If it were a human army, a general would not usually take such risks. Because in the current human perspective, the responsibility of a general is to think, lead and command. Only when he had to lead the guard to attack, the most forced situation, would he not benefit his army. But the elves are different. Although these elves who claim to be Yasuul are beautiful and elegant in appearance, they have a strong respect for courage. It is common for an elf general to charge himself in battle (especially in small battles of thousands). Therefore, after Ashrufate issued this order, his subordinates did not try to stop it, but regarded it as a legitimate order.

Besides, if the so-called "prince" among the elves (or Prince Ashrufate) is converted according to actual power, it is equivalent to the level of a lord among humans.

Ashrufate quickly arrived in the queue of the Silver Helmet Knights. He had a large squad, two hundred Silver Helmet Knights. At this moment, he already knew what kind of soldiers the Silver Helmet Knights were. Unlike Marines, these knights were all composed of elves' noble children, and their armor, weapons and horses were all provided by themselves (this is no different from human knights). These noble children were all equipped with expensive and gorgeous sets of armor, which were used to charge and encroach on the battlefield. However, because elves' war horses had better physical strength and flexibility than human horses, they could also perform some light cavalry tasks.

Ashrufate didn't know what the title of "Silver Helmet" came from, but he estimated that it must be related to the tall helmets of these cavalrymen. Although they were equipped with their own equipment, the shape of the helmets of the Silver Helmets was surprisingly consistent, which should be a kind of tradition. These helmets were large and gorgeous, and were polished like a mirror. In addition, the Silver Helmets all wore shining white battle robes, which made their clothes look uniform.

Many humans believe that the elves must be elegant and noble, good at various arts. But in fact, the elves are also very realistic. They do not live in a peaceful land, and it can even be said that their lives are full of threats. In this war-torn era, the elves must be prepared for war. They teach their children to learn music, literature and poetry, but also teach their children how to use spears, bows and swords.

A subordinate brought him a war horse (he had been hiking in the previous marches, together with the Marines). This horse was not much different from the horses used by humans in the whole, but it was different in details. The elf war horse had a short head, a long neck, a beautiful armor, a short and strong back and waist, a developed limbs and tendons, a graceful body, and a well-proportioned structure. Although Ashrufate was not an expert in horses, he also learned some of his appreciation of horses during his years as a knight. Such a magical war horse was enough to become a collection of a great noble or even a king in the king's kingdom, rather than being sent to the battlefield.

"Let's go." Ashu Rufate jumped on the war horse. After a little attempt, he found that the horse was very easy to control, and the whole set of horse harnesses was similar to that of humans. It seemed that humans and elves rode horses no differently. "Catch up with our evil cousins!"

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Karuf gently held the reins in his hand. Because he wore a heavy-duty helmet that covered his face and left only a "T"-shaped gap, his vision was very bad. Usually, he would not wear such a cumbersome helmet during the march, but now he has put it on.

If you wear this helmet, you will directly cover your face, and other positions except your eyes and part of your nose will be covered. No one can judge his expression from the narrow "T" slit, nor can you know his mood at the moment.

He was already a lord - that is, a real noble, which was promised by the Witch King himself. If he could complete this mission, he would become the actual ruler of a territory (which should be a fortress or a smaller city). This was a dangerous task, with more than a thousand soldiers, but they had to go deep into the rear of Yasu and find a foothold for himself without any support. It would take at least thirty days before he could get the first reinforcement, and no one could guarantee the number of these reinforcements.

However, Karuf did not complain about the world. In fact, this task was his proactive request. The class of the Shenwu Elves has been solidified, and it is almost impossible to upgrade from a civilian to a noble or from a noble to a prince. However, the road between the dark elves is always open, but death and blood are usually paid as sacrifices on the road. Karuf was once a middle-level officer, without any special contributions or experiences, and he did not even remember the nickname, which belongs to that ordinary type. However, because of this task, he was directly promoted to the lord.

It is really urgent for the Witch King to break the current deadlock.

"Master!" A voice interrupted Karov's thoughts. Because the helmet covered his sight, he turned half of his head to find the speaker. It was his scout captain.

"The sentry we left behind reported the news!" The captain's voice was a little surprised. "As you expected, the Yasuols are sending cavalry to pursue, and the prince is among the cavalry."

"I want accurate news." Karufu's voice sounded cold, but he felt a sense of ecstasy.

"It's the Knights of Silver Helmets!" The captain continued to report. "We can see the outfits of our stupid cousins ​​from a distance. One of them was dressed differently from the others and was in the lead position in the team... the only explanation is the prince."

Sure enough, the young prince chose to pursue without hesitation.

Karuf has carefully judged the difference in military strength between the two sides. No trace of horse hooves was found at the scene where the detachment was annihilated, which shows that Prince Ashrufate's subordinates were mainly infantry. This is easy to understand. There is indeed no need to bring any cavalry when he is a lord in a port city. At this moment, the cavalry led by the prince is the troops stationed in the city of Irebe, with a total of about two hundred people.

There is a reason why the prince was so bold, mainly because the distance between the two sides was too close. Karuf really couldn't choose a battlefield that could implement the ambush tactic. The so-called "ambush" is not just about finding a place on the roadside, but requires various preparations. In a typical ambush tactic, in order to avoid being discovered by the enemy, a large number of fortifications or camouflage props are needed to ensure the concealment of the soldiers. Unless it is a special terrain such as dense forests, caves, etc., there are few places with natural environments suitable for ambushing a unit of hundreds of people. However, no one is a fool. If there is such a perfect terrain, no one will stop and check the surrounding situation first.

At least Karuf didn't think that the Divine Martial Elf would be so stupid, and he rushed into a trap full of loopholes. Even if Prince Ashrufate was young and reckless, his subordinates around him should remind him in time.

A young prince... he thought in his heart, and he won a complete victory in the first battle. Now he must be full of confidence and pride. Prince Ashrufat has only 200 cavalry under his command, and his subordinates have nearly fifty more cavalry than the prince. And he can be sure that since he had previously hidden his troops in the camp, he deliberately strengthened the peripheral anti-reconnaissance when he set out this time, and at the same time used magic as a cover, Yasuol's scouts must not confirm the number of cavalry.

"Operate as planned." Karuf ordered. "The infantry continues."

His plan is simple and simple, that is, relying solely on the cold beast cavalry in his hand to fight against Yasu's silver-helmet knights. If he can defeat this army, he can ensure that he retreats safely. Of course, it is best to kill the young prince on the spot, so that he can even directly react and counterattack.

Under his leadership, the cold beast cavalry quickly formed a battle formation in the middle of the road. The sharp weapons in the hands of the dark elves shone with dangerous light in the sun.

Karuv's waiting time was not long. Soon, Yasuul's troops appeared in the distance. When the silver-helmet knights saw this situation, they quickly formed a formation from a safe distance. As cousins, the military qualities shown by both sides at this time were very close. The land that was about to become a battlefield was silent, and only the soldiers of the two armies looked at each other silently with cold eyes full of hatred. The mounts under the crotch of both sides were infected by the atmosphere and kept roaring and jumping.

The first one to launch the attack were the dark elves. Karuf raised the spear in his hand upwards. In an instant, the cold beast cavalry drove the mount under his crotch to move forward in small steps. At first, they made small steps forward, but in a flash, the cold beast's speed began to speed up, and then suddenly turned into full speed charge without realizing it.

The Silver Helmet Knights were not willing to be outdone, and in a blink of an eye they also began to charge across the board. The cold beast roared and rolled in like black thunder, while the Silver Helmet Knights came towards them like white lightning. The earth seemed to be trembling slightly.

"Do it!" Karuf gave this order to the sorcerer with his will in his mind. The dark elf warlock who had been hiding on the side cast magic in time. In an instant, an invisible but extremely terrifying demonic aura surrounded the soldiers of the dark elf. Usually, the fear caused by this magic will directly lead to the collapse of the other party. Only the soldiers with the most courageous congratulations will not escape. Magic did cause a brief chaos, but the next moment, the mage of the elves also cast magic in time, drawing energy from the wind of light, and granting it to the Silver Helmet Knights to strengthen their confidence. The result of the two tit-for-tat magical confrontation was evenly matched. The Silver Helmet Knights neither disintegrated because of the fear caused by magic nor became particularly brave because of the power given by magic.

The only result of this wave of magical confrontation was that there was no result. The cavalry of both sides had collided head-on in a blink of an eye.

It is hard to describe the chaos and massacre of the two sides when they collided. The spears in the hands of the knights pierced each other, instantly taking away countless blood and lives, and war horses and cold beasts fell in batches. Since the number of both sides was not large, the front line was insufficient in length and thickness. They did not fall into a melee like the usual cavalry battles. Whether it was the dark elves or the divine martial elves, they quickly left the battle because of the high speed of the mounts. The wounded and dead were left on the ground, as well as mounts who were free from the control of the rider. Almost all the riders who were unfortunately knocked down by the mounts were seriously trampled and injured, and even if they were not dead, they could not fight again.

Karuf's spear tip picked up at least two silver-helmet knights, the second of which was hit by him, without armor protection. The neck of Yasuul's spear was cut in half. The feel of the hand from the handle of the spear and the bloody smell of his nose made him feel excited. In the brief moment when the cavalry on both sides reorganized the formation, he suddenly rushed out of the queue, held the spear high, and challenged the Yasuuls one-on-one.

Yasu and others would never ignore this challenge. As he expected, Yasuor (no doubt, this is Prince Ashrufate) immediately stepped forward and met and accepted his challenge.
Chapter completed!