The final remnants of power in the Elf Kingdom began war with the Dragon Nest Tribe.
Outside the stronghold, Dragon Nest Beastn and Elves engaged in fierce combat.
The Elf army seed crazed, surging like tides, each Elf Warrior appearing indifferent to their own life, rushing forward desperately to inflict wounds on the Dragon Nest Beastn, as if harboring deep-seated hatred.
The war began with intense close-quarters carnage.
The Beastman Legion of the Dragon Nest Tribe were shocked by the enemy's madness, their montum montarily suppressed.
However, their usual excellent training kept the Beastman Legion closely knit, raising a Long Spear Array to tightly combat the enemy, relying on the surrounding walls to maintain the defensive line, showing no signs of collapse.
"Kill!"
"Kill them!"
An Elf, eyes bloodshot with rage, rushed forward, disregarding the sharp Bronze Long Spear array, throwing a long spear in hand towards the Beastn ahead.
Thud!
The spear pierced the eye socket of a Beastman, instantly penetrating the heavily armored Dragon Nest soldier, who fell to the ground bleeding profusely, creating a vacancy in the dense Long Spear Array, quickly filled by the backup troupe.
But the Elf t a grim fate too; before landing, several sharp Bronze Long Spears pierced him, blood splattering.
Even in death, the Elf stared at the Beastn with blood-red eyes full of hatred.
On the battlefield akin to a at grinder, the majority of the Elf army displayed such madness.
However, most of the Dragon Nest Beastman Legion wore Bronze heavy armor, making it hard to inflict significant damage unless hitting weak spots. The Elf army's casualties were much higher than those of the Dragon Nest Beastn.
Though their montum faltered, the Beastn, ard exquisitely, stood like iron walls on the defensive line, causing the Elf army to crash one after another into a wall of blood.
On the battlefield, fierce aura rose as arrows fell from the sky, Long Spear Array stirred, blood spattered, corpses sprawled across the ground.
In this iron and fire clash, many lives perished amidst the warfare.
"Gale Wave Triple Kill!"
Rip!
Gory swung a Bronze Great Sword from above, the sword splitting into three shadowy figures in the air, with an unstoppable montum, seeming to tear through the air.
Suddenly, three streaks of white light slashed across, with razor-sharp cutting power, sweeping in fan shape in front, extending over ten ters in range.
The Elves blocking in front were almost instantaneously felled or hard as the three streaks of light swept past, sent flying, limbs severed by the sharp energy, blood spraying everywhere, clearing a large area ahead, riddled with shattered Elf bodies.
Not long ago, forr rcenary Deputy Captain Gory gained the Gale Wave cultivation thod through rits earned since joining the Dragon Nest Tribe, developing the powerful Triple Kill combat technique in the cultivation process combined with his combat experience.
Using it for the first ti in battle yielded such remarkable success.
Despite obtaining the coveted Secret Techniques, Gory was not yet ready to leave.
For the Secret Techniques circulating in the Dragon Nest Tribe comprised six forms, each as effective as Gale Wave, and he had only learned Gale Wave, with five forms yet to be mastered.
Moreover, Gory had a lingering thought that if the Dragon Nest Tribe continued expanding at this pace, perhaps in less than ten years, it might grow to rule the entire Kawa Great Forest, establishing a kingdom.
Should he gamble on this?
Gory remained undecided, thus planned to stay for a while longer in the Dragon Nest Tribe.
At least, he needed to master the remaining five forms of the six forms.
"What's the matter with these damned fellows?"
The battlefield chaos soon dragged Gory's mind back to reality; seeing the Elf army charging fiercely again, Gory couldn't help but curse.
The longer the battle lasted, the more inexplicable it seed to Gory.
Early in the first stronghold's establishnt, Beastn encounters with Elves led to conflict.
Due to the inability to locate the Elf's lair, only passive retaliation was possible.
Repeated conflicts weren't intense; many were hard but fatalities were few, maintaining a low-intensity skirmish.
At that ti, it was thought little of, by Austin, the Dragon Nest Tribe's Lord, included.
Establishing strongholds and claiming new territories naturally warranted retaliation from forr territory owners.
Whether other large Beastman Tribes, powerful Lords of Magical Beasts, or Demon Beasts..... before stronghold establishnt, Austin and the Dragon Nest Tribe leadership were prepared.
The surprise was rely due to the opponent being Elves.
However, no one anticipated the Elf's counterattack would suddenly escalate to such a degree.
Lose the territorial dispute and move elsewhere to continue developnt was the usual response.
Yet these Elves seed to harbor mortal enmity against the Dragon Nest Tribe, unyielding in their vendetta.
"Do Beastn and Elves have so deep-seated animosity?"
At initial contacts and conflicts, eting Elves had similarly bloodied eyes, like seeing a father's killer.
Perhaps, Elves and Beastn were indeed mortal enemies; otherwise, this situation wouldn't occur.
Vague suspicions brewed within Gory's heart.
However, how things actually were possibly awaited post-war outcos, only determined after defeating the attacking Elves.
Reflecting on a strategy he previously proposed, Gory's lips curled slightly.
It remained unknown, after following his plan and defeating the Elf army, how great his accolades might be...
But patience was essential, as it wasn't yet the optimal mont.
"Slay! Exterminate these damned dwarfish creatures!"
Gory roared, gripping his Bronze Great Sword, charging first into battle with the Elf army.
Seeing their superior so valorous, the surrounding subordinates responded as if invigorated, charging forward yelling.
This battle's duration was uncertain, with the Elf army crazily assaulting the stronghold while the Dragon Nest Beastman army steadfastly defended like the Iron Wall Great Wall.
The battlefield seed a at grinder, grinding flesh back and forth.
As ti elapsed, both sides showed fatigue due to the fierce struggle, the Elf army also exhausted from heavy losses.
At this mont,
"The mont has co, cavalry charge!"
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