A simple diplomatic war of words made the Corland Kingdom fall silent, and it stood by and watched the result of the Griffin Legion's appearance.
Deep in the forest, the war escalated as more and more Griffin Knights arrived.
"Break out! Kill these elves!"
"Put the Fairies down!"
On the battlefield, the forest faction's army was a chaotic mix—Magical Beasts, elves, Treants, Wind Speakers and Dream Weavers, as well as hulking, alien-born Fairies. The Fairies kept aloof from worldly strife and so often carried goodwill with them; there were many Natives in the forest who had received their kindness.
"Let the Fairies go!"
In the sky, Aria radiated a terrifying aura. Legendary power was still considered ordinary on that other battlefield, but here, it was an overwhelming advantage. The cyan arrow she gathered in midair crushed the battlefield's air currents in an instant, overturning dozens of griffins. Feathers drifted, blood sprayed. "Legendary!"
"Spread out!"
The Griffin Legion's fighting style was not to form ranks. For griffins that were both powerful and possessed magical strength, scattering and widening the battlefield was their greatest advantage; the wind-element magic they spat out and their powerful bodies could both be brought to full effect.
At the same time, it was also to avoid even greater casualties.
No one could claim to be a match for a Legendary. The arrow in Aria's hand had already been drawn to a full bow again, and this time it carried killing intent.
"You are far too softhearted, my lady."
Robert of the Sanctuary raised his head. The other party had not carried killing intent just now; otherwise, that arrow would already have pierced his skull. It was no trouble for a Legendary Elven Ranger to kill a Sanctuary human knight with one arrow.
But now, things were very