack, the reason is very simple.

Under Herme's blockade and advance, the Scoia'tael's choice was either to fight hard, or to be completely besieged to death.

And Herme believed that with the character of El Dann, he would definitely choose to fight hard.

After reading El Dann's dossier records, Herme was sure that this was an avenger who would not hesitate to sacrifice his life to avenge mankind.

Even if such an elf dies, he will definitely choose to die in a fierce battle with humans.

And El Dann's strenuous effort did come.

The camp of the Yadian encirclement and suppression army is very busy now.

Teams of soldiers were assembled and lined up neatly waiting for the commander's order. From time to time, teams were sent out of the camp to rush to the front line in the melee.

But more people are still waiting nervously, some are nervous and some are not.

For example, the veterans are silently packing up their equipment and making final preparations for going into battle.

Messengers continued to arrive, bringing news of battles and calls for help.

"It's a mess, it's really a mess, why are there requests for help everywhere, are the Scoia'tael going crazy? They are besieging so many strongholds at the same time."

Viator looked at the letters asking for assistance, and said somewhat unacceptably.

In the past hour, calls for help came like snowflakes, no wonder Viator couldn't hold back.

"Calm down, my servant, do your job well, sort the information into categories, don't panic, and stay calm no matter what."

Facing the overwhelming amount of information, Herme didn't panic and appeared calm.

Herme just quietly watched the fort on the map with arrows showing that it was besieged by the Scoia'tael, and learned about the war.

It can even be said that he was a little excited.

El Dann's aggressive attack was undoubtedly intended to confuse him, but Herme would not be fooled.

He knew very well that the Scoia'tael in the decaying forest, even with the addition of the latest newcomers, would not be enough to support such an offensive. This scene only seemed to be huge.

This was all expected by Herme, and sooner or later the Scoia'tael would do so under his stranglehold.

It's just that they were more tolerant than Herme, and made Herme wait a lot longer than expected.

On the contrary, this made Herme quite impatient for a while. As the time he spent getting longer and longer, if the king of Wengerburg got impatient one day and ordered him to quickly take down the Scoia'tael, that would be All previous efforts were wasted.

But it doesn't matter now, they are still hooked after all, and things will be easy if they are hooked.

Compared to Scoia'tael's attack, Herme cared more about another matter.

That is, in all the reports, it is stated that the Scoia'tael is well equipped and the condition of the personnel is obviously good, and it has nothing to do with the hungry people.

It seems that Scoia'tael did not experience the expected shortage of supplies.

This made Herme very concerned. In the report just a week ago, the Scoia'tael corpses recovered from the battlefield were obviously malnourished and lacked equipment. How come the situation has turned into heaven and earth in the past week.

After thinking about it for a while, Herme thought that the Scoia'tael had taken out all the supplies and equipment at the bottom of the box in order to make a last-ditch effort.

He sighed a little, these Scoia'tael really could bear it, they actually left so many supplies until this moment.

However, keeping so many supplies will not change their fate of being destroyed. The Scoia'tael has now completely stepped into the big pit that Herme has set for them.

Stupid elves, just flop inside, you won't be able to flop.

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Herme's face, and the guards beside him were stunned. What's going on?Why did the lord suddenly laugh, and laugh so wretchedly.

"Tell each fortress that there is a way to hold it firmly. The Scoia'tael doesn't have that many troops, and most of the places are just feints after all. Don't lose your sense of proportion because of this. Keep your fortresses safe. They won't take it so easily."

Marondo said to the couriers who were about to set off. These couriers were all wearing chain mail and helmets to prevent them from being shot to death by Scoia'tael on the way to deliver the messages.

This is the strategy set by Herme, and it is also the most effective way to deal with it now.

Of course, this does not mean that Herme will not send support.

According to the importance of the fortress, Herme will give priority to sending reinforcements, such as those stuck on important roads.

As for the less important ones, we can only wait.

In Herme's opinion, it doesn't matter if those relatively minor fortresses are lost, so the defenders inside can only hope for luck.

But the Scoia'tael was not so easy to take down these fortresses. Given the nature of the Scoia'tael's guerrillas, it was actually very difficult for them to conquer even such a crude fortress.

Each fort has more than 50 defenders. If the squirrel wants to conquer a fort, it must gather more than [-] troops, and it must be relatively elite soldiers.

And how many people are there in the Scoia'tael now?Four hundred?five hundred?Neither is enough.

And judging from the information received so far, the Scoia'tael focused on besieging fortresses in key locations, and probably harassed and feinted attacks on secondary fortresses.

And if you ask what Herme and his main force are doing, there is only one thing they do, and that is to wait.

Based on the available information, it is difficult for Herme to judge whether the main force of El Dann will appear.

He is now waiting for the main force of the elves to appear, so that he can lead the main force to wipe out these damn Scoia'tael in one fell swoop and solve the troubles of the kingdom.

Or it doesn't matter if El Dann doesn't come out, the Scoia'tael launched such a massive offensive, and the retreaters will bring Herme to that guy.

Hemei thought that Eldan might use this method to induce them to fight the Scoia'tael position and gain an advantage for himself, but he said that it didn't matter at all.

When the time comes, he will just go to fight the Scoia'tael's position, it doesn't matter at all, he has an absolute superiority in military strength, no matter what conspiracy the Scoia'tael has, this power can break it.

Time flies, and the battle reports ahead continue to come.

Everything was as expected by Herme. The Scoia'tael's attacks on the various fortresses retreated in embarrassment after leaving a large number of corpses. Most of the attacks were only looking at one thing after all.

Attacking everywhere, Scoia'tael everywhere, but attacking everywhere fails, that's the status quo of Scoia'tael.

The situation is developing in a direction that favors the Adian people, and because of this, the mood of the people in the barracks is no longer so tense, and the officers under Heme are all free to joke and chat with each other.

For example, Bogo was chatting with Vigoles about which vodka is better on both sides of the Blue Mountains. The two even went to take out a bottle and poured a small glass to taste it. It didn't look like they were here for a war.

Charlene was also there, but he was sitting in a wheelchair. He looked around boredly, looking quite bored.

The soldiers also formed to restore their previous state, no longer tense there, but most of them were arranging their equipment and preparing for battle.

"Lord Herme."

When Herme drank Toussaint's Easter and waited for the news, a voice interrupted.

That's Layla, and she's not in the right shape right now.

The cloth surface on the iron armor was scratched, the knife marks were obvious, and there were some bloodstains, but judging from the distribution, it was obviously not hers.

Leila obviously came after a battle. The female officer in military uniform hurried up to Herme and told him the news he had been waiting for for a long time.

"Eldane, Eldan, we've found him! We know where that bastard elf is!"

In this battle, the task of the Aedirn Special Forces is to find El Dann's location through Scoia'tael's rout.

Prior to this, special forces had also carried out such missions, but they all ended in failure in the end, and they paid a lot of sacrifices because of this.

Because what they encountered were Scoia'tael's professional guerrilla fighters, who were very good at hiding the traces of their actions.

They even took advantage of the pursuit of special forces to lay traps on the enemy's road, and many people were trapped to death in this way.

But this time was different. The Scoia'tael attacking was mixed with a large number of amateurs, that is, the non-human races that the Scoia'tael had "rescued" from Herme before.

Herme knew very well that it was difficult for these good and bad guys to hide their whereabouts.

So they probably pointed out a way for themselves to El Dann, and let Herme take down the elf whose head the king had named.

Not to mention that the larger the scale of the operation and the more problems that may arise, the more likely they will leave traces leading to their lair.

So he sent all the special forces out, and now is the time when they are needed, and King Demawi organized this force to let them do this.

When she received this order, Leila was very emotional. She had been waiting for this order for a long time, so she took her subordinates into the forest immediately after receiving the order.

So when Leila came back and said that she had found El Dann, Herme immediately stood up from the marching chair.

His precious Toussaint wine was spilled on the ground directly because of this action, and the bright red wine flowed on the ground like blood.

And Herme didn't care anymore, a bottle of Toussaint wine was nothing compared to victory.

"El Dann and his bandits now occupy the ruins of a palace, which we guess should be Kedev Gernwild."

"Tsk, it really is hiding in that ruin."

Herme was not surprised that the Scoia'tael was hiding there.

In fact, from the very beginning, Herme suspected that the ruined palace was the place of the Scoia'tael, so a ruined palace was too suitable as a campsite.

Unfortunately, he was unable to find his way to the palace, and the locals did not know how to get there.

As far as Hemei knows so far, the decayed forest has not changed much externally, but the internal changes are not small.

Moreover, the cartographer of this map did it very casually when drawing the map of the interior of the decaying forest, and even filled in many places for granted in order to fill in the blanks.

The place that used to be a road has turned into a forest, and the place that used to be a bridge has been broken for an unknown amount of time. There are scenes that don't match the map everywhere.

Previously, all the scouts sent by Hemei to the depths of the forest never returned. Only the special forces came back smoothly, but basically everyone was injured, and often a few people had to be folded in.

Seeing such a loss, Herme also stopped this kind of investigation.

This is a waste of manpower, and it's not worth paying so much for a palace where you can't be sure whether there are enemies.

Of course, if Herme knew that Kedev Gernveld was the hideout of the Scoia'tael, no matter how many people he sacrificed, he would send people in continuously.

"Tell the lads we're going to work! Layla! Show us the way, let's deal with those damned inhumans."

"Yes!"

Layla replied at the top of her voice, her voice laced with fanatical hatred.

The Arden officer's hatred of Scoia'tael was so fanatical that she wished they were dead.

Layla has elven blood on her body, and her mother was a half-elf, so she's a quarter-elf.

In the northern society, having the blood of elves means contempt and hostility, and Leila's life naturally goes without saying.

As a result, she suffered from discrimination from her surroundings. After the Scoia'tael movement rose, this discrimination intensified and turned into persecution.

And she turned discrimination into strength, into hatred of Scoia'tael.

So she joins King Demawi's special forces, an army that hates elves, and one that can grant Layla's wishes.

As soon as the order was issued, the entire camp also boiled.

The militiamen of Fort Sazar immediately made the final formation to prepare for the final battle.

The Cossacks put on their armor excitedly, and a few of them mounted their horses, not forgetting to make all kinds of strange howls.

After fighting the Scoia'tael for a long time, the Cossacks also learned to arm themselves as much as possible, but it is a pity that they often can't find any good things for a while, and most people can only wrap thick clothes as armor.

Damn, after waiting for so long, I can finally start working.

"Go! Go and chop off the heads of those elves! Kick their heads like balls!"

A Cossack shouted like this, and his shout was unanimously cheered by everyone.

After being bothered by these damn elves for so long, I can finally solve this trouble!

These days, although the Cossacks had not lost many lives in the battle with the elves, there were really a lot of wounded.

The Scoia'tael's fighting style is aimed at causing wounds and increasing the burden on the enemy.

Because a wounded person can obviously bring more pressure to the enemy than a dead person.

Many people were pierced by traps on the soles of their feet, or shot by arrows when chasing or on duty. Although they were not fatal, they were disgusting.

And those who are unlucky, encounter elves who are specially aimed at torturing people and killing people at the same time.

Then he really died in wailing, and such a person would consume a lot of human medical supplies.

Herme was very pressured by these means, but he was well prepared.

Moreover, both Rosenberg and Edsberg are doing their best to provide him with supplies, and he can bear the resource troubles caused by these tricks of the elves.

The herbalists and surgeons in the neighborhood were all called up by him to provide medical services to the army, and save every soldier he could from the evil tricks of the elves.

And seeing his comrades wailing because of the various tricks of the elves, the Cossack naturally became more angry.

They also became cruel to the elves. As long as a captive falls into their hands, don't think about it. If it is a female elf, it will be even more miserable. Basically, they are killed after being raped day and night.

For this, Herme has always pretended not to see it.

Anyway, these elves have to die, and it doesn't matter if they die sooner or later. Now that they have embarked on the road to becoming Scoia'tael, they must prepare for this day.

And the elves are just as cruel to humans, especially in El Dann's Partisans, a Scoia'tael commando full of extremists.

Human beings are nothing more than an eye for an eye, an eye for an eye.

Whenever he saw the elves being tortured, Herme would think of a battle report he saw not long after he came to the Rotten Forest.

It was when a group of Cossacks were patrolling the road in the decaying forest, they found a huge old tree full of captives tied up, some of them were dead, some of them were still alive, but they were screaming like human beings.

Because the elves smeared their bodies—especially the wounds—with resin.

The resin attracted countless insects to wreak havoc on the supposedly cut wounds, causing incomparably great pain to the captives.

The Cossacks naturally rushed up to untie the ropes of these poor people, but before the person who had just been untied by them could say thanks, a rocket shot out.

The flames consumed the tree and everything on it, the captive and the Cossacks beside him.

Then Scoia'tael launched a surprise attack on the Cossacks, who were terrified by the flames.

Although the Scoia'tael was repelled in the end, the Cossacks who had seen that scene felt very heavy.

Therefore, when feeling compassion for elves, Hermi would always think of this example.

You must not be lenient when dealing with these Scoia'tael!Only a dead Scoia'tael is a good Scoia'tael!

The Cossacks completed the entire team extremely quickly, or in other words, they were on standby from the beginning.

And the militiamen of Fort Sazar were even more well-prepared, they had already stood by Herme's side and waited for orders.

The commander-in-chief of bandit suppression (Suppression Chief) rode on his horse, which was covered with a thick cloth for defending against arrows. He Mei looked at his subordinates who were waiting for orders, and said briefly.

"Go! Let's kill those elves!"

His words were greeted with cheers, and then the long-prepared team started to move towards the Scoia'tael's lair.

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Under the leadership of Leila, Herme's army took the fastest route to the elf ruins.

Along the way, they kept cutting down trees and building bridges, and opened up roads in the forest.

The workload is not very large, because the road they are walking is obviously a road that many people have walked and stepped on. All they have done is to widen the road.

Leila said that this road is the Scoia'tael trail, and it is the existence of these things that makes her sure that this direction leads to the Scoia'tael headquarters.

From time to time, they could see traces of battle in the forest.

The corpses of soldiers belonging to the Aden Special Forces were mixed with those of the Scoia'tael, which showed that it was not an easy journey for Leila and the others.

"A lot of comrades died along the way, and it was still difficult for us to hide under the eyes of the elves, and even the elves set up a game for us, but the winner was ultimately us."

Leila admitted directly that they suffered heavy losses,
"But it was all worth it, it was all worth it, and none of these sacrifices were in vain."

Layla's face didn't move as she said those words.

She didn't feel sad for the death of these comrades in arms, because he knew very well that he was already lucky to be able to die like this.

As the frontline fighter of the Scoia'tael Party, she had seen many, many cruel methods of those elves, so it was a kind of luck to die like this.

And every time she saw her comrades die under the torture of the Scoia'tael, the hatred in her heart would be further strengthened, and then use hatred to urge herself to make further efforts.

Herme agrees with Leila's words, because the human army is heading to the Scoia'tael's lair.

With them getting there, the end of Scoia'tael will come, and the sacrifices will surely be worth it.

"Brothers, work harder, we are about to send the elves to die soon."

Herme shouted to the crowd, and the fighters responded with cheers.

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And as they approached the destination, the sound of shouting and killing reached the ears of Hemei and the others.

At a glance, members of the Special Forces were fighting Scoia'tael in the woods.

Both sides used short knives and daggers, so they were fighting hand-to-hand, and the fighting was extremely cruel.

Even if it was far away, Herme saw a special forces soldier with his arm cut off, and the blood spurted out so badly that it was a bit scary to look at.

Layla drew her long sword, fanaticism written on her face, fanaticism for participating in battles, fanaticism for killing elves.

As an outstanding warrior, she took off the head of an elf who hadn't noticed the enemy behind her with one strike, as easy as chopping an onion.

Blood dripped on her face, and with that fanatical face, everyone who saw this scene would shudder.

Herme had seen Leila like this before. To be honest, he was really a little scared. Leila's enthusiasm really made him shudder.

And every time like this, he was always glad that at least this extremely fanatical murderer was on their side.

How could it be possible to satisfy Layla's murderous desire by killing one, and soon, the second, third...

And the Cossacks at the front also joined the battle directly, and they were finally able to fight the elves, which really made people hold back for a long time.

Facing the sudden rush of reinforcements, the Scoia'tael was naturally invincible. Many elves had their throats slit in haste, and were beaten back steadily.

After a fight, the elf could only retreat in embarrassment, towards the ruins.

A few brave elven war-dancers, bare-chested warriors holding slender machetes, stood for their fellow men.

Their battle is like a dance, and it is indeed a dance of death, which is why they are called War Dancers.

And when the dance ceases, it is their time to die, but they have no regrets nor fear, for their brethren have retreated under their cover.

The soldiers of the special forces did not pursue because they received orders not to attack, even Leila did not pursue after seeing the elves retreat.

But the Cossacks couldn't control themselves. They shouted war slogans and killed them. They just wanted to kill more elves and use these elves' heads to prove their glory.

The Cossacks chased like this, and then they found a piece of ruins appeared in front of them. It turned out that they had chased out of the forest without knowing it.

The ruins were Kedf Grnwed, the ancient palace of the elves.

And in the ruins, a group of elf archers were waiting there, their bows and arrows were draped with arrows, and the arrows were shining with cold light.

If you look carefully, you will find that there are chain mails under the robes of these elves.

"Shoot! Take care of these Dh'oine!"

(Dh'oine: A derogatory term for humans by elves.)
Accompanied by these shouts, the bowstring twitched, and the arrows flew out, flying towards the Cossacks who were either lightly armored or unarmored, and most of them did not carry shields.

Obviously, this is a trap prepared by the elves.

The wailing of the Cossacks filled the sky, and many people fell like felled wheat, their bodies full of arrows.

After being hit head-on like this, the Cossack calmed down as if being poured by a basin of cold water, but it was a pity that it was too late at this time, and many people had no chance to regret it.

The Cossacks did not continue to charge, because even if they were as reckless as them, they could see that it was foolish to continue to charge.

If they continue to attack, they will only die on the way forward.

The Cossack, who was still able to move, turned his head and ran, and the elf's arrows immediately caught up.

Cossacks kept falling in the process until they fled into the forest.

The elves didn't kill the wounded who fell to the ground, they just made the wounded howling, making the whole scene look very miserable.

And as soon as someone tried to drag the howling comrade into the forest, the elves would immediately shoot that person to death.

The blood of the wounded continued to flow, and soon converged into a stream.

The Cossacks were very anxious when they saw this scene. It felt too bad to see their comrades dying and being unable to do anything.

Especially the comrades are still accusing them of why they didn't come to save them, and if they continue to bleed, they will really die.

The wounded who are on the verge of death don't care about any conspiracy. Their desire for life prompts them to keep shouting and put pressure on their comrades until someone can't bear the psychological pressure and comes out to save others.

This is one of the strategies of the elves, using the wounded to induce humans to rescue, and the rescued person is the next victim of their arrows.

However, this situation did not last long, and things changed immediately when the Sazarburg militiamen and the Sechi Cossacks arrived.

Knowing that elves are good at using bows and arrows, Herme ordered to bring a large number of shields.

Naturally, the soldiers carrying these large shields couldn't move fast, so they arrived only now.

As they arrived, after learning about the situation, these people immediately rushed out of the forest with their shields under Herme's order to provide cover for the wounded on the ground.

The Cossacks quickly dragged their comrades behind under the cover of those big shields.

Seeing this, the elves also stopped shooting, because they knew that continuing to shoot was just a waste of ammunition.

But it would be a big mistake to think that the elves gave up because of this, as long as the body or something else is exposed outside the shield, the elves' arrows will immediately fly.

However, the soldiers here will not make such low-level stupid mistakes. In the daily see-saw with the elves, such people have long been eliminated.

In this way, the two sides have temporarily entered a stalemate, but both sides understand that such a stalemate is only temporary.

The order to attack could come at any time, and it was just the calm before the storm.

"Finally, this moment has come. After this battle is over, the king's order can finally be fulfilled."

Under the cover of the guard's shield, Herme looked at the ruins of the palace that had been heavily guarded by the Scoia'tael, and her tone was full of emotion.

"That's right, Master Herme, get rid of these Scoia'tael, and we can finally get rid of this troublesome place."

Marondo agreed, and his tone was full of relief. In any case, this annoying thing is finally coming to an end.

"Speaking of which, what are you planning to do after the battle? Return to Wengerburg? After all, the tasks assigned by the king are basically completed."

Taking advantage of the situation, Herme asked about Marondo's plan, and he wanted to talk about it.

Regarding Marondo's status with the king, Herme knew about it, and Marondo also knew that Herme knew about it, so there was nothing for the two of them to hide when they mentioned this matter, they just said it.

"I'm basically a Sazarburger now, Lord Herme, and I have too many interests in Sazarburg. After I go back this time, I will hand in a letter of resignation to the king."

Marondo smiled at Herme, who responded with this.

There is no need to say more about this matter, both parties already know it, so there is no need to say more.

"Lord Herme, what should we do now?"

A soldier came up to Herme and asked him about his next strategy.

It wasn't just this soldier, as the question was asked, everyone around looked at Herme, waiting for his answer.

And Herme looked around, confirmed the situation, and then nodded slightly.

"What to do, let the firemen shoot a round, and then everyone will charge!"

Herme's answer was very simple and direct. At this point, there was only one way to attack by force.

And what answered him was a shout full of fighting spirit, which was exactly what everyone wanted to hear.

Not long after Herme finished speaking, there was a crackling sound.

This is the sound of fire door guns firing. Listening to that sound, there are quite a few fire door guns fired.

As soon as the sound of the Huomen gun fell, the militiamen and Cossacks of Fort Saza rushed up, roaring, and rushed towards the elves' battle line.

That burst of fire door guns knocked down many elf archers who hadn't adapted to this new weapon, but they didn't panic because of it.

In the past battles, the elves have been exposed to this thing a lot, and this will not scare them and make them lose their fighting power.

They bent their bows and set arrows, shooting at the charging humans.

The elves are elite archers, and soon they rained arrows on the battlefield.

Under the arrows, many brave assailants fell down. The arrows of the elves were accurate and ruthless. Even if they were wearing heavy armor and holding a shield, they might be shot to death.

Some people fell into the elf trap full of spikes and were killed by the spikes inside, which shows that the elves were fully prepared from the beginning.

But no one flinched, because everyone knew that this could be over in no time.

Humans climbed over the outermost fortifications and rushed into the elves' battle line, and the two sides immediately began to fight fiercely.

The elves drew their scimitars and raised their spears, just as their ancestors had once defended the side of the palace against human attacks.

The human beings faced the swords and spears and greeted them without fear, intending to defeat these elves.

The ancient elf palace is now once again spilled with the blood of elves and humans, just like the old wars are rekindled.

If people who understand history are here, they will definitely say that this is history repeating itself, but the two sides fighting here don't care.

The attacking humans didn't know what was going on with the ruins, and didn't know that it was the "masterpiece" of their ancestors.

The defending elves do, but they're dying soon.

The Cossacks are powerful spearheads. They slam into the elves with a fearless attitude, and then start those bloody and thrilling dances with the elves.

The Sazaburg militia moved forward with a solid front, consolidating the success of the Cossack assault, and if the elves collided with this front, what they would meet would only be death.

Afterwards, the special forces, mercenaries, and local braves protected their flanks and fought with the elves in the ruins, with swords, guns, swords and halberds constantly coming and going.

Naturally, the Scoia'tael could not sit still. They also organized several counter-attacks, intending to drive the humans out, but they all failed in the end.

The battlefield is changeable, and as the two sides continue to "come and go", soon, the front in the traditional sense has disappeared, leaving only melee and melee.

Even Herme and his guards got into battle from time to time, and the elf regarded him as the focus of the assault.

From time to time, elves rushed to him and wanted to take his head off, but they made a wrong calculation.

These elves were finally trampled to death by Herme and his cavalry under the hooves of their horses.

Although Hemei didn't have any superpowers, he was still an outstanding fighter. It would be very difficult for ordinary three or five people to kill him.

Not to mention, there are dozens of guards around him, protecting him like an iron bucket.

Facing these tin cans, the elves couldn't break through their lines at all, they could only be killed.

On the main battlefield, every corner of the ruins has become a target of contention, and there are battles everywhere. It can be said that battles are everywhere, everywhere.

During the battle, many elves were bare-chested and painted with paint, looking like the barbarians in the story.

These elves were indeed as crazy as the barbarians in fighting, and caused a lot of trouble for humans.

Moreover, the Scoia'tael was well prepared, and there were traps in many places in the ruins of the palace.

Scoia'tael will deliberately back off, and the pursuing humans will find sharpened wooden spikes thrown from their heads.

However, the number of besieging humans has an absolute advantage after all, and a steady stream of reserve forces rushed into the ruins.

Even so, this battle still made Herme frown constantly. There was no other reason. Although humans had such a huge advantage, it was too ugly to rely solely on the consumption of numbers, and the speed of casualties was still rising.

But there was not much he could do about it. Humans and elves were mixed together in the melee, and the crossbowmen and firemen couldn't maintain their output at all, so they could only aim for half a day and shoot one shot at a time.

Herme could only sigh, and then continued to send troops to the front line, hoping to end all this as soon as possible.

The blood of the elves continued to scatter on the floor of Kedev Gernveld, just like the warriors of the elf king in the past kept retreating.

But the elves still did not bow their heads, they bravely rushed up to face the enemy, just like the elves warriors back then.

Even if you die, you must hold a sword and die bravely in the battle with the enemy.

Moreover, their commando captain El Dann also promised that death would not be worthless, and he was preparing a ceremony, a ceremony that would allow their deaths to destroy the enemy.

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In the dilapidated palace of the elven monarch, Eldan watched the Nilfgaardian lay out spells on the ground.

The grounds of the palace were filled with strange stones which the Nilfgaardians said were taken from the place of magic, and which still carried the magic of the place of magic, which was essential to their ceremonies.

Then, there is a glass bottle that looks very different. This glass bottle has multiple layers of protection, and the opening is still tightly sealed. It is impossible to see what is inside.

And the people of Nilfgaard said that this is the great masterpiece of the empire, and the plague of corruption is also the highlight of today.

Finally, there is a small black slime, which emits a very pungent smell, which makes people feel very uncomfortable.

The magic circle of the Nilfgaardians made Eldan feel very bad. The black and twisted lines were smeared on the floor of the hall of the former elf king, which made him feel profane.

And consciously told him that what the Nilfgaardian smeared was probably not a good thing.

"Ah, this is something invented by some Lilit believers in the empire."

Noticing El Dann's eyes, the Nilfgaardian explained,
"It's true that it's not made of good stuff, but it's very much in line with current needs."

Looking at Eldan's expression, Warlock immediately saw what he was thinking.

If it was normal, the people of Nilfgaard would definitely be eccentric. They have fallen to this point, and they still care about these things, which is really hypocritical.

But now, he just introduced it calmly.

"I felt like I was desecrating the temple of my ancestors."

Looking around, Eldan said with a little melancholy.

But then it became firm,

"But now, it doesn't matter. The glory of the ancestors has long since fallen into the dust, and it is nothing more than adding another stroke."

Eldan's keen hearing told him that the enemy was getting closer.

His men are almost dead, and it won't be long before the people of Aedirn will come here.

And he is also going to play his own role on this stage.

The commando captain drew his scimitar, the blade gleaming in the light.

"Go, elf, and when you take the last step, I will take the last step, and your death will become the people of Aedirn, and perhaps even the nightmare of the whole North."

There was more respect in the muffled voice of the Nilfgaardian, and this was the first time he had shown respect to the elves.

Because he knew that the elf was heading towards death.

Not surprisingly, this was the last time they saw each other.

Since it's the last time we meet, don't be so eccentric.

Eldan nodded, "Then goodbye, Nilfgaardian."

(End of this chapter)