The other three looked to Alexia, hoping to see where she stood. After all, this Gray Elf Queen had been the driving force behind the formation of their alliance.
"Heh, heh." Alexia gave two awkward chuckles. Truthfully, she was tempted.
Alshfaro's proposal had given her a new idea.
Until now, she had thought only about how to defeat the aggressive Undead Empire and protect her Elf tribe.
But two defeats in a row had made Alexia realize that the colossus to the south had grown beyond her power to shake. If she kept challenging it head-on, she would only be crushed. She had to think about a way forward.
She had originally planned to lead her tribe farther north if all else failed, putting as much distance as possible between them and the Undead Empire.
But she still had no idea where they would go.
Then Alshfaro had appeared out of nowhere with a rather tempting offer. Alexia's heart stirred.
Sensing the others watching her, however, she twitched her lips in embarrassment and gave a sheepish smile without declaring her position.
Just then, the battle on the ground took another turn.
When Farting's divine sword broke, the unity and morale he had only just rallied collapsed with it.
The sudden reversal left many feeling even more hopeless than before.
In moments, the Marine Armor Legion smashed through the enemy before it.
Farting vanished into the chaos. His spirit broken, he had no will left to fight. He even sank to the despondent thought that he might as well die.
The Northern Allied Forces' lines began to collapse on a massive scale.
Behind the human heavy infantry stood a corps of Troll hunters.
These Trolls were the Troll Lord's true elites and one of the alliance's main forces. Three formations of