Battle in Progress

The Mage Research Institute of Eldre'Thalas specialized in researching large teleportation arrays, aiming to deal with such sudden situations. Azar's foresight achieved an unexpected effect this time. The Amani forces were not at all vigilant when facing the ambush and suffered heavy losses. When they finally broke out of the ambush circle with all their might, the cavalry of Eldre'Thalas continued the pursuit, giving them no chance to survive. In the end, the Amani leader had to leave a large rear-guard force and flee back into the depths of the forest with only a small group of elites.

"Order the troops to stop pursuing. Mages, hurry up and inspect the array. The battle on the front line should be at a critical juncture. We should go back and completely deal with our enemies." Daphne gave the order decisively as she watched the last group of trolls escape into the forest.

"Yes!" The messenger took the order and left.

"Saruman, will one legion be enough for you?" Daphne asked Saruman, who was on the other side. He and Gandalf were in charge of the mage forces this time.

"I'm afraid not. The Amani trolls won't have the strength to come back, but the construction and restoration of Suramar still require a lot of effort." Gandalf interjected before Saruman could speak.

"Are you stupid? What does the reconstruction of Suramar have to do with us? Ignore him, Sophia. Leave the wounded to me. Leave all the Sentinels to me, we still need necessary support. Leave more priests, enough for the wounded soldiers. Most importantly, leave more mages for me. I won't complain if you leave too many. We have a lot of ancient texts to sort through." He spoke very seriously at first, but the sly smile at the corner of his mouth betrayed his hidden intentions when he said the last sentence.

On the other side, in the Zandalar Mountains, at the front line of the two armies. For several days, the Kaldorei army had launched several charges against the Zandalar troll positions. The trolls resisted fiercely, their will was very firm, and although they suffered heavy casualties, they did not let the Night Elves break through their defenses.

"How many times has this been?" the exhausted Azar asked Aisara beside him.

"This is the sixth time."

"This won't do. Order the troops to withdraw and rest." Azar gave the order, though he was unwilling in his heart.

"I want to rest for a while. Wake me up immediately if anything happens."

"Okay, I will. You haven't slept for three days, you really need to rest." Aisara said softly. After speaking, she quickly walked to Azar's side, hugged him, closed her eyes, gently stroked his hair with one hand, and hummed a lullaby, as if coaxing her child to sleep. Azar didn't struggle, letting her hold him like that. Perhaps because he was too tired, or perhaps because he hadn't enjoyed his wife's embrace for too long, he soon fell asleep. It was evident that he was sleeping soundly. In his sleep, he even moved his head, as if looking for a more comfortable position. Aisara cast a spell to lift them both and gently moved them to her large bed. They lay there, embracing each other. She had longed for this moment for too long, and she felt very happy, wishing time would stop. Sophia entered and immediately turned around and left when she saw this scene. She had a smile on her face, and her steps were light. Perhaps she was too focused on happy things and didn't notice the person in front of her, bumping into him and falling to the ground with a yelp. The unlucky person who bumped into the princess was Dath'Remar, who was also distracted and not paying attention to Sophia in front of him.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness Princess, I didn't mean to." Dath'Remar cursed when he saw that it was Sophia he had bumped into, but he swallowed the curse and quickly helped her up.

"Don't go over there. Just tell me if anything happens." Sophia warned Dath'Remar as she stood up. She would not allow anyone to disturb her parents at this moment.

Dath'Remar glanced at the queen's tent, then at Sophia, and understood everything. He excused himself and turned to leave. No one knew his feelings at that moment, nor did anyone care about his emotions. Only he himself understood, and only he himself could get out of it.

"How long did I sleep?" Azar opened his eyes and saw Aisara beside him. She was lying on her side, watching him, her eyes full of tenderness.

"Not long. It's just getting dark. Do you want to get up?"

It was already dark. That's right, it was dark! How could I not have thought of that? Darkness is the friend of the Kaldorei, and night is our home ground! With this thought, he quickly got up. Due to the large movement, he knocked over Aisara, who was lying on her side. Azar instinctively paused. Then an awkward scene occurred. Aisara lay flat on the bed, Azar propped himself up with one hand on the bed, his whole body leaning over her. For a moment, neither of them spoke, just looking at each other quietly. Time ticked by. Slowly, Aisara's face turned red, and Azar's breathing quickened. Aisara wrapped her arms around Azar's neck, and Azar suddenly leaned down and kissed her. Their series of actions seemed so tacit, so natural, and so coordinated. The emotions had been suppressed for too long, and the desire erupted more fiercely. Women, after all, have some reservations. Aisara did not forget to cast a magic barrier at such a critical moment.

The next day, the generals held a meeting.

"Our casualties have been relatively high in the past few days, mainly concentrated in the melee troops. The melee attack power of the Zandalar is stronger than ours." Dath'Remar reported first.

"What about the ranged troops?" Azar asked.

"The mage troops did not suffer heavy casualties, but their mental power was greatly depleted and requires some time to rest," replied an Archmage.

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"The Elf Hunters also suffered considerable casualties, but we can still hold on," said another Elf general, his tone indicating he was a tough guy.

"Dath'Remar, dispatch elite troops for two missions: first, to protect our front line from harassment, and second, to constantly harass the troll forces. These are the tasks for the next three days. I want the trolls opposite us to lose sleep."

"Father, what do we do after three days?" Sophia's voice rang out at the opportune moment. This transition was perfectly timed.

"Wait, wait for Daphne's legion! They are done with their battle and are resting. Once they arrive, it will be time for our full-scale offensive!"

Three days later, as if by agreement, the commanders of both sides assembled their armies at the same time and faced each other. After three horn blasts, Azar gave the order.

"Mages in the rear, Arcane Missiles! Target the troll throwers on the enemy's left flank!" After giving the order, he silently counted to five. Not bad, the execution was good.

"Elf Hunters! Target! The front ranks of the enemy's left flank!" Seeing that the Troll Hunters were temporarily suppressed, Azar decisively issued the second order! Before the low-ranking officers could relay the command, the third order followed! "Warrior Legion, Charge!"

Dath'Remar beside him looked at Azar doubtfully, then at Aisara behind him. Azar's face was calm and expressionless; Aisara had a detached expression, as if it had nothing to do with her. Her eyes were only on her husband. Could I be wrong? He didn't intend to deplete the royal capital's army? I've never seen this tactic before. They charged forward before the arrows were even finished. Are you sure there won't be friendly fire?

Before he could finish his thoughts, Azar's mouth twitched, and his eyes narrowed into a line! Anyone close to him knew that this was the Prince's expression of extreme dissatisfaction. He had been careless. The troops attacking now were not his direct subordinates, nor had they undergone his tactical training. It was difficult to complete his orders, and the results were dismal. He had been too wishful. While they were attacking with all their might, the Zandalar army also made a move. They wouldn't just stand there and let you hit them. Their tactic was simple: pile up troops in the center! Simple, but effective. Dath'Remar rushed to the front to organize resistance. This was his duty. If the center was breached, Her Majesty the Queen would be in danger.

"Father, the enemy is determined to attack the center. Should we send in the reserve troops? I'm afraid the front line can't hold." Sophia kindly reminded her father.

"Don't disturb your father, Sophia. Even I can see that the enemy's left flank is about to collapse, and the right flank is drawing troops to reinforce. We are about to succeed. The center? You think you can win just by charging at me? I'm not made of paper." Aisara stopped her daughter before Azar could speak.

"Hahaha, girl, you haven't seen us fight before, so it's not strange that you're worried. Sophia, if only the trolls were more spirited and charged at us, you would have the honor of witnessing my strength as your father." Azar was also full of heroic spirit at this moment! His words were effective. The surrounding guards' tense expressions relaxed a little after hearing them. This was the role of a commander. Every gesture, every smile could stabilize the army's morale.

"Azar, my dear, I'm really looking forward to seeing your heroic demeanor from back when you used to slaughter wild boars again," the Queen also joked. The guards' faces turned dark. Flirting in public, do you consider us nonexistent? If people didn't know, they would think this was an outing.

Azar turned his attention back to the battlefield. His gaze was as sharp as an eagle's. Yes, he was now the hunting eagle, searching for the opponent's weakness, aiming for a fatal blow. Suddenly, he stood up abruptly, startling everyone around him!

"Daphne! Right flank, charge!"

It was a simple feint. The entire army pressed on the enemy's right flank, leaving the center wide open to attract the enemy's attention. When they realized they didn't have enough troops on both flanks, they would naturally have to draw troops from the left. Azar had concentrated his most elite legions on his right flank, waiting for this moment! He wouldn't even use them if the command center was in crisis. The formation would be in temporary chaos during troop movement, which was the best time to attack. It was like on a football field, when one team was preparing for a counter-attack and the whole team had pushed forward, only to suddenly realize they had lost the ball again and were counter-attacked by the opponent. Azar seized a mistake by the Zandalar trolls. In fact, it could be said that the Zandalar had hardly made any mistakes in this battle. It was this small weakness, which was not a mistake, that dealt them a fatal blow.

This was the art of command!