Accompanied by the loud sound of horns, the army of thirty thousand shouted as they charged into the Elf Forest.
Upon entering, they could see the interior of the Elf Forest burning fiercely, as if it had just undergone a major battle. The army's pace slowed as they remained alert to their surroundings. Although the environment before them was a complete mess, it was possible that enemies were hiding nearby.
The mages detected that the flames here were traces of spellcasting. This news greatly surprised the soldiers; it was very clear that the one responsible for such a feat was that Witch.
"Truly amazing. That person almost destroyed the Elf Race single-handedly. Fortunately, she is on our side. It's unimaginable what kind of magic could cause such wide-scale damage; that is simply a nightmare for any military formation."
"Indeed, no wonder His Highness Shurein stated that her strength far exceeds that of the Hero. Such terrifying magic... she likely possesses combat power close to that of the Demon King."
"Fortunately, this great one is on the side of us humans."
Voices of exclamation, shock, and admiration rose one after another. Although they hadn't directly witnessed the peerless grace of that Witch casting her spells, the tragic state of the Elf Forest was enough to let them know just how horrifying and terrifying the Witch's strength truly was. It was no wonder His Highness Shurein was so confident in taking down the Elf Race; the army was merely a foil. The combat power His Highness truly relied on was this powerhouse who could take down the Elf Forest single-handedly.
"Stay sharp! The Elf Race's archers might be lying in ambush nearby. If we lose after all this, we won't have the face to see anyone when we get back!"
There were also strict generals dissatisfied with the situation, believing it was too early to relax. If the Elf Race had truly been wiped out, that person would have returned to report long ago. But that person had not returned, instead lifting the barrier as promised to let them launch the offensive, which indicated that the Elf Race likely still had combat power left to strike back. That person's magic was indeed matchless, but in the end, she was only one person. If the Elf Race's forces scattered and hid, no matter how powerful her magic was, it would be impossible to dismantle the entire Elf Race.
"These damned humans actually dare to invade our home!"
"Go to hell!"
"Fire!"
A flash of green light flickered in the forest, and in an instant, a dense swarm of arrows enchanted with wind magic shot toward the army's vanguard. Many soldiers at the front were harvested before they could react. The general leading the unit cut down the incoming arrows and shouted, "Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Magic units, give us support! Soldiers, charge with me! Kill—!!!"
The archery of the Elf Race was truly terrifying.
Its speed was like a bolt of lightning; one would see the green light flicker, and in the next moment, they were already hit.
Furthermore, its accuracy was something human archers could not hope to match.
Speed, accuracy, and range—all were incredibly strong.
On the side of the human army, before the magical support could arrive, more than thirty percent of the vanguard had been killed. The vanguard unit of three thousand men was instantly harvested in large numbers by the rain of arrows. The general leading the vanguard stood at the very front, charging toward the end of the arrow rain. His sword was sharp enough to cut down the arrows fired by the elves, and his shield was as hard as a rock, pushing straight forward against countless arrows. Behind him, the soldiers he inspired were not frightened by the sudden attack; even as they saw many comrades fall, they maintained high morale, following the general's footsteps to
carve a bloody path for the units behind.
Anti-air magic finally arrived.
A massive magic circle descended, and instantly, all the arrows being fired seemed to lose their power; even if they hit someone, they could not kill. Although the number of troops in this army wasn't huge, most were elites, and the number of people in the magic unit was as high as two thousand—no small figure! To become a mage required not only high talent but also a certain family background; such conditions destined 'Mage' to be a rare class. Even in a powerful nation like the Kingdom, the number of mages the entire country could dispatch would not exceed three thousand.
Shurein had suppressed all voices of dissent with violent means to dispatch this magic unit of two thousand. And it was precisely because of this unit's existence that the Elf Race's attack was brought under control in such a short time. One must know that the Elf Race's archery was peerless in the world; if the anti-air magic's reinforcement wasn't strong enough, it couldn't be blocked at all.
"Damn it!"
The elves in the forest looked at the glowing army with gnashing teeth. Where was the former elegance and beauty of the Elf Race? Their faces were distorted as they hid in the burning forest, their skin covered in burn marks. Hatred and pain had long since driven these elves mad. Now, their appearance was more like that of vicious monsters; when their pointed faces and ears became twisted with rage, they were not much better looking than ugly Goblins.
If archery was useless, they would use swordsmanship.
The elven warriors quickly adjusted their strategy.
Although the most common method at this point would be to have the magic units of both sides engage in a duel, the Elf Race's magic units could no longer form teams and had no capital to compete with the enemy's magic units. Therefore, they could only find ways to utilize their advantages as elves.
However, this war was destined for the destruction of the Elf Race. Their current combat power simply couldn't survive. Even their patriarch had abandoned them as they descended into madness. What hope of victory did they have? They were merely unable to accept the reality before them, unable to let go of the hatred in their hearts, pushing themselves into becoming crazed monsters. Even in death, they wanted to bite a piece of flesh off the opponent; they were just a group of losers who could only vent their anger through slaughter and death.
For they had already lost long ago. From the moment the Fires of Twilight, like an apocalyptic catastrophe, burned down their home, they had already lost.
This scene was exactly as shown in the prophecy.
The Witch's flames brought the end to the Elf Race... Meanwhile, at the rear of the Elf Forest.
The elven warriors had all run to the front to die, and the conservative faction that had originally planned to flee had been wiped out by Spider Child. Those remaining were children who hadn't been born long ago; the oldest among them were close to Felimeth's age. But as elves are a long-lived race, their growth is slow, and their mental maturity is correspondingly slow. Thus, these young elves didn't pose much of a threat, which was why Spider Child didn't kill them all. Of course, the main reason Spider Child let them go was that she was in a hurry.
When Felimeth and Sophia arrived, they saw their students being watched by these young elves. Although the Reincarnators' thoughts were more mature than those of the young elves, there were many among the young elves who could cast spells. Thus, these several Reincarnators were very unfortunate; they were caught by these little brats just as they tried to escape.
Fortunately, these young elves were not yet like the adult elves who were full of prejudice against humans. Their young hearts couldn't fully understand such emotions, so they didn't go as far as to mistreat or kill the Reincarnators out of hatred. Otherwise, having just been saved by Spider Child, their deaths would have been too pathetic. However, they felt their current situation was embarrassing enough.
"Damn it, we can't even beat a bunch of little brats!"
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