Green Monster Epic

Chapter 898: The Elf's Choice

The sudden all-out attack by the elven army caught the dwarven commander, Greybeard, completely off guard, and he roared, "Pass down my orders! The vanguard will hold their ground and must stop the elven offensive!"

"Anyone who retreats will be executed on the spot!"

To avoid being attacked from above by the fortress, the main dwarven force was still a kilometer away from the vanguard. Although joining the battle wouldn't be difficult, it would still take some time.

The elves' sudden attack from the fortress, seemingly abandoning its defense, took Greybeard by surprise and worried the wilderness commanders like Albard.

After all, their mixed army had only launched its offensive against Warhammer Fortress less than half a day ago. It would still take days for the fortress's defenses to be breached!

Mario's eyes, hidden beneath his silver helmet, flashed with intensity. His spear danced in his hands as he led his elven infantry into the dwarven lines, exploiting the gaps created by the vanguard's light and heavy cavalry to further tear apart the dwarven formation.

Judging by the preparations of the wilderness and dwarven armies, they were determined to retake Warhammer Fortress. With their military strength and tactics, the fortress's fall was almost certain; it was just a matter of time.

Mario was confident that as long as he didn't want to abandon the fortress, even if the defenses were destroyed and breaches were made, the dwarves would have to pay a heavy price to retake it.

However, this wasn't the outcome the Southern Elven Army wanted, nor was it in Mario's interest.

The kingdom's initial goals for the campaign, it now seemed, could only be achieved if the homeland provided sufficient reinforcements. But the news that Countess Alicia and her party brought to Mario dashed that hope. Even if the kingdom reinforced the central and northern fronts, it probably wouldn't add much to the southern front.

Considering the repeated defeats and the significant losses of kingdom officers, for the elves, who had difficulty with reproduction, stubbornly defending a city at the risk of losing a major border force was not worth it, at least in Mario's opinion.

Since the fortress would be abandoned sooner or later anyway, given the inevitable outcome, it was better to choose a way that was more beneficial to the elves to end the war.

Currently, he had ample troops, nearly 300,000, enough to handle any situation. With the advantage of the fortress's terrain, he could easily wear down the dwarven army.

Even if the fortress's defenses were eventually breached, Mario was confident that he could lead the remaining elven army to break through. However, this plan required a prerequisite: that the elven powerhouses above could hold off the wilderness and dwarven powerhouses.

Allen's display of Saint-level power was too fierce. Although Mario had encountered Saint-level figures before, they didn't seem as strong as that bugbear. In particular, the scene of him resolutely cleaving the city left a trace of fear in Mario's heart.

If the elven powerhouse team couldn't contain that Saint-level figure and he was free to wreak havoc among his troops, then even if his command skills were excellent and his arrangements were proper, it would be difficult to ensure the safe withdrawal of his main force.

After weighing the pros and cons, Mario gritted his teeth and decided to abandon the fortress's terrain advantage, engaging the dwarves and wilderness armies below the mountain with his entire main force on the very first day.

His army wasn't good at defense. Their overall strength and coordination were superior to the dwarves and wilderness rabble outside the city. Now, with the element of surprise, they could definitely inflict heavy damage on the army outside the city while carving out a path of survival for themselves.

The biggest advantage of this choice was that it could preserve the kingdom's main force as much as possible. These brave soldiers were the kingdom's greatest asset.

The sudden attack by the 300,000 troops caught the dwarven and wilderness soldiers completely off guard. The dwarven lines suffered a heavy blow, and the vanguard's defensive line, composed of 40,000 elite troops, quickly collapsed under the human wave attack.

The Thorns Coalition soldiers on the left flank of the dwarven army were also extremely nervous. Fortunately, the main force was still more than 2,000 meters away from the battlefield, and Albard had previously ordered the construction of defensive positions. Now, seeing the surging tide of people attacking from the flank, Albard had plenty of time to react.

"Shield Warrior Corps, advance 1,000 meters and build a defensive line!"

"The long-weapon corps will be behind the Shield Warrior Corps, building the second line of defense!"

"Melee infantry corps..."

The four corps that had been sent out could no longer be withdrawn. They could only be used as sacrifices to slow down the elven army's attack. Even if some of them managed to escape back, Albard wouldn't show mercy and let them go.

"The supervising team is ready! Any deserters who dare to charge the阵地 will be killed without mercy!"

As Albard expected, the four 10,000-man corps that had been deployed only lasted a dozen minutes before their flimsy formations began to crumble.

As the first corps couldn't withstand the pressure, and the first soldier to flee with his head in his hands appeared after losing less than a third of their forces, it triggered the actions of the remaining soldiers.

The officers who served as the backbone of the army, as well as the embedded veterans, performed better, desperately fighting and shouting orders, trying to stop the corps from collapsing. But everything they did ultimately had little effect. The elven warriors, with their boundless numbers and oppressive presence, broke into the army formation, their blades sharp and their killing intent rising, disrupting the Thorns Coalition's vast army formation.

In less than half a magic hour, 40,000 Thorns Coalition soldiers had disappeared into the sea of elves. And in this half a magic hour, a seemingly well-organized position had been built on the original Thorns Coalition position.

However, there were already many corpses in front of their formation, all colleagues who had fled from the front corps. They thought they were saved, but they didn't expect that just as they approached the front of the position, they would be ruthlessly raised by their colleagues and their lives would be harvested with a sword.

At this time, these deserters, though numerous, were no longer a valuable force, but enemies who could pose a threat to the army.

Albard floated forward and came to the front of the army's position. He chanted a spell, and the mithril staff that Allen had given him flickered with electricity. A huge, white, spherical lightning ball slowly appeared.

The elven army almost crushed the four corps of the Thorns Coalition and did not stop chasing, or rather, driving the fleeing wilderness warriors towards Albard's main force.

"Shake!"

Dozens of huge currents extended from the half-meter-large lightning ball at the top of the staff, and then surged towards the ground in a fan-shaped area, quickly landing in the leading team mixed with wilderness deserters and elven warriors.

Buzz buzz buzz!

Strong and huge lightning bolts connected and ran through the crowd, and every unlucky person who passed by was full of blood, his hair was upside down, and a smell of burnt meat came from his body.

At the same time, arrows rained down from behind the elven troops, covering the entire sky and falling directly on the Thorns Coalition position, including Albard's figure.

On the position composed of countless faces of various races of the Thorns Coalition, many warriors had nervous and timid expressions on their faces, and their big hands tightly held the weapons in their hands, and their eyes flickered to the faceless crowd in front.

The arrows falling from the sky were all-pervasive, and they could always find mistakes in the solid defensive formation of the Thorns soldiers and shoot directly into it. One by one, the unlucky wilderness warriors had not seen their enemies, and they covered the arrows that suddenly pierced into their bodies, and they fell down in despair, or made a suppressed and fearful moan.

"Hold on!"

"Cheer up!"

Behind him, a group of divine术辉 suddenly rippled open, turning into a stream of heat flowing through the warriors' bodies, melting the ice of fear in their hearts and stimulating the courage and wildness in their hearts.

There were also the officers standing tall and steady in front of everyone, giving these warriors a little strength with their calm shouts.

"Engage the enemy!"

"Kill!"