Under the cover of night, Ryan's army withdrew first.
But there was a smile on his face. This retreat took them back to camp, not out of this forest.
Faced with Ryan's smile, Ophelia's expression was incomparably dark. Moonlight favored the elves, but beneath the night moon, he did not dare continue ordering his army to attack.
Every order he gave now was far too heavy. Even with the innate cold-bloodedness of the Winterwood elves, he could not bring himself to turn the night into a killing field and let his people's lives fade beneath the moonlight.
Exhaustion was the greater enemy.
And on this night, both Ryan and Ophelia received news from the north.
"The Werewolves ambushed that elven army hidden at the foot of Snow Mountain."
"How could Werewolves appear there and attack our army?!"
"On the Horse-Ox Plains, His Majesty King Sera is asking whether the Griffin Legion needs to be deployed. The waters there have been dyed red with blood." "Why are there so many armies from the human kingdoms on the plains?"
"Oren City has temporarily ceased fighting. Lord Rock says there seems to have been internal strife in the Wansu Kingdom's army. The Dwarves and elves have started fighting." "Why would the Dwarves oppose Sylvia's orders? Don't forget what they came here to do!"
On the same night, Ryan calmly read the intelligence from the north and south, while Ophelia flew into a rage and questioned every message he received.
After a long while, Ryan rubbed his brow and asked himself, "Can we hold them off?"
At the same time, Ophelia also sank into self-doubt.
"Can we really crush the human army?"
The battlefield in the forest was already brutal enough, but now it seemed the truly bloody places were instead the two battlefields