A gale tore through the forest. The white sky was covered by a sea of green, and the Giant Eagles flying in dropped magical runes. Vines a thousand meters tall grew from the earth, and the vines bore pod-like fruits. As the fruits split open along the seams at their edges, the illusory space within twisted and became gateways. Elven warriors walked out one after another. The thousand-meter vines were as level ground beneath the elves' feet; even a ninety-degree vertical drop did not frighten them. As they ran downward, the slender silver swords in their hands were drawn, giving off a cold gleam.
Silver hair, silver armor, silver swords—this was the Royal Court's guard army. More precisely, it was the Elven Guard. They protected not only the Elven Royal Court, but the safety of the entire The Woodlands and all elves other than the Night Elves.
It could be said that the elves' innocent cheer and carefree freedom owed most of its credit to this ancient Elven Guard that had existed on the borders of their race since olden times.
Ryan was somewhat surprised. Aside from possessing magical power themselves, those Giant Eagles could actually deliver an army like this.
"Three thousand?"
With a brief observation, Ryan's legendary vision and thoughts let him see the number of this guard army, and he could not help shaking his head.
"They've exposed too much."
On the ground battlefield, over ten thousand Dragon Race warriors broke away from the main formation on their own and headed toward the locations of those thousand-meter vines. Thus the Elven Guard descending from the sky landed upon the pitch-black battlefield. Their silver radiance was not swallowed up, but as expected, they were surrounded in the middle.
"No need to break out. Kill them all! Head to