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Chapter 303 The Wrath of the Silver Moon and the Vast Sea: The Fall of the North Wind Legion

The Elven Silvermoon Guard has left the city.

This was an all-cavalry force, with the ground covered in shadow cheetahs. These large war cats moved almost silently, not even disturbing the dust beneath their feet.

The air force consisted of silver-feathered eagles, who easily used the super-long range of their composite bows to eliminate the enemy's outer sentries, creating a silver whirlwind as they headed straight for the "North Wind" Legion's main camp.

Meanwhile, Han Hai not only cleared the way with aerial bombs, but also provided battlefield guidance.

Unlike the traditional model where reconnaissance soldiers, or even aerial reconnaissance soldiers, go forward to conduct reconnaissance, send back signals, and provide guidance, in Han Hai's combat system, reconnaissance is essentially completed well in advance.

The Sky Eye system overlooks the earth from high above, eliminating the need for battlefield reconnaissance. It directly shares precise coordinates and optimal attack paths with the Silver Moon Guard commander in real time via a highly efficient data link.

As the foremost warrior among the elves, the Silvermoon Guard, known as the "Double Red Stick," was personally led by Ysera Brightwing, with the entire main force of the Silvermoon Guard mobilized.

This is both a public conflict and a personal vendetta.

Those who stayed behind to hold off the fleeing enemy in the raging flood were all handpicked elites from the Silvermoon Guard, her brothers and sisters. The fury of being cruelly ravaged by the "North Wind" Legion had been simmering in the hearts of the Silvermoon Guard elves for a long time, to the point of almost exploding.

Elves have long lifespans, not because they are magnanimous or good at enduring hardship.

If it weren't for Iona's desperate restraint, the retaliatory blade would probably have already fallen on the civilians of the Creek Moon Federation.

Proud, reserved, elegant, and resolute!
"For the glory of the Silver Moon!"

Ysera raised her longbow and charged at the very front of the line.

Before the arrival of the Elf forces, the North Wind Legion's base was subjected to two more rounds of aerial bombardment.

The command structure was completely disrupted, and soldiers were scattered everywhere, their camps in disarray. When they saw the elven army approaching, these panicked men simply changed direction and continued to flee for their lives.

Without any resistance, the Silvermoon Legion marched straight into the central army without any obstacles, and ran headlong into the command post of the North Wind Legion.

Having just endured another round of devastating bombardment, Union First-Class General Lind Carson stood in the center of the camp, his gaze somber as he looked up at the sky above him.

He can't see anything!
A large-scale commotion broke out on the outskirts. Military flags were being waved frantically at the front, and the latest information was being relayed: an elven force had somehow managed to attack and was charging in their direction.

"Well done!"

Linde was in a state of near-explosive frustration when a new opponent appeared, allowing him to vent his anger. The commander of the "North Wind" legion eagerly rushed forward to meet him.

As he stepped out of the magical protective barrier, an aerial bomb fell from the sky. The burly legion commander smashed it open with a single punch, creating a dazzling burst of flames. The scorching air and shrapnel scattered in all directions, leaving several blackened marks on his armor.

Then, he heard a shrill voice from the other side.

"Linde! Prepare to die!"

Ysera took the lead, her longsword radiating brilliant moonlight. Wherever she went, heads rolled. This Silvermoon Guard captain pierced through the already crumbling ranks of the North Winds like a bowling ball.

"What is that little bitch yelling about?"

Clearly, Lind, who wasn't particularly fond of studying, didn't understand Elvish, so he had to stop and look at the translator beside him.

The translator's facial muscles twitched slightly, his mind racing. How should this sentence be translated?
"Respected Commander Linde, she...she said she wants to ask you for advice on swordsmanship!"

Lind casually waved his right hand, as if swatting away a fly, and slapped the translator directly on the head. The head instantly detached from the neck, and the blood in the cavity seemed to hesitate for a moment before gushing out.

The heads on the ground rolled around, and another bowling ball appeared.

"Idiot! I may not understand words, but I can understand tone of voice! How dare you try to fool me!"

"you say!"

The other translator collapsed to the ground with a thud, stammering, "She said...she said she was coming to kill you!"

With a snap, another head flew off.

"She doesn't deserve it! She's overestimating herself!"

And so, the two "headache treatment masters" met in the middle of the battlefield as they walked towards each other.

This kind of supreme force leading the charge is the norm in the Starry World. There is a common saying that without this kind of courageous, diligent, and indomitable spirit, it is difficult for professionals to achieve further growth.

Regarding this, Lord Chen Mo, who was far away in the vast sea, was originally skeptical, but when he saw the rocket-like advancement speed of his own little county chief, Liu Shuang, he couldn't help but waver.

She was a violent girl who dared to charge into a fifth-tier Grand Knight's ranks with a spear for Pavin when she was only at the second tier, and who dared to fight her way in and out of tens of thousands of Zircon troops seven times on her own.

In comparison, Chen Mo felt that he was indeed being a little too "prudent".

Yeah, I'm just a coward...

Back on the scene, Lind Legion Commander and Ysera Guard Captain collided heavily in the middle of the wrecked battlefield, like two super speedboats cutting through the waves.

Lind launched the charge!
As the warrior class's strongest initiating skill, Lind crossed most of the battlefield in an instant, his spear like a raging dragon emerging from the sea, carrying a gust of wind as it thrust straight towards Ysera's chest and abdomen!
This shot was completely devoid of any fancy techniques; it was purely an extreme display of power and speed. Because of its excessive speed, the gun even generated a sharp, tearing whistling sound around it.

Ysera slightly turned her body, her longsword flashing with silver light as she aimed straight for Lind's neck. The moment they met, without any transition, they immediately engaged in a life-or-death struggle.

"Clang, clang, clang—!"

One after another, the explosive sounds of weapons clashing rang out! Swords and spears clashed, sparks flying everywhere.

In terms of skill level, Ysera has trained longer, has a higher individual skill level, is more agile and swift in swordsmanship, and has rich combat experience. However, on the battlefield at this moment, she is being completely suppressed by Lind.

In a close-quarters combat, Ysera's composite bow and archery skills were completely ineffective, and Lind wielded a long weapon with both hands, giving him a natural advantage in attack range and power over Ysera, who used a one-handed sword.

With each clash of their weapons, one could almost hear the painful groans of the elven longsword.

Furthermore, Lind's armor shimmered brilliantly in battle, clearly a masterpiece of extremely high quality, giving him a significant advantage in terms of equipment. Several times, Ysera stabbed him, only managing to create shallow cuts, with not even a single armor plate penetrating his armor.

"You bitch, is this all you've got?"

With bloodshot eyes, Lind grinned maliciously, taking one step after another forward. His spear transformed into a storm of death, smashing, sweeping, and stabbing, his attacks engulfing Ysera like a tempestuous tempest.

However, the situation on the battlefield changed rapidly. As high-ranking soldiers and officers from both sides arrived one after another, the balance of power instantly reversed!

Elven archers have always been a profession at the pinnacle of the starry world, especially since they have acquired composite bows with extremely high performance matching. On their way there, the elves had already drawn their bowstrings to their fullest extent, with various enchantment effects flashing incessantly. So, in the instant they met, the North Wind Legion's position was completely covered by all kinds of magical arrows!

Flames, frost, vines, wind walls... Encountering a ranged attack is an extremely painful experience in itself; encountering a ranged attack with extremely high lethality is a painful nightmare; and if this lethality is accompanied by special effects, then it is an even more hellish nightmare.

For the elven archers of today, this battlefield belongs to them until they run out of arrows and their magic power is exhausted.

The aerial bomb attack from the Han Hai Territory cleared away the interference of miscellaneous soldiers in the enemy's camp of 100,000 men, creating an opportunity for them to engage in one-on-one combat with the enemy's high-ranking officers.

The Silvermoon Guard would never let this opportunity slip by.

The dense vines, like green walls, firmly bound the human warriors, creating an isolation zone on the battlefield. As the furious roars and painful cries of the officers behind him rang out, as the gryphons in the air suppressed his exhausted air force that had already taken off repeatedly, and as swarms of shadow panthers with gleaming eyes surrounded him, General Linde, who was in the midst of a fierce battle, suddenly realized a problem.

Although this is our own camp, in this local battlefield, the enemy is the one with the numerical advantage.

He decisively turned his spear and charged forward, attempting to cut through the green barrier and rejoin his men. Then, the elven archers, who had been patiently waiting for the two commanders to separate, unleashed a hail of arrows.

A barrage of fire—burning, frozen, barbed, scorching, piercing, and lingering arrows—guided and tracked relentlessly, relentlessly pursuing that figure.

The shield provided by the magic scroll shattered first, followed by the top-tier armor, meticulously crafted by the Federation's master craftsmen, which let out a mournful cry of despair and crumbled into pieces.

To make matters worse, several binding arrows exploded beneath his feet, and emerald green magical vines shot out like live snakes, quickly wrapping around his legs. The powerful binding force forced even this great knight to stop and struggle on the spot.

A tough struggle!

This is a magical vine, a magical vine hatched from a seed nourished by a druid and brimming with life. Even the great knight was forced to stop and struggle.

"Legion Commander!"

"Protect the Legion Commander!"

"quick--!!!"

The wall of vines in front was opened, and the guards rushed over with shouts. The griffin riders launched a dive without regard for anything else, trying to bring back their legion commander.

Linde roared, his psionic energy surging, and he broke free of the vines on his left leg. The blade of his spear swept fiercely across his right leg, severing most of the thorns.

But behind him, Ysera had already set up her composite bow.

The Silvermoon Guard captain drew his 1,300-pound, top-of-the-line compound bow to its fullest extent.

Linde's hair stood on end instantly; his battle-hardened instincts sent a chill down his spine! But it was too late.

The bowstring twanged, the arrow flew from the bow, and transformed into a shooting star, piercing heavily into Lind's back.

A flash of psychic energy, the aura of nature, crimson blood, shattered armor plates...

Linde's regimental commander's body stiffened abruptly. The burst of excruciating pain allowed him to break free of all the thorns, but he was too weak to take another step forward.

He lowered his head, staring in disbelief at the arrowhead protruding from below his collarbone. On the sharp arrowhead, the miniature blade ring formed by wind elements was still spinning at high speed, emitting a faint "humming" sound.

The rapidly flying white light was so close yet so far away, so far that even my vision was blurry.

Within his body, wild spiritual energy was surging wildly, assaulting the Great Knight's body, which should have been as hard as iron. A scorching heat wave flowed through his entire body. Linde opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but only spat out a mouthful of blood.

The griffin rider who came to his rescue crashed just a few meters in front of him. The huge impact of the crash made Lind lose his balance and he fell to the ground with a thud.

Lind Carson, the commander of the North Wind Legion and a first-class general of the Creek Moon Federation, fell in his own central command camp.

Ysera rushed to Lind's side in a few leaps, looking at her enemy whose hands were stained with the blood of elven warriors. There was no pity in her eyes, only the joy of revenge.

She grabbed Lind's blood-stained hair, roughly pried open his mouth, shoved a fluorescent pill inside, then reversed the hilt of her sword and smashed it down hard, breaking half of his teeth and forcing the pill into Lind's stomach.

"Want to die? It's not that easy!"

With the commander's flag falling, the battle turned into a one-sided pursuit and massacre. Deprived of unified command and morale, the "North Wind" Legion scattered in all directions.

According to post-war statistics, after completing reorganization in Qingze City, the "North Wind" Legion, which arrived at the outskirts of Baishi City with more than 100,000 regular and auxiliary troops, suffered fewer than 7,000 deaths and more than 30,000 prisoners in the siege and this battle to break through the camp in the previous days, with the rest scattered in the wilderness.

Because there were still enemies on the western front, the elves dared not pursue further and quickly led a group of prisoners back to Whitestone City.

Meanwhile, the Tree Toad Legion on the eastern front was startled and uncertain by the sudden large-scale battle on the western front. While frantically conducting reconnaissance, they took the initiative to retreat more than twenty kilometers and enter a defensive posture.

Of course, with the ground littered with the defeated soldiers of "North Wind," the Tree Toad Legion quickly realized what had happened.

During the siege, the enemy brazenly came out of the city to engage in battle, and utterly destroyed an elite imperial legion.
The Tree Toad Legion left two battalions behind to watch White Stone City from a distance, while the main force quickly retreated to Longwind Hills, sending dozens of urgent battle reports to the Royal Court and the Council.

The Huanguang Legion, panting and catching up, didn't even glance at Baishi City before turning around and leaving.

I heard that the date of the legion commander's child's birthday banquet was miscalculated last time, and he has to go back to apologize to the guests who gave him generous gifts.

The enemy's siege has vanished, so what should the elves do now?

Lord Chen Mo and Elder Aiona had a private conversation. Afterwards, the elven elder was beaming and then waved her hand, leading her troops south.

Two days later, the Elven Air Force, led by the Sky Eye, easily destroyed the Xiyue Military Station located east of Qingze City and seized Qingze City in the process.

When the "North Wind" Legion marched south, they left behind only a small garrison and a recruitment point in this area. Considering that the area around Qingze City was currently so quiet that not a rooster crowed for miles, recruiting soldiers was practically the same as recruiting air.

The vast city of Qingze was deserted, with no civilians or soldiers, making it virtually an empty city.

However, there are supplies.

As the starting point of the Second War of Xiyue, Qingze City gathered a massive amount of food and war supplies transported from the rear, solving the current food shortage problem for the elves in one fell swoop.

Even after the elves had captured Qingze City, because the news of the defeat at the front was too alarming and those in the know dared not spread it, the elves unexpectedly "received" two more batches of supplies delivered by unsuspecting logistics convoys.

The elven officer in charge of receiving the supplies felt a little embarrassed looking at the bewildered Federation logistics soldiers and laborers who then turned pale with fright. He patiently comforted them and temporarily placed them in the city. Later, seeing that there was no further news, he let them leave.

At this point, the battlefront of this war seems to have returned to the starting point before the peace agreement. Except for the absence of the "North Wind" Legion, everything else looks so familiar.

Meanwhile, in White Rock City, Elder Ysera carefully selected a batch of lavish gifts from the spoils of war, along with the newly arrived Fountain of Life and Moon Dew Essence from Silvermoon Forest, and arranged for a large and high-ranking delegation to once again head north to the Vast Sea.

This time, the leader of the delegation was named Vera Moonshadow.

Her Majesty the Elf Queen, who has not left the Eternal Court for hundreds of years.

(End of this chapter)