Chapter 53: The Final Battle on the Island
The exposed human fleet charged against the wind.
Although their speed had slowed a bit, their momentum showed no signs of faltering.
Previously, their morale had plummeted due to the lack of hope for victory.
Now, Alexander had rekindled that hope.
With the prospect of victory in sight, the elite human soldiers’ spirits soared higher than before.
Each of them was brimming with fighting spirit, vowing to defeat the elven army before them and wash away their previous humiliation.
In the ocean, after eliminating the elven scouts, the sea tribe soldiers sank back into the depths, swiftly closing in on the island and the elven warships.
Thus, what lay before the elven forces was only the massive human fleet.
“Is the human army really going to fight to the death?”
Krul muttered as he gazed at the scene.
He felt that something was off, but couldn’t pinpoint what it was.
Once the elven soldiers spotted the human fleet, they gained a target.
Suddenly, countless crossbow bolts and giant stones flew toward the human ships.
In no time, many human soldiers fell.
However, the human fleet remained undaunted, charging forward.
As they advanced, they also launched their counterattack, no longer needing to hide.
Just like the elven forces, they unleashed an overwhelming barrage of stones and crossbow bolts at the elven army.
Not just Krul, but even the most ordinary elven soldiers sensed something was amiss after this brief exchange.
The human army had previously been severely battered by them, their morale in shambles.
In every attack since then, the human soldiers had shown no spirit whatsoever.
After receiving the retreat order, they had fled in disgrace.
How could today be any different? They were all charged up like they had just injected some adrenaline!
The stark contrast in the human army’s behavior sent a chill of fear through the uninitiated elven soldiers.
Just as the soldiers from both races exchanged long-range fire, a colossal wave suddenly surged from the sea, crashing toward the elven warships and the soldiers on the island.
Caught off guard by the sudden wave, many elven soldiers found themselves in disarray.
Then they spotted the sea tribe soldiers emerging before them.
In the midst of their confusion, the sea tribe soldiers charged forward.
Riding the wave they had just created, the sea tribe warriors either leaped onto the warships or invaded the island, attacking the elven soldiers.
The elven troops quickly regained their composure, forming ranks to resist the sea tribe’s assault.
“Sea Tribe!”
Krul observed this scene from the shore.
Upon seeing these sea tribe soldiers, he finally understood what was wrong.
The humans had received support from the sea tribe, which was why they had launched such an aggressive attack today.
With the sea tribe’s assistance, the humans were gaining the upper hand in the battle against the elves.
Faced with the sudden onslaught of sea tribe soldiers, the elven forces’ hastily organized formations struggled to cope, unable to fend off the attackers.
In an instant, the elven line was forced to retreat repeatedly.
Witnessing this, Krul clenched his teeth in frustration, “Damn it—!”
The arrival of the sea tribe had utterly disrupted his plans.
This battle on the island would have significant ramifications for the entire war.
The overall strength of the elven race had already been inferior to that of the humans, and now that the humans had the support of the sea tribe, the situation was even more dire for the elves.
The sea tribe soldiers’ surprise attack had created massive gaps in the elven defense.
While dealing with the sea tribe soldiers, the elven forces found it difficult to concentrate on operating their war machines against the human fleet, which was still some distance away.
The human fleet hastened its advance, aiming to reach the battlefield quickly and support their sea allies.
While the sea tribe soldiers were formidable, the battlefield was no longer in the ocean; it was on warships or the island.
Without the advantage of their home turf, the sea tribe soldiers’ initial success was due solely to the element of surprise.
Once the elves regained their composure, the sea tribe soldiers would be the ones in trouble.
Thus, the human soldiers had to rush to the battlefield and support their sea tribe comrades, lest the elves turned the tide back in their favor.
Indeed, that was exactly how it unfolded.
As the elves regained their bearings, their formations gradually stabilized.
The sea tribe soldiers found themselves unable to advance even an inch.
Meanwhile, the elves began to unleash their signature tactics: magic!
The accompanying mages unleashed their favorite magical assaults upon the sea tribe soldiers.
Fireballs and ice arrows rained down in a spectacular barrage.
Accompanying their attack were the anguished cries of sea tribe soldiers.
Though the sea tribe had its own mages, the elven warriors could self-generate magical shields.
Their resistance to magic was vastly superior to that of the sea tribe.
At the same time, in the heart of the island, Domiya began organizing the mages to unleash war magic once more.
A colossal amount of magical elements began to gather madly at the island’s center.
Dark clouds rolled in, once again shrouding the sun that had just peeked out.
“Scatter! Quickly, disperse!”
Noticing the unusual phenomenon in the sky, Alexander shouted.
Since they couldn’t withstand such an attack, their only choice was to minimize their losses as much as possible.
Upon receiving the order, the human fleet immediately spread out.
Though it appeared a bit chaotic at first, overall they maintained some semblance of order.
They had made prior arrangements specifically to counter the elven war magic.
Under the watchful eyes of Alexander and Suratu, the elven war magic finally descended upon them.
Numerous thunderbolts, charged with vast amounts of lightning energy, rained down from the sky, targeting the human fleet.
“Boom——!”
Accompanied by a blinding flash, several thunderbolts detonated almost simultaneously within the ranks of the human fleet.
As the light faded, several human warships lay in ruin, reduced to mere debris drifting in the sea, the surviving human soldiers’ conditions were utterly pitiful.
Seeing this scene again, Alexander clenched his fists tightly.
Suratu wore a look of regret.
What a pity for those brave human lads!
But who could blame them for being outmatched!
Quickly regaining his composure, Alexander turned his gaze toward the elven line and bellowed, “Advance! Slay all those pointy-eared bastards to avenge our fallen comrades!”
The death of those soldiers had bought them a chance.
They had to seize this opportunity, or else those soldiers would have died for nothing.
“Revenge! Revenge!…”
The human soldiers responded in unison.
This time, they did not cower before the elven war magic.
And it was all thanks to Alexander, who had instilled in them the hope of victory.
If victory was possible, then they feared not death!
