Chapter 1093

When the elf prince was raided by Loren Turin by Anson ZAD and 20000 Azores, his heart almost collapsed.

The worst bad news in the world is not bad news, but to surprise you first and then say "but".

At the moment of receiving the news, the elf prince, who was so ecstatic that he almost jumped up, immediately learned another information from the Herald - the garrison of the imperial capital also got the news and sent reinforcements to Loren Turin. At the same time, an army was blocking his only way.

Rodriya Azores, who almost didn't come up in one breath, almost rolled his eyes and lay flat on the ground.

"Wait! You just said their defenders were out!"

"No, I mean... We saw Byrne and Armand's legion, with a total force of about 50000." the herald's elf warrior shook his head:

"The flags of these two armies can still be seen on the walls of the imperial capital, but almost all of them are iron crown battle flags - it is speculated that at present, the nobles in the city should temporarily control the city defense. Only a small number of Bain knights are left in the city, or their commander has gone out of the city for rescue, so they did not raise the flag."

The elf Prince showed a dilemma.

Could it be a trap?

It looks like a great opportunity to attack the city... Most of the main defenders withdraw, and the remaining Imperial nobles are not afraid at all... Their previous cowardly performance proves that these guys who look like enemies are more like their close comrades in arms.

Replace the imperial capital with two imperial court chiefs and 20000 Elven warriors. Even considering that they have to face the riots in the city and the counterattack from Loren Turin immediately after seizing the city, they still make a lot of money.

But the more so, the more the elf Prince has the impulse to "this is a trap".

After all, even if the garrison of the imperial capital is just a group of scum who will surrender when attacked on the wall, it will take time to capture the outermost wall and organize defensive forces; Before the reinforcements arrived, he had to face twice the enemy and the riots in the city alone.

And doing so is tantamount to giving up two very key combat forces, and it is easy to chill the rest of the warriors loyal to themselves... So the elf Prince hesitated a little.

"It takes one day to organize troops from the siege camp and then to the battlefield... Well, that's the key." staring at the map, the elf little prince said to himself, and his fingers gently slid between two points:

"If my army is stopped here, the ZAD brothers and sisters and 20000 warriors will be surrounded by Byrne's army - annihilate them all. Is that the plan you spent ten days thinking of, Loren Turin?"

"Eat the top floor of the imperial court and 20000 troops in one breath, ha ha... It's really too confident!"

"Your Highness..."

The elf little prince, who glanced at him with a sneer, knelt on the ground and the messenger's cold hair stood upright.

"Order all warrior leaders to come to me at once!" rodriya Azor raised his head. There was no hesitation on his face, and his eyes were full of War: "since this guy was going to have a big fun when he first came, how can I not win the lottery?"

"But unfortunately, the ending will not be as he wants!"

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Anxiously looking at the billowing smoke in the distance of the battlefield, Anson ZAD stood and sat uneasy.

He knew he had failed... Yes, although he was very unwilling, he knew very well in his heart... He had failed before the battle began.

Loren Turin calculated all the possibilities, even judged his marching route and speed, and every step he took was in his expectation; It is this terrible "prediction" that leads to the fact that one's own military strength is 20 times that of the other party, but he still can't see any hope of victory.

Yes, this is his real terrible place - not the strength enough to kill the chief inspector and deal with his highness rodriya Azor, but his character of extreme caution and boldness!

There is only a short day's journey between his army and the camp of his highness rodriya Azor, but he dares to intercept himself here. He is confident that he can withdraw before his Highness's reinforcements arrive after defeating and even killing himself!

This self-confidence is something you don't have

The cold sweaty elf boy showed a trace of bitterness in the corners of his mouth.

But even if you are doomed to failure, I will never let you end so easily - even at the cost of your life, I will make you feel a little fear before you die.

Loren Turin... Be prepared to pay for your self-confidence and arrogance!

"Attack, send orders to let the samurai press on the whole line!" Anson ZAD, who no longer hesitated, roared his determination.

"Now?!"

The elf warrior holding the flag on one side was stunned and slightly panicked: "but Lord Ansen Zade, the enemy is breaking through now. At this time, forming an array defense is the best choice. If the army is pressed..."

"Because it seems to be the best choice, we must do the opposite - otherwise, do you think the Duke of Byrne opposite would not have thought of it?"

The elf boy retorted angrily: "they only have a thousand cavalry up and down. Staying in place is tantamount to letting them choose to attack or escape at will; only when the whole line is pressed without giving them breathing time, can they regain the opportunity of winning at the last line!"

"Tell the brave and noble warriors that it is time to show their loyalty to his Majesty the eagle king and his highness Rodriguez Azores - even exchanging the blood of a thousand warriors for the head of Loren Turin is worth it for the great righteousness of Azores' life and death!"

"So attack. Even if you are destined to die here, you are loyal to the great cause!"

Looking at the chief Wizard of the imperial court who was so excited that he was a little crazy, the elf warrior who opened his mouth finally stopped talking and rushed to the front of the army with a high flag:

"In the name of the eagle king, the warriors of the Azores..."

"Draw a knife - meet the enemy!"

"Draw a knife to meet the enemy!!!!!!!!!"

The roar of shaking mountains and forests blew up over thousands of elves and warriors, and marched towards the battlefield with rolling smoke and dust.

This is destined to be a big bet - although he has more than 20000 Elven warriors, in fact, only thousands of people around him can be controlled by Anson ZAD.

In other words, at the moment when the general offensive order was issued, the whole battle was no longer under his control; No matter win or lose, he can only wait for the final result and has no chance to intervene.

The horn sounded like an eagle through the imperial Avenue. The Elven warriors who heard the horn gathered up one after another, drew their swords, raised their guns and rushed to the opposite side of the battlefield.

Tens of thousands of people rushed in the same direction. No matter the momentum or roar, they were no less than dull thunder.

When they noticed that the Azores began to launch an all-round attack, the Byrne knights who had been shouting for a fierce battle and wantonly rushed and killed immediately began to organize a retreat and move quickly to both sides of the Empire Avenue.

No matter how strong the cavalry is, they still dare not fight head-on in the face of dozens of times of infantry charge, because they are likely to be entangled - heavy cavalry without speed can't even compare with a light infantry.

Facing the oncoming wave of Elven warriors, the Byrne knights who "scattered and fled" are like a solitary leaf boat overturned up and down in the surging waves; At present, it can still be supported by speed, but it is possible to overturn at any time.

This gave great encouragement to the Elven warriors - also because this is the imperial Avenue. The narrow battlefield and flat road gave the Byrne Knights the opportunity to attack and defeat the enemy, and made their range of maneuver extremely narrow.

The Byrne Knights constantly gathered and charged, trying to interrupt the momentum of the surging attack; But in the end, they can only return in vain and retreat one after another.

"You let go, don't stop me!" lanmalos, who waved two guns, stared at him and pulled him desperately behind him. Regrell: "if you don't let go, I'll stab you together!"

"The whole army retreats. It's the Duke's order!" the count of white horse peak glared at him impolitely: "you can die if you want, but you can't destroy the whole plan because of you!"

"You go first and I'll cover you!"

"It would be nice if you could cover yourself and carry out the plan!" the count of white horse peak suddenly turned back and stared at the servant who trembled behind him: "bring the rope and shackles and bind him!"

The defeat of Byrne Knights made the Elven warriors who had been panicked in the raid extremely fanatical and rushed all the way along the Empire Avenue.

The situation is reversed!

The original formation has long been in chaos, or no Elf Warrior cares about the "formation" - all they have to do is rush to the direction where the smoke is rolled up.

"Attack! Attack! Attack --!"

The hoarse roar echoed in the desperate rush: "don't let those imperial people escape! Catch them and kill them all -!"

"Kill them all ---!!"

The spirit warriors with fire in their eyes raised their sharp blades and long guns one after another. Their tight bodies made their breathing faster, but this did not slow down their pace at all.

In the long and narrow battlefield, the Elven warriors in the back row can only see the running comrades in arms around them and the smoke rolling up in the distance; As for what happened before... No one knows.

They only know that if they can't be faster, all the credit will be taken away by their comrades in arms in the front row!

"Dang --!"

Kankan parries the long knife stabbed in the face. The gray pupil boy who slides backward tightens his arms, turns into gray blue pupils and stares at the petite figure waving the knife opposite.

LORI Zade, who failed in one blow, did not rush to attack. Instead, she stood firmly in place, holding the handle of the long knife with its scabbard retracted in her right hand.

On both sides are the Byrne knights who are constantly running back, and in the distance are the Azores elves who have been killed fiercely and smoke billowing.

"It sounds like the situation has been reversed." the blindfolded fairy girl said, and the back of her hand gripping the handle showed green tendons: "although I don't know what happened, it should be our side that won, right?"

The grey pupil boy with a cold hum held the sword in his back hand and said nothing.

"Run away."

The fairy girl said faintly.

Huh?

The stunned Lucian didn't react at once.

"Although your excellency is rude, but... Your sword doesn't mean to kill." Lori ZAD shook her head: "in other words, stopping me is your only goal, and now your goal has been achieved."

"The battle is over, your plan has failed, and now your master Loren Turin has only one choice - retreat and flee to the capital."

"In fact, this was originally your plan, wasn't it? Now it just happens to come true."

"Otherwise, if it goes on like this, the whole army will be destroyed; we have 20000 Azores and you only have a thousand Bain Knights; I don't know how to fight, but the combat power of 20 to 1 is enough to explain... Why are you laughing?"

"... nothing, just suddenly remembered the joke Lord Loren had played."

Sneering at the corners of his mouth, Lucian's expression became a little ferocious: "if numbers can determine the outcome of a war, then mathematicians should rule the world."

The elf girl's face changed slightly and didn't say anything.

"But since your hearing is so powerful, why don't you listen?" the grey pupil continued: "maybe if you listen again, you'll know why I haven't run away yet."

"Sir, as I have said, mocking me can't..."

The words stopped suddenly, and the expression of the elf girl froze.

She heard the voices that broke the silence.

The dense forests on both sides of the Empire Avenue, originally like a stagnant water, suddenly came a sound like a tide; The sound became more and more close, like boiling, and came to the Azores army behind him.

She heard those "voices" walking out of the forest in a unified pace;

She heard those "voices" holding up battle flags one after another, hunting in the flying dust;

She heard a tall and burly figure walking out of the front surrounded by thousands of "voices", holding an exaggerated two handed sword in her hand, standing at the front of the queue and pointing straight to the direction behind her;

She also heard the loud cry of the other party:

"Who are you?"

"Byrne -- -- --!!"

"Where did you come from?!"

"Byrne -- -- --!!"

"Why are you fighting?!"

"Byrne -- -- --!!"

The big sword was raised, and guy angert, the count of the mountain rock castle with a strong cloak, showed a heroic smile at the corners of his mouth. He was so excited that he stared at the Azores elves who had rushed towards him and cut down the sword edge:

"Then kill me --!"