In the mist, the changes on the battlefield were happening so quickly that they were almost impossible to understand.
Just moments ago, the Undead Army had been pursuing the Crystal Cluster Army. Now, it had completely surrounded its former allies. As it happened, the Black Plague Legion, which had escaped disaster thanks to Brando, was currently facing Medisa's Lingge Guard head-on.
They were of course no match for the Silver Elves. However, three other legions were closely monitoring the Silver Elves from both sides of the Black Plague Legion.
The undead Floating Fleet formed ranks in midair, yet it did not dare act rashly. Directly before it stood the Silver Elves' Dragon King Cavalry. There were only a few hundred knights, but their illustrious reputation throughout history was enough to make any Floating Fleet tremble.
The Lich Dalin clearly had no intention of sacrificing most of his forces here.
Brando and the others stood behind the elven knights. There were now two more Silver Elves among them. One was naturally Medisa, while the other was the commander of the Silver Elves' Sorakard Knight Order. Brando had once seen him on the battlefield at Ambersell. Counting the time at Chablis, this was already the third time he had dealt with him.
Coincidentally, the circumstances had been much the same each time.
At Ambersell, he had used the elven race's token to ask the Silver Elves to come to his aid. At Chablis, the Silver Elves had happened to help him as well, though that had been because of Medisa. This time was much the same. If the Silver Elves had not arrived to save the day, there would be no question of him or the undead being here now.
This battlefield would probably have been left with nothing but an uncountable