Chapter 957 (1/2)
On the other side of the castle, a stage play called ”slaughter” is gradually entering a climax.
When they saw that the enemy had only dozens of ELF warriors, the panicked black blade mercenaries quickly recovered their morale.
After two defensive battles, the mercenaries also learned something about their enemies - these ”long eared warriors” are really powerful. I'm afraid only Byrne Knights dare say they can win one-on-one; But coincidentally, they are not good at dealing with heavy infantry in formation.
What's more, what they mercenaries are good at is group fighting!
With bloodthirsty laughter, the mercenaries quickly gathered into a formation of six to eight people, waving ferocious chain hammers and cold flashing halberds to the elves.
In the face of fierce mercenaries with no sense of honor, the elf warriors, who are few enemies, do not hesitate to draw their swords and charge, and burst into their front without changing their face.
Between the blood splashing, the mercenaries retreated first.
At the moment of confrontation, the mercenaries in the front row flew into the air with their heads in order!
The indifferent Elven warriors are like emotionless killing machines, waving Azores long knives like light and shadow with fast hands, maintaining a compact team formation, and breaking into the front of mercenaries from the center.
Facing the Azor long Sabre forged with secret silver in the hands of the royal court warriors, the shield of the mercenaries is no harder than a piece of wood;
Their chain hammers could not touch the bodies of the warriors at all;
Heavy armor is only a drag; The gaps between those armor are full of flaws!
This is not a battle, this is a massacre - there is neither the morale of the Legion soldiers to fight to the end, nor the flexibility of the demon hunters. In the face of the top ”four court” warriors of the Azores, the mercenaries have no room to fight back.
The ferocity of the enemy and the ferocity and chaos of the battle were far beyond their imagination.
They want to run for their lives, but the blade behind them follows;
They want to kneel down and beg for mercy, but what they welcome is a sharp blade that cuts off their heads;
Fear makes them tenacious, but they can only become the target of the enemy's knife test;
The only thing you can do is cry before you die.
”Help --!”
”No, no!”
”Spare me! Spare... Ah!”
”Let me live!”
”Surrender! I surrender!”
”Reinforcements, call reinforcements!”
”We were abandoned!”
The sound of killing sounded throughout the ancient castle, and the mercenaries fell in pieces.
However, the Elven warriors of the imperial court are still executing the orders of the second imperial court, Shira, ”obstruct the enemy's defense and buy time for the imperial court warriors”.
If you want to buy time, of course, the best way is to kill all the enemies.
The fairy girl standing in the back row hummed a lovely tune as if she hadn't seen anything. Her feet in small leather boots kept popping ”water flowers” in the pool of blood and gently patted her fleshy cheeks.
The battle on the opposite side has gradually come to an end. The defeated mercenaries on the whole line die and escape - most of them are scattered in situ, while about one fifth of the mercenaries hide in the inner castle and rely on the wall pier to ”fight to death”.
Of course, there is not much difference between the two results in the eyes of the Elven warriors in the imperial court.
”Lord Shira, the enemy has been basically eliminated, and the rest are fleeing to the inner castle.” an elf warrior stepped forward and reported to the second minister of the imperial court: ”what do you want to do next?”
”Of course, occupy some key positions of the castle as soon as possible, block the city gate from reinforcements, and kill those deserters.” the elf girl raised her head and glanced at him with dissatisfaction:
”Do you still need to be told?”
”But...” the elf warrior stopped talking, as if he had something to hide.
”Why?” she tilted her little head, and Shira's expression became more impatient.
”Adjutant Alexandra seems to be in a fierce battle with the enemy. So far, the result has not been determined. Do you think we should...”
”Support?” Sheila widened her eyes and looked at him strangely: ”is your head funny? What's good for us?”
”But after all, they all carried out the orders of his highness rodria. If they failed, wouldn't they...”
”If you fail, it must be the fault of that smelly guy Alexandra. Anyway, it is definitely not the lovely Shira!” the fairy girl with wide eyes tooted her mouth: ”we have done everything we should do, so it must be her who is wrong. She is responsible, not us!”
”She's the one who died. It's Alexandra!”
”Yes...” the elf warrior bowed his head and had to turn the topic to the other side:
”In addition, about the enemy of the inner castle... Do you want to consider that this may be the enemy's trap.”
”Of course it's a trap!” the elf girl interrupted him again.
The elf warrior was silent.
”Otherwise, why do you think the enemy's defense is so lax? Who is fighting with Alexandra? Don't you understand after seeing the battle in the daytime?” Shira raised her mouth:
”Our opponent... The prince's opponent, the Duke of Byrne, is as confident and conceited as the fool Ogan, but with a little more cleverness.”
”He designed this trap to lure us into the hook; but in order to ensure that the castle will not fall, he must have more backhands to guard against this; guess what is his biggest card for a conceited guy?”
The elf warrior shed a cold sweat and hesitated:
”... himself?”
With her little head tilted, Shira smiled.
”People really want to see the guy who can kill the stupid Ogan.” the corner of her mouth evokes a crescent like arc, and the elf girl provokes her flawless big eyes:
”I'm afraid that when I see the lovely Shira, I can't help but want to kill someone else?”
”So in order to prevent him from doing so, before meeting him... Shira has to be prepared.”
As she spoke, the fairy girl slowly pulled out the short knife from her back, turned the handle of the knife, raised her jade finger's right hand, played the nonexistent strings in the air and danced up and down.
With the silent movement, the corpse of the fallen mercenary in the pool of blood began to move, struggle and twitch... Like a puppet dragged with silk thread, stood up rigidly and picked up the weapon dropped on the ground.