Game of the World Tree (800-979)

Chapter 884 Unexpected Wars on All Sides

When the first light penetrates the darkness, illuminating the earth and bringing the dawn of a new day, the battle outside the city of Augus is over.
　　
　　Crows of crows wandered over the battlefield, making an ugly "dumb" sound, and the open battlefield had been soaked in blood to black and red.
　　
　　Discarded tattered armor and broken weapons are scattered everywhere, and still burning dumping siege vehicles and siege towers can be seen from time to time.
　　
　　The terrifying bodies are everywhere and dense, but a considerable number of them have been stripped of their equipment.
　　
　　One side of the tattered noble flag was either slanted on the ground, or had been trampled, or slowly turned to ashes in the flames, like the burning siege equipment.
　　
　　And above the war, a tall figure was busy in a hurry, picking up the equipment on the ground that was still intact, or picking armor and weapons from a terrible corpse without trouble and nausea.
　　
　　That's the elf players who went to war.
　　
　　Most of their equipment has been scarred, stained with mottled blood, many people in this battle lost their Warcraft mount.
　　
　　But they won the battle.
　　
　　The whole battle lasted a day and a night, and the outcome of the battle was not suspenseful.
　　
　　Even if the Imperial Northern Corps formed a huge army of 700,000, but days of strong attacks and infighting have already made the whole regiment tired, cohesion to the bottom.
　　
　　Faced with the charge of the elf cavalry, they simply can't organize how effective resistance ... ...
　　
　　And the most direct result, is that 700,000 troops, directly by the player's gods down to the earth general riding troops washed down.
　　
　　A spectacular rout was staged on the battlefield beyond the city of Augus.
　　
　　And the most ironic thing is, 700,000 troops, a considerable number of noble soldiers were not killed by the players, but in the chaos of the rout fell and trampled, by their own people trampled to death.
　　
　　It's also the main source of bodies throughout the battlefield.
　　
　　In addition to some of the great nobles reluctantly organized private soldiers to break through the encirclement of success, nearly 70% of the allied forces, all in a day and night time in this vast land ... ...
　　
　　Arthur, the commander of the garrison of Augus City, stood on the hillside, looking at the vast battlefield, and in addition to the shock, there was a dreamlike sense of illusion.
　　
　　He never thought that the 700,000 imperial coalition forces had been destroyed in this way.
　　
　　That's right, collapse.
　　
　　Seventy percent of the troops were killed on the spot and the rest of the regiment collapsed, which was enough to be wiped out.
　　
　　And all of this was done by the Elf Chosen by a near miraculous means.
　　
　　He felt he'd never forget the spectacular elf cavalry charge a day and a night ago.
　　
　　He could no longer imagine any army in the world that was more powerful than the Elf Chosen One.
　　
　　"Well, Mr. Usher, how does it feel to win?"
　　
　　A familiar voice rang behind him, with a little smile.
　　
　　Arthur looked back and saw the All-Star Dumb standing behind him, playing with a fine weapon that was clearly a noble commanding sword.
　　
　　Arthur was startled, sighed with emotion :
　　
　　" didn't think, i really didn't think..."
　　
　　" didn't you think we could win so quickly?"
　　
　　All-star Dumb asked rhetorically.
　　
　　Arthur nodded and said, faintly :
　　
　　"Yes, I thought we were going to fight a very hard war, but I didn't expect the victory to come so suddenly..."
　　
　　"Hahaha, we're lucky, and the Imperial Army is too hip, and to be honest, I didn't think it was so easy to fight."
　　
　　All-star Dumb laughed.
　　
　　After a few conversations, Arthur asked :
　　
　　"By the way, the runaway imperial nobles have to pursue ? The Duke of Rosen, and the Count of Meath, seem to have escaped."
　　
　　" no need."
　　
　　All-Star Dumb shook his head.
　　
　　As he said, he smiled :
　　
　　"Don't worry, they can't run."
　　
　　……
　　
　　The western border.
　　
　　A group of hundreds of aristocratic knights are stumbling north.
　　
　　Most of them had lost their weapons, were in a mess, and looked full of fear and confusion.
　　
　　Joseph, Duke of Rosen, and Count Meath were among them, who were on the run by their own guards, with their hair scattered and pale faces.
　　
　　Joseph has long lost the spirit of a few days ago.
　　
　　His face was pale, bloodless, and his eyes were dull and desperate.
　　
　　700,000 troops before the war.
　　
　　And now, the only ones who followed him out are the hundreds.
　　
　　Fewer than 200 of them really belong to the Rosen family.
　　
　　And the other tens of thousands of defeated soldiers, long ago do not know where to flee ... ...
　　
　　Fiasco ... ...
　　
　　The fiasco of the naked !
　　
　　In just two days, the coalition formed by the large and small aristocrats of the whole western empire withdrew in such a comical way.
　　
　　Joseph couldn't even think about what the outcome would bring ... ...
　　
　　All he knows is, he's done.
　　
　　Such a huge loss would definitely cause dissatisfaction in the Imperial Parliament.
　　
　　What's more, the Rosen family may even be deprived of the title of the Elector Marquis.
　　
　　The battle has hit the Rosen family too hard.
　　
　　The army, which had been re-accumulated after the last family was wiped out, was once again vanished.
　　
　　I'm afraid they won't be able to organize enough strength against the Imperial Parliament for a long time.
　　
　　It hurts.
　　
　　It's a terrible price !
　　
　　Thinking about it, Joseph could not help but cry from his heart.
　　
　　As a duke, he cried bitterly, following the escape of the aristocrats and the guards also could not hold up, crying gradually in the line one after another.
　　
　　And only when his voice was hoarse, Joseph suddenly raised his head, and looked angrily at the other side of the gray-looking Count Meese :
　　
　　"It's you ! It's all you stupid ! If it were not for your stupidity, how could we be so defeated?!
　　
　　Hearing Joseph's scolding, the other nobles cast angry and resentful glances at Count Meath.
　　
　　Count Meath turned his eyes numbly, feeling the sight of bitterness piercing his body.
　　
　　He was silent, but with his broken sword, he trembled even more.
　　
　　"Looking at the better, at least... ...we've all escaped, and if we do, we can continue to call up new troops and fight back..."
　　
　　A nobleman sighed.
　　
　　This word, many aristocrats also re-energized, began to think after the great defeat how to save the loss of their families to the minimum ... ...
　　
　　However, at this moment, a loud and clear dragon chant came from the sky.
　　
　　"Dragon?"
　　
　　Some of the defeated soldiers raised their heads and looked into the sky like birds of shock.
　　
　　See the sky, a majestic dragon is constantly hovering, and the dragon back, faintly can see a tall figure.
　　
　　Seeing that familiar appearance, the aristocrats and the defeated soldiers have changed color, look pale.
　　
　　Previous battles, they have had a deep psychological shadow on the elves.