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The wind of the battlefield blew on and on... It was like a young woman in a thin silk veil, dancing gracefully—mysterious, yet infinitely intoxicating.
The sun was just beginning to rise.
A light mist filled the battlefield.
A contingent of about fifteen hundred men was advancing at high speed. Beasts along the way scattered and fled, but some bloodstains were still left behind.
Time passed quickly.
By the time the sun had fully risen, the contingent had arrived at the foot of a highland. On the high ground, a raised flag could be faintly seen.
It was a black flag, embroidered with a silver leaf.
The Dark Night Elf Clan's first line of defense, unlike the Eastern District Fortress, naturally wasn't a high wall. It consisted mostly of military outposts established according to the terrain.
And on this highland, there were a total of two thousand Dark Night Elf defenders.
Fifteen hundred against two thousand.
Plus, the two thousand defenders held the high ground.
