Waaaaagh!

In the chaotic battle, a wooden puppet collapsed.

One of the three fulcrums on the battlefield had been destroyed.

The puppet scattered and collapsed with a bang. The commotion was earth-shattering. Broken wood and dust surged and splashed. The balance of victory tilted towards Valentine. The morale of the humans was greatly raised, and the elves were shocked. The culprit or great contributor who caused all this had already rushed towards the second bridge along the inner city wall.

At this moment, the elf horn sounded again and the messengers appeared. The battlefield command of the Dusk Legion was extremely efficient. The third wooden puppet collapsed, and the demons, bows, and infantry gathered around immediately redeployed.

The long-range troops were covered and suppressed. The infantry formation intertwined and retreated. The deer herd scattered and ran over. They carried the injured and handed over ammunition in an orderly manner.