Sylvanas silently gazed at the distant battlefield, where flames leaped skyward everywhere. The entire battlefield looked like hell on earth.
Overhead, vast banks of thick black clouds summoned by the High Elf Arcane Mages churned like raging beasts, endlessly raining down terrifyingly dense volleys of sharp Ice Shards as long and thick as an arm. On the ground, the iron hooves of countless Centaurs running about in panic kicked up heavy clouds of dust that seethed like boiling water.
Spells and arrows flew together, blades flashed and swords gleamed, and flesh and blood scattered amid severed limbs. Everywhere, anguished cries and screams marked the final moments of lives.
Naturally, where a battlefield held the sorrow of defeat, it also held the glory of victory. That glory might be stained with blood, and it might be built upon the lives of others, but none of that stopped the victors from becoming heroes!
Things were going well now. The High Elves happened to be the winning side, while the Centaurs who had come expressly to cause trouble happened to be the losing side. At least, that was how the battle stood for now.
Watching groups of ordinary Centaur soldiers continually flee through the gap deliberately left in the three-sided encirclement, Sylvanas curled her lips into a faint smile. You could actually fight a battle like this? It completely overturned everything she had previously understood about warfare.
Brother-in-law really was an inexhaustible treasure trove! Alongside her admiration, Sylvanas felt a little irritated. The problem was that Yu Lin Bloodhawk was far too afraid of dying. Every other thing out of his mouth was, "I'm just a nobody. World peace and destruction are matters for important people like you!" More infuriating still, he often pointed straight at her and her sister's noses while brazenly