Real elves vs fake elves

All hot guys need to cool down.

If you were shot dead here, you would be lucky. Although your death would be miserable, at least you would not suffer much. Those who were seriously injured and wailed while holding their wounds were really unlucky. The horrible wounds brought astonishing pain. In this horrible pain, the wounded could not die for a while.

The shrill howls came one after another, and these howls obviously shook the morale of the Huangyi army.

But the arrow had to be shot, and the fearless charge that had already been aroused could not be stopped so easily. What awaited these brave warriors was only blood, glory and death.

The two sides were 5 meters apart. The archers of the Phoenix Royal Court retreated, and the spearmen and shield formation rose again. The two types of soldiers cooperated seamlessly, as smooth as flowing water. The cooperation between all the soldiers was perfect, and there was no interference at all.

The two sides were 2 meters apart, and the Wilderness warriors could already clearly feel the breathing of the Phoenix Court warriors and could clearly see the fearless expressions on their faces.

Driven by their strong and powerful thighs, the warriors of the Wilderness leaped high into the air. The unique agility of the elves made them as light as monkeys. Wherever their swords pointed, they hit the vital points of the warriors of the Phoenix King's Court.

Your shield wall cannot protect you from all directions, so let our soaring eagles sow the death warnings in the sky.

Then, a row of long spears stabbed out at the same time, hitting the wild warriors who leaped into the air with incredible accuracy. Every spear hit the vital point, and not a single one missed.

This horrifying scene undoubtedly stunned the charging wild warriors, but the two sides were already very close, and even if they felt something like fear, they had no choice but to bite the bullet and fight back.

It was this kind of thinking that caused the casualties of the Oathbreakers holding dual swords to increase rapidly.

As a dual-blade meat-crushing soldier, the Forsworn's fate is to rush into the meat grinder and live to the death, seeking to establish merit in the midst of despair and sorrow. If you want to use the dead as your paving bricks, you must put life and death aside.

But today is different...

This time is different...

The Forsworns had the impression that the meat-chopping wars were mostly one-on-one fights, where they would rush into a chaotic battlefield and fight madly with courage and skills. But this time was different. The amazing formation and the seemingly unified attack method of the Phoenix King's Court warriors even gave them an illusion...

What they faced was not an army of hundreds of people, but just one thing. They were not facing countless brave elves, but a whole with meticulous thinking, clear logic, and ruthless ruthlessness.

And now this "whole" is killing them with a despairing efficiency.

Killing them since they have almost no ability to resist.

Chapter 116: The Man Who Was Like a Star

Behind the tight shield wall, the spears thrust out and retracted, thrust out and retracted in unison.

This thin gun formation of only three rows was like a meat grinder, killing efficiently with a deadly pattern. From the perspective of the barren warriors, the row of shield-bearing warriors in front of them seemed to have many arms. They held the shield in one hand and the spears in the other hand, stabbing out continuously, accurately stabbing into the vital points of every person who came forward rashly.

There was no stalemate, let alone any equal strength. The battle was a one-sided massacre from the very beginning. With strict formations and inhuman coordination, the warriors of the Phoenix Court were like a slowly moving lawn mower, steadily and ruthlessly slaughtering everyone who dared to attack this thin white horizontal line.

Ding ding ding ding…

As if they felt that victory was hopeless, the bell for retreat rang. At the bell, the warriors of the Wilderness did not scatter in a hurry, but began to retreat in an orderly manner, and even the formation was not too chaotic. This made the Phoenix King Court give up the idea of ​​pursuing, and only let the archers shoot two more rounds of arrows before giving up.

The Huang people, who had suffered another defeat, retreated back to the camp in an orderly manner. This round of attack had gained nothing except a large number of corpses. Two consecutive failures had brought their morale to the extreme low, and a small number of them even developed a rare fear of fighting.

Unable to defeat them in long-range shots or close combat, those damn Phoenix Court warriors were simply like invincible monsters, terrifying existences that could not be defeated at all.

In the jungle not far away, a group of big white lions looked at the Huangyi who were retreating back to the camp with great dissatisfaction. In their view, this was obviously a good opportunity. They could attack from the rear of the enemy. Even if they could not annihilate the enemy completely, they could at least tear a large piece of meat from the enemy.

Although they felt that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, they did not dare to act on their own without orders, and could only watch as all the enemies retreated safely back to the camp.

Among the lion group, a lioness walked up to the big white lion, first rubbed its mane, and then growled in dissatisfaction.

Translated into human language, this roar means "My brothers and sisters have been watching the show here for a few days. They are so bored that they have started to catch rabbits for fun. Hasn't the master given me the order to attack?"

The big white lion shook his head, then let out a soft roar to comfort the concubine in front of him, and then looked towards the direction of the Phoenix King's camp with a worried look on his face.

It was not worried about the war, nor did it doubt whether Aenarion had forgotten about it and the lions. Its thoughts were a little more complicated than those of the lions.

I don't want to see this scene.

Aenarion must have some big plan in mind, as he didn't intend to expose the whereabouts of the lions. Could he have asked them to carry out some important mission?

Among the lion group are either its harem or its offspring. If one of them dies, it will feel sad for a long time.

Under the joint watchful eyes of the Phoenix King's frontal army and the Phoenix King's ambush army, the Huangyi once again put up a white flag to avoid fighting.

Fortunately, there is no such thing as the Fiery Sun Dragon or the Sky-Slayer Airship in Lothern now, otherwise both the people and the village would have been destroyed!

Aenarion really didn't dare to neglect Monroe who stayed at home. After all, every one of the Wildborn described him as very outrageous. Looking at the other side's closed gate, all kinds of things like "empty city plan", "plan within a plan", "escape from the shell", "secretly crossing Chencang" and so on emerged crazily in his mind. He didn't dare to pin his victory on the other side's stupidity, not even a little bit.

While Aenarion was desperately trying to figure out what Monroe was up to, Monroe was looking at the man half-kneeling on the ground in front of him without saying a word.

He was born into a wealthy family, was blessed by the three highest priests, and even the gods above him paid attention to him. This man was almost the exact opposite of Monroe, and he had something that Monroe was still struggling for when he was born.

Such an outstanding person is naturally highly expected by many people, and many people have invested astronomical amounts of resources in him. This guy is a representative figure who has been pushed to the forefront by a force. If he succeeds, it will not only be his own success, but also a great victory imagined by many people.

A great victory for someone like Monroe, who was born "poor" (actually only relatively poor).

When Monroe was "hesitating" about the Phoenix Court's army, this guy came to him with a smile like a winner, saying that those old soldiers had lost their enterprising spirit, while the elites he brought were outstanding talents like him. Facing those cowards hiding behind shields and wearing heavy armor, they could be defeated directly with just a charge!

The result was just like half of what happened just now, being beaten like a dog.

Looking at this outstanding young man half-kneeling in front of him in shame, Monroe frowned and suppressed his discomfort and disgust.

He was not targeting the person in front of him.

He raised his head and looked around. All the subordinates of this outstanding young man were looking at him with hatred.

Until now, this guy is still acting...

After enduring such a staggering loss, he was still acting, acting as if it were a biological instinct.

After being immersed in the special social atmosphere of the elves' upper class for a long time, this behavior has almost become his instinct.

These are what make Monroe feel disgusted and uncomfortable.

"Alright." Monroe spoke in a cold and ruthless voice. "Regarding this failure, I will report it to the high priest in its entirety. I am not a judge. I will not make any judgments on your mistakes, nor will I make any decisions on your mistakes. If you want to atone for your sins... then go ahead. I will not make any adjustments to your tactical deployment."

"Let's go."

After sending this rather annoying guy away, Monroe turned around and was about to say something, but then he was stunned.

There was no one behind him.

"Ah, he's gone. I let him go myself."

A feeling of melancholy hit him at night; Monroe shook his head and turned back to his seat.

Outside the door, a group of people walked out of the gloomy tent in high spirits. This group of young people who hoped to make achievements on the battlefield had no fear of death, but were more imaginative about the future.

"Tsk." Suddenly, the man who was treated like a star by everyone spoke up and began to reflect on himself, "I was indeed careless. I thought the spear array of the Phoenix King Court was similar to that of humans. After our soldiers entered the array, it was a one-sided massacre. Who knew..."

"I can only say that they are indeed our cousins. They are much stronger than mere humans."

The subordinates were all stunned. Although they had seen many big scenes, they had never seen a scene of self-reflection. They didn't know what to say for a moment and were stunned.

Chapter 117: Wendigo Sets Out

"Aenarion..." The wild elf prince frowned and looked towards the direction of the Phoenix Court camp.

From the moment he set out, his wife and mother told him that this journey would be quite difficult, and that the enemies this time were no match for the previous ones. The elves of the Phoenix Court might be even more terrifying than the dwarves and the human royal army, so he should not underestimate these enemies.

All signs indicate that the guy named "Aenarion" who calls himself the Lightborn is the protagonist of the poem "The March of the White Lion"...

This news was well blocked in the barbaric tyranny, and only a few people knew about it. The other barbarians all believed that they were the protagonists confirmed in "The March of the White Lion".

Thinking of this, the man laughed again. It was interesting to think about usurping the fate of others. He wondered what expression the man named Aenarion would show when he faced the truth.

"My lord? Lord Macefield?"

A series of calls brought the barren prince...

Sifield woke up. The man who reacted first sorted out his expression, then showed a confident smile.

"I did misjudge the warriors of the Phoenix Court. It's not a big deal. I just haven't seen that kind of battle formation before."

"The human spear formation is easy to break. Our warriors are so agile that they can run into the enemy formation before the humans can react. Then they can kill a large number of spearmen in a rat-like manner. The spears of the human spearmen are too long and too heavy to resist our warriors' close-range attacks."

"But the warriors of the Phoenix Court are different. They are our noble relatives. They are not inferior to us in terms of agility and archery. To put it bluntly, we are fighting against ourselves who have excellent equipment. This is naturally very disadvantageous to us."

"The other side has all the advantages we have, and they also have the advantages we don't have. If the fighters of both sides were to clash head-on on the battlefield, there is no doubt that we would be the losers in the end."

Upon hearing this, several subordinates immediately joined in the conversation, acting very humbly and asking for advice: "Then, sir, what do you mean..."

Meisfield smiled confidently: "Then let us show the Phoenix Court something they have never had before! Let our absolute advantage become the final bargaining chip for our victory."

"Send out the Wendigo!"

Naturally, his words were full of heroic spirit, and his subordinates were all impressed when they heard them. For a time, the sound of admiration was endless. Just by hearing the praise, they thought it was really some amazing plan.

Amidst waves of flattery, Meisfield walked away. Shortly after the group left, Monroe came out of his tent, followed by a crow witch.

As they watched Meisfield and the others disappear completely before their eyes, the crow witch finally chose to speak.

"High Priest Dark Moon is not very satisfied with your recent actions. Your hesitation has caused many priests in the High Sacrifice Field to doubt your ability. Of course, we all know that this is the work of High Priest Corrupted Woman in secret, but the criticism of political opponents is true."

"The lady's meaning is very clear. She knows that you value the casualties of your men, but compared to power, casualties are not that important. And if you continue to hesitate, your power will most likely be taken away by that damn bastard. I'm sure you can guess from his command style that the casualties at that time will be even more shocking."

"You have climbed up to your current position step by step. I think you can tell the difference between what is important and what is not..."

Monroe's eyes were fixed on the front, the words of the Crow Witch were still lingering in his ears. When he looked up at the sky, it had become dark. He didn't know when the witch had left, and he didn't know how long he had been standing there.

………………

Early the next morning, seeing the Huangyi suddenly getting busy and seeming to want to fight again, the warriors of the Phoenix King's Court said that the spears in their hands were already thirsty.

Another row of shield carts slowly rolled out, with a bunch of Wilderness warriors hanging behind them like slugs. In their opinion, this thing could effectively defend against the long-range attacks of the Phoenix Court, and was the best bargaining chip that could allow both sides to have a "fight fair"...

boom!

The weight failed without any surprise.

As a shield cart was blown up into the sky, all the Huangdi people were so frightened that they broke out in cold sweats as they watched the Huangdi people who had been hiding behind the shield cart and had no time to retreat being killed by arrows.

The four Eagle Claw crossbows adjusted their trajectories and aimed at the shield carts. The ammunition they used was not too expensive, just ordinary explosive crossbow arrows.

"These ballistae... feel similar to humans' 30-pound unicorn cannons..." Meisfield frowned as he looked at the shield cart that was completely blown to pieces. "When did the Moon Clan have the ability to build war machines of this level?"

Humans are naturally a race that Meisfield despises. In his opinion, these naked apes are clumsy, disgusting and absurd, and are a barbaric race that cannot be cultivated. But for some reason, he has a good relationship with the dwarves. The ability to make war machines that he learned from the dwarves gives him a headache.

Although each of these naked apes is not very strong individually, it is really terrifying to see 100 of them line up with muskets and fire at the same time.

That damn gunpowder weapon is just cheating!

And now, there is one more "cheating weapon" in Meisfield's mind.

Finally, under the terrifying threat of the Eagle Claw Crossbow, after nearly ten large shield vehicles were destroyed, the Huangyi finally reached their designated target.

At this moment, even Meisfield, who had always appeared confident, couldn't help but become nervous.

boom!

The brutal violence directly blew away the shield cart, and with a terrifying roar, the huge Wendigos roared and rushed towards the army of the Phoenix Court. They emanated a faint green light and their eyes glowed ominously scarlet. It was obvious that the Crow Hag used magic to make their already amazing destructive power even more powerful.

The Wendigo's charge was very fast, much faster than that of ordinary wild creatures. In the blink of an eye, the distance between the giant monster and the Phoenix King's army disappeared. In the horrified eyes of the warriors holding spears, the Wendigo

The spear smashed directly into the army formation with a terrifying impact force like a steamroller.

In an instant, broken spear shafts, shattered shields, and elven warriors were knocked away. Several phalanxes were torn to pieces by the terrifying brute force of this giant monster.

Chapter 118 A lonely man was dispatched

When a monster like the Wendigo, which was three meters tall and weighed more than two tons, joined the battlefield, the spearmen of the Phoenix Court seemed to be in a state of decline in an instant.

Even a three-meter-long spear can only make a shallow cut on this monster, not to mention its terrifying speed. A distance of only twenty meters is just three or two steps for it.

Seeing that the enemy that was invincible yesterday was defeated head-on and had to flee because of the Wendigo's terrifying brute force, Meisfield's eyes revealed an almost fanatical desire.

That desire for victory!

"Everyone, attack! The enemy's battle formation has been broken! They will die!!!"

There was no need for him to explain much. As he said, those who followed Meisfield were "proud and noble" warriors like him. They had their own ideas and strong subjective initiative.

After seeing the Wendigo break through the battle formation of the Phoenix Court, they howled and rushed out with double swords in hand.

Weren’t you guys relying on shields yesterday?

Now keep going wild!

Can you show me one?!

Chasing and cursing, the eyes of the Forsworn of the Wilderness were filled with extreme excitement, and the depression of the past two days was swept away almost in an instant.

Especially when they saw the Phoenix King's warriors seemed to feel that their escape speed was not fast enough and even began to throw away their weapons and take off their armor, the morale of the Forsworn was greatly boosted. They began to chase their prey like chasing a rabbit.

At the same time, on the high platform of the Wilderness Camp, Monroe frowned and looked at everything in front of him.

"Although they are running away... they don't seem to be panicking? They are still maintaining their formation..."

"Throw away your armor...wait, why did they start throwing golden shields?!"

It seemed that the warriors of the Phoenix Court were not satisfied. Besides throwing away their equipment, they even began to throw out their golden shields intentionally or unintentionally. Such behavior excited the originally hesitant people of the Wilderness.