Blood Elf Monarch

The 13 saint level high elves that stood on the center began to arrange their positions, utilizing the destroyed windows as space to aim their bows and arrows. Meanwhile, Tristan walked to the nearest window, waiting to see how the elves would start a war with a clearly disproportionate number of enemies.

"Charge!" shouted a female saint level high elf, giving an order while her hands that had prepared three arrows at once mounting them on her short bow.

[Hail Shot]

Using a tier 4 magic skill, a light blue light swiftly appeared on the bowstrings they were using. The light grew thicker and thicker until it eventually turned dark blue.

Standing not far from them, Tristan watched the details in silence as he couldn't wait to see what would happen next.

As time passed, the expressions on the faces of those saint level high elves seemed to harden. Finally, when the wolves shot out of the thick fog that shrouded the forest, the commander of the saint level high elves, the woman with a strong and deep voice, shouted,

"FIRE!"

Three arrows from each saint level high elves were fired from the bow into the air, carrying a blue light trail at a speed of over 400 feet per second. And after flying for 10 meters, each of the arrows seemed to glow and three new arrows appeared nearby. This was the result of the [Hail shot], allowing the arrows to be able to split themselves.

Tristan was astonished to see how the three arrows continued to split apart until hundreds of arrows filled the air. The arrow flew silently across the sky, as if the air had also hidden its presence.

The hundreds of arrows were hidden in the thick fog before they eventually struck and ended up piercing through the head, chest, stomach, and vital organs of the wolves' body. Those wolves clearly hadn't expected them at all.

Stab!

Stab!

Stab!

The wolves that were hit by the airstrike began to fall one by one. However, this didn't affect the wolves' charge at all as those who were hit soon got trampled on the ground by the pack who ran behind them.

The wolves were brutal and uncontrollable. Stepping on their own comrades seemed to not cause any fluctuation to their emotions, making those who had fallen die even more quickly.

Wolves kept coming from three directions - east, south, and west - slashed out of the thick fog that hid their existence. The noise of roars, crashes, fallen forest trees, broken branches, howls, and growls made the atmosphere in the air turn tense.

While the wolves coming from the east and west suffered some casualties by the rain of arrows, the arrows that managed to hit the brutal Night Wolves that were twice as big as the other wolves did not manage to inflict any significant injuries.

Those who were hit by arrows did not flinch when hit, and some even pulled arrows from their bodies as if they were nothing.

HOWL!

The Night wolves let out a very loud roar and shouted, trying to intimidate the opponent with their roar that managed to make the ruins and the inner walls of the castle tremble.

The 13 saint level high elves who were guarding the castle were now preparing for their next attack, as it took them five seconds to charge using the same skill [Hail Shot]. However, as they did so, the wolves continued to approach the castle.

This was when the others took action. The high level elven magus in charge of guarding the east gate, the high elven elder Osgiliath, currently had his hands raised high in the air. He was in the midst of preparing a high tier magic skill to finish off the wolves before they could get close.

[Storm Heist] [Magic spell tier 6]

As the spell gradually took effect, the sky suddenly turned very dark. Black clouds came and gathered at a point to the east of the palace, concentrated and condensed.

Flashes of light began to chant across the sky, waiting for the high elven elder, Osgiliath, to finish casting his skill. After seven seconds had passed, Tristan, who was watching from above the castle, was ready to close his ear holes entirely.

A very strong wind suddenly blew from all directions. An early sign that a storm was coming.

Then suddenly, more than a hundred strokes of lightning formed a direct line from the sky to the ground. The bolt of lightning struck the wolves' bodies and electrocuted them so badly that black smoke shot out from the top of their heads.

The Wolves from the east couldn't dodge the fatal attack and several fell instantly with their bodies, completely turned black, charred by the high voltage the lightning contained.

[Storm Heist] really was terrifying magic. Not only did it strike the wolves who were running from the thick fog, the lightning that came out also struck the towering trees, incinerating them instantly.

Tristan then turned in the other direction. The south castle gate.

The dark elven princess, Illiana, had been waiting for the wolves that had managed to survive the air raids. She waited for the right moment for them to rush towards her direction.

Princess Illiana took a deep breath, filling her lungs with air, preparing a high tier fire magic skill [Fire Missile]. She created hundreds of flying-burning projectiles that surrounded her body in a short time. Then she suddenly exhaled, and the flying-burning projectiles shot fast to the night wolves lining up in front of her.

BOOM!

KABOOM!

The fire projectiles rapidly flew in the air and exploded on impact with the wolves' bodies, causing blood and body pieces to be flung in all directions. The terrifying [Fire Missile ] made the night wolves' ferocious roar instantly turn into a painful howl.

Tristan could clearly feel the cold air in that place instantly turning hot. The fierce fire magic used by the dark elves managed to burn a large part of the forest hidden in the thick fog around the castle.

Meanwhile, the dark elven king, King Vizier, had prepared an even powerful fire magic to kill the wolves from the south.

In the previous fight, he only had the time to use his bare hands to slaughter the wolves as there were not so many of them.

This time, he would demonstrate one of the tier 7 fire magic.

King Vizier clenched his hands together tightly in concentration. He started to call forth a large flaming rocks from the skies that randomly fell into the targeted area. Then all of a sudden, the south side of the castle turned red from above ground level to the surrounding ceiling.

[Meteor Fall]

From a height, it looked like the gates of hell opened very wide above the ground from the south of the castle.

BOOM!

KABOOM!

The brutal destructive wolves from that direction were instantly scorched, they simply did not have the time to escape from the fire meteors that fell from the sky.

"That was a really big deal," Tristan muttered, impressed.

At the same time, the situation on the last side of the clash also seemed to be leaning on the sides of the elves. To the west, the wolves were not given a chance to get out of the forest area at all.

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