Chapter 670: The Decisive Battle

Bunduk raised his hand, signaling for everyone to keep quiet.

The elven army arrived in front of the lizardmen and jackalans' tents.

Gable stood at the front of the army, commanding the fire elves to throw fireballs into the camp. All the tents were set on fire.

"This is bad!" Bunduk heard a call from Derrick.

He saw that the soldiers who had been wandering around the tents had all disappeared. And the figures in the woods beside the military camp were stirring.

Gable couldn't help but be stunned when he saw this situation.

Could it be that he had fallen into the trap of the lizardmen and jackalans?

He looked at the lizardmen and jackalan soldiers who were constantly sprinting out of the woods. While Gable was filled with regret, he looked up at the mountain where the Drondheim soldiers were hiding.

The Drondheim soldiers must have seen the situation on their side and did not rush down the hill as they had predicted.

This was the first time Gable had met the Drondheim soldiers. He had only heard that they had won many battles. Now that the elven team was trapped, he did not know if they would give up on support.

The lizardmen and jackalans surrounded the elven warriors, forming a dark mass.

The elven warriors just stood there, waiting for Gable to give the order.

With his heart wavering, Gable finally made up his mind. Since it had come to this, he could only trust the leadership of the Drondheim soldiers. Perhaps now was the best time for the elves and the Drondheim troops to cooperate.

A burly jackalan walked out of the troop and said to Gable who was riding on a horse, "You didn't expect that we would see through your sneak attack, did you?"

"Humph, today our elven soldiers are not afraid of a face-to-face battle with you jackalans and the lizardmen," Gable said coldly, then, he raised his arm and shouted, "all elven soldiers, even if we spill our blood here today, we will drive this group out of the border!"

"Hahahaha!" The jackalan leader laughed, "Are you kidding me?! We jackalans and the lizardmen are united, but we can still be defeated by your army of thousands of mages?! What a fantasy!"

"Defeated by us?" Gable looked at the mountain in the distance and grinned. "We aren't the only ones here."

In his field of vision, he saw the Swadian sergeants, who were charging at the front, gradually approaching.

Derrick, who was carefully observing the movements on the mountain, noticed Gable's hand gesture to launch an attack. After passing this information to Bunduk, he said, "Let's go." Bunduk immediately ordered the army to attack.

The jackalan leader was stunned by Gable's words. He didn't know when the soldiers of Drondheim had arrived in the Elf Kingdom.

When he heard the shaking of the ground behind him, the Swadian warriors had already rushed in front of them from the mountain path. They raised their shields and made a hole in the encirclement of the jackalans and lizardmen.

Many of the lizardmen and jackalans were knocked to the ground, and after the soldiers stabbed their chests. They were completely lifeless.

"Retreat, retreat!" the leader of the jackalans ordered his soldiers loudly.

However, the forest that was good at hiding their escape had already been burned into a sea of fire by Gable's fire elves when the Swadian soldiers rushed down the hill.

Races like the jackalans and the lizardmen, which had evolved from nocturnal animals, were completely unable to withstand the visual impact and high temperature brought by the flames.

The jackalans and lizardman soldiers panicked. Once the Drondheim soldiers arrived, they fell from a stable advantage to an overwhelming disadvantage. They could only think about how to escape.

With the elven spells behind them, the Swadian soldiers continued to flood in.

The leader of the jackalan led the soldiers to escape to the empty space behind the military camp, but he was forced back to his original position by the Rhodok soldiers led by Bunduk and Derrick.

The eyes of the jackalan soldiers flashed with a green light. Since they couldn't escape, they could only fight to the death.

The jackalans pounced in front of the Rhodok soldiers and flashed their sharp fangs.

However, they were kicked to the ground by the Rhodok soldiers, who had amazing physical strength.

Finally, their necks were cut off by a horizontal knife.

After the elves arrived at Drondheim's army, they continued to launch magic attacks behind the formation of the Swadian soldiers.

The lizardmen and jackalans were like ants on a hot pan, restless in the encirclement. Even if they knocked down a warrior from Drondheim or a mage from the elven race. They would immediately be heavily injured by the continuous attacks.

In less than two hours, all the lizardmen and jackalans had lost their ability to fight, either dead or injured.

Gable sent people to capture the surviving enemies and tied them up with ropes back to the Elf Kingdom.

"Thank you for lending a helping hand in times of trouble," Gable said gratefully to Bunduk and Derrick.

Bunduk shook his head with a smile and said, "Helping you was one of the goals of our trip. We should be most grateful that Derrick understood the signal you sent, allowing us to cooperate with you in launching a counterattack."

Upon hearing Bunduk's words, Derrick answered in embarrassment, "I only noticed this habit of Gable's when he was training his troops before the battle. I was thinking that he might be hinting for us to send our troops."

Derrick's explanation made Bunduk and Gable look at him in surprise.

Bunduk had originally thought that the reason why Derrick was able to discover Gable's secret signal was that the two of them had discussed it before the battle. He didn't expect that he would be the one to make a subjective inference after observing. This level of care and determination was indeed beyond Bunduk's expectations.

The degree of surprise in Gable's heart was about the same as that of Bunduk. However, he didn't show anything. He just shook hands with Derrick to express his gratitude.

After dealing with the battlefield, the soldiers of Drondheim returned to Cumberland with the Elf Kingdom's forces.

The news of victory had spread throughout the colony. People from all families ran to the city gate to welcome the soldiers who had returned victorious. They also held a celebration banquet and prepared many sumptuous dishes. The elven warriors were also invited to join them.

"I'm really not used to eating human food," an elven soldier said to the soldier beside him during the banquet.

"I think it's quite delicious." the elf soldier beside him said nonchalantly while picking up a lot of food with his chopsticks and put it in his bowl.

"Huh?" The elf soldier who had just started the banquet had drunk quite a lot of wine. At this moment, his face was slightly tipsy. He frowned and said, "What did you say? Let me see how your tongue grows. Has It become a human tongue?"

"Go away! Go away! Don't go crazy with me. Why drink so much if you don't like to eat?" The elf soldier who was annoyed by the "harassment" retorted.

At the end of the banquet, many of the soldiers had already collapsed on the open-air dining table and fell asleep.