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It was difficult for dark elves to maintain normal communication with each other, and there was only a situation of commanding and being commanded.

It was already great to have help from the sorceress, so Mousse did not continue discussing the topic of magic.

All she needs to do now is to win this defensive battle, and then consider retreating or calling for reinforcements.

Standing on the high stands, the Lord of Dread waved his hand, and all the troops were in their positions.

The Dread Spearmen are already at the forefront. Their thick shields and sharp spears will be very suitable for dealing with the Hun light cavalry.

Beside the Dread Spearmen are the Gloomy Swordsmen, who are responsible for drawing their swords and slashing at the enemy at close range.

Only when facing a powerful enemy will the dark elves choose to trust their compatriots.

He also completely turned his back to the Black Sharp Crossbowmen, hoping that these guys could kill more enemies.

Amid the white snow on the horizon, one could already see a gray scene appearing at the end of sight like a landslide.

The Hun troops have assembled and are attacking the dark elves' defenses.

All the dark elf soldiers present did not feel the slightest fear. Inspired by long-term training and military achievements, they were only excited about the battle.

Mousse did not move, but stood at the highest position to check the information he needed most.

Although as a dread lord she has the ability to fight her way through a crowd of enemies, in the current situation, she must be a good commander of the battle.

The Hun raiders were a large force of more than 300 men.

Not to mention winning, it would take a long time to kill them all, as the Dark Elves' infantry lack the ability to fight against large-scale enemies.

If we were to get into a tough battle at this time, we would definitely be overwhelmed by the Huns' human wave tactics.

"Sorceress, now is the time to use your magic."

"My name is Fiserlin, Al Fiserlin. As for magic?"

As the sorceress raised her hands, hundreds of swords made of magic appeared between the two armies and quickly chanted a spell.

"Blade Storm! Get ready! Protect me while I cast the spell!"

The magic of Blade Wind is just as its name suggests. The caster will use the most terrifying dark power to create countless blades, which will then fly everywhere under the blowing of a whirlwind.

Any living creature touched by the sword will experience the tragic sight of blood and flesh flying everywhere. The corpses left behind after the storm are also in pieces, which is very suitable for the appetite of the dark elves.

A blade created by magic is not as powerful as one swung by a mortal, its only drawback being that it has difficulty penetrating armor.

However, the biggest weakness of the Huns was also exposed at this time: they lacked stable iron-smelting technology, and almost all Hun raiders went out to fight wearing only leather clothes.

The sharp blade swept through very quickly, directly exploding a flower of blood in the Huns' phalanx.

Every time the gust of wind moved, hundreds of swords could completely tear apart the Huns in front of them.

All along the way were various chopped-up corpses, and the smell of blood made the dark elf soldiers who had already entered combat status even more excited.

For Mousse, the next step was to protect the sorceress named Featherin and buy her more time to release the Blade Wind.

Then you can easily defeat all invading enemies without any effort.

But at this moment, a red color different from blood appeared in the Hun formation, a most terrifying scarlet color.

"Khorne bloodletters!"

Mousse was knowledgeable and naturally knew what the thing that came from the Huns' blood was.

The demons under Khorne's command, demons born from blood and feeding on blood: bloodthirsty demons!

Damn it, the Huns already had a way to restrain themselves, using their bodies as carriers of the demons, absorbing a large amount of magic and arrows during the charge, and successfully leaving their bodies at the front of the battle line.

Using evil chaos magic, vampires were crawling out from their corpses one by one. They then used their blood and corpses to make long swords and launched an attack on the dark elves' line.

"It's the devil!"

Even the most battle-hardened dark elf soldiers would be filled with fear and terror when they encountered a demon.

But this did not make them waver or think of retreating, and they continued to hold their weapons and shields.

At such a close distance, the sorceress Fetherin could no longer use Blade Wind again, and other magic could easily hurt her own people by mistake.

The Black Crossbowmen were also unable to attack the Khorne Bloodletters that were already in direct contact, and could only attack the Hun troops at the back that were of lower value.

Mousse didn't hesitate at all, she knew very well what the appearance of a demon on the battlefield meant.

Because Naggaroth is close to the Chaos Realm in the north, the magical winds here are quite abundant and unstable, giving demons the opportunity to shape their bodies.

At the same time, the strong wind of magic will make it more difficult for the caster to use magic.

The most important thing is that compared with the most elite dark elf soldiers, the people under his command have not been trained to have psychological immunity.

If we continue to fight the demons, morale will inevitably collapse.

"war!"

With a loud shout, Mousse had already arrived at the front battlefield. He took out his sword and shield and stood among all the dark swordsmen.

The appearance of the lord boosted the morale of all the dark elf soldiers, and they were no longer afraid of the oppression brought by the demons.

But now that the demon has been summoned, it will not be so easy to deal with.

Although vampires are made entirely of blood and do not wear any protective gear, demons are twisted creatures with thick skin and flesh, and it is difficult for ordinary swords to cause effective damage to them.

The only drawback is that they are completely bound by the desire to kill, and these demons will launch attacks without regard for their own safety.

They didn't consider blocking or dodging at all, and just let the dark elves' swords and spears hit them.

With a thrust of his sword, Mousse stabbed a bloodletter in front of him through and through.

Just as he was about to stop and attack the next target, the vampire swung his sword at Mousse as if he was completely unharmed, leaving a scratch on her armor, and then turned into a pool of boiling blood and spilled on the ground.

This ability to disregard danger and ignore harm began to waver the dark elf soldiers present.

The most crucial thing is that while the bloodthirster was stalling for time, the other Hun troops rushed over with the force of a mountain pressing down on them.

Just like the Naggaroth Mountains where an avalanche was occurring not far away.

The Huns and demon troops continued to appear from the horizon.

The dark elf army led by Mousse has already begun to suffer casualties.