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At this moment, the Elf Army's front line was extremely unstable, and everyone was running around. Despite this, Ravenkes tried his best to maintain order and stabilize the morale of the army. In the past, Brox had quarreled with the nobles many times, but now he was a little grateful to the owner of the Black Ruffle Castle, which was him who controlled his soldiers.

"Why attack Sin Azalie at this time?"

Brox asked questioningly, Nathanos was wiping the blood from Salamaine's sword, unlike before, he thought the same as Brox this time.

The offense started two days ago, with the goal aiming to save the so-called "coerced" queen.

"Ravenkes thought that the victory of the Raven Fortress could raise morale. He was right, but..."

"But what?"

"But the battles with less battles are mostly defensive battles, and attacks are unwise. Ravenkes' troops lost more than half of the battle of the Black Raven Fortress, and they do not have the ability to attack."

"I hope you can remind Lord Black Crow!" Brox said his heart, "I think it would be better for you to command those people at this moment. That lord is good, but we need to better control the situation now."

"This joke sounds very comfortable." Nathanos and the orcs smiled at each other.

The war drums were blown up again, and a moon guard fell down in exhaustion. Seeing this, Ravenkes cursed at the other elves. These experienced mages adjusted their magic power guiltily to exclude the fallen guy from the magic matrix.

Brox struggled to cut off the head of a Hellhound who was trying to break through the defense. Next to him, Garod and his remaining subordinates were fighting with all their might to block the enemy's surging offensive. Most of their mounts had long been killed, and now they were fighting side by side with the regular elves infantry.

A knight flickered past the orcs carrying a broken flag fluttering in the wind. Nathanos looked in surprise. The flag should generally be next to Ravenkes. Could it be that the elves defenders were forced by the enemy to have no organization at all?

He looked left, and this idea was confirmed. The black bird flag of the Black Ruffle Castle was flying near. Ravenkes himself entered his sight. He ignored his own safety and slashed at a demon guard and kicked the injured guy on the head. The Black Ruffle Castle master with his personal bodyguard also left a deep impression on the undead. Nathanos originally had no respect for the night elves, but Ravenkes was a natural warrior, and even Brox thought so.

The elves gained confidence from the noble's strong expressions and kept pouring towards him. Ravenkes did something that even the mage could not do - his followers could gain strength by standing by him. Nathanos saw a series of firm and proud faces, knowing that they would die, but they all tried their best to prevent the demons from winning.

Too many elves gathered around the lord. The commander-in-chief of the Elf Army was almost injured by his subordinates several times. Several times the blade was only an inch away from his body, but he only paid attention to avoiding the enemy and didn't care much about his own weapons.

A cavalry began to approach him from behind Ravencasse, but Nathanos felt that he didn't need to get that close. The elf had a gloomy face and looked different from the other elf, and he was staring at Ravencasse, not the demon.

"Brox!" Nathanos shouted, then attracted the attention of the warrior, pointing at the elf. Brox looked.

Without thinking too much, the orc walked straight towards Ravencais. Nathanos rushed over there.

"Brox!" shouted Gallard, "Where are you going?"

"Hurry up!" said the green-skinned veteran in a low voice, "We must remind him!"

Looking down where Brox pointed, although he still didn't know what the orc was doing, he followed.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!" Brox shouted at the elves in front of him. He jumped up and saw that the cavalry had already stood up. He grabbed the reins with his hand holding the sword, and reached into his belt with his other hand... There was a dagger hanging on the belt, which was obviously not used to kill the demons. He pulled out the dagger and slanted towards Ravenketh.

"Be careful!" Brox shouted, but Ravenkes couldn't hear it. The battlefield was too noisy and such warnings were useless.

The assassin's mount moved, stabbed the dagger out, and inserted it behind Ravenketh's neck.

Ravenkes moved a moment in the saddle, dropped his sword and touched the dagger, but the soldier had pulled it out. Blood spurted out from the wound and splashed onto his noble and gorgeous robe.

Most of the elves around hadn't realized what was going on. The assassin took the opportunity to throw away the dagger and rode his mount and wanted to escape, but at this moment, the sea-like crowd blocked his way.

Brox roared and drove a way with the back of the axe. The elves stared at the crazy warrior in amazement. The orcs felt it was irrelevant whether they knew what had happened. The most important thing now was to catch the traitor.

The Black Crow Lord fell forward tremblingly, and his followers noticed that several elves rushed up and caught him before he fell from his mount.

Brox finally squeezed to Raven Keith: "It's there! It's there!"

Several elves looked at him in confusion, and finally two followed.

The assassinator had no way to let his mount pass through the crowd. He looked back and found that the pursuer was approaching. A trace of despair was passing through his dark face.

Nathanos calculated the distance and jumped over. He slashed at Ye Bian Leopard's waist. The sharp sword blade cut the black fur and blood splattered onto the undead. He did not hesitate and pulled the assassin down the mount. When the enemy was passive, the active side would easily relax. The assassination swung the dagger that attacked Ravenkes, but an axe blocked him.

The downward momentum almost made the assassination kneel on one knee, who whispered a few words and avoided Nathanos's flying kick.

The assassin stood up from the ground and rushed towards Nathanos with a dagger in his hand. The two of them were full of their arms, causing the undead to fall backwards. What is secretly amazing is that the assassin landed very steadily, but it was so hard for him to maintain balance.

"Go to die!" said the assassin with a sneer. He stabbed in a fierce manner, almost hurting Nathanos's eyes. Brox provided timely support, and the oak battle axe swept upwards and knocked away the dagger in the assassin's hand.

Then the axe slashed at the enemy's armor, making him feel a faint pain in his chest. He looked at Brox in horror and staggered back a few steps. Nathanos stood up and faced the injured enemy.

"It's you!" The undead stared at the assassination elf. It was not until this time that the assassin discovered that his mask had been knocked down. His identity was no longer a mystery.

"Do you know him?" Brox asked.
Chapter completed!