The Great Melee!

The Night Elves melted into the darkness, launching sneak attacks from every corner.

Their bodies merged with the dark, utterly invisible to the naked eye.

Only in the instant they struck could one see a flash of cold light—then a Wood Elf would fall.

Their daggers were quenched with deadly poison, sealing the throat at the sight of blood.

So long as they broke even the slightest bit of skin, the toxin would spread rapidly and claim a life within a few breaths.

The Wood Elves tried to counterattack, but they could not find their targets at all.

Those Night Elves were like ghosts, shuttling through the darkness, appearing and vanishing by turns, impossible to guard against.

The Frost Elves released ice spikes that filled the sky, like sheet after sheet of razor-sharp spears stabbing toward the Wood Elves' line.

Those ice spikes were sharp and keen, astonishingly fast, capable of piercing through the Wood Elves' defenses in an instant.

Even more terrifying, the Frost Elves could freeze the ground.

Wherever they passed, the ground was covered in a thick layer of frost, slick as oil beneath the feet, leaving the Wood Elves unable to stand firm at all, let alone fight.

The Wind Elves came flying on raging winds, their speed too fast for the naked eye to catch.

The wind-blade longswords in their hands could slash out dozens of streaks of Sword Qi in an instant, each one incomparably sharp, easily able to cut through trees and rock.

They circled in the air like hunting falcons, searching for flaws among the Wood Elves.

Once they found a target, they would dive down and seal the throat with a single sword before the Wood Elf could react.

The Wood Elves fought back with all their might.

They stood on