Mage Legend Chapter 355 - 28 episodes, Double Law

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War clouds have been looming over the Elf Kingdom, with no sign of dissipating. The elves, who have lived here for generations, are all tense, a feeling they haven’t experienced for thousands of years.

The ghost troops attacking from the east and the rn from the west seem to be facing unexpected resistance. The rn have completely lost their way in the jungle, and most of their leaders have been eliminated by Caidi and others. Although this scaly horde still maintains a massive nurical advantage, their combat power continues to decline. The vampires eventually broke through the tower defenses in the Elf Forest, yet couldn’t eliminate many of the defiant Elf Priests. A few giant eagles arrived from the sky to evacuate the tower’s mbers in ti, sparing them from being engulfed by the undead army. The Druids set up layers of traps along the path of the vampires’ advance, using the power of nature to fight against the undead army.

So of the younger elves were curious about the giant eagles that arrived, and they were visibly excited. However, the older ones sighed silently in their hearts: "In the stories, there were tens of thousands of giant eagle legions, Anriel’s strongest aerial force. Is this all that’s left now?"

It wasn’t just the giant eagles; many of Salantir’s units have been lost to the annals of history. Only a few nostalgic elf tribes have symbolically retained so configurations. The most famous among them is the elven armored legion. In the general impressions, elves are always agile, clad in light yet resilient armor, fighting like dancers. That kind of heavy armor belongs to dwarves and humans. But in reality, the Elf Kingdom once had a powerful heavy-armored army that nearly overturned all war traditions.

These heavy-armored soldiers were trained Ranger Warriors who crafted armor for themselves from the heaviest wood, then used the "Ironwood Technique" to harden it like steel—if not sturdier. With such protection, they didn’t need to relocate on the battlefield, and their armor spared them the physical exertion of dodging. As for their attack thods, be it long-range archery, spells, lee combat, or even treating wounds, they could handle it all on the front lines. When necessary, they could also summon ferocious animals, especially those falcons, to assist in aerial attacks, making them the most robust defense line of the elves.

"Each of them would be equipped with more than ten blades, ensuring that their hands are never idle," Lynch said. "In front of their line is a swirling blade formation; no matter how thick your defense is, you’ll be minced into pulp. If they were still here, eliminating these undead creatures wouldn’t be so laborious."

"Are they really that formidable?" Kuboert yawned, just waking up from sleep, his mind still unclear: "Then why did such a unit disappear?"

"They didn’t disappear; they were buried," Lynch noted. "Just like the Residual Star Swamp before us, who can tell now that beneath its calm surface lies a massive teor from the heavens? Perhaps, after this battle is won, the elves will again value these things."

Kuboert buried his face in the water, washing as quietly as possible. It was their third night in this marshland, with no moon in the sky; even the stars that should have adorned the night sky were nowhere to be seen. It was a pitch-black night, only oppressive impatience hanging around the two guardians.

"Lynch, will those undead creatures pass through here?" The Priest asked after tidying his attire: "If the battle ends without seeing the undead, I’d have no face to return to Heather. A Priest of Pate not standing at the front line when evil spreads is scarcely different from blasphemy."

"They will co, Priest," Lynch smiled. "Don’t forget your words; be sure to stand at the front line."

As they whispered, the wind suddenly ceased, and the oppressively warm feeling beca more pronounced. The air was filled with moisture, forming a thick fog at the other end of the marsh. The white mist obscured the previously visible woods.