"The Yasuols have not come yet." Lord Meglin stood up in front of the table, staring at each subordinate's face with vicious eyes. "Does anyone know what's going on?!!!"

The subordinates looked at each other, and no one dared to say anything. Not only them, but now the whole army clearly felt the uneasy atmosphere. They had been waiting for the Yasuers for six days.

First, the Yasuols did not show up on the second day. This was exactly in line with the expectations. So the dark elves used the precious time of the two days to arrange a cordon to ensure that each section of the river was within the sight of the sentry, and at the same time, a solid camp was set up by the river.

The Yasuers still did not show up on the third day. Of course, this was not outrageous. They spent this day preparing some fortifications to block landings and preparing for a blocking battle.

On the fourth day, the Yasuers still did not show up. Although the situation was a little wrong, they remained calm. The dark elves began to laugh at the incompetence of these stupid and lazy cousins. However, the senior officials sent a small number of scouts to the other side to reconnaissance the enemy situation. The previous scouts lost all their losses in the reconnaissance and anti-reconnaissance operations with the Yasuers.

But on the fifth day, even Lord Meglin felt uneasy. Although the Yasuers were stupid, lazy, weak and incompetent, they should have come. But the situation is that not to mention seeing the Yasuers by the river, even the scouts who were scouting across the river had nothing. The Yasuers seemed to have disappeared out of thin air. Did they get on the ship again? Or did they stop halfway? Or did something else happen?

"Master," finally a subordinate made a suggestion. "We must send more scouts across the river, and we must expand the search range to find the disappearing enemies. It is impossible for our stupid cousins ​​to fly away."

Lord Meglin's face was covered with clouds, and the thunder that was about to break out was condensed. He looked at the subordinate who was speaking with cruel eyes, making the other party's whole body numb. But he nodded in the end.

"It's impossible for our stupid cousins ​​to fly away," he said. "They are not familiar with the nearby terrain and can only cross the river from here... but I think... are we missing some key factors?"

During this period, through magic communication, Lord Meglin has further understood his opponent, the mysterious Prince Ashrufat. The prince suddenly appeared, and then obtained the recognition of the Emerald Queen with a combat plan, and then formed the expeditionary army with her help. This was probably all, but he still felt that something very important had been ignored by him.

No, it is impossible. It is impossible to hide an army of tens of thousands of troops. The scouts will soon find the enemy, and they will judge their direction of progress according to the traces left by the army... It should be like this...

"Wait a minute, Lord." A subordinate suddenly spoke. "If Prince Ashu Rufat had received the help of the Emerald Queen, then he might not have known nothing about the nearby terrain. For example, the route he chose." He continued. "According to the information, he chose a route that no one knew. The landing location was in a location that we were not very familiar with. No one could directly discover a suitable route based on imagination or luck. In other words, Prince Ashu Rufat must have known such a route from somewhere before he set out."

"Where will he know a route from?!" Lord Meglin's expression seemed to almost swallow the person who was talking.

"There is only one possibility: ancient books." The subordinate had a little courage and said all his words in one breath. "Since he found this long forgotten route from ancient books, he might also find an ancient map... a exploratory map left over from ancient books, unknown but does exist, which records in detail the terrain of this area, and may even have one..."

"A crossing the river in the mountains!" Lord Meglin said this with great force, as if he had posted a mouthful of poison on his tongue. He turned his head and shouted at the others: "Send it now..."

Before he could finish his words, a dark elf with a look of panic looked rushed into the venue. Usually, the guy who made such a move would soon disappear from the world. However, this time, before Lord Meglin's anger turned into actual actions, the reckless guy screamed.

"Master! Anfoglis's city appeared!"

...

"Quick, the whole army speeds up, the laggards' heads will be hung on the top of Anfoglis' city!" Lord Meglin urged his mount and ordered loudly to the troops.

No, it's not that bad, everything is still too late! He comforted himself in his heart. He left a unit. Although he was sure that this left-behind unit might not be able to support it for too long, it would be a very difficult challenge to capture Anfoglis in three or five days. If it was a secret raid, those stupid Yasuols might have hope of breaking the city in one fell swoop. But since he had received the magical communication, it means that the defenders in the city had started to organize defense in time.

He hasn't lost yet. As long as he can rush back, he can compete with Yasu and others at the city!

But he vaguely felt that things might not be as beautiful as he expected. Since the Yasuers carefully planned this roundabout raid tactic, they might have a backup plan. By the way, they are slaves! It must be this! The Yasuers must have sent people to lurk in the city. At the moment when the siege battle began, once the slaves in the city launched a riot, the originally insufficient defenders would be unable to cope...

Thinking of this, Lord Meglin felt anxious. He tried his best to urge the army to rush back to Anfoglis as soon as possible. However, it seemed that his bad luck had not ended, and fog was spreading on the sea, which forced the march to slow down a little again.

There was already a sea cliff in front. Lord Meglin suddenly found that the front army had stopped. This made him furious and drove his mount to run forward.

"Who stopped?"

"Lord." The general in charge of commanding the forward felt his anger. "But there was already a sea cliff in front of him."

"So what?" Lord Meglin asked loudly.

"We must send scouts to search for the situation on the mountain..." Seeing Lord Meglin's angry face, his subordinates were a little confident in their voices.

"The Yasuols are attacking my city at this moment!" Lord Meglin said in a gritted tone. "What enemies are there here? Haven't you seen the tide? When the scouts are reconnaissance, we have to wait for the tide to fade!" He had no chance to explain to the other party. "Transfer my order and pass the sea cliff immediately!"

The mist from the sea and mountains had already covered the area at this time. The dark elves seemed calm all the way, but when they almost all entered this dangerous terrain, a low and ominous horn sounded suddenly. In a short period of time when they were stunned, raindrop-like bows and arrows shot out from the hillside. Under this sudden blow, the dark elves fled around like headless flies to avoid arrow rain. Unfortunately, this is a beach, and there is no cover to avoid arrow rain.

The horns ceased, and with the roaring tide of anger, the elves of warriors holding spears appeared out of the mist, and they formed neatly square formations and charged against the enemy troops in a row of chaotic formations.

...

"...I want to ambush the Duruchi army, this is a good battlefield that can be selected from a hundred miles away. The prince decided to set up an ambush on the sea cliff. He placed the Dragon Prince cavalry and the White Lion chariot at the end of the road, let the Silver Helmet Knights hide at the intersection, and ordered them to attack immediately when they heard the horns and cut off the enemy's retreat. He himself led all the infantry and occupied various key points in the mountainous areas parallel to the coast."

"In order to lure the enemy over, the prince ordered the light cavalry to go to Anfoglis, and he specifically asked them to make a big fanfare, making the team much larger than it seemed. As the prince expected, when Lord Meglin heard that his city was being besieged, he immediately led his army back to aid regardless of everything. He even lost the caution he deserved and rushed directly into this road of death. Fortunately, there was a mist on the sea at this moment, so that the ambush could be hidden better..."

"...The Duruchi and the others were shocked. They had no idea that they would encounter ambush here. Under the attack of the bow and arrow, the Duruchi and the hearts were full of fear. They could not distribute the normal combat formation, so their combat effectiveness and confidence were greatly reduced. They fought in a panic and were cut down one after another by spears, battle axes and giant swords. Their crossbowers almost lost the opportunity to shoot after firing the first arrow. On the contrary, our archers occupied a good position, so they could shoot farther and aim more accurately. It was later confirmed that Lord Meglin died under an arrow passing through his neck. It is inferred that he was concentrated in the first wave of arrows, so the enemy completely lost command."

"...When the Dragon Prince cavalry launched a charge and defeated the enemy's only and last breakthrough effort, the battle had become unsuspecting. The scattered and terrified Truzis were driven out of the sea. The tide began to rise, and the Truzis soon lost their combat capabilities under the joint attack of the sea and our army. They were swept away by the sea and struggled on the sea. The mist dissipated, and I was surprised to find that several of our fast battleships (that should be the squadron responsible for peripheral reconnaissance) happened to be not far away. They quickly joined the battle. The Marines were on the ship, shooting the Truzis floating on the sea one by one as leisurely as shooting targets..."

"At dusk, I patrol the battlefield with the prince. The tide has faded, and the beach is full of various weapons. Most of the dead Truqi's bodies have been swept away by the waves... and there is a shrill scene on the sea... The bodies of our evil cousins ​​are floating everywhere, as well as vultures and other birds who come to eat after hearing the news. The sunset reflects from afar, making the sea surface bloody red, as if the entire sea is covered with blood... This may be a miserable picture for a poet like me, but it is a pleasing scenery for other soldiers of our army. Everyone is in a good mood. The only exception is Prince Ashurufat: he ordered the arrest of some prisoners for interrogation, and this order failed in the end, because none of Truqi survived the massacre..."

"...The next siege battle has no suspense at all. When the Truzis saw the head of their lord, they lost their will to fight and their confidence in perseverance. They found an opportunity to abandon the city and escape, but the prince had already prepared. With the front and back of the Silver Helmet Knight and the chariot, there were very few lucky people who could successfully escape..."

"However, for the prince, perhaps what will happen next is even more difficult than fighting..."
Chapter completed!