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The elves have combat capabilities far superior to humans, and have been continuously improving and honing their skills for as long as 10,000 years.

Since the first Phoenix King, martial arts has been the tradition of the elves.

The battle between Mousse and the high elf noble was so intense that Windlo could not see clearly. Not to mention dodging the attacks, he couldn't even defend himself.

The two even used dodge, parry, block, and counterattack at the same time of attacking and defending, which was dazzling.

Although both are martial elves, dark elves are definitely much more powerful than high elves.

In the treacherous ice and snow land of Naggaroth, the word peace has never been mentioned.

In addition to dealing with the Chaos invasion, the southward advance of the Huns, and internal slave rebellions, the Dark Elves also had to distract themselves from backstabbing and civil war from their own countrymen.

As for the High Elves, they have perhaps lived in the peace and security of Ulthuan for too long.

Most of the time is spent on unimportant things such as art and business, so the fighting effectiveness is naturally declining with each generation.

Within thirty rounds, Mousse had gained the upper hand.

The High Elf noble lord had no shield and was greatly limited in defense. He was finally broken by Mousse's multiple attacks and his weapons had no chance to defend.

With a diagonal blow, the guy used his chest to block the long sword. The armor made of isherama silver could not withstand the direct attack of the dark elf.

Armor pierced, blood splattered, knees dropped, battle over.

There was no mercy in Mousse's eyes. After making sure that he had won the battle, he used both arms to hold the sword and exerted force again, and with a single sweep he chopped off the head with the neck guard.

He grabbed the hair, lifted up the bloody head, and roared violently in the center of the battlefield.

All the high elf soldiers present were affected by fear and terror. As for the dark elves, witnessing such an advantageous battle inspired their own killing skills.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The morale of the dark elves was greatly boosted, and they had completely broken through the defenses of the high elves. The ensuing battle seemed like an overwhelming pressure.

It only took a moment for the mountains to collapse and blood and flesh to fly everywhere.

"All soldiers stand by! Listen up, Asur on the other side! You won't be killed if you surrender!"

Amid the dark elves' attack horn, a bad sound suddenly came out, interrupting everyone's passion.

This voice is very familiar. Only the human named Windlow can make such a voice.

Forced by temporary loyalty, all the dark elf soldiers could only stay where they were.

They are all the best soldiers, and if they are loyal enough, they will naturally obey any orders of the lord unconditionally.

It seemed that the dark elf soldiers had stopped advancing and killing.

Even though the raised spears were only a centimeter away from piercing the head of the high elf soldier lying on the ground, they immediately stopped their actions.

The formation was reassembled, and except for the blood and flesh on the shields and weapons, it looked exactly as it was when they were fully assembled before setting off.

"For the last time! Asur, surrender and you won't be killed!"

Windlo's Elvish is very poor, but the words he chooses are accurate and without any ambiguity.

"I'll give you a chance! You won't be killed if you surrender!"

Mousse shouted, repeating Windlow's words, and the voice of the Lord of Terror pierced the entire battlefield.

But even the high elves who had been defeated just stood there in a daze, without any intention of surrendering.

They knew all too well what their fellow kin, the dark elves, would do.

Surrendering to them would undoubtedly be a torture more terrible than death.

Being reduced to being a captive and slave of the dark elves is truly a situation where one cannot live or die.

"I promise! You won't be killed if you surrender!"

Another roar spread throughout the battlefield, and in this situation, some high elves began to waver.

The desire to survive is the most basic pursuit of every intelligent life.

Besides, although the dark elves are cruel and ruthless, they still keep their words. There is no reason for them to make up lies in a battle that they are sure to win.

The first high elf soldier laid down his weapon, followed by the second and the third.

After the leader appeared, the High Elf army finally began to surrender in an organized manner, until everyone was surrounded by the Dark Elves.

At this time, Mousse walked forward and looked at the captive in front of him. There was no hatred or ridicule in his eyes, but the most indifferent coldness, as if he was just looking at a pile of corpses.

Then she made way, and a human came over from a distance and stood beside him. This guy was the backbone of the entire dark elf army.

He cleared his throat. Even though there was a large circle of dark elf troops surrounding him, the atmosphere at the scene was as quiet as a dungeon.

"Take off your armor, take the money, buy your life, and go home."

The words were very concise. After hearing them, the besieged High Elf troops lost all options.

They took off their armor, threw away their equipment, and opened the pockets where they kept their military pay.

"Two silver coins for my life."

As this order was issued, some high elf soldiers who had money handed over their silver coins with fear.

Fortunately, the dark elves did not kill us all. After taking the money, they made way for a one-way street.

After paying the money, the soldier immediately started running, running out of the horizon in one breath, and no one knew where he was escaping to.

Even they themselves did not expect that they could survive after failing to fight against the dark elves.

The first high elf soldier who paid the money left safely. After that, the act of collecting money became much easier. In order to survive, everyone was willing to pay.

"Okay! The preferential price for the first 50 has ended. From now on, the purchase price is 3 silver coins."

Upon hearing this kind of ransom threat, the first thing the high elves thought of was not resistance, but to try to pay the money faster.

Paying the money faster means getting security faster, and invisibly Windlow weakened their will to resist.

As prices continue to rise, some elves have no money at all.

There were still more than 300 elves who could not pay the ransom and continued to be trapped in the middle.

The right to dispose of these people is of course in Windlow's hands, but if he wants to monopolize so many prisoners, he must appease the soldiers around him.

Put together the ransom money just collected.

"I don't want any of this ransom. Each of you can get one. Those who have killed the enemy just now will get double the amount."

The cheers broke the silence in an instant, and Windlow was able to express his demands at this time.

"The prisoners belong to me! After squeezing out their value, I will distribute them fairly to everyone!"