After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

In the dense and chaotic battlefield, the destructive power of a strong individual is evident. Like entering the easy mode of a mowing game, the surrounding defenders become a bunch of moving targets. Life magic sweeps across, and the frenzied killing cuts and howls in the darkness.

The notes of life and death resounded, and the entire front began to sway precariously. The blessed rebels displayed formidable fighting power, and as the mutation of their flesh intensified, they gradually grew taller and more powerful under the bath of blood.

The mages took to the air in an emergency. The appearance of enemy divine units meant that they had to sacrifice their lives to save this precarious path.

One dangerous beam of magical light after another rained down. The elven mage poured the surging magic into his body, then abruptly stopped his flight spell and swooped down at high speed into the emerald light.

"Defend the light of the goddess; those who uphold the Way will never fall into hell!"

The divine spirit wiped the blood from her sword, roared, and summoned countless rebel soldiers who, layer upon layer, used their flesh and blood to protect her.

Magic surged into brilliant, flowing blood, causing the mountains to tremble. The bodies of the rebels were continuously peeled away. After a series of continuous explosions, the light of the divinely bestowed elf still shone brightly, appearing above a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

A flurry of arrows pierced her skin, but the divine elf advanced without hesitation, raising her longsword toward the ever-shrinking defensive line.

Swish!Swish!Swish!

Three dense, impenetrable arrows, like crashing waves, covered the entire rebel position.

After the first volley of arrows, the divine-given elf could barely stand, though he was riddled with arrows. In the second volley, the divine-given elf was thrown to the ground by the enormous impact, but tried to struggle to get up. After the third volley, the green light shattered along with his corpse, and he died of acute iron poisoning.

"What the hell is that thing? It's over two meters tall!"

"I don't know, we'll just have to be careful."

The former light cavalry, now soldiers of the Northern Army in the Second Regiment of the Knights Division, crossed the mountains and appeared on the battlefield.

It turned out that if the warhorses did not carry people, their marching speed in the mountains was quite fast, although they needed to take a detour.

The bow and arrow, which were previously useless, now had targets that could be easily killed.

When the densely packed human cavalry entered the battlefield, not only did the rebels retreat, but even the elven defenders retreated.

"My Duke, you should really let our old Marquis see this too."

Looking down from the mountaintop, one sees an enormous insect surrounded by a horde of undead scattered across the mountainside, while countless eerie, swaying figures can be seen within the raging forest.

The counterattack began immediately. The soldiers of the three battalions worked together efficiently. The first battalion built a defensive line, the second battalion used bows and arrows to continuously suppress the elven rebels, and the third battalion took off their armor from their horses and armed themselves with high-quality training.

"Humans...humans! Kill them all!"

Several divinely gifted elves glowing with green light emerged from the rebel ranks and charged forward with a roar.

At the same time, the undead army halfway up the mountain suddenly turned around, their scarlet eyes flashing like ghostly flames in the darkness.

The elven defenders retreated even faster, apparently because they still couldn't grasp the concept that humans were reinforcements.

The soldiers of the First Battalion gripped their rifles tightly, slowly adjusting and regrouping their formation. The mere few thousand elven rebels were not enough to pose a threat to them.

The second battalion, having cleared its arrows, quickly retreated to replace its equipment. Upon seeing this, the divinely gifted elf let out a maniacal laugh, and its charging speed increased even further.

The First Battalion remained motionless, maintaining their formation and coldly watching the green wave ahead, their knees bent as they prepared for battle.

Clang!

As the first rebel elf attempted to deflect the spear with his sword, the entire battalion instantly unleashed an extremely terrifying aura. Without any command, the densely packed and orderly spears, like a swift and decisive punch, roared into action amidst the blood.

"kill!"

A volley of spears suddenly thrust out from the front row, then quickly pulled back.

"Kill! Kill!"

After the spearmen in the rear helped the ones in the front to deal with the hanging corpses, they took several steps and once again sent the charging rebels sprawling.

The elves have forgotten what war is, but humanity has never stopped writing the history of war.

Two rows of spears spun like ingenious gears, sending the already slender and frail elf flying up and down. The spear tips, gleaming with a cold light, tore through her body and internal organs, steadily and swiftly pushing her into a sea of ​​blood.

Crushing the corpses beneath their feet, the rebel lines spilled out like mercury.

Even with their powerful regenerative abilities, the bodies of those divinely gifted elves were relentlessly and brutally attacked, constantly breaking and rebuilding, tearing away their flesh and organs.

Blood splattered, bones cracked and flesh shattered. The faith of the betrayers clashed with the most efficient violence. When death knocked on the door, even their faith was challenged.

"The messengers witnessed my slaughter, unafraid of the darkness's embrace. We are born to be destroyed, solely to deliver judgment upon heretics!"

"For the horn of hell, the end!"

The roars echoed across the mountaintop, shocking the mountain elves. Had these humans gone mad? Had they come to the elven kingdom to wage a holy war?

The rebels' laughable charge crumbled at the first touch, and the tide of battle turned. Meanwhile, the second and third battalions, equipped with heavy armor, simultaneously covered themselves with face shields.

With brutal gazes meeting the charging undead, they gripped their spears and rushed out of their positions, cascading down like a bursting waterfall.

The undead went berserk, and a great battle between steel and corpses suddenly broke out. The two armies barely paused for a moment before clashing together.

The restless warhorses could no longer wait; instinctively, they chose to pursue their companions, neighing as they launched an unexpected attack.

The knights, caught up in the chaos of battle, could hardly ignore the thunderous roar of horses behind them.

The warhorses charged into the fray, and the knights mounted their horses, spears in hand. They spread out in units of a hundred riders, and the rapid charge spread the flames of war to the mountainside. The sound of shattering bones became the only melody on the battlefield.

The dwarven scouts seized the opportunity, their nimble iron rams carrying them along the edge of the battlefield, their heavy warhammers smashing skulls in the process.

Intelligence gathering is always of paramount importance, but assessments of the enemy's combat capabilities are now meaningless.

The rebel elves are insignificant; the undead legions are more troublesome in a war of attrition.

Several days ago, the dwarves discovered that the undead were capturing these pointed ears, but unfortunately they could only see them from afar and could not get any concrete information.

But now the opportunity has come. The undead army has become disorganized due to the encirclement of the knights. Taking advantage of the chaos of the battlefield, the dwarves quickly slipped into the woods on the side and continued to accelerate towards the foot of the mountain.

They encountered a group of undead carrying elves along the way, but the dwarves didn't even look at them before crashing into them.

The forest rustled, and relying on their general sense of direction, the dwarves accurately located a huge cave that was clearly teeming with biological activity.

The fighting in the distance had not yet stopped, and before they could even enter the cave to gather intelligence, a woman with arms made entirely of bone appeared before them.

Nicole, who just wanted to get some fresh air, looked at the group of dwarves in the woods, tilted her head, and asked with a puzzled expression.

Dwarves? What are they doing here?

The dwarf, having identified his target, suddenly changed his expression and, without a word, grabbed the argali sheep by its horns and ran away.

It's the embodiment of a curse! One of them must survive and deliver this message to the young lady!