Green Monster Epic

The impact of the battle between Saint-level beings on the soldiers of both sides fighting fiercely in Thorns Fortress was significant. The terrifying mental pressure alone greatly hampered everyone, preventing them from exhibiting even forty or fifty percent of their true strength. Although everyone tried their best to resist the invisible pressure, the attacks they launched were greatly distorted, and their limbs involuntarily weakened.

However, this adverse reaction lasted only a short time. As the figures and domains of the Saints fighting in the sky moved away, the battle among the city's soldiers returned to normal.

From the moment the Northern Coalition's commander, Albard, succeeded in his scheme, using alchemical engineering to blast open the sturdy city walls and open a passage to the interior of the fortress, the outcome of the war was already determined.

Having lost the advantage of city defenses and with the defending army in a position of absolute disadvantage, the commander of the Elven Kingdom's garrison was left with the most sensible choice: abandon the city they were currently guarding and lead the remaining troops and civilians from the north side of the city, which had not been besieged or attacked.

In fact, the development of the battle was just as expected. After the elven guards withdrawing from the east, south, and west sides regrouped in the direction of the inner city, Mario, the elven commander in charge of the battle, after a period of intense mental struggle, despondently issued the order to withdraw from Thorns Fortress.

When Albard saw through the sand table that the city gate on the north side of Thorns Fortress, which had not yet fallen, suddenly opened, and groups of elven civilians, carrying their families and belongings, poured out, fleeing frantically towards the north road, the tense string in his heart finally loosened.

"Huff!!"

After letting out a silent breath, Albard's eyes regained clarity and wisdom, and he began to contemplate the still ongoing battle in the inner city.

"Order: the Storm and Stone Legions to enter the inner city battlefield, replacing the Frost Blade Wolf Fang and Bloodfire Lion Legions!"

"At the same time, tell Tash (Frost Blade Wolf Fang) and Salah (Bloodfire Lion) to withdraw their legions from the current battlefield and prepare for a long-distance pursuit of the remaining elven soldiers!"

"Yes!!"

The messenger quickly relayed Albard's orders, and the battlefield projected on the sand table quickly changed accordingly. The Northern Coalition's only two cavalry legions left the occupied city gates on the east and west sides, circled around, and arrived at the section of the north city wall.

At this time, the remaining 30,000 elven soldiers, led by Commander Mario, Alicia, and others, retreated in a disheveled manner from the wide-open north city gate, even causing no small conflict with the fleeing elven civilians in the city, causing a commotion.

Most of the elven civilians who had lived in Thorns City for generations did not choose to leave before the war, because they did not believe that the powerful elven army would fail, and even more so, they did not believe that the barbaric and ignorant uncivilized races in the south would really dare to provoke the whiskers of the behemoth that was the Elven Kingdom.

Only now that the worst outcome had occurred, they were caught off guard when they thought of fleeing the fortress that was about to fall.

The soldiers of the two Northern cavalry legions, who had arrived at the attack position, would not let go of this great opportunity to attack. Without waiting for Commander Albard's attack order from the central army camp to be conveyed, the two commanders immediately led nearly ten thousand cavalry soldiers behind them to launch a charge against the somewhat disorganized elven soldiers and civilians.

Although the number of remaining elven troops exceeded the total number of soldiers in the two Northern legions, and there was also a complete team of spellcasters, the legion commanders of the Frost Blade Wolf Fang and Bloodfire Lion legions and the cavalry soldiers under their command did not retreat in the slightest, and everyone's eyes were filled with an intense fighting spirit.

"Charge!!!!"

"Kill ah!!!!!"

The soldiers of the two cavalry legions simultaneously clamped the bellies of their mounts between their legs. The warhorses and dire wolves, sensing the intentions of their masters and companions, immediately moved with light or heavy steps, and then charged towards the remaining elven troops on the vast land outside the north city.

Albard, who was in the central army camp, seemed to feel the high morale and killing intent of the Northern warriors. His emerald-like bright eyes stared intently at everything, until he heard the nervous discussion of the staff officers beside him: "They are too impatient, they should at least rest before attacking again!!"

"Should we transfer a group of people from the central army or the legions fighting in the inner city to provide support? The number of this elven army is much larger than our two legions..."

Although the outcome of this great battle was already determined, and the fact that the Northern Coalition had defeated the Elven Kingdom's defending army in a frontal siege was in front of them, the inherent perception that the elven army was powerful and unmatched still existed in the minds of the vast majority of the wildland natives. When they saw the two legions launching an attack against an elven army that was stronger overall than themselves, everyone inevitably began to feel nervous again.

These staff officers in the central army camp were all elites painstakingly cultivated by the various Northern tribes over the years. There were still many people who held such views, let alone other members of the various tribes at the grassroots level.

Sensing the atmosphere of tension and worry emanating from the military tent, Albard pretended not to notice and directly ignored the pairs of burning eyes cast on his body, continuing to steadily watch the two Northern cavalry legions launching a charge against the remaining elven troops on the sand table.

He had confidence in the strength of the soldiers of the two legions, not only because they were the most powerful cavalry in the age of cold weapons, but also because the warrior composition of these two legions was basically from the Green Field tribes. Every warrior, from their own strength and combat skills to their external armor and mount equipment, was invested with a large amount of resources and effort from the entire Green Field tribe.

If these two elite legions could not even take down a scattered elven army, then the Northern Coalition could also withdraw their flags and return to the north.

And the reality was just that. The two cavalry slowly accelerated from slow to fast. Although they were quickly discovered by the retreating elven army, the open and flat area outside the north city also provided an excellent geographical environment for the cavalry legions to launch a charge here.

"…SAK…"

The first to react in the elven army was the spellcaster team that had been remotely competing with the Northern Coalition's spellcaster team. As mysterious and lengthy incantations sounded, a dense magical aura rose in the elven army.

The dwarf goblin cavalry of the Frost Blade Wolf Fang Legion were faster than the Bloodfire Lion Legion. After all, their positioning was as light cavalry. When their speed was brought to the extreme in a relatively long period of force, the tall and mighty dire wolves spewed out a fishy white gas from their mouths, turning into a black torrent that quickly approached the elven army, which was completing its defensive formation.

Whoosh ~ ~ ~

The elven spellcaster team's range magic was already complete, and huge, burning fireballs with long tails fell gently from the sky.

I originally planned to finish writing the war scene, but I didn't have enough time and I was afraid of procrastinating again, so I posted it directly.