As the commander's forces regrouped, the warrior's gaze fixated on the manager who had repaired the Mystical Artifact. Approaching him with determination and urgency, the warrior conveyed the urgency of the situation.

"We need to destroy the elephants' armor before we can use the weapon," the man explained urgently. "When their armor is compromised, the weapon's sound waves will drive them mad and force them to flee."

Understanding the gravity of the situation, the warrior relayed the information to the commander, and a swift plan was devised to neutralize the threat posed by the armored elephants.

Soldiers formed a defensive circle around the cannon, their focus on the approaching enemy forces. Positioned at the front, the warrior was ready to lead the charge against the formidable enemies.

With a renewed roar, the enemy elephants charged, their menacing armored masks gleaming. The warrior sprang into action, targeting the vulnerable points in their armor with sharp strikes and calculated maneuvers.

His sword cut through metal and flesh, creating deep gashes in their defenses. The soldiers around him followed suit, delivering powerful blows and exploiting any openings they could find.

In the background, the man who had repaired the weapon stood ready. He adjusted the weapon's position, ensuring it aimed directly at the heart of the enemy lines. It was time to unleash its destructive power.

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The weapon fired with a deafening noise. Sound waves reverberated across the battlefield, creating a shock wave in the air. The elephants, with their sensitive ears exposed to this unexpected assault on their senses, recoiled in pain.

The relentless onslaught of sound waves drove the armored elephants into a frenzy. Tucking their tails, they fled the battlefield. Their retreat created a momentary lull in the war, as both sides watched the events unfold in shock and awe.

Seizing this opportunity, the warrior rallied his comrades. With renewed strength and newfound hope, they raised their weapons and charged forward. The commander's forces advanced towards the enemy's castle, resolved to confront the assassin and the evil king.

The battlefield erupted once more with the frenzy of swords, spears, and arrows. The warrior fought with unwavering determination, each strike fueled by the memory of those who had fallen before him. Alongside the commander and his soldiers, he moved towards his final goal.

Breaking through the enemy's defenses, the warrior's heart pounded with anticipation. It was time to face their enemies. With every step forward, he felt the weight of responsibility and the hopes of an entire kingdom resting on his shoulders.

Finally, they reached their destination—the inner chambers of the enemy's castle. As they prepared to confront the assassin and the evil king, the air was tense. The warrior's eyes locked with the king's, his gaze defiant. With a swift movement, he drew his sword and prepared to attack. However, in an unexpected turn of events, the assassin emerged from an unexpected location, blocking the warrior and shifting the battle to another area.