"As the naming privileges enjoyed by every historical recorder, I call this battle the 'War of Rage', because this battle took place in a place without a name, just a piece of unnamed deserted land on the desolate wilderness of Nagaros... This is the greatest victory we have achieved since we landed in Nagaros..."

"...The battle happened in the morning. When we realized that the enemy had already formed a formation in front and waited for us, we knew that we had fallen into a trap. I should be glad that we had a dragon but the enemy did not. It was with the breaking back and blocking of the star dragon that we could finally find a slightly favorable terrain and set up a formation in a hurry... At the beginning of the battle, it was not Prince Ashu Rufat who commanded us, but his deputy general Gars... No one knew where Prince Ashu Rufat went, but at that time we could only accept Gars' command first, because the battle had begun..."

"... At that time, I was in despair for a moment. Because there seemed to be no way to change our fate of defeat, our enemies made us farther and farther away from victory... But in the blink of an eye, our evil cousin was obviously shaken... Just like an illusion, Prince Eshurufat galloped around the battlefield with the head of Lord Siris, proclaiming us the message of victory..."

"... He broke through the encirclement and joined the phalanx of the sword saints... and then let a light cavalry show the captured enemy flag and the head of Lord Siris on the battlefield. Our evil cousins ​​quickly depressed and began to retreat. The prince personally led the sword saint to charge forward... The witches finally collapsed under the attack... This strike laid the foundation for this victory..."

"... Our army also paid a high price for victory... Gars, Ashurufate's deputy general, came from the Emerald King Court like me, led the Phoenix Guards to fight, and eventually died in the fierce battle with all the Phoenix Guards... No matter how his actions were evaluated during his lifetime, his death was noble. He fought gloriously until the last breath..."

...

Araset closed his record book. The great mages were already fully curing, but the wounded moans could be heard everywhere in the camp. In fact, even Araset himself had to wear a bandage to stop bleeding. Although the record officer usually did not participate in the battle, Araset had to participate in the battle as an officer at that time.

Someone walked in from outside, and Arast looked back at the entrance and saw Kay. This guy didn't participate in the battle because of his previous injury, so she has now become the specific person in charge of chores.

"Are you really an elf noble? I thought an elf nobleman was very good at fighting."

"I'm so embarrassed to let you down." Arasert touched his face, and his neck and chest were injured, so he had to wear a white bandage. In this way, although his injuries were not actually serious, they gave people the feeling of being a serious injury. "Well, you're not here to confirm my noble identity, right?"

"Prince Ashurufat is looking for you." Kay said simply. "An urgent matter."

When Araset arrived at the tent of Ashurufate, a bunch of guests had already gathered in it. Several of the dragon princes were arguing with Ashurufate.

"...But you must admit that soldiers are very fast! Now that our army is winning, if we don't take advantage of the victory, when will we wait for the enemy's empty royal city? I know that our army has suffered a lot of losses, but the enemy has greater losses! If we do our best, we can completely reverse the entire battle situation..."

"We have turned the whole battle around," Ash Rufate replied. He was very calm, at least to Arasett's eyes. He could not feel the joy of victory at all, nor any other unnecessary feelings. "Now it's time for us to retreat."

"Prince, I don't agree with you." A subordinate contradicted him in an emotional state.

"If I'm not wrong, the Witch King has withdrawn." Ash Rufate said. "Now we keep moving forward is to die."

"In terms of time, we should have an advantage...if we march quickly..."

"People, please listen to me. I know that everyone is eager to use this victory to turn the situation around. As you know, we already have the ability to turn the situation around. Moving forward the same path, we will capture the empty royal city of Truji and others. In another direction, we can point directly to the mining area without defense... In short, there are options for us everywhere, and each one can cause a fatal blow to the enemy. But I remind everyone that our enemies also know this!"

He paused for a moment and looked at his subordinates. No one expressed objection to this conclusion - because the previous war could only be considered a defeated battle, and too many enemies fled the battlefield. There were undoubtedly many warlocks, who would spread the news of their defeat in the form of magical communication. At this moment, all the dark elves should know about this: the main force was defeated, and Lord Sirius was killed on the battlefield.

"I can be sure that the Witch King has retreated. Although we are a little closer, they can easily organize a fast force to rush back to reinforce! In terms of marching, our army has no big advantage. I hope everyone will not be blinded by victory and honor! Please remember closely, what is the goal of our expedition? Our goal is to force the Witch King to retreat to Nagaros, and this goal has been achieved!"

Perhaps it was the calmness and calmness in Prince Ashrufat's voice that infected everyone. Araset noticed that everyone calmed down, including the emotional Dragon Prince, who stopped talking.

"Our evil cousins ​​may not be able to retreat." Finally, someone refuted. "Our main force will restrain them."

"Our Majesty may have given up this adventure and instead solved the problem in a safe way." Araset saw Prince Eshurufat answer without hesitation. "I conveyed the battle to him immediately after the war. But he has not responded to me so far. If our Majesty is confident to drag the enemy to the other side of the portal, he will definitely launch the restraining attack as fast as possible and notify me to enter the royal city immediately. But two days have passed and there is no communication... so I am sure that His Majesty gave up this adventure for safe reasons. Because in the event of a large-scale defeat on the front line, everything we do will become meaningless."

"Your Highness, Prince!" A soldier rushed in from outside. "Your Majesty communicates, he ordered you to retreat immediately!"

"As it true..." Araset heard the prince say softly clearly. "Read the content of the letter once and let everyone know."

The soldier did as he did. The content of the letter was not particularly complicated: the main force of the Shenwu Elves launched a full-line attack, and then found that the enemy's resistance was much less power than expected. The Dark Elves' Witch King acted quickly and decisively, beyond imagination. He had led the main force to retreat to the land. In order to prevent the enemy's pursuit, he even abandoned the defender force and destroyed the portal before they retreated. Therefore, although the Shenwu Elves annihilated the enemy's defender force, they could not stop the Witch King from leaving. At this moment, the Witch King had returned to Nagaros, and (undoubtedly) with anger, he wanted to cut the expeditionary force of Prince Ashrufate, the culprit who caused all this, to cut into pieces!

At the end of the letter, the Phoenix King reminded Prince Ashrufate not to act voluntarily, and retreating immediately is the best strategy.

The whole audience was silent.

"Everyone, if there is nothing else, prepare to retreat immediately. Retreat back to Grey Star Port." Ashrufate took a deep breath and said. "Let the mages strengthen their contact with our fleet... I am worried that the enemy may use the portal, so I must arrange the rear guards to prevent the enemy's pursuit... As for the order of retreat, I decided to let the cavalry be in front, the wounded and the baggage be in the middle, and I will personally lead the rear guard troops!"

No one gave any more opinions. So Ashurufat made a bunch of personnel arrangements about retreat, one of which was that Arrath was the vanguard of retreat. Arrath had no big opinions on this. Because in the previous wars, officers at all levels suffered huge losses, and as a nobleman, he was qualified to serve as an officer. Of course, on the other hand, there was nothing worth recording now that is worth recording.

A White Lion Captain suggested that the White Lion Warriors could be the rear guard. However, Prince Ashrufat refused this request, because the White Lion Warriors suffered huge losses in the previous battles, with more than half of their casualties, and were not suitable for such dangerous tasks. In the end, the troops selected to serve the rear guard were all spear infantry and archers - and they were the brigades formed by the release of slaves.

...

You can see the sea ahead.

This is already the edge of Grey Star Harbor, and you can see a fleet floating on the sea. Ashrufate stares at this sea, this vast sea. He remembers the sea view he saw above the dark castle. It is also the sea, the two are somewhat similar in some places, but there are more differences. This sea area, which is called "Sea of ​​Storm" by the elves, is more mysterious, more unfathomable, and more volatile.

He rode on the horse and watched the infantry beside him walk by. Although he was in charge of the rear of the palace, there was no expected battle in fact. Now he only needs to contact the fleet to board the ship.

For some reason, Ashu Rufate remembered the previous battle. At that time, the tragic battle had just ended, and countless corpses were lying on the barren gray field. In the most intense place of the battle, countless corpses were piled up and entangled. The blood had not yet solidified and wet the dry land, and even formed countless streams gathered in the depressions, forming one blood pot after another. Countless lives passed away. Even the Phoenix Guards, who were once arrogant, with golden light on their bodies, were no different from others after their death. The elves responsible for cleaning the battlefield found Garce from the pile of corpses of the Phoenix Guards, whose eyes were wide open and their weapons were still tightly held. This memory made him shiver.
Chapter completed!