Green Monster Epic

Night turned into day again, and the slaughter continued. The elves' determination in this initial battle was far more resolute than the drow had imagined, as if they were treating it as a final, decisive war.

However, the drow were not intimidated. They had begun preparations even before the elven army reached Coldwind Hold. The women, children, and supplies that needed to be evacuated to Bonn City had long been moved, and the areas that needed to be cleared were stripped bare.

Now, the seemingly lively Coldwind Hold was populated not only by a small number of older drow who were unwilling to leave, but also by the drow's own slaves and the families of vassal warriors.

Only by keeping their families in the city as hostages could these slaves and vassal warriors fight desperately, which was far more effective than using cruel methods of intimidation.

"It seems that the fall of this city will happen much sooner than we anticipated!"

On the walls of Coldwind Hold, three drow powerhouses, each leading a squad of drow warriors, guarded the front of the city wall, hundreds of meters apart. While fighting, they discussed the battlefield situation as if chatting casually.

"The actions of these elves are abnormal, and we couldn't have predicted them."

Previously, the elven vanguard had only been probing, and the most intense battles had been initiated by the drow. Now, after the enemy's reinforcements arrived, they suddenly launched a general offensive without much adjustment, catching the drow off guard.

At least, the drow commanders were mentally unprepared and had not made follow-up plans in this high-intensity, high-severity battle, relying only on temporary troop deployments, which was somewhat passive.

When the elves, as the sun rose, once again mobilized the dozen or so Trees of War from their rear, launching an assault on the northern city of Coldwind Hold, the three drow commanders in the north city felt a chill in their hearts, realizing that the most difficult moment had arrived.

One of the drow knight commanders crossed his two swords in front of him, and with a fierce stomp, he flew out of the city wall. Even while still in mid-air, a dense rain of arrows came whistling towards him, completely blocking him from all directions.

"Ha!"

Although not a swords dancer or ranger, the elven bloodline's natural agility allowed the knight commander to wield his two swords dozens of times in a single breath, weaving a net in front of him, blocking at least a thousand arrows.

However, the arrows shot by the hidden marksmen, like venomous snakes' fangs, also made this drow legend somewhat uncomfortable. Even if the opponent was only a peak high-level existence, the power of their full-force strike should not be underestimated.

The drow legend's forward motion did not stop, and he unleashed several energy blades from afar, targeting the Trees of War not far away, which raised their thick arms to block in front of themselves.

The energy blades severed several branches, but in the blink of an eye, the broken branches healed naturally, showing no signs of injury.

Taking advantage of the ancient tree's raised arm to block, the drow knight had already reached his solitary opponent, stepping on the ancient tree's mottled trunk, running and constantly slashing with his single-handed sword, wantonly destroying the ancient tree.

The ancient tree did not retreat either, its body suddenly sprouting countless sharp thorns, while one right arm swung horizontally like swatting a fly, a large hand covering the drow legend's head.

Swish, swish!

The drow legend did not dodge, and his two single-handed swords once again crossed, creating countless sword flowers above his head, while simultaneously kicking hard on several sharp thorns. Amidst the sound of cracking tree trunks, he also took the initiative to drill into the ancient tree's palm.

Crack!

"Roar!"

The thick, heavy palm was pierced by the drow legend, creating a tree hole. The ancient tree, not feeling pain but shame, roared, and its left hand swept over at the same time, transforming into a sky full of vines in the process of waving, weaving a giant net.

One sword after another, the legendary knight wandered among the snake-like vines, constantly slashing down countless vines while even more large vines grew from the ancient tree, constantly blocking the drow knight's space.

On the other side, the two drow commanders also found their respective opponents, exerting all their strength to try to resolve the targets in front of them as soon as possible.

Although the Trees of War in front of them were bulky, their strength was still somewhat short of the legendary level. The threat to legendary powerhouses was not extremely great, but their tenacious and continuous vitality and good defense meant that they could only entangle the drow legends, and they could not completely kill their opponents for the time being.

The remaining dozen or so ancient trees had already rushed to the bottom of the city wall, beginning their endless destruction of the dilapidated city wall. Wherever they passed, the elves gave way, or simply climbed onto the ancient trees, jumping onto the city wall along the ancient trees' outstretched arms.

The drow's lack of thorough preparation was now fully exposed. When they killed and repelled the first batch of ancient trees yesterday, most of the fire oil in the city had been used. The remaining fire oil, due to its dangerous nature, was still stored in the underground vault. Overnight, not enough could be taken out and placed back in the attacking equipment positions to cope with the next major battle.

Without yesterday's means of retaliation specifically targeting the ancient trees, and with the drow powerhouses entangled by the elven powerhouses, the city wall of Coldwind Hold, which had been ravaged by the elven army for a day and a night, finally could not hold on. As seven or eight Trees of War simultaneously raised their arms, transforming into siege rams and slamming down, with a loud bang, it turned into rubble all over the ground.

"Kill!"

The commander of the elven army, riding a unicorn, had a white light flashing on the unicorn's horn, shooting out a powerful lightning bolt, blasting away a drow bloodline hybrid who had survived the broken wall in a sorry state, taking the lead and rushing through the broken wall.

The Trees of War continued to widen the collapsed city wall, tearing the gap wider, creating better opportunities for the subsequent elven army to charge in. The drow legendary commander, who had finally killed three ancient trees, turned around and saw the dilapidated state of the city wall behind him. A trace of helplessness rose on his resolute face, but was then replaced by his unyielding fighting spirit.

"Second plan!"

"Understood!"

The three looked at each other and shouted in tacit agreement. Then, shaking off the elves who were trying to intercept them, they flew back to retreat, and the drow army, which had retreated from the city wall to build an inner-city defense line, stood in a line again, and the power of their domains unfolded in an instant.

At this time, the elven commander riding the unicorn had just arrived, and the elite warriors of both sides collided again. For a time, flesh and blood flew, strong winds raged, and there were countless clear sounds of metal colliding.

In the sky, Matron Pyne and others also sensed the collapse of the city wall. Their actions became even fiercer, but how could the elven opponents give them a chance, forcibly holding back the opponent's fierce counterattack, and the two sides fell into a stalemate again.

It was at this time that two of the seven or eight black dragons finally determined the victory, and then they went to kill the densest part of the elven army, but were intercepted halfway by two elven legendary commanders.

One side was the huge, powerful dragon true body, and the other side was the legendary knight with the power of the domain fully displayed, with thousands of warriors under his command to share the pressure. For a time, neither side could do anything to the other.

The black dragon desperately wanted to avoid these human commanders, trying to detour far away in the sky. However, the opposing elven commander was also watching closely. Wherever the black dragon went, the elven warriors in that area would be under his command to resist, thwarting the black dragon's plans.

Without the obstruction of city defense works, the elven army could finally deploy more troops in the northern city. Although the hastily constructed defense line by the drow at the city breach delayed them for some time, with the deployment of more elven troops and the siege impact of the massive war ancient trees, the drow could only retreat continuously.

The elven commander, Besim, flicked his wrist, retracted the lance with blood droplets, and paused to survey the surrounding battlefield.

The drow warriors in front seemed to have temporarily abandoned the plan of direct confrontation, moving through the familiar streets and buildings, using the complex terrain to counterattack the elves entering the city.

The brave elven warriors followed one after another. They also made the right response. Since they did not know much about the internal environment of Cold Wind Hold, they simply changed the environment, not allowing these fancy buildings to block their way forward.

Various low and mid-level magic spells rolled through the building complex in front, and soon the buildings in front turned into ruins. After it was difficult for enemies to hide, the elven army advanced in formation again.

Although this would delay some time and the efficiency would not be too high, it could reduce more casualties for the elves, which was worth it.

War casualties were inevitable, but this did not mean that the elven commanders could squander their warriors at will.

For example, in this siege, they could have proceeded step by step in an orderly manner. Although this would take longer, the loss of elven warriors might be less than the loss caused by two consecutive days of high-intensity fighting, while inflicting more damage on the drow.

However, the elven command was still willing to bear the cost of a portion of the soldiers' casualties in order to make capturing Cold Wind Hold their primary goal, because they did not want any delay that would allow the Northern tribes, who were eyeing them covetously, to find an opportunity.

No one was kind. The contract that the elves sent envoys to reach with the Northern leaders, in the eyes of the elves, had no binding force. If they could tear up the contract at any time, then the Northern leaders must have also planned ahead.

Although the news from the elven intelligence system showed that, except for Nasir Fortress, which had obvious troop mobilization, the other tribes in the North had not made much movement so far, the elven commanders still did not dare to be careless and regarded this neighbor as nothing.

As long as they could capture Cold Wind Hold as soon as possible and inflict a heavy blow on the main drow army, then even if the North reacted and wanted to tear up the contract to reinforce the drow, with the comparison of the strength between the two sides, the elves could retreat or continue to confront them with ease.

After all, this war, the North was not the main attack direction of the Elven Kingdom. Their real opponent was still the dwarf kingdom in the East.

Of course, the elven army's mobilization of 500,000 troops southward this time was not just to eliminate the hidden danger of the drow. If the defenses of the Northern tribes were indeed lax and unprepared, and if they defeated the main drow force while their own strength allowed, they would not hesitate to continue southward and take control of Catoer Fortress, this natural chasm.

As long as they controlled Catoer Chasm, the Elven Kingdom would be able to mobilize more easily in future wars, whether against the dwarves or the wilderness, avoiding many concerns.

"General, the main force of the drow army is gathering on a large scale."

An eagle-beast knight circled down from the sky, with countless scars remaining on his armor. It seemed that they had also received a lot of blows in the sky.

"Where is the gathering point?"

Besim's face straightened, and he asked in a deep voice.

"Near the south of this city, even most of the drow warriors on the east and west walls have withdrawn."

"It seems they are preparing to escape!"

"Or, are the drow organizing their manpower to launch a counterattack against us?"

Besim was a little hesitant. The elven army had only just captured the northern city defense not long ago, and it had not been half a day since they entered the city. The drow's change was somewhat beyond his expectations.

The overall strength of the drow was not weak. If they were determined to rely on the familiar environment of the inner city to resist, it might take half a month for their own army to completely capture this city.

However, the opponent's abnormal behavior also made the elven commander Besim inevitably suspicious, worrying that the opponent would have other traps.

"Continue to stare at them, and report any major moves immediately!"

"Yes!"

"Pass my order, the vanguard legion in front will temporarily suspend the advance, garrison in place and wait for reinforcements from the rear!"

"The main force of the central army will press forward and converge with the vanguard."

One after another, the orders were transmitted from Besim's mouth, and soon they spread to the various branches of the elven army. The elven legions also cooperated with these orders and began to readjust.

In the southern district of Cold Wind Hold, hundreds of thousands of drow troops gathered, including several drow generals, who were reorganizing their somewhat chaotic troops.

"Although the plan is ahead of schedule, the risks have also increased greatly, but since the Matrons have not sent a signal to change the plan, then we must firmly implement it!"

"Everyone! This plan concerns the future life of our drow race in the wilderness, and even relates to our survival. Not for the great Mother Goddess, not for the Matrons, but only for ourselves, we must ensure that this plan is successfully implemented!!"

"We are willing to defend our glory to the death!"

"Departure!!"

Creak!!

The gate of the southern city slowly opened. The elven legion soldiers assigned to the southern city, who were working hard to contain the drow on the city, were stunned, and then turned to joy.

"The city gate is open! Charge!!"

Although they did not understand why the city gate suddenly opened, such a good opportunity was what the elven soldiers outside the southern city wanted to see. Immediately, an officer roared and led the soldiers to charge up.

Teams of elves followed closely, but they had only rushed out a few tens of meters before they turned around and fled in a panic, losing the elegance and composure of the elves.

Thump! Thump!

Teams of drow cavalry rode komodo giant lizards from the underground, orderly pouring out of the city gate, their cold lances held diagonally to the ground, heading straight for the fleeing elves in front.

Behind the cavalry legion, ropes and ladders fell from the city walls. Countless agile drow warriors climbed over the city walls, and landed under the city in a few breaths with the help of the ropes and ladders. Then, they drew their weapons and followed the cavalry legion to kill the elves outside the southern city.