Author: Ivan the Terrible

Eldan walked out of the hall, and what came into his eyes was a chaotic battlefield.

The Scoia'tael have been suppressed by the Aedirnians who are constantly rushing forward. The situation is getting worse and worse, with fewer and fewer elves left to fight.

Even the dwarf craftsmen have joined the melee, which shows how critical the situation is, but this is of no use in changing the status quo.

The Scoia'tael tried their best, but all they could do was a more organized retreat rather than a rout.

Their preparations before the attack of other people's army seemed to be too inadequate, and the time it took for them to be completely consumed was much shorter than they expected.

However, there were also many human casualties. In order to achieve this result, they paid a lot of casualties.

The Scoia'tael are all fighting desperately, and they all want to take a few Dh'oine back to die with them.

Death is not scary, not scary at all. All the Scoia'tael here are already prepared to die. They just want to take away a few more humans before they die.

And they don't want to be captured at all, because they know that the only outcome after being captured is cruel torture, so it is better to die.

Standing on the steps of the palace, Eldan bent his bow and nocked an arrow, and sent the arrow into the laughing mouth of a Cossack, making the guy never laugh again.

Then a soldier's head was exploded, and the arrow penetrated directly into the eye slit of the helmet. The man who thought he was completely protected fell to the ground.

Then he shot a man in a button-down coat through the heart, who was about to sneak attack an elf.

As an excellent archer, Eldain poured arrows wildly on the battlefield.

The Aedianites in front of him were also suppressed. Faced with those accurate and cruel arrows, no matter how brave they are, they will be afraid.

This is the power of an outstanding archer on the battlefield. He alone can suppress an army.

But, after all, it was just an archer.

Soon, Eldan had finished shooting all his arrows. He did not show any surprise and just drew out the Elf Scimitar from his waist.

Eldan's Elf scimitar has exquisite patterns, and the handguard is also a typical Elf craftsmanship.

The layers of iron scales increase the grip strength, and there is a purple gem on the handle.

There are not many works like this left in this day and age. It is a legacy from the ancestors of Eldain, dating back to the time when the elves still ruled this land.

Originally, the elf had sealed up this ancestral relic, and he thought he would never need it in his lifetime.

But after the drastic changes happened behind him, he turned the scimitar out again. From then on, the scimitar was full of human blood.

Eldan, who drew his scimitar, joined the battle group without hesitation. As his scimitar kept flying, humans fell one after another. He was as terrifying as a god of death.

The blood kept spattering, and then fell on the blood-sucked ground, like some kind of cheap watered beer being poured on the ground.

The commando captain's fighting posture is like a dance, and this is a typical elven war dancer posture.

In that era when humans and elves were still at war, such warriors were the nightmare of human soldiers.

Now that the Scoia'tael is surging, this kind of warrior has become a nightmare for mankind. These warriors dance the dance of death, both for their enemies and themselves.

In front of Eldan, no matter whether they are armor-piercing or not, they all have only one end, and that is to have their necks mercilessly wiped open.

Unable to restrain himself, the commando captain was immersed in this crazy game.

He was fascinated by the feeling of dancing on the tip of the knife. Seeing human blood splashing, the pleasure of revenge came in a steady stream.

A woman wearing black armor rushed towards him with a face full of hatred. This woman was very powerful in combat and had fought with Eldan several times.

But in the end it was Eldan who was more powerful and he forced the woman back and stabbed her in the arm.

When Eldan was forcing the powerful woman back, three human soldiers armed with spears rushed in side by side, trying to nail Eldan to death, but the elf just waved his hand and cut off the spears they stabbed.

Spear.

Then he came to the three spearmen with a dexterous posture.

Before the three people could react, Eldan's scimitar swung, and the throats of the three people were cut, and then they fell to the ground.

The blood spurted out all over Eldan. The still warm blood awakened the commando captain's emotions that were immersed in killing. He stopped his madness and looked at the scene around him.

At some point, he was surrounded by corpses, both human and elves, and their blood had gathered into small lakes.

There are not many elves still standing. They are all beside Eldan now, while the humans are seven or eight meters away from them.

About ten meters away, there was a group of soldiers holding tower shields and strange iron pipes. Surrounded by them were humans holding crossbows.

They all target Eldan and his men.

"Everyone, it looks like we have to die here together."

Eldan knew that it was a human fire portal gun, and he was still aware of the power of this weapon.

He knew very well that it was too late to dodge now.

Not to mention the fire door gun, there were crossbows and bows and arrows nearby. It was impossible to dodge so many shots.

In a few seconds, they would be dead.

But the elves still stood firmly by the captain's side, facing the impending death with their grace and pride.

As the human stuffed the burning wooden stick into the medicine chamber of the iron rod, a thunderous sound sounded.

Along with the projectiles in the barrel, there were also arrows and crossbow bolts ready to go.

Eldan and his comrades all fell down. Facing so many portal gun fires from this distance, the outcome was obvious.

The commando captain didn't feel any pain. Perhaps this was because of the arrangements the Nilfgaardian warlock had placed on him in advance? But Eldan didn't care about that anymore.

Lying among the corpses, Eldan's last consciousness was still functioning, and the hatred in his heart was still burning.

He just hated why he couldn't kill more humans, and this hatred continued until he completely lost consciousness.

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"Long live! Victory belongs to us!"

When Eldan completely lost consciousness, the human soldiers cheered, cheering for the defeat of that powerful enemy.

Because Eldan's previous performance was really terrifying.

Just in the past few minutes, this elf killed ten people in a row.

Even with other elves supporting the flanks, this record is really terrifying.

After noticing this, Hemei transferred all the shooters in the army and asked the frontline troops to retreat.

He wanted to beat that troublesome elf into a sieve and solve the biggest trouble at the moment.

However, he specifically ordered not to hit the head. If the head is hit beyond recognition and you can't recognize who it is, then the gain outweighs the loss.

This is the head that the king wants by name. How can you identify it if the face is smashed?

And his idea succeeded. Eldain was indeed beaten into a sieve by him, and he fell powerlessly on this land and died, taking with him the last group of Scoia'tael under his command.

"It was a brutal battle."

Seeing the soldiers and Cossacks who had stopped cheering come forward to collect the spoils of war, Herme said uncontrollably.

The Scoia'tael fought well, fighting to the last man and causing many casualties to humanity.

Now Hemei only hopes that her direct descendants will not die too many, and it doesn't matter how many hired guys die. Anyway, they are hired to protect her own people from the sword.

"Yes, so many elves have died, and we feel uncomfortable, but fortunately we finally won."

Malendo echoed beside Herme, with blood still on his body.

Marondo was commanding the militia of Fort Sazar, but as the battle turned into a melee, he had to fight in chaos. This is how he got his blood.

"Someone, go and cut off that elf's head. That's what the king needs."

Under Herme's order, a Cossack quickly walked to Eldan's side, picked up the ax and smoothly cut off the elf's head.

As if to show off, he held up the human elf and waved it to his comrades, who naturally burst into laughter.

Hermey felt a little uncomfortable, not because he had any moral obsessiveness, but also because he saw Eldan's face, even though he was dead, still full of hatred.

He really felt uncomfortable under those hateful eyes.

But this was the moment of victory after all, but at this moment, a change occurred.

I saw a green light suddenly appearing with Eldan's body as the center.

Then the light suddenly turned black, and in this black light, a figure took shape next to the Cossack holding Eldan's head.

What a disgusting sight it was, a ghost composed of rotting and broken bodies and equally broken and tattered clothes.

The chin on the ghost's face was missing, but making it even more terrifying, the chinless mouth still made a hissing sound.

It exudes an ominous green light, the green light that represents the plague.

"Damn it! Plague demon spirit!"

Having studied the knowledge from Ban Ade Academy and telling Herme what it was at the first time, it made him feel extremely ridiculous.

Damn it, why did the plague spirit suddenly appear?

"Retreat! Everyone retreat immediately! If you don't want to die, leave immediately!"

His words were too late. The moment the plague demon appeared, it tore apart all the humans within five meters of it. The corpses of the humans killed by it were rotting at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing this scene, everyone was frightened. Some turned around and ran away, some were frightened directly, and then the most reckless ones rushed forward.

Then the monster pointed at Hemei. Suddenly, Hemei felt a sense of dizziness, but the next moment, he regained consciousness immediately.

Hemei knew that this must be what the plague demon spirit was doing to her, but why didn't it work?

What Hemei didn't know was that the plague demon had just cast a curse on him, which would cause Hemei to suffer from the plague and die immediately.

But the problem is that the genetic disease in the Heme family is actually a curse cast by Heme's ancestors. When the ancestors killed a witch, the witch planted this curse before she died.

Now, the two curses are immediately in conflict with each other.

Being able to be passed down in Hemei's family for several generations, the curse is undoubtedly powerful.
To be continued...