As the first ray of sunlight pierced the darkness, illuminating the earth and bringing the dawn of a new day, the battle outside Augus City had also co to a complete end.
Flocks of crows hovered over the battlefield, uttering harsh "caw caw" sounds, and the expansive battlefield had been soaked into a dark red by blood.
Discarded broken armor and fragnted weapons were scattered everywhere, and burning toppled siege vehicles and towers could occasionally be seen.
Grotesque and horrific corpses were visible everywhere, densely packed, though a considerable number had already been stripped of their equipnt.
Tattered noble flags either slanted into the ground, were trampled to pieces, or like the burning siege equipnt, were slowly turning to ash in the flas.
And above the war, tall figures were busily rushing about, either picking up still sowhat intact equipnt from the ground, or disgustedly stripping armor and weapons from hideous corpses.
These were the Elf players who had participated in the battle.
Their equipnt was mostly battered, stained with mottled blood, and many had lost their Demon Beast mounts in this battle.
However, in this battle, they ultimately erged victorious.
The entire fight lasted a day and a night, and the outco was not uncertain at all.
Even though the Northern Empire Army had assembled a massive force of seven hundred thousand soldiers, the relentless assaults and in-fighting over consecutive days left the entire army utterly fatigued, its cohesion plumting to rock bottom.
Confronted with the charge of Elf Cavalry, they simply couldn’t muster an effective defense...
And the most direct result was the seven hundred thousand soldiers being directly overwheld by the god-like roaming cavalry units of the players.
On the battlefield outside Augus City, a spectacular great collapse unfolded.
And the most ironic part was that a significant number of the noble soldiers among the seven hundred thousand troops were not killed by the players, but instead, they were killed by their own kind, trampled and crushed in the chaotic retreat.
This was the main source of corpses on the battlefield.
Other than a few major nobles barely managing to organize their private troops to break through the encirclent and flee in disgrace, nearly seventy percent of the alliance was annihilated in this vast land within a day and a night...
Arthur, the commander of Augus City’s defending troops, stood on the hillside, looking at the vast battlefield, his expression filled with shock, and beyond that, a surreal feeling akin to dreaming.
He never imagined that the entire seventy thousand strong Imperial Alliance would be destroyed in such a manner.
Indeed, destroyed.
Seventy percent of the army was killed on the spot, and the remaining forces completely collapsed, which was enough to be called total annihilation.
And all of it, all of it was achieved by the Elf Chosen Ones through an almost miraculous ans.
He feared he would never forget the spectacular charge of the Elf Cavalry from a night and day ago.
He could no longer imagine any army in this world being stronger than the Elf Chosen Ones.
"How is it, Mr. Arthur, how does victory feel?"
A familiar voice sounded behind him, tinged with a hint of laughter.
Arthur turned around, seeing All-Star Ah-Dai standing behind him, still playing with a finely crafted noble commander’s sword.
Arthur was montarily taken aback, remarking with emotion:
"I never expected it, I really didn’t expect it..."
"You didn’t expect us to win so quickly?"
All-Star Ah-Dai retorted.
Arthur nodded, feeling a bit dazed, and replied:
"Yes, I thought we would fight a very arduous war, but I never expected victory to co so abruptly..."
"Hahaha, it’s our good luck, and also the Empire Army is just too weak, to be honest, I never expected it to be so easy."
All-Star Ah-Dai laughed heartily.
The two conversed a few more sentences, then Arthur asked again:
"By the way, should we pursue those fleeing Imperial Nobles? Duke Rosen, and Count Misi, it seems they both escaped."
"No need,"
All-Star Ah-Dai shook his head.
He chuckled and said:
"Don’t worry, they won’t get far."
...
The Western Territory Border.
A group of a few hundred bedraggled Noble Knights hurriedly fled north.
Most of them had lost their weapons, looking haggard, their expressions filled with fright and confusion.
Duke Rosen Joseph and Count Misi were among them, being carried away by their trusted aides, disheveled and pale-faced.
Joseph no longer had the high spirits he did a few days ago.
His face was ghostly pale, utterly bloodless, his eyes vacant and despondent.
Before the war, there were seven hundred thousand troops.
And now, only these few hundred remained to flee with him.
Among them, barely two hundred belonged to the Rosen family.
As for the other thousands of fleeing soldiers, who knew where they had escaped to...
A terrible defeat...
A blatant, naked, dreadful defeat!
In rely two days, the alliance of various nobles in the Empire’s west had retreated in such a ridiculous manner.
Joseph didn’t even dare to imagine what consequences this outco would bring...
He only knew that he was finished.
Such massive losses were sure to incite discontent in the Imperial Council.
More seriously, the Rosen family might even be stripped of their title as Electoral Prince.
This battle was a devastating blow to the Rosen family.
The army the family painstakingly rebuilt after the last total annihilation was once again completely wiped out.
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