Your war hammer is too fake

Since Bing Ruolan recovered her memory, she also suffered from the terrible pain of a broken soul that could not be cured by any medicine and could only be relieved temporarily. Soon after being brought to Xuanshui, Bing Ruolan was frozen by An Jiyue's magic and entered a deep sleep, using this tricky method to avoid the pain that could not be cured temporarily.

I can only say that this is probably the price you have to pay to get back your lost memories. Although Bing Ruolan had forgotten many important memories, she didn't need to endure this kind of torture on the soul level. After An Jiyue carefully examined Bing Ruolan, she concluded that it could be cured, but the price was ridiculously high. It would take a large-scale spell ritual to sacrifice a secondary god to repair Bing Ruolan's shattered soul - after all, the Lords of the Holy Scriptures are essentially all Outer Gods.

However, there is no need to tell Gao Yun and others about this matter.

"That General Xiao told us that the big event that Mr. Bing was planning..." Gao Yun stared at An Jiyue with burning eyes, "Has there been any progress?"

"This is not a bargaining chip, Mr. Gao," An Jiyue picked up the teacup and swung it gently, "At least I don't plan to use it as a bargaining chip. Also, are you getting off topic?"

So the topic was dropped, and both sides seemed to have completely lost interest in it and stopped talking about it, and instead talked about something else. Gao Yun said, "I heard that when General An was in Taixi, he often acted in the name of the Heavenly Court?"

"At least I have never harmed the interests of the Heavenly Court, whether intentionally or unintentionally." The Jiedushi coughed lightly, "At that time, we had just arrived, so we had to use the banner of the big government as a cover... Well, please be considerate."

"The past events..." Gao Yun raised his head and glanced at Liu Jianguo. Seeing the latter nodded slightly, he continued, "The past events are fine, but pretending to be an angel is inappropriate. If this matter spreads throughout the court, even His Majesty Yulong will have a hard time explaining it to the world."

"So," An Jiyue finally smiled, "Give me a worthless title. As a great country like the Celestial Empire, can't I even get an official robe, a certificate, or a seal?"

"The position of Duke is too high," said the former governor, "and the power of Jiedu is too heavy."

"I think so too," the Jiedushi nodded in agreement. "A general with less than a hundred soldiers is a joke. But if he has a hundred thousand elite soldiers, even without an imperial decree, who can say he is a joke?"

The girl in a purple official robe stood up from the stone bench and said, "The battle is raging on the front line. I have to go back and watch it. I won't accompany you two. Lu Wu!"

The pacification envoy appeared quietly from the side.

"You will be in charge of arranging the itinerary for the distinguished guests. Make sure they feel at home," An Jiyue said as she bowed to Liu Jianguo, then Gao Yun, "You gentlemen can consult the volumes and documents in the government office."

Lu Wu saluted An Jiyue with his hands crossed: "Yes!"

……

Note 1: After a certain Xiuyanqing had a falling out with Ke Shuzhan, Miao Zhanshuai stripped her of all her official positions. Currently, apart from the title of Xiuyanqing, she only holds the honorary title of Yuanwailang of the Ministry of Rites, which was temporarily given to her by her soul before she set out.

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Author's words: Thank you for your concern. Here are some answers to the questions that readers are most concerned about:

I was born in 92, and I am already a 32-year-old office worker. My mother has always had a pathological desire to control me. It was not particularly obvious when I was young, but in 16, my scumbag biological father cheated on me (not just one person, I know of three, and one of the cheating partners was one month older than me). Since then, she has been a little crazy. I don't want to recall the specific things. The broken family and the soft violence she inflicted on me intentionally or unintentionally, when they divorced, I already had white hair on my head.

Regarding the issue of salary and living expenses, she controlled me mainly by tears, and in extreme cases, she abused and hurt herself, because she knew that I would be soft-hearted towards her, but she would never be soft-hearted towards me. If I disagreed with her unreasonable demands (such as salary), she would cry, wipe her tears, go crazy, drink alcohol, and force me to give in by hurting herself. How should I put it? Accepting the invitation to write this book on Shao Nian Meng is the best decision I have made since I started writing online articles, because it gave me the possibility of changing my lifestyle.

I have been writing online articles for ten years. I was not doing well before. Every book I wrote always encountered various problems that made it impossible to continue writing. The first book I wrote and put on the shelves was put on the shelves for less than two months before it was caught up in the big purge on Qidian. The following books also had their own miserable endings. My original intention of writing online articles was to "support myself by this while satisfying my own interests", and this goal did not really see the hope of realization until this book. The income from royalties gave me the possibility of financial independence for the first time, and allowed me to seriously consider the possibility of finding a house to live on my own for the first time. Of course, the current income from royalties is still too much to achieve this, but I believe that as long as I write seriously, the royalties will increase. I set a goal for myself. As long as the royalties can reach that number and remain stable at this level, I will rent a house by myself, do whatever she wants, and live like a human being.

That’s all. Thank you again for your interest.

Chapter 297: Divine Soldiers Descend from the Sky

Deep in the Forest of Athel Loren, where the Oak of Ages lies.

The intermittent attacks had been going on for a whole day, and it seemed that there was no intention to stop. Morgul was not a normal commander. This monster with a muddled mind and limited instincts could not give commands in the usual sense. The Chaos Beasts attracted by it could only act on their own, and the Beast Kings of each tribe could do whatever they wanted.

The Beastmen's offensive was chaotic and noisy, but the defenders were still under great pressure: they were too few in number, and the enemy seemed endless. No matter how many Beastmen they killed, more would appear the next moment. The defenders had to constantly maneuver on various fronts to maintain the precarious defense line.

The forest was consumed by wildfires, and the beastmen who had invaded Athel Loren seemed more interested in setting fire to the trees than in killing the elves and forest spirits. At first, the defenders thought it was a tactic to provoke them, but it was not until Ariel saw the Web of Life trembling violently that the Wood Elves realized that the beastmen's actions had a deeper purpose.

The web of life is being invaded by a dark force, which has weakened it and caused the forest spirits to show various abnormalities. More and more tree demons have gone mad. These already vicious creatures have allied with the beastmen and turned their spears to attack the wood elves and those forest spirits who can still maintain their sanity; the sleeping tree people have revived on their own without anyone waking them up, waving their mutated branches to whip the forest ground; even the tree spirits have become weak and slow, and fell down in silent wailing.

Even those without magical senses could realize how dire their current situation was. If they looked back, they could see that the Oak of Ages was withering. Its bark, as thick as a city wall, was slowly decaying and cracking, large leaves were turning yellow and falling, and branches were curled up into a wrinkled ball. This extraordinary plant planted by the Old Saint was dying and then being twisted or reshaped into another appearance.

What's worse is that the speed at which the forest is burning is obviously abnormal. As a region with a relatively weak veil, some force from another realm is fueling the flames, turning the lush green forest into dead, scorched earth at an alarming speed, and this speed is getting faster and faster. Under normal circumstances, even if a forest fire occurs and no one puts out the fire, it will take at least a month to burn through the forest, but now only a charred piece of land may be left after a few days and nights.

The demigod Ariel, the mortal incarnation of the goddess Aisha, the queen of wizards, did her best, but she could only raise a magical barrier to keep the raging sea of ​​fire out of the Eternal Forest. As long as Morgul was alive, she could not stop the erosion of the Web of Life. This special beastman individual had become the anchor of the power of Chaos in the material universe; as long as the beastman had not been defeated, she could not prevent the Oak of Ages from being corrupted by the power of Chaos.

The messengers for help had already set out, but no one knew whether the other party would respond, and even if the party was willing to send troops, how long would it take for the reinforcements to arrive on the battlefield - in addition to the rebellious relatives far away in the South, Ariel also sent people to Avalon for help. The roots of the Oak of Ages connected Athel Loren and the kingdom of the Everqueen. Before the Cataclysm, many forest spirits, including Durthu, had migrated to Avalon and settled there... until the demons invaded the mortal world for the first time and took peace away from this world forever.

However, just after the messenger set out, the roots connecting Avalon withered without warning. Without the convenient and fast root transmission, even if the current Everqueen, "Bright Light" Alarielle, was willing to lend a helping hand to her cousins, by the time Avalon's army arrived, they would probably have died.

In desperation, Ariel could only turn to Lilith for help. She sent the Twilight sisters to the Silver Tower in the north to seek help. The Twilight sisters hurriedly left on their giant eagle companion Gwindor, while the young and reckless forest dragon Sessin-Hal stayed behind to help defend. The two sisters returned soon. Elsa's daughter told Elsa's incarnation through the two sisters that the Bretonnians were gathering an army, but they would not support the wood elves.

Lilith rejected her request for help without giving any reason.

Ariel didn't know what Lilith's difficulties or secrets were. She only knew that the only hope of the Asrai clan now rested on the descendant who resolutely left two hundred years ago. In front of the tribesmen who were almost in despair, she was extremely determined. She told her people that Lord Morgan's army had set out, and now all they had to do was to persevere to the end; but in fact, she didn't even know whether Nayis had arrived at her destination successfully, after all, she had an accident the last time she went to the South.

Before the Battle of the Oak of Ages officially began, Ariel ordered the abandonment of all territories except the Eternal Forest, and all tribesmen were gathered near the Oak of Ages, ready to defend this sacred ancient tree. Since all the main forces were buried at once in the Battle of the Desolate Castle, the authority of the Mage Queen was greatly shaken, and not every lord of the domain responded to her call. They would rather use their pitiful forces to try to defend their homes than obey Ariel's orders.

Finally, several thousand Wood Elves formed a thin defense beneath the Oak of Ages. Aside from their southern kin and the isolated communities outside Athel Loren, these were the only remnants of the Asrai race left.

They held their ground in desperate situations, repelling wave after wave of attacks from the beastmen. Only the seriously injured could leave the battle line, and anyone who could still stand had to stay in the team and keep fighting, no matter how bad their condition was. Except for the short interval between two battles, no one could get the slightest rest, and could only numbly drag their exhausted bodies, mechanically swing their weapons at the surging beasts, and shoot the last few arrows left in the quiver.

Now there is no distinction between warriors and civilians, everyone has to struggle for the continuation of the race. If it weren't for the forest dragons and dragon lizards joining in, the defense line would have been breached long ago.

Before Ariel decided to go on an expedition to the Fort of Desolation, he sought help from the former but was flatly rejected. When Morgul was resurrected and the Split-Toed invaded the forest, the forest dragons came out in full force without being summoned, using their powerful strength to help the Wood Elves defend their homeland, which was also their home. As for the dragon lizards, this race that was proficient in life magic was an extremely mysterious existence even for the Wood Elves who also lived in Athel Loren. They were not allies of the Wood Elves, but of course the two sides were not enemies.

With the help of forest dragons and dragon lizards, the wood elves struggled to support the shaky defense line. Now the wood people were either crazy or weak and died, and even the forest dragons, which were also forest spirits, were affected for a time. It was not until Ariel managed to block the connection between the forest dragons and the web of life that these powerful scaly flying beasts barely returned to normal.

The sun gradually fell to the other side of the horizon amid the sound of fighting, and then rose high in the sky again amid the sound of fighting. Under the guidance of some power, Morgul finally issued a clear order: all tribes launched an attack together.

The real test finally began. The power disparity between the two sides was so great that the defenders' struggle was not like seeking victory in a hard-fought battle, but more like seeking a glorious death in a battle that could not be won, in order to prove their honor and courage.

Mortals died like weeds crushed by ruts. Even the mighty forest dragons would fall down with broken dragon scales and splattered dragon blood after countless charges, and then be devoured on the spot by the cheering and howling beastmen. Witnessing the bloodshed and sacrifice of the people, Orion, who had not yet recovered from his injuries, ignored his wife's persuasion and dragged his seriously injured body to charge. The Wild Hunt horn sounded three times in a row on the battlefield, and the power of the hunting god Kurnos once again filled the souls of the warriors.

The King of the Woodland charged into the enemy camp, wielding his spear. The wound left by the explosion of the Doomsday Anvil did not seem to affect his swiftness and accuracy in killing the enemy. Inspired by Orion, the warriors fought bravely, and for a moment the situation seemed to be at a stalemate; however, when the brass-colored figure appeared on the battlefield, the situation took a sharp turn for the worse.

Taunus the Bronze Bull charged through the Wood Elves' formation, this invulnerable monster broke through the defenders' defenses unstoppably, forcing Orion to choose to face the monster himself. The two sides roared and exchanged a few blows, and Orion immediately realized that he could not defeat this opponent with his current seriously injured body. His injuries made him lose the battle.

When the King of the Woods fell in the duel and the Bronze Bull gasped heavily and raised his axe high, ready to offer the skull of a demigod to the Blood God, a horn sounded in the sky that was both strange and familiar to the Wood Elves.

The army of King Zhumu's court arrived.

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Author's words: Thank you again for your concern, thank you

Answering the reader "Palette":

If the protagonist is really just a vassal, then a nice-sounding honorary title can naturally be given to him. The problem is that the protagonist is a vassal, not a vassal. This is the difference.

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

The two demigods of the wood elves are not enough, they are just demigods, what is needed here is a complete god.

Chapter 298: Death of Shadow (Part 1)

After several days of forced march, 20,000 Southland Asrai troops arrived at the battlefield exhausted.

The erosion of the power of Chaos is destroying the ancient life of the Oak of Ages. Since the Cataclysm, most of the roots of this literal towering tree have withered due to the damage caused by Chaos to the world. Recent events have caused disturbing changes in the remaining roots.

The root leading to Avalon was completely dead, and it was not the only one that had recently withered. When 20,000 troops belonging to the King's Court of the Crucible gathered in Tal-Zhuer, Morgan was ready to start the root transmission with the moonstone in her hand, but she found that the seal of the root could not be opened at all... After trying several times, she changed the destination to the King's Forest, but it still didn't work.

After a thorough investigation, Morgan discovered that the secondary roots that extended from the main root connecting the Southland and the Old World to the Orion Camp had withered. So the reinforcements organized by the Crucible King's Court could only transport supplies while running to the edge of the mountains in the Southland World. It took a lot of effort to reach the place where the main root passed, which was also the closest place to the Orion Camp and where the root transmission could be activated.

This place is actually the sphere of influence of the Plateau Castle, and the Southland Asrai know this very well from top to bottom. Without Morgan's order, they tacitly concealed this from Nayis who came to ask for help. Although the spellsinger was puzzled by the fact that there was no trace of any enemy along the way, not even a slightly larger wolf pack, she was so anxious that she didn't care too much. When the Southland relatives finally found the roots that could be used, Nayis almost cried.

However, this was just the beginning. In order to guard the core and most important territory, Ariel, with the help of the guide stone network, raised a large-scale magic barrier, which blocked the sea of ​​fire caused by the beastmen's arson and the power of chaos, firmly outside the Eternal Forest. This barrier blocked both the fire and the root transmission. In the end, the reinforcements of the Crucified Wood King's Court could only be teleported to the Wild Forest first, and then move towards the direction of the Oak of Ages.

The Wild Wood is located in the southeast corner of Athel Loren. It is more like a prison than a territory. As one of the twelve realms, the Wild Wood is the only one without normal residents. It is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and only the terrain on the west is relatively flat. At first glance, the geographical environment is like a smaller Athel Loren. To the west is an invisible wall made of guide stones. Ariel used this to set up a magical barrier to imprison those crazy wooden people who are too extreme even by the standards of forest spirits to prevent them from harming other residents.

When the transmission ended, the Asrai of the Southland were ready to fight. However, what Morgan was worried about did not happen. Her army did not encounter any large-scale hostile targets in the wild forest. Only a few scattered tree demons rushed over howling, and then quickly fell to death under arrows.

It seemed that all the "prisoners" originally imprisoned here had left, and Morgan knew without any guessing who was calling these completely crazy souls: the worst had happened, and Coladi had escaped from prison.

The unknown movement of the fallen treeman was undoubtedly a hidden concern, but Morgan didn't have the time to care about where the crazy wood had gone. When the vanguard of the reinforcements arrived at the guide stone wall, they didn't see the guards who should have been there, not a single one, although the barrier itself was still functioning normally. Then Morgan took action himself and took a little effort to open a hole in the barrier. The various units of the Crucified Wood King's Court, who had arranged the order of action in advance, passed through the hole one by one.

After leaving the Wild Forest, the army immediately entered the Everlasting Forest. The Wild Forest was adjacent to the Heart of Winter and the Everlasting Forest. The former was not "winter" at all, but was scorching hot. The whole forest was burning vigorously under the crazy arson of the beastmen, and the magical winds that were secretly fanning the flames made the fire more and more intense.

Now all Athel Loren burned, save the Evergrove, which was protected by Ariel’s magic, and the Wild Wood, which itself was separated by a solitary wall of waystones.

Going west from the Wild Woods, the southwest is the Heart of Winter, where there is not much green left, and the northwest is the Eternal Woods where fierce fighting is in full swing. After entering the Eternal Woods, the army soon arrived at the King's Forest where the Woodland Council is located. This is also the secular ruling center of Athel Loren, where councilors often hold meetings and discuss state affairs.

Lord Alaros, the ruler of the Eternal Forest, is leading his tribesmen, who number just over a hundred, to guard the place. Since the first great meeting, the defense of the King's Forest has never been so empty. Almost everyone who can hold a sword has rushed to the Oak of Ages, ready to face what may be the last battle of their race. The only good news is that although Morgul lacks the power to restrain his subordinates - to be precise, he simply does not restrain his subordinates - causing the King's Forest to suffer sporadic attacks, those stragglers who want to take advantage of the loopholes cannot do anything to the legendary warriors of the Asrai clan.

The arrival of the relatives from the Southland made these people very nervous. Most of the emblems and emblems used by the Crucified Wood King's Court were created after they went to the Southland, and no one in their hometown recognized these symbols. If Nais hadn't appeared in time riding the unicorn that Morgan lent her, Alaros would have almost ordered the arrows to be released.

Morgan and Alaros had a very brief meeting, and the atmosphere could hardly be called friendly. The Nandi Asrai, who was exhausted physically and mentally from the continuous travel, finally got a three-hour break. Morgan took the opportunity to get a lot of words from Alaros and learned about the current war situation.

The war situation itself was bad, but fortunately it would not get any worse. Alaros told Morgan that except for the two most important areas, the Oak of Ages and the King's Grove, all other areas of Athel Loren had been abandoned. Morgan's reaction was flat, as she was not a real wood elf. The false memories given by the war codex only allowed her to understand this race in depth from the perspective of an outsider.

After the meeting, Alaros continued to stay in the King's Forest, carrying out the tasks entrusted by the two demigods personally, although he himself would rather go to the Oak of Ages and fight for the fate of the entire race.

After resting for three hours, the Asrai of the Southland, who had not slept for several days, walked towards their destination with legs as heavy as lead. Many people's eyelids were fighting while walking, and they relied on the refreshing herbs specially prepared before departure to endure. During this time, Nais, who was also tired and sleepy and could hardly open her eyes, kept encouraging Morgan and her subordinates, but the various words of the spellcaster were only responded to with great indifference.

The southern Asrai care for every forest equally, unlike the old Athel Loren Zheng Luqi, who looks like an extreme environmentalist but only loves the Athel Loren Forest. Nais's remarks on the importance of Athel Loren, the importance of the Oak of Ages, and the importance of the Web of Life did not stir up any ripples in the hearts of the southern Asrai.

Elves are naturally very sensitive to emotions. Noticing that something was not right with the attitudes of these southern relatives, Nayis could only stop her useless pre-war mobilization and focus on the next battle.

A captain of the woodland army blew the horn, and then the horns of every warband and blood-kin warband followed suit. The army of the Crucible King's Court smoothly changed from marching formation to battle formation during the march. A shield wall and spears extending from between the shields formed the main body of the square formation. The woodland guards holding longbows and swords on their waists trotted in front of the shield wall to form a loose formation, and the two wings were a mixed formation of wild forest rangers and war dancers.

The Falcon Cavalry flew over the warriors' heads, and the arrows that poured out like a summer rain tore through the black wings and dispersed the harpies that gathered around them with ill intentions; the Woodland Cavalry rode on their elven steeds and galloped between the tree trunks, and the Chaos War Mastiffs that tried to block their advance were quickly defeated after a short sound of the bowstring.

The battle between the highly mobile units was soon decided. The Southern Asrai, who had both quantity and quality, naturally had the upper hand, although they were not in good condition at this time due to exhaustion. Then, the Woodland Guards, who were at the forefront of the infantry, were the first to bring the enemy into the range of their longbows.

The dense vegetation should have hindered the use of long-range weapons, but when the elves released their bowstrings, every leaf on the battlefield cooperated with their movements, and the horned beasts that were howling and rushing towards them were immediately thrown to the ground.

"Attack!" Morgan was riding on a unicorn. In his false memory, this was a loyal mount that had accompanied "Morgan Linge" for many years: "Don't leave any alive!"

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Author's words: I was in a state of panic yesterday... Yesterday was the day to receive my manuscript fee. I thought it was no big deal to splurge once in a while, so I bought some braised beef to improve my diet. Halfway through the meal, I had a nosebleed... The beef was fine, it was my health that was the problem. This is more annoying than not having money to eat delicious food, and it is much more annoying.

Answering the reader "Palette":

Rather than interfering in the internal affairs of Zhendan, it would be more accurate to say that they wanted to go to Zhendan to gain points (the corruption of Jianqi in Northern Qi, the wild monsters in the Disaster Hills, the Dimensional Stone Desert, etc.), and with the official recognition of the Heavenly Court, it would not be considered as raising a big banner to cause trouble in the Old World in the name of the Heavenly Court.

Answering the reader's "Holy Grail of Joy":

Don't worry, I haven't forgotten. Lao Shu has other plans for the plot, and will naturally mention it in the subsequent chapters when it is necessary.

Chapter 299: Death of Shadow (Part 2)

Orion was rescued by his subordinates at the risk of their lives.

When Taunus Bronze Bull was briefly distracted by the sudden arrival of the Wood Elves' reinforcements, a group of wild cavalrymen rushed towards the Doomsday Bull from the side without hesitation. Several riders drove the Kurnos Deer directly into it, and although they failed to knock down the muscular and bloodthirsty monster, they successfully held the Bronze Bull for a while.

The rest of the people took the opportunity to jump off their mounts. The eight of them lifted up Orion's strong body and rushed to the rear of their own front line. Their clever mounts lined up and rammed the bronze bull one by one, forcing the monster to stop chasing.

Spears, swords, and antlers were powerless against the brass hide of the Bronze Bull. The gift of the Blood God allowed Taunos to wield a pair of axes without having to worry about defense, and to slash wildly at those who dared to stand in his way. His rage was endless, and his desire for killing, violence, and bloodshed was even greater than that of most of the Chosen of Khorne who were proud of it. The head of a demigod slipped away from his hands, and this great humiliation made the Bronze Bull even more angry.

Taunos chased after it without thinking, and all obstacles were useless in front of the bronze bull. It crashed through the defense line set up by the wood elves like a runaway locomotive, chasing after its target, completely unaware that the wild cavalry carrying Orion seemed to have intentionally led it in a certain direction.

In order to lift Orion, the eight wild riders could only move on foot. Their mounts had already died gloriously to stop the bronze bull. The elves were known for their light footsteps and swift movements, but the bronze bull was faster, not to mention that the former had to carry its own severely injured king. The two sides quickly passed through the dense woods around the Oak of Ages, and the bronze bull galloped at full speed tirelessly, closing the distance between the two sides little by little. Taunos, who had no rationality at all, did not notice that in the process, the two sides gradually moved away from the main battlefield.

After knocking down another towering tree, the bronze bull found that the elves had stopped. Eight wild cavalrymen on foot stood in a row with spears and shields in hand, blocking Orion and facing their unbeatable opponents, while the King of the Woods himself leaned against a tree, looking drowsy and confused.

Taunus Bronze Bull let out a deafening roar, carrying two axes, and charged towards those who were blocking him without knowing their own strength. However, just as it was about to hit the thin queue, the eight wild cavalry suddenly separated to the left and right, revealing a figure behind him who had already pulled the longbow in his hand into a full moon and had eyes as sharp as a hawk.

Skarlok released the bowstring. This legendary wanderer who had shot Morgul once before had no chance of missing at this distance. The arrow flashed like a meteor and bit deep into the throat of the bronze bull, which was the only flaw on its body, the only vital part that was not covered by the brass skin.

Taunos staggered forward a few steps due to inertia, and finally fell headfirst in front of the wild cavalry.

"Take His Majesty back." Scarlock put down his bow, turned around and looked at Orion worriedly. "Lord Morgan's army has arrived. It's time to launch a counterattack. We..."

The pupils of the legendary Wanderer reflected the sudden change of the wild cavalry's faces. His body moved before his consciousness, and his legs were about to pounce forward. However, Skarlok was still a step slower. Taunus opened his bloody mouth while coughing up blood. He stretched out his hands and tightly grasped the elf. The Wanderer clearly heard the crisp sound of his bones breaking, and there was more than one sound. The next moment, the bronze bull lowered its head and bit down.

The wild cavalry rushed over in grief and anger, stabbing and hacking at the Doomsday Bull, but they could only create a streak of sparks on its brass hide.

Taunus did not fight back, for it could no longer do so. The bronze bull opened its mouth and spat out Skarlok's head. It loosened its grip, and the headless body of the Wanderer fell to the ground.

"Blood sacrifice, blood god," Taunos's voice became smaller and smaller, but it still finished the sentence, "Skull sacrifice... Skull seat!"

The wild riders swung their swords and spears and chopped a few more times, then gave up this meaningless action. After leaving a mark at the scene, they carried Orion away. When the battle ended, they returned here to collect the remains of their people, but they only found Skarlok's headless body.

Both the body of the bronze bull and the head of Skarlock disappeared.

……

At the foot of the Oak of Time, the chaotic battle situation is gradually becoming clear.

There were no battle lines that stretched for miles here. The dense forests cut the battlefield into pieces. Both the wood elves and the beastmen could only fight each other in groups of a few hundred or even dozens of people in the woods. Normally, this kind of melee would be more advantageous to the beastmen who had more people. However, the Asrai in the South could not be judged by common sense.

During the battle, some cunning beast kings discovered that something was wrong. Although both sides were separated into small groups by the forest, these newly arrived wood elves were somehow able to cooperate efficiently even in this extremely chaotic situation.

Relying on rapid mobilization within a small area, the Southern Asrai were always able to form a local superiority in force and quickly encircle and kill the separated and surrounded beastmen. All the Southern Asrai seemed to know clearly where to go to meet their own people and which direction was the enemy. Since both sides could not form a coherent and complete battle line, the Wild Forest Rangers and War Dancers were always able to squeeze through the gap between the two groups of beastmen and detour to the side and rear of the target to launch a surprise attack.

When the Beastmen tried to use the same method against the Wood Elves, no matter how covert their tactical movements were, they would be discovered by the ubiquitous Rangers and Deep Forest Scouts. The Beastmen who then tried to infiltrate behind the Wood Elves' battle line would run head-on into the nearby Woodland Cavalry and Wild Riders, and quickly fall asleep with the help of arrows and spears.

Originally, even with the arrival of the Southern Asrai, the Beastmen still had the advantage in numbers. However, as the battle progressed, even Morgul began to feel something was wrong. The Southern Asrai, who entered the battlefield from the southeast, used infantry as the center line and cavalry as the wings, slowly wrapping up the Beastmen who invaded Athel Loren into an oversized dumpling.

Following a vague consciousness, Morgul threw in all his reserves to try to turn the tide. Groups of Chaos Spawns were thrown into the battle line, beating both the enemy and the enemy indiscriminately. These extremely tenacious mutant monsters once caused the battle line to stalemate, until Morgan also threw in the reserves that he had kept until now.

24 three-meter-tall humanoid armors nimbly passed through the woods and appeared at the forefront of the battle line. At first glance, these things looked like elf warriors wearing full armor, scaled up to the size of an ogre. They were made entirely of steel, holding shields, swords, and bows that matched their body size, and their arrows were as thick as javelins.

These little iron giants carried shields on their backs, with wide elven swords hanging from their waists. They held huge bows in their hands, and as soon as they approached, they released a round of accurate arrows, nailing the Chaos Eggs that ordinary infantry had great difficulty dealing with to the ground. After several rounds of volleys, they put away their bows and arrows, took out their swords and shields, and launched a charge.