Elf Kingdom: Game of the World Tree

Pelone had never seen a legion that coordinated so seamlessly and acted so swiftly.

As if arranged by fate, the newly arrived Elf Alliance and the reformed Elf Army, now in a wedge formation, charged into the Dark Alliance's army almost simultaneously...

Originally chaotic due to their hastily organized formation, the Dark Army was once again torn apart by the Elf Cavalry...

However, this time, things were different.

Just as the Elf Cavalry perforated the Dark Army's lines, the Elf Army from another direction instantly seized the opportunity.

Amidst the thunderous cries of battle, they flanked from the south, completely segmenting the already shattered Dark Alliance army.

Consequently, the commanders of the Dark Alliance on the hills witnessed a scene they would never forget.

Clearly in numerical superiority, clearly stronger by a margin of three parts, yet the Dark Alliance's army was easily torn to pieces by the rapid interweaving and slicing movements of the elves...

The second wave of reinforcement, a mixed Elf and Silent Alliance force, then surrounded and devoured the isolated Dark Army units.

If one were to make a comparison, then, at this moment on the battlefield, the Dark Alliance army resembled a plate of delicious food.

And the Elf Cavalry were the knife and fork.

They continuously interwove, segmented, dividing the Dark Army into portions...

Then these portions of the Dark Army were devoured by the Elf mixed forces, like a hungry giant mouth.

The key to this spectacle was the elves' astonishing cooperation...

Perhaps each one of them was weak individually.

But, at this moment, they united.

With over ten thousand participants in this war, on a chaotic battlefield, they managed to move in perfect harmony, executing actions in a highly synchronized manner, and even attacking and withdrawing as one...

In that moment, they seemed to become one being.

To the Witch Demon King, it felt as if they weren't tens of thousands of elves with their own minds, but rather a composite of countless individuals under a collective consciousness...

The power of such a collective was exceedingly terrifying.

The gap between Black Iron and Silver was not insurmountable.

One Black Iron Professional's magic might not threaten a Silver Professional...

But if a thousand, ten thousand Black Iron Professionals cast spells on a single point at the same time, that power... would be enough to tear any Silver Professional to shreds!

*This was the epitome of qualitative change brought about by a quantitative one.*

At this moment, the elves were doing exactly that.

This seemingly simple yet incredibly difficult maneuver was achieved as effortlessly as drinking cold water...

Even faced with the terrifying Elf Army, the Silver Professionals of the Dark Alliance couldn't help but show their dismay.

Thus, with the elves' high level of coordination, the large and unwieldy Dark Alliance army found themselves at a disadvantage due to their own size.

They simply couldn't effectively retaliate under the elves' efficient collaboration, reduced to relying on experience to defend themselves.

It could be said that, at this moment, with the elves' assault, the command system of the Dark Alliance army was nearly paralyzed.

It wasn't that the commanders were dead, but rather they couldn't precisely control their troops anymore.

In fact, in battles involving large cold weaponry legions, including those on Blue Planet, this was a common characteristic.

As long as the numbers were large enough, once both armies engaged fully, precise commands failed.

At most, commanders on both sides could issue general orders such as "retreat" or "charge;" micro-management was out of the question.

And even with that, they couldn't fully communicate these orders to all units.

Yet who would have thought such an anomaly would appear now?

The Witch Demon King still couldn't understand how these elves were being commanded.

*Despite meticulously observing for a commander, he helplessly realized he couldn't discern a single leader's presence...*

Clearly, it seemed as though there was no commander, yet the elves' actions, their movement, unequivocally conveyed to him, there had to be a commander!

However, the battlefield situation allowed him no time to ponder the elves' conundrum.

If this continued, the Dark Alliance's army would indeed be gradually consumed by the elves!

The Witch Demon King took a deep breath and commanded solemnly,

"All high-level professionals, gather and first eliminate those heavily armored knights at the forefront of the Elf Cavalry!"

After watching for so long, he realized that the key to the elves' success was undoubtedly those nearly twenty thousand cavalry.

The reason why the cavalry could be like a sharp sword was thanks to those heavily armored Elf Knights in the front line!

The defense of those heavily armored knights was too high, clearly at the forefront, crushing the enemies they encountered, yet emerging unscathed... Simply outrageous.

The Witch Demon King believed that as long as the Gold Professionals on his side united to eliminate these peculiar heavily armored knights in the elves' front line, the situation would change!

Faced with the elves' offensive, the Silver Professionals might need to retreat, but it was different for the Gold Professionals.

The gap between high-level professionals and middle- and low-tier professionals was enormous, and the absence of high-level professionals was the elves' most critical weakness!

The turning point of this war likely rested on the high-level professionals.

With Pelone's order, seven Gold Professionals of the Dark Alliance army took action.

Death Knights and Dwarf Warriors cooperated, learning from the elves' coordination and forming a formation, charging into the Elf Cavalry, while two Bloodline Mages chanted spells to assist their attack.

The collaboration of several Gold Professionals was exceedingly effective.

In just an instant, they relied on the terrifying power of Gold Professionals to shred any elf like slaughtering chickens, causing the elves' formation to descend into chaos for the first time...

Seeing the elves' formation disrupted, and the Dark Alliance's army taking the opportunity to regroup, the Witch Demon King's heart finally eased.

However, his relief did not last long.

Right as the Gold Professionals joined the fray and the elves' offensive slowed... suddenly, a resonant dragon's roar echoed through the air of the Underworld.

Accompanied by a terrifying dragon's presence, a menacing Black Dragon with a wingspan of over sixty meters appeared on the battlefield.

It circled above the Elf Army, puffed up its cheeks, and exhaled a viscous Dragon Breath upon the few Gold Professionals of the Dark Alliance...