Batana's planned raid took her opponents completely by surprise, and the Second Family was

not able to organize an effective defense in the first place. Although the Dark Elves themselves

were "always on hand" and quickly appeared in the open field in front of the camp, the slave

warriors of the family who were supposed to be the first layer of protection were not as well

trained as the Dark Elves, and they were not able to rush to their aid. As it stands, the hordes

of orcs and goblins driven by the hordes are now facing off against the Dark Elves of the

Second House.

The Drow are born fighters, and with constant training and various cruel tests, war has

become their instinct. Even when the high priests of the family did not direct the battles, the

Drow guards formed neat units, pulled out their spider crossbows, and began firing at the

orcs.

But in their hearts they all felt sorry for the waste of their precious crossbow. In their haste,

they did not take the opportunity to reach for the ordinary crossbow, but went straight to the

hardened arrows they had with them. This refined and specially processed arrow has the effect

of sealing the throat of blood, and the dark elves always carry this valuable crossbow with

them. The Drow counted on it to kill their enemies and save their own lives at critical times.

Now they were all aimed at the commonest of low-ranking warriors, the orc slaves.

The Drow's skill with arrows was extraordinary, and almost every shot hit the enemy's vital

points: the forehead, the throat, and the unprotected arteries of the thigh. There was no need

to wait for the poison to take hold. The sheer force of the arrows was enough to wipe out the

cannon fodder in front of them. But the arrows were originally meant to threaten the same

dark elves. Unlike these slaves, who had only cloth armor, the Drow wore well-made magic

armor, and ordinary damage was of no use. But the poison bolt, which could cause death if

it sliced through the skin, was the most suitable weapon.

Orcs' carcasses covered the ground, and goblins were not spared. Without their cries, the

grounds became silent, and the blood of battle gave way to a solemn atmosphere. The bound

souls slowly moved forward, drawing their machetes from behind them. They trod over pieces

of flesh, over mutilated bodies, over rivers of blood that had turned deep purple, through the

foul black smoke of burning corpses, toward the defense of the dark Elves.

They had no emotions. They were not afraid of their enemies, but neither were they excited

by the battle. Killing, just an action, just a command, is as common and easy as breathing

once while they are alive. All they have to do is cut their machetes into the bodies of their

enemies.

The dark elves fired arrows again, the sound of flapping can be heard, the bound souls did

not duck, let these arrows hit them. They had become undead and felt absolutely no pain.

These tiny arrows could not hurt their internal organs, which had long ceased to work, and

the bloodletting tanks above could not squeeze a drop of liquid out of their shriveled bodies.

As for the toxins, they had lost their due function.

The dark elves had no choice but to draw their swords and rush towards the bound souls.

The protection of the first wall did not work, and the powerful lightning trap was completely

shielded; The traps that were meant to slow the first speed were flattened by orcs and goblins,

and did not allow enough preparation time to cushion; Now, however, the arrows used

against the invaders' elite army had been fired.

So far, Batana has taken the lead, and the Second Family has lost time after time.

As they approached the guard of the Dark Elves, the Wraith suddenly grew faster and

pounced with incredible speed. They're not zombies, after all, and they still have some of the

skills they used to have as warriors. Although their movements are slower and their reflexes

are not as good as they used to be, they will no longer be afraid of death, and defense will

be meaningless. Their mode of action is to attack, and attack constantly. Even if they lose

arms and legs, even if they are cut in half with a knife, they still do not stop. They will continue

to handicap their opponents with their mutilated bodies, tearing the living flesh of the dark

elves with their teeth and claws. If there was anything in the world that gave them a little thrill,

it was the sight of the blood of living creatures gushing on all sides, the instant the

temperature of the bodies of their enemies faded with their souls, turning them into corpses.

This kind of desperate fighting is a headache for dark elves. The Drow's skill was dexterous

and lethal in one blow, and their thin swords were always aimed at the throat and heart, or at

the absolutely unprotected eye to penetrate the fragile brain of an enemy. But the horsemen

have no fear of this kind of attack, and no precise thrust of these swords can stop their

movement. Only the kind of attack that a savage can chop his opponent into pieces with a

single blow can render them incapable of fighting again. On the other hand, their ability to

attack rather than defend greatly limited the Drow guard's movements, making it doubly

difficult for them to evade. Although the Dark Elves did little damage for the time being, and

the number of bound souls dwindled, the undead managed to compress the Drow's range of

activity. In a few moments, the Dark Elves will be decimated as they have nowhere else to

hide.

Vincent has used this time to add layers of protection to himself, from the simplest "mage

armor" to the practical "mirror art", as well as the ability to protect against mind control spells

and various elements. The Second Family are not idiots, and the wave of defensive

counterattacks will soon arrive, and it will turn into a free-for-all. It's not a place where you

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can't get hurt if you don't want to, and even if you're focused on the enemy in front of you,

there's no guarantee you'll get hit by a stray bullet.

Mother Batana waved, and the elite soldiers of the First Family immediately marched in force.

Their target was the Dark elf compound itself. At last the slave soldiers of the Second Family

arrived on the battlefield. They did not even put on their full armor, but rushed forward with

their simple weapons. There were fresh red stripes on their bare bodies, which showed how

hard the dark elves of the Second House had tried to drive these soldiers away.

The troops of the First family sprang to their feet and performed their feats of buoyancy. They

quickly reached a height beyond the reach of the slave troops and avoided the attack. The

army of ogres and trolls barely had time to wear their armor, let alone their well-equipped

crossbows. A few arrows flew into the air, but not enough to inflict damage against the Dark

Elves' masterful defensive sword.

The First Family, however, did not give up the opportunity to take a high shot, and they were

fully armed, with all their equipment in order. They took out their crossbows and began to

shoot.

Their target, however, was not the slaves, but the Dark Elf guards who were fighting the dead.

They had been squeezed into a narrow area, making them the most valuable targets of all.

The legions of slaves were little more than cannon fodder, lacking the ability to float and to

make much of an impact on the course of the war. Besides, when the battle was over, these

slaves were generally spoils of war for the victorious side, and it was not worth firing at them

now.

Another reason Vincent had in mind was that the poison from the crossbow was not cheap.

It might have cost more than the life of a slave.

The dead are not afraid of poisoned arrows, whether from the enemy or from the Allies, and

the movement of their hands has not slowed down for a moment, and by this time the guards

have suffered heavy losses under the fire.

Ogres and trolls pounced on the Fetters, finally easing the pressure on the Drow warriors.

They took to the air at this moment, gliding along after the First family. But in order to avoid

the unceasing crossbow fire, their speed is obviously extremely slow.

Vincent uses flight, not Drow floatation, and has a dexterity and speed that other dark elves

lack. Since Shelley had to stay with her mother in the battle, Vincent, who did not want to

enter the camp, had to stay close to the troops with all his energy. The armies of the ogre

slaves were at their feet, and weapons, axes and spears, were thrown into the air one after

another. With the help of their brute strength, they used all moving objects around them as

ammunition, and threw them high into the air to stop the invaders.

The dark elves simply had to raise their height again to ward off the attacks of these weapons.

The axes will eventually fall. They'll have the same impact as when they left the hand, but they

can go anywhere. For a moment, the ogres at Vincent's feet wailed as they were attacked by

the weapons of their companions, the hatchets leaving horrific wounds and the spears

bleeding flesh holes.

Vincent, by this time, was no longer worried about the influence of the slave army. He thought

of the two monsters that had been lurking at the entrance of the First Family. With their

regional anti-magic abilities overridden by this effect, the levitation would absolutely lose its

effect, and the First Family would fall through the air, surrounded by ogres below.

If this happens, Vincent will also fall irresistibly. He has tested his ability in the anti-magic field

before, and although it is extremely difficult, he can still release magic, but the spell that has

been attached to his body will definitely disappear. If this were to happen, the mage who

didn't think he had melee power would be the first to be torn to pieces by the ogre.

Vincent quickened his flight as he thought of this. He passed all the Drow elves and headed

for the Second House. Now he had two choices: to eliminate this danger while he was invisible,

or to turn around and leave. But Shelley must stay in the fight all the way, and Vincent cannot

leave without her, so the path before the Master is clear.

He was the first to land at the home of the Dark Elf family, standing on the second floor

platform. Originally, there was no connecting passage between the first and second floors of

the compound, in order to keep those inferior slaves from entering the core area of the Dark

Elf family, but this construction method now makes it impossible for the slave army of the

Second Family to support the sacrifice and elite warrior guards in the compound. The

intruders who needed to break through the cannon ash now landed safely in front of the

compound's gates, with little or no damage.

For all non-Dark Elves, whether they were ill-equipped slave warriors or painstakingly crafted

horn-bound corpses, were mere consumables, meant to be stepping stones on the Drow's

path to victory, and did not fall under the "loss" category.

Vincent's penetrating eye scanned the Second House's lair, free of traps and ambushes. He

couldn't help but wonder at the sight. Even if the raid had been unexpected, it was not

possible that the Second family had not reacted to it by now? Where was the sacrifice? Where

are the elite warriors and masters of martial arts? Where are their family's fighting beasts?

And, above all, what is their mistress doing?

Without complicated analysis and speculation, Vincent simply relied on his own nose to detect

the smell of conspiracy. He glanced at the advancing Batana army and ducked aside.

"You have orcs as cannon fodder to pave the way, and I will walk the path you have paved."

Vincent felt the fierce war spirit and killing spirit of the dark elves, but gently leaned on his

staff of power, watching the battle with a cold eye.