South of the imperial capital, the blockade area, on the Bank of the gem River, Empire Avenue.


    Only after personal attempts can we understand what a terrible trouble it is to manage a large territory and an army of tens of thousands of people.


    Despite the power given by the elf prince, this does not mean that Anson ZAD, the chief Wizard of the royal court, can immediately command the tens of thousands of ELF warriors - on the contrary, this is at most the beginning.


    He must personally meet with each warrior leader, reorganize them after taking an oath of allegiance, assign tasks, hand-in-hand account of the work, send messengers to deliver letters and supervise the progress of the task, and then... Repeat the above content almost a thousand times.


    Basically, this is what he has done day and night in the past few days.


    What he did was just "take all the baggage and prisoners, meet according to the designated route, and then move forward". It didn''t even involve any part related to the battle, and gave the warrior leaders a great deal of freedom, which still kept him busy.


    Leaning on a magic wand snatched from an aristocratic manor, the sweating Anson ZAD raised his tired eyes, and some of his scalp looked numbly at the dense Azores warriors on the way.


    In the past, he would be proud of such an army, or at least have a sense of security; But now he can only feel trouble, trouble, countless troubles.


    It''s terrible, it''s terrible... Why does his highness Rodriguez Azores always look relaxed and comfortable when commanding the army, and he becomes a mess?


    Take a deep breath and Anson ZAD sighed helplessly.


    The blindfolded elf girl immediately behind Anson ZAD struggled with her long sword like a walking stick: "the baggage team was completely dragged down at the end of the team, and there were prisoners - just now a warrior leader said that almost two or three thousand prisoners were at the end of the team, and there were signs of escape."


    "It seems that our plan is still too ideal. With so many troops retreating on a large scale, there are more problems than expected."


    "This is not idealized at all, not at all!"


    Anson ZAD was powerless to retort: "this army and these warriors, who used to cross the imperial line in just five days, and fought with two imperial armies in three days, occupying most of the territory of West Saxony!"


    "If they can accomplish so many things in ten days, there is no reason why they can''t withdraw to the designated area and reorganize the defense line in four days - so there must be something wrong and something wrong. Things shouldn''t be like this!"


    "So it''s not the samurai''s fault, but Anson''s lack of ability?"


    "I... i... ho!"


    The speechless Anson ZAD opened his mouth and found himself unable to refute; So he stamped his feet and stepped forward.


    "Anson... As always, is unwilling to admit his mistakes and shortcomings."


    The blindfolded elf girl said to herself, "if this goes on, when will the only eldest son of the ZAD family grow up?"


    As she spoke, Lori ZAD followed her angry brother.


    The next second, the blindfolded fairy girl suddenly stopped, pressed the knife with her right hand and turned behind her.


    "Anson!"


    The crisp angry drink made the elf wizard who had not yet recovered from his shame instinctively look back, and he saw that the elf girl was standing in place, like a great enemy.


    "Elder sister..."


    "There is a voice... Approaching from the rear of the team." Lori ZAD''s face is as heavy as water. Although she blindfolded, she can still see her serious expression: "it''s not easy to judge the distance, but... It should be the cavalry of the Empire."


    Cavalry... Knight Byrne?!


    Anson, whose face was startled, had no doubt at all. He raised his right wand and a bunch of "Jiao lightsabers" burst in the air.


    "The whole army... Stand still --!"


    The moment the order was given, the whole marching team was quiet.


    "The front team changes to the rear team, start the formation in place, close the line, and prepare to defend against the enemy!" the hasty Anson immediately issued another order before finishing the last sentence:


    "Send a messenger to contact the rear and find out the situation!"


    Before he finished, dozens of Elven warriors had rushed towards the rear of the whole marching team.


    At the same time, the whole army of Elven warriors began to gather together at the same time - although that said, in fact, only thousands of people in the front could really get Anson''s command, and the team in the back was still moving slowly until the roaring horn sounded.


    Different from the close formation of the imperialists, the battle mode of the Azores must lead to their loose front. Therefore, the length of the whole marching team is twice and a half that of the imperialists of the same strength. The most direct consequence is that the speed of getting news is very slow.


    After nearly a quarter of an hour, Anson ZAD, who had gathered a third of his troops, finally got accurate information from the rear.


    And it''s the worst, the last thing he wants to see.


    "Baron Turin, Duke of Byrne, raided the baggage team at the back of the marching team. After defeating the Elven warriors guarding the baggage, he took more than a thousand prisoners. Now he is organizing an army... He is still attacking?"


    "The troops in the back row are organizing defense. They haven''t broken through yet, but..."


    Looking at Anson ZAD, who was shocked and angry, there was also a trace of discontent on the face of the breathless Elf Warrior: "there are many enemy cavalry, and they can do little damage to them with leather armor, spears and knives!"


    Anson, whose face was as heavy as water, raised his right hand and signaled that the other party didn''t have to go on.


    "Loren Turin... He came for you, more accurately, for us, more than 20000 Elven warriors."


    The blindfolded elf girl whispered, "it''s only a matter of time for him to break through and rush here... Do you want to fight?"


    Anson clenched his teeth and his palm trembled as he clenched his wand.


    The situation is completely different from what was expected.


    He guessed that the other party would launch a surprise attack while he retreated, but he completely didn''t expect that the other party would attack from the last side of the team when he was about to meet his highness Rodriguez, not at the time of his departure or during the journey.


    If the judgment is good, there should be about a day''s journey between yourself and your highness.


    But the current war situation is very disadvantageous to himself.


    On the wide road, it is a natural and excellent battlefield for heavy cavalry; Byrne knights can charge with all their strength, defeat the Elven warriors and kill themselves straight all the way.


    At that time, I will have to face the same situation as the war of eboden again... No, even more terrible than that time. This time, I will not face the exhausted wizard, but Duke Byrne, who is fully armed and surrounded by countless guards.


    So... Must we fight?!


    Do you really have the courage to make up your mind to fight Loren Turin?!


    Shivering elf boy, the cold sweat on his forehead fell like raindrops and wet his clothes.


    "Pa."


    His white little hand pressed his wet shoulder.


    "Elder sister?"


    "There''s nothing to be afraid of. I''m right behind you," Lori ZAD whispered. "Don''t put too much pressure on yourself, Anson."


    "I didn''t..." what else did the elf boy want to explain.


    "Leave it to me here."


    Before he finished, the blindfolded fairy girl stepped forward and blocked Ansen behind her: "give me the command of the army, and then you hurry to the siege camp as soon as possible and ask his highness rodria to send troops to encircle and suppress Loren Turin."


    "At Anson''s speed, if you''re alone, you should be able to get there without having to spend half a day - before that, I''ll try my best to hold Duke Byrne and block him here, and the rest will be handed over to Anson. Please!"


    "Go, don''t worry, let alone feel guilty. This is the best choice right now."


    The voice fell, and Lori ZAD''s face was a little more determined.


    But Anson didn''t have the slightest idea of retreating.


    "No... no, I can''t leave this monster to my elder sister to face alone."


    LORI Zade, who was slightly stunned, looked back: "Anson, it''s not you who are uncomfortable and angry now..."


    "I''m not angry!" snapped the grumpy elf boy:


    "I''ve just had enough!"


    "I''m tired of being calculated by the other party at every step, of being played by that hateful guy as a mindless fool again and again, and of falling into his trap again and again!"


    "This time, will it be the same this time? Did he guess that I didn''t dare to face him, so he provoked me in this way?!"


    "Or did he guess my plan long ago, so he arrogantly felt that as long as I realized that I was seen through by him, I would run away immediately?!"


    "It''s ridiculous, it''s ridiculous; there are only a few thousand cavalry, but there are more than 20000 elf warriors on my side. The combat power is 20 to 1. Why am I the one who fled because of fear? Shouldn''t it be him?"


    Listening to Anson''s restless self talk, the blindfolded elf girl opened her mouth and stopped talking.


    "So if I don''t run this time, I won''t let the monster be satisfied again - I''ll fight him to the death, even if it costs more!" Anson ZAD roared:


    "The whole army - array, prepare for war!"


    "Here we meet Loren Turin, the Duke of the Empire who humiliated the Azores in eboden!"


    "In the name of the eagle king and in the name of the great righteousness of Azor''s life and death, I assure you that today next year will be the memorial day of Loren Turin!"


    …………………………


    Empire Avenue, the rear line of the Azores army.


    The spacious imperial Avenue was covered with bodies, including imperial people and Azores; The Ranger knights who had just defeated the Azores put down their saddles, cleaned the battlefield with the help of a few survivors, cleaned up the bodies and made way for the horses.


    "With all due respect, Duke, this is not the time to clean the battlefield." regrell, the count of white horse peak, who hurried back, followed closely behind Loren, and always focused on the knights who were cleaning the battlefield:


    "What we have just defeated is only the Azores elves escorting the luggage and dragging the army behind. At best, less than one twentieth of it; if we continue to waste our time cleaning the battlefield, 19 percent of the Elves will run away!"


    "Nineteen twentieth?"


    The black haired wizard who stopped looked at regrell behind him with some surprise and some laughter: "you mean that after they got the news of our raid, they would choose to escape rather than turn around and fight with us - we are facing an army of 20000 Elven warriors."


    "Quantity can''t tell everything." regrell frowned. "We have more than 1000 elite knights. In front of us is the open imperial Avenue. No amount of troops can stop the wall charging of Byrne Knights - time is the fighter and the key to whether we can win."


    "If we continue to spend so much time, we will really have no chance until the enemy meets the headquarters of the siege camp or completely organizes the defense front!"


    "Yes, time is the fighter." Lauren nodded. "That''s why we have to wait."


    Regrell frowned even more: "I don''t understand. What do you mean..."


    "If it was the little prince who commanded this army, I would probably accept your suggestion... No, if it was him, I should have taken advantage of this gap to go to the imperial capital."


    Loren shrugged: "but now the enemy''s reaction tells me that no matter who the commander in chief of the army opposite is, he must not be the rodriya Azor who fought us in eboden!"


    "In the past few days, I have fought with this elf for almost seven or eight days. This is a guy who is easy to be anxious, but sometimes very stubborn. Therefore, if he knows that the attacker is me, he will never escape, but turn around and fight with me."


    "So I''ll buy a little time to judge and bet on whether he will really be so desperate crazy - if so, ah... We can not only defeat him, but also have a chance to annihilate him!"


    Regrell was completely surprised.


    For the first time, he found that he didn''t know the Duke in front of him at all - God knows how many bold plans were stuffed in his mind?!


    More than 1000 knights and reinforcements who don''t know when they will arrive. He plans to wipe out 20000 elves by these?!


    Ask yourself, regrell thinks that if you encounter such a battle, you must first consider retreating - this is the normal commander''s thinking. The victory or defeat of the moment is not important at all. Preserving the army''s organizational system and combat effectiveness is the most important


    "Duke, the Azores are attacking!" a demon hunter who came back to report interrupted regrell''s thinking.


    "Herald rally!" Lauren''s face showed a happy smile:


    "Right in front of the target, the whole army charged --!"