The allied forces of the two counties led by Gacher engaged Charles on a bright, breezy morning.
Before this, all the half-elf nobles had been utterly arrogant, as if victory were already within their grasp.
But reality dealt them a crushing blow.
Their central formation was completely breached after Charles's first charge.
The half-elves in the center were almost entirely wiped out.
There were no surprises in the battle that followed.
Among the cavalry, the half-elf riders loosed feeble volleys of arrows.
Even after the sorcery effects on the cavalry wore off,
the human cavalrymen still wore heavy armor.
This armor was unlike that of orcs, giants, elves, and half-elves.
It had none of the useless cutouts and patterns that existed purely for appearance.
To half-elves and elves, these suits of armor looked like lumps of metal, utterly devoid of beauty.
But they had one advantage: their defensive power was absolutely strong enough.
Many arrows struck the human cavalrymen and knights, yet did nothing; some bounced straight off.
Even those that hit only caused little harm to the knights within.
These bloodstained human knights let out savage roars.
Like a pack of demons, they madly pursued the half-elf cavalry.
Even those who had fled more than a hundred li away were eventually caught by the human knights and beheaded.
In the distance,
the residents who had been driven out of the settlement stood gathered together.
They had originally waited that morning to watch the spectacle, to see the half-elves crush the human knights who had seized their homes and forced them to sleep in the open.
But reality was completely different from what they had hoped to see.
Watching the half-elf formation be utterly trampled flat by a single charge,
a child said, "They... look like the crops we harvested