"Good news, the First Regiment of the Druid Legion has surrendered."
"Most of the Second Regiment has surrendered."
"The Third Regiment has surrendered as well."
Less than ten minutes after Algayer had taken Heath away, he returned with her. Standing before Lu Yang alongside Boar and the others bearing good news, he said, "There's only one issue left. How do we know they're truly willing to follow us?"
"I sincerely wish to join the Shadowmoon Elves. I'm willing to teach you all of my spells." Heath's face was filled with loyalty.
Lu Yang sat in the magma, somewhat dazed. He had originally thought that the nobles of the Elf Race would be like the military aristocrats of ancient humanity, preferring death to surrender.
After all, they were warriors who had fought countless battles on the battlefield. Their speed in surrendering was something Lu Yang found hard to accept. He asked, "Why did these people surrender so easily?"
Algayer sneered and said, "That's determined by the Elf Race's way of fighting. Under normal circumstances, commoner elves charge first, while the noble Mage Legion stays behind and supports them with spells. Once the enemy formation is thrown into disarray, the Druid Legion launches its attack. At that point, the Druid Legion is only there to reap heads. So these nobles' fighting spirit is nothing special. Only a small number of third-tier nobles have even a trace of noble honor."
Lu Yang understood. So the noble elves' task was merely to launch the final wave of attack. This should have been impossible, but the Elf Race had become so severely divided, and the Moon Goddess supported the noble elves, that it was no surprise they had become like this.
"Make them swallow Scorpion Men poison wrapped in seeds. The poison will take