Obviously, it has entered winter, and the surface world may already be covered with goose feathers, but in this dark underground area, whether it is hot summer or cool winter, there is no difference to the aborigines here. They don't feel the distinct seasons, nor do they see the magnificent sunrise and sunset.

Because of this, the natives of the dark underground world are often more ruthless and fierce than the surface races when fighting, and they don't have the concept of "sunset, let's go back to the camp and rest and continue to fight tomorrow" in their minds.

At the moment when the evening breeze gradually stopped, the heat caused by fighting and killing lingered, bringing even a hint of anxiety to this damp and gloomy underground world that even the summer days on the surface could not match. The adrenaline-pumping breath mixed with the humid air of scorched earth, rancidity, ruin, and blood is the strongest and most willpowerful warrior, and it is difficult to calm down in such an environment.

It's the early hours of December 12, and the battle of the Seventh Battle of Lantilio, which is recorded as the "Seventh Battle of Lantilio", has lasted for 30 hours. During this time, the fighting situation on both sides was already in a scorching state. Marasa's elite soldiers inflicted several times the enemy's damage on the midline, but could not go further. On the other hand, the mercenaries deployed on the left flank of the whole army, although they are not many in number, the combat effectiveness of their professions is different. These guys, who were unwilling to fight hard, but who were good at all kinds of off-the-board moves, sneaked into the enemy's camp in the form of squads, tearing open the scrolls of greasy and pyrotechnic that they carried.

The fire was raging, and the Celestial Mother of the Firicher family once led all the troops under her command to launch a counterattack, forcing most of the right flank of the Minas Demon Army down from the Withered Vine Ridge and forcing them all into the Red Fungus Canyon.

The people of the Firekiss Mercenary Regiment set another fire in the Red Fungus Gorge, originally thinking that they could take the opportunity to burn the company camp again, but the crypt lord Bartley personally rushed from the Chinese army to support. And so. The mercenaries and the Firich army had no choice but to retreat quickly.

If it continues like this, the battle will be like all previous battles, and the drow elves have taken advantage of it, but because the force is useless. The Crypt Lords suffered heavy casualties, but because there were too many younger brothers under them, they didn't feel distressed at all, and they often took advantage of a little strategic because they were willing to spare their lives.

Maybe it's because the Crypt Lords, who are leading the whole army, think it's too unnutritious to keep playing like this. After discussing with his two elder brothers, Mantis finally decided to dispatch the "elite troops" on his left flank, that is, the large demonic beasts that had high hopes.

The huge hydra monster Xudra, a behemoth weighing dozens of tons, charged like a tank; Manticores fluttering bat-like wings, they can't really stay in the air for a long time, but they can glide and pounce at extreme speed; Small Evil-Eyed demons mingled between the chaotic formations, stealthily unleashing deadly rays long enough to be used in traditional iron armor.

There was no organized formation at all for these powerful beasts, at least for a short charge. Several poor Evil Eye monsters were trampled to death by Xudra.

If it were a human being, such a rabble would not have combat power at all, but these were extremely dangerous monsters, and even the worst Evil Eye Demon had reached the C level, which meant that it would take more than five experienced and heavily armed mercenaries to succeed in the crusade.

On the third day of the battle, the patriarch of the Banyin family, who was in charge of commanding the right flank of the whole army and setting up a formation on the south bank of Jingxi, Shelalier? Ban Yin finally felt the pressure in the true sense of the word.

This drow mistress should also be counted in millennia. It is also an old drow nobleman who has survived since before the civil war of the drow city-state. Even before the city-state of Marassa was established, the Banyin were already one of the most powerful of the Drows. It doesn't matter who the ruler is who stands above the drow elf. This long-established family has always produced many talents, and its status has never wavered.

There are more than 10,000 young warriors who are directly subordinate to the Banyin family, as well as tens of thousands of vassal races. In order to participate in the battle of Lantirio, Shelaril not only mobilized more than two-thirds of the family's strength, but also spent a lot of money to purchase a lot of heavy equipment.

It was with more than fifty of the Army-Breaking Crossbows that she had obtained from Neosfia's weapon smuggling channels that she was facing the onslaught of the opponent's large demonic beasts. Her army barely managed to hold the line of Jingxi.

Pierced by heavy arrows that were as dense as raindrops but penetrating like a cone of a city, Xudra, who had grown seven heads, fell to the middle of the stream, letting out a mournful sound before he died. But at the same moment, three of the same monsters had already washed through the shallow stream. And so it approached the shore. A large group of heavily armed minotaurs roared and rushed forward, regardless of casualties, and stubbornly resisted the other party. After paying hundreds of casualties, they were able to seriously repel the three ancient behemoths with the blood of the ancient demon gods.

The other party had more than fifty spirit sucking monsters left, and they used up their magic power, and they were exhausted one by one, so they successfully brainwashed the cavemen of about 10,000 people with great difficulty, so that they had the fighting spirit of orcs in a short period of time. Under the cover of these natives who are not afraid of death, the Evil Eye is mixed in, constantly unleashing sharp rays at the Drow army on the other side. After several rounds of this coming-and-forth, when the brainwashed troglodytes all died in the stream, the crossbows that the Drow elves had placed on the shore were also destroyed.

The dwarven engineer and mercenary commander Thorin who was tasked with assembling and deploying these "cutting-edge weapons" jumped to his feet in distress, but more than that, he was deeply worried. He knew that now that the "firepower" had been weakened by half, once the enemy launched a general attack again, he could only use the lives of soldiers as human shields. However, the own side, which was already inferior in troops, could not afford to suffer too many losses in any case.

"After all, it's just a small ditch, if it's one of those big rivers on the surface! It is impossible to get them to the shore in any case! His nephew and deputy, Fili, said angrily: "If you play this way, you won't be able to resist it next time." ”

"If it's a big river on the surface, Xudra will be in a position to launch a large-scale flood, and maybe it will be even more troublesome at that time." Chilly, another of Thorin's nephews and deputies, said, "If you have time to complain, you might as well take a break, maybe we will need to take the axe ourselves." ”

“…… That's exactly what I want. The battle has reached this point, and everyone must be ready for hand-to-hand combat. Young Fili patted his chest. immediately showed a very dwarven bravery, but his eyes immediately blinked again, and the words changed, and he suddenly showed dwarven pragmatism: "But there are less than two hundred people on our side, most of them are pure craftsmen, even if they have to fight on the front line." It can't make a little wave, right? ”

Thorin, who was already a little older, sighed as he watched the two nephews argue, completely sympathizing with their anxious feelings. At this time, even he, a veteran soldier who had more than a century of mercenary experience, was at a loss.

Such is the case with the wars of this era. Once the two sides start a battle in a daze, it will completely evolve into an all-round contest of strength, supplies and endurance between the two sides, and many times the losing side is not often the side with the superior strength, but often the side that is the first to hold on.

And in the meantime, no matter what happens. It was an ordeal for the commanders on both sides.

Sheraliel must have felt the torment? At least on the outside, the mother of Ban Yin behaved very calmly. Dressed in a robe and armor, she calmly rode on her large speedy dragon, calmly watching the battle situation on the other side of the river, and then calmly said to her subordinates: "It doesn't look like the situation is good." Do we still have reserves? ”

“…… An hour ago, he had already put on top the reinforcements sent by Her Highness Kyleliana. The Drow elf officer standing on the side muttered: "It's really not good, and I can only ask the Chinese army for help again." ”

"Forget it. Her Royal Highness Kyleliana is also under a lot of pressure from the Chinese army, and she can hand over half of the reserves to me, which is already the greatest support. Shelariel shook her head.

"But the Mistress. The enemy is clearly targeting us as the main attacker. The Crypt Lords have concentrated their best armies on the other side, and the pressure we face is the greatest in the whole army. Right now. It is impossible to ask for any kind of support. ”

"You have to say this to the enemy, and see if those big bugs will agree." The Drow Mistress glanced at the other party coldly, and after shutting up her subordinates with her eyes, she muttered to herself: "If you want to talk about reserves, you can't say that there is no at all. ”

"Yes, Mistress. In our rear, there are still 3,000 cold-blooded cavalrymen with amazing combat effectiveness who are recuperating. It is entirely possible for them to bypass Silent Creek and launch a limited counterattack from the enemy's flank. ”

Shelariel glanced at the subordinate who had said the wrong thing with a cold gaze, and saw that the other party lowered his head, so he snorted coldly.

She took her staff from the guard behind her—a heraldic flag more than two meters long, with a heraldic flag fluttering at the top. The pole is covered with many long poles engraved with small flags with magic patterns. It's not so much a staff as a flagpole that can massively enhance its magical abilities. And at the necessary moment, this Drow master mother also brandished this long, thick and heavy thing to charge into battle herself, even if a large demonic beast was hit, it would inevitably break bones and tendons. Known for her "civil and military skills", Shelariel of the Banyin family is not only one of the most powerful shadow priests in the city-state union, but also a master with natural strange powers rarely seen in the elven race.

"Onward! Don't let an enemy set foot on the South Shore! Mistress Sheralil raised her staff and banner and shouted loudly.

With the order of the main mother, more than 2,000 drow girls with a fit and slender body and delicate striped armor drew out their double knives at the same time. Sheraliel was a traditional drow masculine nobleman, so her guard was made up entirely of drow women. Of course, don't look at these Zhuoer sister papers, all of them are charming and beautiful, but each of them is a leader carefully selected by the masters of the past generations, not only excellent martial arts, but also everyone has a certain ability to cast spells. What's more, these girls have been brainwashed from an early age by fanatical drow militarism and family loyalty, and each of them is willing to fight to the death for the union of the family and the city-state.

The reason why the Banyin family has always been the most powerful clan in the union of the city-states of Marassa is that the biggest hole card is that there are about 2,500 people, who are beautiful women on the outside, but they are actually infinitely close to the Drow warriors of the killing machine on the inside.

Cheralelle had never thought of using the cold-blooded cavalry that was resting behind her entire barracks, and by her reserves, she meant her guards, and herself.

It was a very courageous and very exciting move. When the banner of the master mother moved to the bank of the Silent Creek, the morale of the whole army of Marassa suddenly increased as feverishly as if they had eaten gunpowder. Even the vassal soldiers, who were cannon fodder, burst out with courage that they hadn't shown for half their lives.

In this way, the monster legions were pinned down in the stream less than half a meter deepest into the stream, and two more Xudra and multiple manticores were killed. All of a sudden, the elves, who had been gradually overwhelmed, once again perfectly reversed the situation.

However, anyone with a discerning eye knows that when the commander of an army has already used his guards or even goes into battle in person, he has either failed or is ready to play with his life. Failure naturally goes without saying, and once "playing with life" is not successful, it is not just a "failure".

"They can't hold on!" Bartley and his twin brother exchanged excitement: "With a little more effort, we will definitely be able to penetrate the right flank of these black rabbits!" Then complete the outflanking and encirclement of the enemy's Chinese army! Send the rest of the troops out! What about Wolfgang? That guy has been in the back for a long time, so he should be suffocated, right? ”

"We're asking Wolfgang to set up a position near the spiral staircase to keep an eye on reinforcements from the dwarves." Cantrey said with some hesitation.

"It's enough to leave a certain reserve of fishmen and cavemen, but a little more than 30,000 dwarves can make any waves!" Bartley said categorically, "Now our priority is to defeat Shelariel as quickly as possible?" Banyin's right flank. Although we seem to have a lot of troops, there are only a few that we can fight, and we have to make a choice! Tsk, there are still 50,000 or 60,000 snake and minotaur elites behind the mountain, and I don't know what I want to do by leaving them there...... If you had gone to the battlefield earlier, you might have decided the winner by now. ”

His brother Cantrey thought for a moment, and felt that his brother had a point, and he really couldn't object, so he nodded in agreement.

I have to say that, according to common sense, Bartlet's judgment is actually very correct. When your own cards are stretched, it can make accurate trade-offs and decisions, which is already the quality of a good military commander...... Remember, it's "common sense".

So, when Shelariel's side was under the frenzied onslaught of the enemy, her guards were nearly half lost, and she herself was also painted, there was finally a dense and heavy step behind the spiral staircase behind the enemy on the opposite side, and a loud and melodious trumpet.

Shelariel let out a long breath, and the sudden ecstasy made her eight points of spirit and vitality again. She once again raised her "flagpole", gathered her magic power, and released a chain of lightning into the sky, knocking down seven or eight manticores and more than fifty harpies on the spot.

The master's superhuman combat power once again inspired the fighting spirit of the soldiers, and at that moment, the drow girls wielding twin knives even led the minotaurs and the drow men to fight a counter-charge.

"Our reinforcements have arrived! Victory will belong to Zhuoer! The Drow Mistress drove the lizard under her crotch and rushed forward waving the "flagpole". A burst of "chaotic cloak stick method" smashed the skulls of four or five evil eyes on the spot.

"It's finally here! Hmph, even if we double it, we can't shake our advantage! "The Crypt Lord Mantis, who is remotely controlling the entire army at the top of the Misty Mountains, thought.

"It's finally here! Hehe, we've got it! Kyleana, who was sitting in the camp, was so confident. (To be continued......)