Your war hammer is too fake

"Easy? No, this is much more difficult than defeating the White Wolf God's champion head-on." Sasoril, who had been cursed by Tzeentch to speak only the truth since his failure in Altdorf, shook his head. "Her bloodline is only the foundation, the most insignificant part of the entire ritual. Only hatred, the most extreme hatred for the father of her bloodline, is the real bridge, allowing the curse to follow this hatred and direct it to the right target, breaking through the protection that the White Wolf God has placed on His champion."

"I will attack immediately," Graktar grinned. "Your magic had better be as effective as you promise."

The Beast King responded with a piercing laugh.

……

In the throne room at Eternal Peak, in the middle of the World's Edge Mountains.

"...Anyway, I am just a lowly ranger, not worthy of wearing a crown, right? Well, I'll be a ranger then," Barrel said, pulling out a green hooded cloak from behind and putting it on. "I will go to the gate of Eternal Peak and wait for you. Your Majesties, please discuss slowly how to deal with me, a lowly person who dared to steal the throne!"

Thorgrim Grudgebearer was suddenly overwhelmed. Before the noise got out of control, the High King rose from his throne.

"Silence!" Thorgrim's loud voice drowned out all the noise in the throne room.

After everyone quieted down and An Jiyue used telekinesis to pull Barel back when he tried to leave, the High King spoke: "Follow the oldest tradition of the Mountain Kingdom, the pioneer should be the king! We have confirmed that the royal bloodline of Plateau Castle has long been completely cut off, so Barel Magic Hammer's throne is undoubtedly in line with tradition!"

Someone immediately whispered, "But they are a group of rangers..."

"Rangers are a thing of the past. Now the Mountain Kingdom only has warriors from the Shadowbeard Brotherhood!" The High King glared in that direction and said, "Besides, the Council of Ancestors has already recognized Barrel. Are you questioning the decision of the ancestors?"

An Jiyue followed Thorgrim's line of sight and found that the person who spoke was Alaric Ranulfson, the current king of Hornburg, who was known for his extreme respect for tradition and was also a fierce general. According to the gossip that the governor heard from Oakley, when the decision was made to establish the Shadowbeard Brotherhood and reorganize the originally laissez-faire rangers into the Fortress Standing Army, this man strongly opposed this matter, but the High King had already made the decision, so this man had no choice but to obey.

The girl was familiar with the various fortresses in the World's Edge Mountains, but had little contact with the dwarves in the Black Mountains and the Grey Mountains. The only exception was Brok Ironchisel of the Desolate Castle. The two sides had met once during the raid on Paraon, and the dwarf king had helped a little.

Noticing An Jiyue's gaze, Brock seemed to have misunderstood something, and then said, "Everyone! Please listen to me, we respect tradition because it is the teachings from our ancestors, a legacy more precious than gold, and the proof that dwarves are dwarves. Now that our ancestors have returned to the world, and even the ancestral gods have given us oracles more than once, what are we questioning?"

As soon as these words came out, the dwarf kings attending the meeting nodded one after another, and even Alaric showed a thoughtful look. Seeing this, Thorgrim quickly struck while the iron was hot: "Honor comes from our ancestors as well as ourselves. Isn't Barel's record glorious enough? He and his family have guarded the birthplace of the Sons of the Mountain for generations, and have never allowed any foreign enemy to touch the fortress. Isn't this enough? Please think carefully, when I was not back, Agrim almost became the High King. Why? Because he had the most outstanding achievements among all the kings!"

It's stable, An Jiyue thought. After a week of long quarrels, it was finally coming to an end.

"Let us cheer for our new colleagues and for Plateau Castle! Our ancestors are above us. There are still countless difficulties and obstacles to overcome before the Mountain Kingdom can truly be revived, but the dawn has arrived! Our ancestors are with us!"

As soon as the words fell, the enthusiastic voices almost blew off the roof of the throne room: "The ancestors are with us!!"

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Author's note: Reply to reader "phontonsky":

If the only legitimate child, Stefan, also dies, then the illegitimate daughter will have a weak claim. As I have said before, the rule of the whites is that as long as there is a legitimate child, the illegitimate child will have absolutely no inheritance rights; on the other hand, if the legitimate children or other legal heirs are all gone, the illegitimate child will have a chance to take the throne, that is, legalize, and the legalized illegitimate child is no longer a illegitimate child. At that time, Katarina is the only strong claim in Midden.

Chapter 257: After the incident, the incident started again

An Jiyue has been feeling extremely exhausted in the past week.

Barel had long wanted to rant in front of all the dwarf kings about some of the dwarf kings' unnecessary stubbornness. This time, when he got the chance, he really didn't hold back. The Lord of Highland Castle ranted for as long as the kings' meeting lasted, and during that time, more than one of the Longbearded Elders was so angry that he wanted to duel with him.

This was also the first time that An Jiyue witnessed the unique duel method between dwarf lords: the two parties would stand on a rune stone in front of a huge statue of the ancestral gods or an ancestor, and then tie their beards together, and then swing axes at each other while avoiding damaging each other's beards.

This restrained dueling style is a characteristic of the dwarves. Before the winner is decided, the duelists will usually declare the conflict between the two sides to be extremely stupid because they feel sorry for their beards, and the whole thing ends there. However, occasionally there will be an emergency incident where the statue of the ancestor suddenly collapses and crushes the two duelists to death. In this case, the followers of both sides will believe that the ancestors have made a judgment, and then they will have a big fight like night goblins who have eaten the wrong mushrooms.

The person who dueled with Barel was none other than Belegar Ironhammer, who had come back to ask for reinforcements and attend the meeting. Barel and Belegar were both accustomed to using hammers, but as dwarves with long life spans, both were equally skilled in using axes. Although Belegar was a powerful warrior, Barel, the Lord of the Holy Scripture, was even stronger. Even when their beards were tied together, Barel gradually suppressed Belegar in the duel.

No one was killed in this duel, after all, Barel was not going to kill Belegar yet. After fighting for a long time, Barel found the right opportunity and smashed Belegar's head with the back of his single-edged axe, knocking him unconscious. He then unilaterally announced that the conflict had been resolved, which also relieved Thorgrim, who had been watching the duel the whole time.

In the meeting or quarrel that lasted for a week, this was the only duel that was actually put into practice. The other times were stopped by the Supreme King and the Jiedushi. Especially An Jiyue, in such occasions, her face was even better than Thorgrim.

After all the parties had argued enough, the kings finally reached a consensus. After all, even the highest command body of the Reforgers, the Council of Ancestors, had recognized Barrel's throne and his position as the guardian of the Reforged Triangle. If they continued to chatter, it would probably be their great-great-great-great-grandfather's turn to come and "convince" them personally.

Compared to Barrel, who seemed to be arguing fiercely but was not as strong as he seemed, King Thordin of Treasure Peak was the one who was really trying to break through. As the descendant of the legendary butcher and dragon slayer Skof, Thordin's legitimacy to the throne was not high, and he also caused trouble with the Jinshan Society. When Thordin walked into the throne room, none of the kings stood up to greet him. Barrel wanted to stand up, but An Jiyue glared at him back.

After killing the dragon that occupied the Stronghold, Skof immediately declared himself the new king of Treasure Peak. This behavior itself did not violate the tradition of the dwarves: under the premise that the orthodox royal bloodline was cut off, whoever could retake the lost Stronghold would become king. The problem was that Skof only killed the dragon, and did not eliminate the greenskins and rats entrenched in the Stronghold. In fact, he could not do this. Although Skof's descendants have been nail households on the surface of Treasure Peak for more than a thousand years, they have never been able to truly retake the Stronghold.

Although Belegar did not retake the fortress, he was a legitimate descendant of the royal family of Eight Peaks and was born with the legal right to rule; although Barel was not of the original royal clan of Highland Hold, the Cinderstone clan recaptured Highland Hold intact and has been guarding it to this day, which is completely in line with the ancient dwarf tradition that "pioneers can be kings."

Compared to Barel, who escaped danger, Thordin was really likely to be deprived of his throne. Fortunately, Treasure Peak, as one of the four southern fortresses, played a big role in An Jiyue's plan to isolate Belegar. As early as when the governor went to the South for the first time, she had a conversation with Scof, who had returned to the world as a recaster.

After discussing Barrel's affairs, it was time to discuss Treasure Peak. Not surprisingly, at the beginning of the meeting, the long-bearded venerable suggested that a new virtuous person should be chosen, and even went further to suggest that Thordin must be held responsible for the corruption of one of his relatives.

For dwarves who value kinship, sins do not just belong to the individual, but should be shared by the entire family. In the history of the dwarves, there are many cases where a dwarf committed a very serious fault, and the entire family had to be punished as a result. This is natural for the dwarves, because personal shame is also a family shame.

Soldin was struggling to deal with the questions from the long-bearded venerables, while the kings just watched coldly, thinking about their own positions and the reputation of their clans. Seeing that Soldin was about to be unable to hold on, An Jiyue took action.

The governor pointed out that some of the original royal family of Treasure Peak had passed the test and became recasters, and she had talked to the former kings of Treasure Peak, who accepted her proposal and set up a series of trials for Soldin. If Soldin could pass their tests, they would recognize Soldin as the master of Treasure Peak.

As soon as this killer move, which had been prepared more than half a year ago, was used, all the dwarves present fell silent.

This was the maximum help An Jiyue could provide to Thordin. As long as Thordin could pass the test, his legitimacy would no longer be questioned. If he failed, the girl would have no other options. As the price for Ms. Youyue's help, Skov promised to help persuade Thordin to stop following the Angrand clan's nonsense about "the southern fortress is older, more traditional, and more dwarven", and actively move closer to the Eternal Peak.

An Jiyue has already taken control of half of the four southern fortresses, Bafeng Mountain, Black Rock Fort, Tiefeng Fort, and Treasure Peak. The next step is to find a way to take over Tiefeng Fort as well, and the real owner of Bafeng Mountain will be in trouble.

The Barrel issue lasted for a week, but the more difficult Soldin issue was resolved in one day. The eight-day meeting exhausted An Jiyue physically and mentally. She was busy with meetings during the day, focusing on Barrel who was eager to make trouble. At night, she had to read the report sent by the Xuanshui Arsenal, improve and optimize the various problems exposed in the test of the Kingfisher-class frigate, and occasionally stay up late to discuss the next action plan with group members. Especially Xiao Yiyue, she will officially launch the attack on the Dragon Islands in early March.

"Fortunately, it's finally over. Nothing serious will happen to the dwarves before the decisive battle at Eight Peaks Mountain... probably," An Jiyue said to Barrel, who was already drunk before nightfall, holding a teacup, "By the way, how is your daughter?"

As the King of Highland Hold, "Barel the Hammer" has an adopted son, Ragnar, and an adopted daughter, Valeera. The former currently stays in Highland Hold as the "Crown Prince Regent" when his father is away, while the latter came to the Old World with him and is currently staying in Black Rock Hold, learning from Dagna how to be a Valaya priest.

Before An Jiyue went to the South for the first time, Dagna had a dream in which Valaya told the old lady that she would get an apprentice, a qualified heir to inherit her mantle, and this person was in a place where she could see mountains, deserts and forests at the same time. At that time, An Jiyue suspected that this place might be Plateau Castle, and it turned out to be true.

The governor told Barel about this, and then he didn't care about it. Later, Barel told her that the candidate should be his daughter Valeera. When the Lord of Highland Hold went north to Everpeak, he took his daughter with him. As for how Barel knew that the candidate was Valeera... The Dwarf King accidentally discovered that Valeera was also in his system unit list, and the five characters "Valaya's Chosen" were clearly written on the character attributes.

Hearing An Jiyue asking about his daughter, Barrel thought for a moment and said, "Except for the fact that there are always perverts hanging around, everything else is fine."

"Huh? What the hell?" The governor looked at him in disbelief. "Can there be perverts in dwarven society?"

"That pervert's name is Oakley Phillipson."

"Tsk tsk, last time he told me that he felt he was not old enough and didn't want to get married now," An Jiyue smiled and shook her head, "Next time I will definitely tease him about this..."

As he spoke, the Jiedushi slowly put away the smile on his face, and the Dwarf King immediately noticed it.

"what happened?"

"Something happened," An Jiyue said, motioning Jin Zhishi to pack his luggage. "Boris Todbringer was defeated, the Midden people suffered heavy losses, and now the Beastmen are advancing towards Middenheim."

"Also, the Chaos army of the Brass Fortress has moved."

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Author's words: Reply to reader "Reader1661801965":

It depends on which country you are in. Basically, the UK has one set of rules, the UK has another, and the Holy Roman Empire has another. Italy, which has been in a state of disarray for a long time, has several sets of rules. It is also different in Eastern Europe... Anyway, in the British inheritance system, it is the king's prerogative to legalize illegitimate children. And you don't have to do this yourself. Maybe when the king comes to your house as a guest, he sees one of your illegitimate children and finds them pleasing to the eye, so he legalizes the illegitimate child on the spot. As for the Holy Roman Empire, which is the prototype of the empire, I am not familiar with it. The title system of the Holy Roman Empire is too complicated, and I don't know much about them.

Answer to the reader "Aurora's Little Soldier":

The emotion that Sathoril felt was despair. The four vendors each corresponded to an emotion, Tzeentch was hope, and despair corresponded to Tzeentch's mortal enemy Nurgle. In addition, the origin of the beastmen is very complicated. Even their own reproduction can be divided into female horned beasts, female humans, and even animals of suitable size. Remember, the reproduction method of the beastmen is much wilder than you think.

Chapter 258: The Prophecy Dream

The forest is burning.

Ariel walked alone in the flames, observing everything in sight with indifference and vigilance. The dwarf army that set out from the Desolate Castle was setting fire everywhere with all kinds of fire starters, wantonly burning the forest that Asrai valued more than his own life. As for the defenders of Athel Loren, whether they were elves or forest spirits, they had now become part of the corpses on the ground, like some kind of decoration embellishing this scene that was hell for the wood elves.

The fully armed dwarves rampaged through the forest that belonged to the elves, but they all ignored Ariel without exception. The Mage Queen continued walking, and she saw the towering Oak of Ages, burned by supernatural fire into the largest torch in history. As she approached this magical plant planted by the Old Ones, she saw herself -

Ariel, with purple skin, long eyebrows and a pair of colorful butterfly wings behind her, was half lying on the ground, blood flowing from the wounds on her chest and thighs. The Twilight sisters and their giant eagle and forest dragon companions fell not far away and stopped breathing, and in front of the Mage Queen were piles of corpses, those were the warriors who fought to the last moment to defend their queen.

Ariel looked at Ariel. The latter looked like he was dying, with only one breath left before his death. Several dwarf commanders, who were obviously of high status, were standing in front of her, surrounded by something. Ariel, who was unharmed, saw at a glance a conspicuous orange-red cockscomb among them. It was a king of the dwarves.

Butcher King Agrim Ironfist, the Mage Queen who was watching alone, silently repeated this name in her heart. It was not the first time she silently repeated this name, just as it was not the first time she saw this nightmare scene.

Thinking of this, Ariel looked at a certain being surrounded by dwarves. To be exact, in the Mage Queen's vision, there was no one there. She could not see the other person, could not hear the other person's voice, and could not touch the other person. All traces of the other person's existence were completely blocked, but she knew that there was actually a person standing there.

In fact, it is not just that position. If you look at the dwarf army behind you and observe carefully, you can find that those dwarves will talk to the air from time to time, and from the dwarves' reactions, their communication has been responded to.

Ariel had no idea what the invisible being said or did, she only knew how this dream that revealed the future would end. As she watched, the pile of corpses was suddenly pushed away from the inside, and a majestic figure, covered with countless battle scars, rushed over and blocked the other Ariel who was half lying on the ground with serious injuries.

An invisible attack fell on Orion, the neck of the King of the Woods was cut open, and his head rolled to the ground. Before Ariel was overwhelmed by unspeakable sorrow and pain, the whole world stopped abruptly, and the dream ended...

…Ariel opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was Nestra’s worried look.

"Mother?" the dark-haired elder sister of Twilight asked softly.

"I'm fine," the Mage Queen looked away, "Have the Caledor people arrived?"

"Lord Alaros is negotiating with them, but the commander of the Caledorians is... quite unreasonable," the gentle Nestor racked her brains and tried her best to choose an adjective that sounded less serious. "He claims that you must go to greet him in person, otherwise it would be a serious offense to the Kingdom of Caledor."

"I don't think we need any Caledorians," interjected Arohan the irascible, the white-haired younger sister of the Twilight sisters. "Maybe we should cut out his tongue as a warning to our rotten cousins!"

Upon hearing this, Ariel glanced at Arohan, who immediately shrank his head and dared not say another word.

"The Asrai do not need the help of the arrogant Caledor," the Mage Queen said, "but we need the dragons. Will the forest dragons still not respond to our call for aid? Even if I ask them for help myself?"

“Sethin-Hal says his kind thinks this war is unnecessary,” Nestra shook her head. “Unless Athel Loren itself is threatened, the other forest dragons will not join the fight.”

"I will go and greet Prince Imrik, if our cousins ​​think this is respectful," Ariel thought. The scene of Orion's sacrifice repeated over and over in her mind, urging her to make a decision. "Other than that, do not indulge our arrogant cousins."

"Yes, mother."

After sending away the Twilight sisters, Ariel thought about her dream for the umpteenth time, weighing every detail of it. She knew very well why she had such a dream. Lilith, the filial daughter of the hunting god Kurnos and the mother goddess Aisha, had a priesthood that included dreams. As early as the first time she had this dream, she sent a team of thorn sisters to the Silver Tower in the north, and when they returned, they brought an unexpected but reasonable guest, the lake fairy Morgiana.

No one knew what the Mage Queen and the Lake Fairy talked about, and even the Twilight sisters were not allowed to listen. The Wood Elves only knew that after the meeting, Ariel took an extremely tough attitude and ordered the Asrai to mobilize.

Ariel did not tell anyone about the dream, not even her husband Orion. The King of the Woodland could sense that his wife was hiding something from him, but he did not ask for the truth. The tacit understanding between the couple allowed them to understand each other's intentions without verbal communication in many cases.

As one of the top prophets in the entire Old World, Ariel tried to use her magic to peek into the future, but no matter what she did, she could only get the complete destruction of Athel Loren. There is no doubt that the dwarves, who are on the decline, cannot have such strength by themselves. They are already exhausted just dealing with the greenskins and ratmen wandering around their own fortress. The Mage Queen then concluded that the key lies in those invisible beings.

Those unknown existences that could not be detected at all, either by her or in the prophecies revealed by Lilith.

Skarlok, the archer who had been active in the human world for many years, was sent away again as soon as he returned to Athel Loren. Ariel's order to Skarlok was to investigate the recent movements of the Mountain Kingdom and record any signs no matter how subtle they were. It was a pity that Nais ran to the Southland, otherwise she would be the best person to carry out this task.

When Ariel thought of the Southland, he thought of Morgan Ringo and her followers. His forehead, which had just been relieved, began to ache again. Although in theory the Southland Asrai had not gone out independently, the two sides had long since severed contact. Ariel could only confirm through the vague induction of the Web of Life that the Southland Asrai still existed and was even developing quite well. After all, so many active souls could not be false, but he knew nothing about other information.

What the members of the Woodland Council didn't know was that Ariel had actually thought about recalling Morgan, but she couldn't make up her mind after thinking about it. Political struggle is a part of elven society, and even wood elves are not immune to it. If she recalled Morgan, it would inevitably cause an uproar in Asrai society, and the consequences would be unpredictable.

Lilith, through Morgiana, suggested that she strike first and not let the war spread to Athel Loren. Ariel accepted this proposal with great difficulty, and for this reason she agreed to accept the assistance of the Caledonians and allow these arrogant and rude guys to step into the sacred forest of Asrai. She didn't know how Lilith managed to make the Caledonians willing to fight a war with all their strength, and she didn't have the leisure to think about such a problem.

The first target of the Asrai-Caldor coalition was the Desolate Castle, located in the Grey Mountains, next to Athel Loren. As for what to do after taking the dwarf stronghold, even Ariel, who could predict the future, didn't know.

It's easy to start a war, but it's another matter to end it.

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Author's words: Tzeentch is hope, Nurgle is despair... I'm going crazy, why do I always remember it wrong? I now suspect that no matter how many times readers correct me, I will still remember it wrong next time... If I make the mistake for the third time, my life as a Hammer will probably be over. In this case, let's make a loud noise to cover up the past!

Hehehehe ahh ...

Chapter 259: Emergency Rescue (Part 1)

February 2503, 2 Imperial Calendar, Midden Territory, Arenburg.

The sudden encounter that took place five days ago ended in a disastrous defeat for the Imperial Army. The Middenites had a force of just over 10,000 when they set out, and most of them were standing troops such as provincial infantry. In the end, only about one-third of them were able to retreat to Aaron Castle alive, relying on the city walls to defend with difficulty.

As a small city, Aaronburg's defense system was just that. All local residents were mobilized, and all men and women who could hold weapons climbed the city walls to assist the imperial soldiers in defense. However, even so, the defenders only managed to repel several tentative attacks by the beastmen.

Now, more than 20,000 beastmen have gathered outside Aaronburg. Graktar had deliberately avoided the main force of the Midden people and delayed the decisive battle with Boris. On the one hand, he was waiting for Sasoril to complete the trick he promised, and on the other hand, it was because more reinforcements had not yet arrived. Now, all the beastman tribes that responded to the call of the Beast King have arrived. Their arrival has made up for the losses Graktar suffered in the previous battle, and there is still enough to ambush the imperial reinforcements from the north and south at the same time.

After learning of the tragic defeat at the front and the tragic news that Boris had fallen into a coma for unknown reasons, Middenheim immediately sent reinforcements. At the same time, the towns in the south of Midden also organized a reinforcement army to go north to try to rescue their own Elector. The Flame Sun Knights who arrived in Middenheim with the Reik Guards strongly opposed this tactic of adding fuel to the fire. However, they could only watch helplessly as the reinforcements organized by the Midden people were defeated one by one.

To make matters worse, it was impossible for Middenheim to send a second wave of reinforcements: the Knights of the Northern Cross, who had been stationed in the Midden Mountains all year round to guard against the greenskins and beastman tribes in the mountains, managed to send a message before the fall of their headquarters. The Chaos army assembled in the Brass Fortress had moved and would arrive at the gates of Middenheim in a week at most.

When Boris went to war, he had taken half of Middenheim's garrison with him, as well as troops drawn from nearby towns. Later, in order to rescue the Elector who was trapped in Aaronburg and still unconscious, Middenheim gritted its teeth and pieced together a reinforcement army, but was ambushed by the Beastmen on the way and suffered heavy losses. Now, Middenheim's defenses are extremely empty, and those well-trained provincial infantry and elite church armed forces are almost gone.

It is still unknown whether the holy city of the White Wolf God can withstand the attack of the Chaos army, but the Midden people besieged in Aaronburg are undoubtedly doomed. Despite this, the stubborn Midden people still choose to defend the city until they shed their last drop of blood. No one in their right mind would surrender to the Beastmen. If they fall into the hands of the Northerners, they may even become slaves. The best outcome for the unlucky people caught by the Beastmen is to be eaten alive on the spot.

Three days before the remaining imperial army retreated to Aaronburg, the beastmen launched several tentative attacks. This was to find the weak links in the imperial defense line, and also to solve the problem of insufficient rations caused by the sudden increase of too many soldiers. Anyway, the split-toed people who don't care about raw or cold meat never care what kind of creature they eat.

However, even if it was just a tentative attack, the Imperials had to do their best to barely repel it. When they retreated, they had to abandon all the heavy firepower and the baggage stored in the camp. In order to give them a chance to retreat, the Imperial Knights took the initiative to stay behind and were subsequently overwhelmed by the violent beast tide.

The imperial army suffered heavy casualties and was seriously short of supplies. Food was not in short supply because of the stockpiles in Aaronburg, but weapons and ammunition were extremely scarce, so that the citizens who were temporarily mobilized could only go into battle with sticks and other things, because the limited weapons had to be given priority to the stronger and braver warriors.

On the fourth day, the beastmen rarely attacked, and sent a "gift": ninety-nine human heads wearing helmets, either imperial knights or officers. Someone recognized the identities of these people, and then desperately realized that the reinforcements that could arrive in a short time were already among these heads.

On the fifth day, which was today, the well-fed beastmen launched a general attack, while the human side was determined to die and prepared for the last battle of their lives with fearless courage. Both sides fought on the city walls, in the streets, and on the roofs. Any weapon, even fists and teeth, could be used to kill people. A grease-soaked torch would be even better, because it could make the most stubborn enemies scream miserably.

The greatswordsmen formed a solid defense line in front of the city hall, ready to defend their electoral lord with their flesh and blood. At the moment when the imperial knights were almost completely lost, they were the only elite left on the human side.

Just half an hour after the battle began, the city walls were breached in many places, and the entire defense line was shaky. The beastmen's chariots gathered outside the city were ready to rush into the city and kill people. The bighorns bared their teeth and growled, and they were almost crazy with excitement about the upcoming looting and slaughter.

Then, a strange horn sounded. No one knew how the elves suddenly appeared on the battlefield. The defending humans didn't know, and the attacking beastmen didn't know either. The only thing that all the witnesses of the battle knew was that as soon as these thousands of elves with strange flags appeared, they formed a square hollow formation on the spot.

The Eternal Guards held up their shields and spears, forming the main body of the hollow square formation with a thin shield wall. The Woodland Guards holding longbows stood on the outermost layer, throwing precise arrows at the incoming beast tide, and the continuous star-fire arrows shot down groups of horned beasts. When the enemy's vanguard approached a dangerous distance, the Woodland Guards put away their longbows and retreated along the narrow passage reserved by the Eternal Guards between the square formations.

The sharp Asrai spears were constantly thrust out and retracted, and the finely crafted spear tips cut through the crude armor and rough tendons as easily as cutting tofu. The Eternal Guards efficiently harvested the horned beasts and inferior horned beasts that crashed into the shield wall with superb martial arts, swift movements, and close coordination. The harpies screamed and flew over the battlefield, but were then dispersed by the falcon cavalry that fell from the sky halfway; the powerful minotaurs were the focus of the attack. When these tall, strong, and extremely bloodthirsty monsters approached the Asrai line, they were either knocked down by the Thorn Sisters' spells or shot down by the Deep Forest Scouts with enchanted arrows.

Angered, Graktar realized that he had made a fatal mistake by not throwing overwhelming force at the sudden appearance of the Wood Elves at the beginning. The Beast King tried to maintain the attack on Aaronburg while dealing with the Wood Elves, but it turned out that this unfocused strategy would only lead to a stalemate on both sides and make it difficult to make progress.

Even worse, the most powerful Screaming Shaman in the tribe told it before he died that there was an incredibly powerful spellcaster among the wood elves, who began to cast a certain spell as soon as he appeared on the scene. It just tried to counterattack, but was attacked by the wind of magic. After saying that, the Shaman vomited blood and died.

Graktar was not a spellcaster and could not feel the flow of the wind of magic, but he trusted his great shaman. After a brief balance, the Beast King angrily relaxed the intensity of the attack on Aaron Castle. He urgently adjusted his deployment, using a small number of horned beasts as a supervisory team, forcing the inferior horned beasts to delay the imperials who realized that reinforcements had arrived and were trying to counterattack, while the elite forces, after an emergency reorganization, all threw themselves into the attack on the wood elves.

Its efforts failed. When the most elite forces of the beasts gathered together, ready to smash the shield wall of the wood elves with a decisive charge, the enemy finally revealed its trump card. The strict shield wall suddenly split to the left and right. The low-intelligence horned beasts thought that their bravery had crushed the enemy's will, and they cheered and gathered here...