Elf Kingdom: Game of the World Tree-Chapter 336 - 319: Prohibiting the Use of Catapults!

*How could there be so many elves?*

Seeing the multitude of figures darting out from the forests on both sides, the two human mercenary group leaders instinctively glanced at each other, seeing a hint of shock in each other’s eyes.

"Eternal Lord above!"

*Could we be hallucinating?*

But the mercenaries who fell on the outskirts, dead by arrows, were telling them this was... definitely not a hallucination!

"No! Impossible! There’s no way Elf Forest has this many elves! And elves would never act so crazily! They must be imposters!"

Cynthia exclaimed.

Kains squinted his eyes and glanced back at the sole Silver Mage in his mercenary group.

The Silver Mage, catching the look from his leader, instantly understood his intention and began chanting a spell, casting an identification spell toward the charging elves...

Very quickly, the mage’s expression turned quite surprised,

"They... are really elves!"

*Truly elves?*

Kains gasped in disbelief.

To be able to surround a group of over five thousand mercenaries in an instant meant the enemy’s numbers were even greater!

And these guys... were actually all elves?

When had the long-eared creatures, nearly driven to extinction, become so commonplace?

*Where did all these elves come from?*

For a moment, Kains’s curiosity overshadowed the gravity of being surrounded.

However, he also noticed that although these "elves" were numerous, their skills were limited, mostly at the Black Iron Middle or Lower Ranks, with few at Black Iron Upper, and none at the Silver Rank.

His eyes flashed, and he quickly shouted,

"Their strength isn’t high, steady your formations, everyone, and begin the counterattack!"

"Defeat them! Capture them! They’re worth countless gold pounds!"

The leader’s orders were like a shot of adrenaline, soon calming the mercenaries who had become chaotic due to the ambush.

The initial excitement of seeing elves started to spread once more among the mercenaries...

*Elves... real elves!*

*The leader was right; elves mean gold pounds!*

*Capture just one, and you could live a lifetime!*

*And here... there were thousands!*

*No need to wonder where these elves came from, no need at all.*

*Just knowing... they’re elves is enough!*

Most of the mercenaries had never personally fought elves, but through shared knowledge and mercenary common sense, they knew elves often ranked lower in power among their equals.

The lure of gold pounds was endless, especially to mercenaries.

At this moment, they had already forgotten those comrades who had died from arrows at the beginning of the battle.

Although the looks in the eyes of these charging elves appeared somewhat fierce, the mercenaries’ fighting spirit began to rise.

The border mercenaries were all desperate fighters.

They understood that riches must be sought through danger.

So... even though everyone realized these elves seemed peculiar, they became excited nevertheless.

Soon, the elves at the forefront collided with the mercenaries.

At the very moment of engagement, the outermost mercenaries’ faces changed.

They felt as if the elves charging at them were powerful demon beasts, hitting them so hard they felt dizzy and almost spitting blood...

The elves were clad in heavy armor, wielding giant swords and large shields, their bodies covered in various enchantments, grinning ferociously like madmen.

They were players who chose the tank warrior profession.

Unlike the well-rounded mercenaries, these nearly all-devoted tank enthusiasts lacked agility and attack strength, yet each was as tough as a rock.

With magical support from the druid and mage players behind them, the mercenaries were shocked to find they couldn’t break through these elves’ defenses for the moment!

These elves, dressed thickly and heavily, resembling walking meat mountains, instantly plunged into the mercenaries’ formations, charging back and forth.

Unable to overpower the mercenaries, they refused to entangle themselves with any one mercenary, ignoring the attacks falling upon them and laughing heartily as they rushed through the crowd...

They... were like stirring sticks in a pot, swiftly disturbing the formations the mercenaries had managed to reorganize.

Their blades and swords slashed against the elves, splattering blood, with some elves even shot by arrows from distant archers.

However, these individuals paid no heed to their wounds, their expressions showing neither pain nor fear, as they laughed joyfully and fiercely fought within the crowd...

Witnessing such a scene left the mercenaries dumbfounded.

"Eternal Lord above! Where did these death-defying maniacs come from?"

Meanwhile, the elves in the back rallied, taking advantage of the opportunity to howl and charge into the enemy’s formation, engaging the mercenaries.

These individuals... were the true attackers!

Skills flickered on their bodies as they followed behind the tanks, howling and rushing into the crowd, slashing wildly at the mercenaries disoriented by the tanks.

Similarly, the mages and druids hiding at the very back revealed themselves, chanting excitedly, casting Fireballs and Wind Blades, and gleefully unleashing skills into the crowd along with the front-line warriors.

Suddenly, blade flashes, cries of battle, and magical explosions filled the air, accompanied by mercenaries’ screams.

In just one encounter, dozens of mercenaries either perished under the elves’ swords or were torn to pieces by the elves’ magic, their bodies reduced to ashes by eerie spells...

It was only then that the mercenaries realized... these strange elves were nothing like the legends.

They were genuinely fighting for their lives!

That predatory gaze, that bloodthirsty grin, wasn’t fake!

These elves... were lunatics!

Bloodthirsty battle maniacs!

Seeing their formations collapse almost instantly under the elves’ assault, the faces of the two mercenary group leaders subtly changed.

The strength of these elves... seemed to exceed their expectations.

However, despite this, they didn’t panic.

The numbers on both sides were still overwhelmingly large.

In fact, only the outermost faction was truly engaged in battle.

Moreover... the elves’ overall power wasn’t outstanding, while the mercenaries still had Silver Experts who hadn’t yet joined the fray!

The two leaders exchanged a glance, nodding to each other, preparing to command their silver-ranked subordinates to enter the battle.

However, at this moment, cries of alarm rose from within the mercenaries’ ranks...

On a distant hill, huge flaming boulders suddenly soared into the air...

Accompanied by the sound of rushing wind, trailing thick black smoke, they described perfect arcs as they hurtled into the mercenary formations...

Already compressed due to the elves’ encirclement, the mercenaries’ formations became more compact.

Facing the descending boulders, they had no way to dodge.

With thunderous crashes, the boulders shattered, shooting flames and stone shards everywhere, instantly turning a small patch of mercenaries into a mass of flesh.

The unfortunate ones nearby were set aflame and emerged screaming in agony...

Their struggles further disrupted the mercenary formations and spread panic.

"Trebuchets!"

Looking at the sizable engines on the hillside, the expressions of the two mercenary group leaders were rather colorful.

But immediately afterward, the mercenaries heard the sudden outburst of cursing from the elves’ side,

"What the hell! Who allowed the use of trebuchets?"

"Don’t you know there’s no reward for using trebuchets?!"

"Damn it... a whole mess of them died! My experience points and contributions!"

"*My heart aches! My heart really aches!*"

"No trebuchets allowed! Don’t use trebuchets!"

Their voices carried with intense frustration and grief.

Listening to the elves’ wails...

For a moment, the mercenaries were dumbfounded.

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Second update at midnight.