Chapter 487

"Chief, we can't hold out much longer."

A pale, exhausted elf said.

Lydia's face was also pale; she had expended the most energy.

But she always kept a sliver of magic and one arrow, ready to guard against the spellcaster in the sky.

Even if the opponent was two ranks higher, if they truly entered her range, she was confident she could threaten them.

But that spellcaster showed no intention of attacking.

"Hold on one more night—if no one comes to rescue us by morning, we'll all commit suicide!"

Lydia said.

That night, the elves finally had no arrows left, no magic remaining.

But countless elves drew their curved blades and engaged the charging human warriors in close combat.

In the span of one night, these elves took turns advancing and held back the assault of tens of thousands of human warriors.

"They've reached their limit—send in the Divine Armor Soldiers."

When the sun rose, the Imperial Prince waved his hand and laughed three times.

Divine Armor Soldiers, troops composed entirely of warriors of Third Rank or higher, were few in number but exceptionally formidable.

More importantly, they were fully encased in thick armor!

To elves with no strength left and no magic, they were an unsolvable threat!

"Chief, they're retreating!"

On Gaoshan, the human warriors, like endless insects, withdrew; a wind elf could not help but say.

But soon, despair appeared on her face.

For a towering force clad entirely in golden armor surged forward.

Lydia looked to the sky—no one had arrived yet.

Deep despair rose within her.

"Sisters, I go first!"