After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

Amidst the turbulent times, the overseas elves were unaware that they had just brushed past the demon fleet. By the time they had consolidated their military intelligence, joined forces with the Serfland squad and five thousand new human soldiers, and headed south again to the elven beach, the demon flagship at the port had already extended a friendly request for cooperation.

Humans and elves have no enmity, and neither do demons. In fact, demons are happy to see the elves fall from grace, as it would eliminate a competitor in their quest to unify the continent.

Serfland was stunned. With a solemn expression, he looked at the human soldiers on the deck, rubbed his forehead, and declined the demon's invitation to meet.

There was no time to weigh the pros and cons, so Serfland could only arrange for the fleet to land at another small port and then send people to gather information about the main force of the Northern army.

The once desolate seaside town is now densely packed with elves seeking refuge. Their clothes are tattered, indicating they have endured a long journey. The soldiers learned from their inquiries that these elves intend to sail to an island a hundred kilometers away to escape the calamity brought by the undead.

Another piece of troublesome news.

Serfland's brow furrowed deeply; the two expeditionary forces from other races were mortal enemies...

Imagine you have a bloodthirsty demon in your house, along with two neighbors who want to kill each other. Then, the neighbors bring the demon to your elderly grandmother's room, ready to use her as the backdrop for a brutal, hand-to-hand combat.

As if things weren't bad enough, perhaps sensing Serfland's choice, the demon fleet immediately announced a blockade of the port, forbidding any ships from evacuating with elves.

Serfland ordered his soldiers to establish a military zone in the town, both to properly accommodate the fleeing elves and to build defensive fortresses to guard against the demon forces.

However, there were too many elves, so many that Serfland had no choice but to stand against the demons and use its warships to transport the elves to the eastern territory of the human kingdom.

The demons appeared to be inactive, maintaining restraint and silence, but perhaps due to humanity's persistent propaganda, Serfland was also aware of the demons' greed and cruelty.

In the customs of the demon race, they have no concept of diplomacy. If the demon race wants to truly understand a race, they will definitely use force first.

Strength is the sole standard by which their society operates; these cunning wolves will kill every vulnerable prey.

A tense atmosphere was spreading. By constantly peering through his binoculars at the messengers coming and going in the demon camp, Serfland had already guessed their purpose.

Just as he had predicted, at two o'clock in the morning, with the return of a demon cavalry, the entire assembled demon army launched a surprise attack on the elven army like a flood bursting its banks.

Unlike the slow and aloof native elves, Serfran's overseas elven army had all undergone rigorous training. With Serfran's prior precautions, the 20,000-strong elven army quickly poured into the various fortresses and swiftly took control of the lines.

"Prioritize attacking the enemy cavalry and stop their advance!"

Serfland calmly gave orders, but the earth-shaking tremors caused by the galloping warhorses made him stagger and grab onto a table and chair before he could stand up firmly and rush to the front line immediately.

Humans and demons are undoubtedly the most powerful races on this continent. Demons are not only warlike, but they also pray to the goddess for power. Humans, on the other hand, are better at managing affairs. Once a leader unites a country, the fighting power of the human kingdom will undergo a dramatic change.

In contrast, while the overseas elves are also frequently involved in wars, they are accustomed to small-scale skirmishes at sea. However, in terms of fighting spirit, the battles on the turbulent seas that have resulted in the annihilation of entire units have long since restored the elves' courage to fight to the death.

"Eighty meters, volley fire!"

With the arrival of Serfland, the longsword forged from volcanic spirit wood became a streak of light piercing the night sky.

Behind the neatly arranged wooden fence, the elves raised their bows and bent over, unleashing wave after wave of arrows.

In naval warfare, archery is paramount, which is why the overseas elves are all skilled archers. However, upon hearing the ping-pong sound of a table tennis ball in the night, Serfland quickly turned around and roared angrily.

"Prepare the hooks and chains! First and third guards, follow me!"

The heavily armed demon cavalry, with both men and horses clad in sturdy iron armor, had already charged out of the rain of arrows and recklessly crashed into the elven army's defensive line.

The reinforced gate was destroyed after only a few minutes, and the demon cavalry, who had just gained momentum, entered the town's streets, only to be interrupted by the elven army that appeared on both sides.

The elves circled the house, swiftly throwing out their iron hooks and chains. The former were mainly used to attack cavalrymen on horseback, while the latter were used to pull up and impede the horses' charge.

Many of the demon cavalrymen were pulled off their horses, and as the elves dragged them to the sides, the demon soldiers were brutally killed by countless blades.

However, the demon cavalry quickly reacted. They either helped each other cut the ropes or huddled together, dismounting and launching an attack on the elves.

The battlefield quickly descended into stalemate and chaos. Arrows, which proved ineffective, lost their value in the darkness. The elves were forced to engage in close combat, and as more and more demon reinforcements arrived, the human recruits could no longer remain idle.

The young lady's demand that they cooperate with the elves implies that your combat strength is insufficient...

Lies don't hurt, truth is the knife.

We must admit our lack of strength!

But that doesn't stop them from proving that they are also a loyal force under the young lady's command!

"Brothers, we swear to defend the young lady's honor to the death!"

Five thousand human soldiers launched an attack, armed with spears, their only weapon of skill. They had only learned a few basic offensive and defensive moves under the young lady's tutelage.

The shouts were deafening, but the chaotic footsteps immediately revealed to the demons that this was a third-rate force. But their appearance... the more they looked, the more they resembled... humans?

"It's human!"

A battle cry instantly resounded throughout the demon army, and an excited look appeared on the face of every demon soldier.

Serflan, who had slain several heavily armored demon soldiers with his elegant and agile swordsmanship, immediately sensed something was wrong.

He didn't have time to wipe the blood off his face. The attack launched by the human soldiers was both a danger and an opportunity. While the demons were distracted by the humans, they could regroup and find the demon army's weaknesses to launch a counterattack.

"Cowards who only know how to hide behind high walls! I will tear you all to pieces!"

The demon soldiers, their eyes fixed solely on the human army, let out a terrifying battle roar. Several towering ogres immediately charged forward, wielding their battle axes to cut through the iron chains and plunge into the forest of spears.