Chapter 2730

The battle had not even lasted five minutes when the front wall of the Flame Valley Fortress was breached—no, it should be said that the front wall was almost completely gone, with lava everywhere.

The casualties among the elves were not too great; the sense of impending doom before Apollo's explosion had caused them to flee, and Su Xiao's goal was not to kill as many elves as possible, but to break through the wall, which is why he had Xiang Ignoring Ignoring Ignoring Ignoring Ignoring Bubu Wang place Apollo inside the wall.

"Kill!!"

"Kill these tree monkeys."

The gray beastmen roared, calling the elves tree monkeys mainly because the elves lived in the forest and their usual mode of transportation was swinging on vines.

One by one, the beastmen soldiers stepped on the lava-solidified wall, shouting as they charged forward, fortunately their soles were covered in thick calluses.

The elves inside the fortress had prepared their defensive formation; the gray beastmen had just charged through the smoke when a barrage of arrows came flying at them.

A gray beastman soldier had not even reacted before an arrow pierced his skull, sending him flying backward as he fell.

"Draw swords!"

An elf battalion commander shouted loudly; this cry of "Draw swords!" carried a ceremonial tone, like a knight facing an enemy in duel, his own strength revealing composure.

In contrast, the gray beastmen bared their teeth and claws, their weapons stained with dried blood—who knows how long it had been since they last bathed? Perhaps last year? Or even several years ago?

The synchronized sound of drawing swords rang out; the elves' swords were narrow, designed for aesthetics, while their overall weight compensated for the lack of slashing power.

"Fellow kin, I am with you."

The elf prince Valen pointed his long sword forward, and all the elf warriors around him surged ahead.

"Roar!"

The gray beastmen, wielding various weapons, advanced forward; for some unknown reason, faint red glimmers appeared in their eyes.

The elves, aligned in formation, charged forward in step, while opposite them surged a chaotic horde of beastmen, a disorganized mass.

Weapons clashed, producing a crisp metallic ring; the sounds of hacking and screams never ceased, and the elves displayed elegance even in battle.

A graceful elf warrior blocked an incoming serrated great sword with a horizontal blade; as the weapons met, a clang rang out—this elf warrior nearly bowed to the gray beastman before him, almost forced to his knees by the immense force pressing down.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Blood sprayed everywhere; the elf warrior who had nearly bowed to the enemy was hacked to pieces, collapsing on the ground, twitching as he died rapidly.

It proves that no matter how ceremonious the elves fight, if they cannot win, they cannot win.

The beastmen surged forward like a flood, directly storming into the fortress interior; the demons howled, causing large numbers of elves to bleed from seven orifices and collapse dead; the war treants seized boulders coated in lava and hurled them into the fortress interior.

Half an hour after the battle began, the elves' defensive line was nearly completely breached, and both sides began street fighting inside the fortress.

One hour after the battle began, elf casualties exceeded forty thousand, and they were forced to retreat to the inner side of the fortress.

Two hours after the battle began, elf casualties exceeded eighty thousand, and Elf Prince Valen requested to speak with Su Xiao, who ignored him.

Three hours after the battle began, a force of 100,000 from the Multi-Cause Empire arrived; Su Xiao dispatched 80,000 beastmen to meet them, and after annihilating 20,000 of the enemy, the Multi-Cause forces realized the situation was hopeless and retreated entirely.

Four hours after the battle began, elf casualties exceeded 100,000, and Elf Prince Valen surrendered, only to be ignored.

At the same time, dwarf reinforcements arrived—a force of 60,000—but after losing 30,000, they scattered.

Five hours after the battle began, the Multi-Cause Empire's forces returned as reinforcements, but along the way they were ambushed by our beastmen units, their battle lines were cut, and over 5,000 were killed; the Multi-Cause forces retreated to hold position, stationed on the southwest side of the battlefield, forming a defensive line to prevent the beastmen army from advancing into the central battlefield.

Six hours after the battle began, the elves were nearly annihilated: 200,000 elf warriors, only 7,600 survived—but because the enraged gray beastmen were too difficult to control, these 7,600 elves were not even captured before being drowned by the gray beastmen.

Inside the fortress, now a scene of utter chaos, half the buildings had collapsed, several wooden structures burned with roaring flames, and corpses of elves and gray beastmen lay scattered everywhere.

An elf warrior knelt on the ground, his body covered in blood and filth, trembling uncontrollably, his pride slain.

Under the influence of the "Blood-Soaked Struggle" effect of the Warlord title, the gray beastmen became extremely warlike and bloodthirsty; whenever elf prisoners displayed arrogance, the gray beastman soldiers would without hesitation strike them down.

"Stay away from him, all of you stay away."

The beastman hero Wolbol wore a face full of killing intent; the bloodstains on his face made him look even more ferocious, and several nearby gray beastmen sullenly walked away.

At this moment, Wolbol stood directly in front of the kneeling elf warrior—or rather, if it were not for him, this elf would have already been slain by a passing gray beastman.

In the perception of all gray beastmen, Su Xiao is absolutely not to be defied; the consequence is worse than death, and over 200 gray beastmen have already tried, and as for Wolbol, he must not provoke too much, lest he be smashed to death by a single blow from the other side.

"Where is your elf prince?"

Wolbol wiped some blood from his face, then crouched before the elf warrior clutching his head in his hands.

"Speak quickly—if you don't tell me where the elf prince is, I won't eat today."

Saying this, Wolbol's eyes flickered with a hint of worry.

"He is, he is..."

The elf warrior kneeling on the ground had spoken only halfway when he drew a cross-sword from the rubble beside him and lunged straight at Wolbol's chest.

With a swish, the cross-sword pierced Wolbol's chest.

"Die, you lowly beast race."

The elf warrior's face was fierce; clearly, the elves still had some backbone.

Wolbol lowered his head to look at the cross-sword embedded in his chest, then raised his hand, used his sharp fingertip to scratch his face, and grinned.

"Are you scratching my itch?"

Wolbol stood up, his gaze sweeping across the surroundings.

"Tanyatan, he's yours."

The Tanyatan Wolbol referred to is a demon; this demon floated above the elf warrior, her beautiful face flushed with a rosy hue, and she most loves handsome elf men.

"No, no, no!"

The elf warrior wailed, gradually being enveloped by the black fluid from Tanyatan's lower half, while Tanyatan still emitted a giggling laugh from her mouth.

Wolbol did not even glance at this scene; he drew the cross-sword from his own chest, examined it up and down, flicked the blade with his index finger, as if a wind-like sound emerged.

"Good sword—is this the elf prince's sword? I will offer it to Lord Bai Ye."

Wolbol hung the Wind Sword at his waist, was about to walk away, when the faint cry of the elf warrior reached his ears.

"You just said, didn't you, that you knew where Elf Prince Valen was?"

"He doesn't."

The demon Tanyatan spoke first, but under Wolbol's gaze, the black fluid beneath her surged, flinging the elf warrior away, and she floated off, displeased.

Half an hour later, the elven prince Valen, his face smeared with blood and dirt, was pressed into a three-story stone building.

With a thud, Valen was kicked to his knees, which made the anger in his chest flare, his whole body trembling.

"Are you the elven prince Valen?"

Su Xiao sat on a wooden chair, Ignoring Ignoring Ignoring Ignoring Ignoring Bubu Wang crouched beside his leg, behind him stood two exceptionally strong gray beastmen, further away were the demons responsible for serving tea and water.

"Yes."

Valen lowered his head sideways; he didn't need to think to know what the other side's leader wanted to do—nothing more than using him as a bargaining chip to extort grain from the Elven Great Forest, which was also what he could rely on, for the Chaos Legion was too poor and would never let this opportunity pass.

"You say, I should use your life to exchange for how much grain?"

"Hmph."

The elven prince Valen let out a cold snort, completely at ease; if he had been a little flustered before, now he had steadied his mind completely, absolutely could not lose face for the elven race; of course, as long as the enemy gave him proper respect, he didn't mind having the Elven Great Forest produce more grain.

"Drag him out, slaughter him."

"!"

The elven prince Valen suddenly lifted his head, eyes wide open; he could feel the enemy wasn't joking with him, he still had a bright future ahead—how could he possibly die here just because of one defeat?

"I am willing to offer..."

With a bang, before Valen could finish speaking, a fist the size of a sandbag came down, and he was dragged out by several gray beastmen.

Two minutes later, the elven prince Valen, deceased, aged 107 years (approximately equivalent to 30 human years), cause of death: he let out a cold snort.