The air appears calm in the night. This is a rare warm night for Nagaros, with the breath of soil and grass spreading on the earth. This is how life is. As long as the outside world's rigor slows down slightly, they will sprout and grow in the gaps without realizing it, struggling to find their own space in the world. Even if this is the last warmth before the arrival of the severe cold, even if they will be killed by the severe frost in the future, they will not change this persistence.

A thick layer of dark clouds covered the stars and the moon, covering the earth with deep darkness. Above a steep mountain, Garard and Akalina were looking at the faint firelight in the distance. It was this light that pointed out the barracks of the two armies.

"You shouldn't have killed that shadow warrior." Akalina said in a gentle voice. The witch wore a ritual crown that symbolized the God of Blood Hands on her head, and only had a small amount of fabric covering her chest and crotch. This dress further highlighted her strong figure and her smooth and elastic skin. If she could ignore her as a witch, she would be a rare beauty even among the dark elves. Of course, she had to ignore her as a witch.

"I thought the witches were all eager for blood." The assassin beside her replied disapprovingly.

"Don't treat others as brainless." The witch replied. "I don't want people to know about our arrival."

"Don't worry." Galard took off the mask covering his face, covered his mouth and nose, and took a deep breath greedily. "Now the two armies are in confrontation, they will fight to the decisive battle tomorrow. Whether it is Prince Ashurufat or Lord Hed, there is no time to care about the life and death of a small scout. Even if they know, they will only treat it as the other party." He said softly, but his voice seemed like a "scroll" sound from the snake's mouth, which still made people full of vigilance.

"Who did you say will win?" asked the witch.

"Lord Hud may win." The assassin replied uninterestedly. "It seems that both generals have a dragon, and there is a chance of an air showdown in the end. I heard that Lord Hud has never been defeated in the air battle."

"Didn't you see Prince Ashrufate's blood dragon flag? The dragon-shaped flag... Since his family has left this flag, it means that he must be a prince who is good at fighting on dragons. Although Hurd's record is extraordinary, if he underestimates the enemy... he will not tolerate any carelessness or underestimation in the duel."

"You are the one he shouldn't underestimate the enemy the most." Garard chuckled, but it was in his ears. "Don't worry, I know what to do. In any case, tomorrow during the day, they will have a life-and-death duel, and only one can survive. Tomorrow night, maybe the night after tomorrow, the one who survives will die."

"It's not me, it's the God of Blood Hands." Akalina corrected. "And his two-faced and three-sword made the Witch King tired."

"Prince Ashurufat actually occupied a good place as a camp." The assassin changed the topic. "An ancient ruin."

"The ruins are just right for burying the corpses of those traitors." A bloodthirsty fanaticism burst out in the witch's eyes. "I hope Prince Ashrufate will win tomorrow so that I can do this with my own hands."

The assassin shrugged. The witches are really the most unpredictable creatures in the world. "It's time for us to leave." He reminded him.

The queen turned around and left, and Garard followed her. The assassin was a little surprised that the other party dared to turn his back to him. Beware of the night and the poisonous blade, and never turn his back to an assassin. This is a proverb among the dark elves. It seems that the protection of the God of Blood Hands made the witch lose this vigilance.

Once Prince Eshu Rufat dies, those stupid and weak Yasuols will be in vain. There is no doubt that they will stop in place for a few days without moving. When the forwards of the legion arrive, they will lose the opportunity to retreat forever. This is the end of the expeditionary force... He happily imagined how much impact his actions would have. The assassin's blade is better than the general's strategy.

Once the expeditionary forces are eliminated, those stupid cousins ​​will never have a chance. They will exhaust their strength in a lasting tug-of-war that must be put into full force and then be defeated without any effort.

This seems to be a complete idea, but there are many problems and details that must be solved. The first is Lord Hurd's hypocritical disobedience to the Witch King. But why did the Witch King choose such an inappropriate opportunity to punish him? If Hurd suddenly dies after victory, who will the real benefit?

What are the forces behind this that drive this matter? It also means that the Witch King must make compromises?

The assassin suddenly stopped and slowly pulled out the long dagger that never left his body. Although he was sure that his movements were absolutely silent, the witch in front suddenly turned around and had a long and curved knife in his hand.

"You can try it, Galard. I promise you will never dare to stay with women again."

The assassin smiled. He squatted down and used the dagger in his hand to cut off a half-human-tall lonely plant on the side of the road. The white liquid oozed out of the incision.

"'White Death'," the assassin carefully dipped the liquid on the blade of the dagger. "A very strong poison, only one of the most insignificant wounds can take a life. The poisoned person will die silently in his sleep. The only disadvantage is that the medicine is effective for a limited time and will fail in about ten days. Whether it is Prince Ashrufate or Lord Hed, they will like it."

The witch looked at his every move coldly. However, after the assassin completed his poisoning action, she couldn't help but take a step back.

"They will all like it." The assassin repeated, retracting his dagger and chuckling with a gesture of "continue walking".

...

The desolate gray land is shrouded in the breath of death. From dawn, two armies have injected into this battlefield like flowing water, a land that is about to be irrigated by blood and sown by corpses.

"Let the White Lion Chariot move to the left wing." Ash Rufate calmly gave the order. At the same time, he noticed that a team of dark elves warriors were prevented from being blocked in front of the multi-headed dragons on the left wing of the opponent's formation.

"What are those?" Ashu Rufate asked Arast beside him. "Their formation is not very neat?"

"Ah, those are the recruits," Arrathet explained. "A habit for the Truzis. Each Truzi lord will appoint an experienced veteran to command inexperienced recruits. His task is to train these young soldiers to fight for the lords throughout their lives. And to achieve this, a common method is to put the recruits into battle and then train those who survive back. Because our evil cousins ​​all believe that those who survive back are valuable for training."

It turned out to be cannon fodder... Ash Rufate imagined these enemy recruits placed before the giant beast. In this way, he understood this strange arrangement. These new recruits with disorganized queues rushed up and entangled with the warriors of the Shenwu Elves. Then the giant beasts would trample on everything they touched regardless of the enemy's charge, trampling and ravaging everything they touched, instantly breaking down the entire defense line.

"Let the crossbows come here!" said Ash Rufate. "All the crossbows. Remind them that the target is a multi-headed dragon. No need to care about it other than that."

Ashurufat continued to observe the enemy's formation. At this time, he noticed that a team of soldiers wearing black armor were moved to one side and sent to the flanks of the enemy's Cold Beast Knights, which seemed to be used to fill the gaps left by the Cold Beast Knights after the charge.

"Prince, those are the dark guards." Arathut reminded, "The most elite troops under the Witch King. Although they are our enemies, they are indeed awesome opponents on the battlefield. The offensive is unstoppable and the defense is as stable as Mount Tai. Prince, they are hiding behind the spearman..."

Lord Hudd's formation was very clever. Ashu Rufate could see that Hudd did not set up a passive defensive formation because of his disadvantages in his troops, but was prepared for an attack. The idea was probably to assault on both wings and defend the center. He was very clear about his advantages and disadvantages... He placed the powerful bull dragon on one side, the Cold Beast Knight and the Elite Dark Guard on the other side, and his crossbowmen and ordinary soldiers in the center. Perhaps because of the small number, he did not spread the crossbowmen evenly, but concentrated them all in the center and placed them in front of the infantry.

The field of vision is very good, and there are no hills, woods, trenches and other terrains nearby, so the mobilization of both armies falls into the eyes of each other. With his extraordinary vision, Ashu Rufate grasped every mobilization of Hurd. This was a frontal battle, but there seemed to be many details behind it. Thomas once taught him the key to marching and formation, and emphasized some things that must be paid attention to. These things are firmly remembered in his heart at this moment. This was actually his first time commanding a large-scale elves army array, but in a sense, war is always similar to any race.

"Kay, you are responsible for commanding the left wing of our army." Ash Rufate said. "Let your white lion warriors follow you. In addition to the white lion warriors and chariots, I will give you four teams of archers and an equal number of spearmen to command. You may be attacked by the superior enemy, but you must hold on. This is my order!"

"As for your order, Your Highness, Prince." The female captain of the white lion warrior replied without blinking.

"Garce!" Ashurufate ordered another general. "Come and command the center of our army. I saw the enemy put a large number of crossbowmen in the center. They were defensive formations, but they could launch attacks at any time. You only had two teams of spearmen. I have already put the spearmen on the front line, the Silver Helmet Knights on the second line, and ordered the spearmen to hold on the spot. If the enemy charges, you must give the spearmen support, otherwise you will have to take the Silver Helmet Knights on the spot and find a gap to support the two wings. But remember, the formation of the spearmen must be guaranteed, which is the first element."

"As for the right wing, I will command myself." Ashu Rufate faced the other one. "Master, you said you can be 100% sure that their warlocks cannot cast spells."

"I'm very sure." The great magician nodded in agreement. "We will use the magic diversion technique to make them lose their ability to cast. I have great experience in dealing with our evil cousins' dark tricks. But Prince, I also remind you that this means that our magic cannot be cast much. In addition to the defense you request for the central spear infantry, we may use up to one or two more magic."

Ashurf nodded. At this time, the last subordinate who had not received the order, namely a dragon prince, made a dissatisfied voice.

"Your Highness, you seem to have forgotten us, and your star dragon."
Chapter completed!