The job change is a bizarre and calamity; the nation begs me to tone it down.

Su Qiong's confidence in making such a bold proposal came from Lin Yuan.

The night before, Lin Yuan's undead reconnaissance network had practically turned half of the Elf Forest's interior upside down.

Thousands of scout bone dragons and ghost riders ventured deep behind enemy lines under the cover of night.

Undead creatures that need neither food nor sleep and are not afraid of the dark move about under the impenetrable canopy of the Elf Forest.

The location of each defensive fortification, the troop deployment of each watchtower, and the time pattern of each patrol route.

Everything was recorded in detail and then transmitted back to the rear through Lin Yuan's vision sharing.

The Elven defense layout was clearly marked on the Calamity Army's battle map.

It's no different from being stripped naked.

According to reconnaissance intelligence, the Elven race did not still maintain four lines of defense along the more than 3,000-kilometer journey from Falling Cloud City to the Emerald Palace.

Instead, only three paths remain.

However, the quality of these three lines of defense is vastly different from that of Silver Fern Valley and Falling Cloud City.

The first line of defense, Crescent Pass.

Crescent Moon Pass is a natural geological pass located at the entrance to a narrow canyon in the heart of the Elf Forest.

The ancient trees on both sides soar into the clouds, their intertwined roots forming a natural barrier.

The elves have built a defensive wall across the canyon, covered with multiple layers of barriers and magical shields, making it look quite formidable.

The problem is that the quality of the entire defense line is ridiculously poor.

Lin Yuan's reconnaissance report was written very clearly.

The total number of troops defending Crescent Pass was less than 30,000, and most of them were remnants of soldiers who had retreated from various places. There was no unified command and no high-level combat force stationed there.

There isn't even a single general at the Saint level.

It was called a defensive line, but it was more like a fig leaf hastily put together by the elves in a panic.

In Su Qiong's own words, "This is not a defensive line, this is a roadblock."

And indeed, the Calamity Army set off from Fallen Cloud City and advanced at full speed along the ancient elven road.

The tracks of mechanical units rumbled as they rolled over the green flagstones, aerial units weaved through the treetops, and ground troops marched forward in orderly steps.

The once tranquil birdsong and insect sounds in the Elf Forest were all swallowed up by the roar of the marching army.

The advance was faster than expected.

The ancient road of the Elven race was extremely well-preserved, with a flat and wide surface. Although the ancient trees on both sides were lush and leafy, they did not pose any obstacle to the march.

On the contrary, the tree canopies shielded the soldiers from the scorching sun, sparing them from the agony of being exposed to the blazing heat.

The elven outposts they occasionally encountered along the way were either deserted or left with only three or five terrified sentries who dropped their weapons and ran away at the mere sight of the vanguard of the Calamity Army.

The mobile forces on the left and right flanks fared even better, and the small strongholds scattered along both sides of the ancient road were basically destroyed at the first touch.

In some strongholds, no decent resistance was organized; as soon as the vanguard of the mobile force appeared, the elven garrison inside raised the white flag.

It can be said that the battle of Falling Cloud City dealt a far greater blow to the morale of the Elven race than imagined.

Eland's death is not simply the loss of a Saint-level combatant.

He is the spiritual pillar of Luoyun City.

He is the only remaining supreme commander of the Elven race on the front lines.

When news spread throughout the Elven Forest that he had been reduced to ashes by a snap of the fingers of the Calamity Army's commander, the fighting spirit of the elven soldiers on the front lines had already collapsed by more than half.

They had seen with their own eyes, or heard about how terrifying the young human commander was.

Monsters that can be easily extinguished even when a saint self-destructs, what can they use to stop them?

This sense of despair quickly spread among the remaining Elven forces, proving more deadly than the decaying aura of Twitch, the source of the plague.

Once morale collapses, even the strongest defenses are nothing but paper.

Meanwhile, the Calamity Army was riding high on morale; the great victory at Falling Cloud City had put the entire army in a state of high spirits.

This unit, from top to bottom and inside to outside, exudes an unstoppable fighting spirit.

After only a few hours of forced march, the vanguard of the Calamity Army had already advanced to the edge of Crescent Pass.

Looking into the distance, the elven defensive wall that spans the canyon stands tall in front of you.

The walls gleamed with a magical, pale green sheen.

On the top of the wall, one could vaguely see figures moving about; it was the guards running back and forth nervously.

From the depths of the canyon behind the defensive wall, a cacophony of noise could be faintly heard, as if a large number of troops were being hastily mobilized.

Gu Xu stood at the forefront of the vanguard and looked up at the defensive wall.

A breeze blew from the direction of the canyon, carrying the fresh scent of grass and trees from the Elf Forest, brushing against his cheeks. He took his hands out of his pockets, cracked his knuckles, and they made two snapping sounds.

"Brothers, don't keep them waiting too long."

"A swift and decisive victory!!!"

As soon as Gu Xu gave the order, the rumbling sound of machinery turning came from the dense forest behind him.

Before long, dozens of heavy armor-piercing guns were unloaded from the supply wagons by the brothers of the engineering battalion and set up on the open ground on both sides of the ancient road.

The dark muzzles of the cannons were all pointed at the defensive wall that spanned the canyon ahead.

The gunners moved extremely quickly, completing the charging process in less than three minutes from deployment to positioning.

"Release it!!!"

"boom--!"

With a command from the anti-aircraft gunner.

The first salvo exploded almost simultaneously, with dozens of orange-red magic projectiles streaking across the sky with long trails of exhaust.

It crashed into the defensive wall of Crescent Pass with a sharp, piercing whistling sound.

The shells landed very close together, all hitting the junction of the defensive wall and the canyon wall.

In an instant, the sound of explosions rang out one after another.

The ancient vines clinging to the wall were torn into countless fragments by the shockwave, with green sap mixed with gravel splashing everywhere.

The magical shield covering the wall flashed twice, then shattered with a snap like a burnt-out light bulb, turning into countless tiny specks of light that dissipated into the air.

Under this bombardment, the elven defenders were like terrified rats.

They all sought cover to take refuge.

However, at that moment, the second round followed closely behind.

This time, the target is the defensive fortifications on the top of the wall.

The arrow towers and watchtowers built by the elves from white stone collapsed like building blocks under the direct hit of the armor-piercing bullets.

The gravel, shrouded in dust, tumbled down, creating a slope at the base of the wall.

This threw the elven guards on the wall into complete chaos.

The figures who were just moments ago running around anxiously are now either lying on the ground clutching their heads or scrambling and rolling away. A few unlucky ones were hit by flying debris.

The screams were completely swallowed up by the roar of the artillery fire.

After three rounds of salvo, the seemingly intimidating defensive wall at Crescent Pass was riddled with holes.

A gaping hole, large enough for three tanks to pass side by side, was blasted through the center of the wall. Stone fragments were still falling from the edge of the hole, and billowing dust made it look like an earthquake had just occurred.