With Crockta’s help, the Ameranyan dark elves completely crushed their enemies.0

Meanwhile at Juolaideh, the great warrior Captain Akhoo lost in a one-on-one battle with Driden and died, significantly decreasing the morale of the chiefdom orcs. A slow confrontation ensued, and the orcs refrained from attacking further and waited for reinforcements instead.3

Nuridot, on the other hand, was devastated. Its few survivors fled to another city or joined the defensive forces in Mount Luclan, but most of them lost their lives.1

In Yekatoru, a city located on the fringes of dark elf territory, there was a battle involving urban warfare.0

***2

“It’s hopeless,” muttered Jaluten, a dark elf, as he sliced an orc’s neck. “We need to join forces with Juolaideh.”0

His subordinate answered, “Sir, there are still citizens left in this city.”0

“There is nothing more we can do here.”3

The dark elves who followed him had already lost all hope in their eyes. They had lost their will to fight, and it was the same for Jaluten.0

“But how can we just leave them behind?”0

Jaluten looked at the young dark elf’s face. He was a soldier with a strong sense of justice as well as a great fighting spirit and energy.0

The young soldier said, “Sir, I would rather die fighting here than leave.”0

Jaluten shook his head. “You’ll be dying in vain then. You should burn today’s scene in your memory and avenge your enemies in the future instead.”3

The young soldier heeded Jaluten’s...0