Mist Shadow Sentry Tower.
It had originally been the territory of the Mist Shadow Tribe of the Elf Tribe.
The former Mist Shadow Tribe was an elf tribe that possessed the complete heritage of Mist Shadow Cavalry.
It was one of the five major tribes of the Elf Race.
But a thousand years ago.
The Beastmen provoked the Mist Shadow Tribe into rebellion, then surrounded it with a force of five hundred thousand.
The war lasted three days.
Afterward, the Mist Shadow Tribe became merely a place name.
The last tribe of the Elf Race with the power to unite all elves had vanished.
With the disappearance of the Mist Shadow Tribe.
The Elf Race's path toward extinction became inevitable.
And today.
On the former territory of the Mist Shadow Tribe.
The war that would determine the survival of the Elf Race had begun again.
Only this time, the elves' opponent was no longer the elite of the Beastmen.
It was instead traitors from the same Elf Race.
It was already noon.
But around Mist Shadow Sentry Tower.
There was still a faint mist.
It shrouded the land like a veil.
On the hill where the former Mist Shadow Tribe's great camp had stood.
A towering sentry tower radiated magical light, dispersing the surrounding mist.
The thirty thousand cavalry led by Wade were stationed beneath the tower.
Relying on the tower's superior line of sight.
They had not suffered particularly heavy losses.
"Report!"
"My lord."
"The five hundred cavalry sent to scout the route have been completely wiped out!"
An Elf Cavalry scout rushed out from the hill and brought the latest intelligence here.
"Dead again?"
"Damn tribal elves. Why can they move freely through the mist?"
"I told you long ago that we shouldn't come near Mist Shadow Sentry