Chapter 396: Scene 116 Final Battle (4) (1st update, begging for subscriptions and recommendations)
When Brand and Conrad were in combat, Yohkel had already driven his lizardman warriors to split into two directions, bypassing the central battlefield and attacking the ruins from both sides.
But the Silver Elves were already waiting. Namenis divided his warriors into two teams, leading one himself and handing the other over to Hu Que for command. They guarded the side gates of the elf ruins and soon collided with the lizardman warriors emerging from the forest.
Those savage, simple-minded creatures screamed as they rushed out from the woods. They were agile and quickly climbed over the collapsed elven structures, but they were often met with a flash of silver light. The elf warriors, from their elevated positions, would stab downwards with their double-headed swords, piercing the throats of these crawling beasts, and then lightly push away the cold corpses with their elbows, tossing them off the ruins. At the edges of the elf ruins, where the dark green tide clashed with a silver line, seven or eight lizardmen were sent flying back upon impact, landing among their own kind and knocking down many others.
The momentum of the lizardman attack instantly halted. Rubis and the Grey Wolf mercenaries hiding in the rear could not miss this opportunity. They immediately loosed the arrows and crossbow bolts on their strings, creating a cacophony of twangs. From the back of the ruins to the front, lines of white stretched forth, extending into the lizardman formation, making it seem like they had run into an invisible wall.
The slender, dark green warriors fell back row by row.
In Vaun, an ordinary person, a human crossbowman with formal training, can shoot six times a minute. Not to mention these seasoned mercenaries, who were ten to twenty times more dexterous and stronger than ordinary people. Even with heavy four-armed crossbows, they could rain down fifteen to twenty bolts per minute.
For the lizardmen, it was a disaster. As the iron rain descended upon them, it was like a grim reaper in a black cloak, armed with a scythe, sweeping over their heads and slashing through their ranks with a sharp blade. Death ensued continuously.
The squad leaders and lizardman officers at the rear tried to muster crossbowmen in retaliation. However, most lizardman crossbowmen fell short of Black Iron power — following the general trend that remote attackers are typically of lower level than melee fighters among the same species. Or, having just reached that tier, they lacked formal training. Moreover, the closest crossbowman squad to them had already been scattered by Medisha at the start of the battle.
Although the Silver Elf Princess belonged to the royal family, she hailed from Vaun’s largest era of warfare. Her grasp of the battlefield situation had long become instinctive.
Lacking long-range counterattacks and cover, the lizardmen began to halt and even retreat.
The elf commander with the golden helmet glanced downward, immediately drew the dragon horn from his waist, and blew it. The long, drawn-out tone had been ingrained in these warriors’ hearts for seven centuries — for it only meant one thing: Charge! The Silver Elves, with a simultaneous clang, raised their gleaming double-headed swords to their right chests—
"Who are we?"
"The Ahalan Sword!"
Namenis nodded and swung the Commander’s Sword downward. The Silver Elves roared in unison and launched the charge. It was like liquid silver raining down, a singular silver line pouring forth, rendering the lizardmen powerless to resist. They faced not only a group of silver-level warriors, perfectly coordinated but also eleven battle skill masters.
The mercenary’s long-range strikes extended backward, damaging seven heavy crossbows in just one round. When the last spare heavy crossbow was retrieved, Sanfde had to switch to a short bow. Despite this, the young man still felt his blood boil.
Less than seventy paces ahead lay an endless— or rather, a boundary stretching to the edge of the forest — dark green army. Yet those savage creatures, no matter how hard they charged, couldn’t breach that silver line. What’s more, the Silver Elves had initiated their charge:
Ten against hundreds of lizardmen.
This was true combat. Listening to the elves’ ancient war songs, Sanfde felt his blood ignite from within his bones. A shiver swept through his entire body as if he had returned to the ancient battlefield existing to resist the forces of darkness.