Yuwen's army's attack had been delayed by several days. The dark elves' bribes had indeed been quite effective.
Unfortunately, such a massive investment had only bought them a few days' delay.
When Yuwen's delight at harvesting an enormous quantity of magic stones gradually faded, the formal assault was about to begin.
Inside the tunnels, over ten thousand draconic creatures had already poured out, followed by the kobold servant army, and finally dozens of dragons soaring through the sky.
Aboard the largest dragon, Yuwen looked down at the dark elf city not far away.
The city was like a gigantic beast lurking in the darkness. It was exceptionally clamorous now, for the defenders within had already discovered the enemy's arrival.
In the mushroom farms outside the city, the slaves who had not managed to evacuate miserably became food for the draconic creatures.
They were pounced upon and slaughtered, then cruelly torn apart and devoured.
Even though the dark elves knew Yuwen might lead his army to attack at any moment, no one had ordered these slaves back into the city.
No one cared whether the slaves lived or died. Their purpose was to tend the mushrooms outside the city, even if those mushrooms would all be destroyed in the flames of war.
The slaves' screams were like an appetizer before the great battle.
The draconic creatures ran rampant outside the city, while the kobold servant army prepared all manner of siege equipment.
Among the kobold servant army were quite a few true dragon descendants. Some lucky ones could even become dragonblood sorcerers, gaining some of the spell-like abilities that true dragons could cast.
Upon Moni City's walls, the dark elves and their servant armies had already taken their positions, ready to meet the battle at any moment.
Everyone was tense. After