To be able to cross the border and dare to move about as they pleased, they were definitely not easy to deal with!
Taking advantage of the fact that the attention of the elves in Sky Water City was temporarily distracted by the Worm Lich Bliss, Mary's Vampire Army began to snowball.
However, the ravaging of the Vampire Army also attracted the troops sent by Sky Water City to search for the remaining Witches, a regular elven army numbering up to 3,000. From the Chimeras to the Druids, to the Green Fairies … To be honest, the elves were treating Mary and her Vampires as an army to deal with.
After the hasty battle at Morrigan Canyon, Mary did not hesitate to lead all the Vampires and flee!
It couldn't be helped. Although the Vampires had strong survivability, they were still far from being able to fight against a regular elven army.
Without qualified meat shields and long-range troops to provide cover, when the elves lined up, a large number of Vampires were wiped out by sharp and accurate elven arrows before they could even reach them. The Vampires that were lucky enough to get close to the elven army by relying on the trees and terrain were surrounded by the War Dance Warriors the moment they revealed themselves.
Compared to real Vampires, these newly transformed Vampires were much weaker in terms of physique, strength, agility, and intelligence. After all, there were only a few Blood Elves that could withstand the violent changes in their blood and not degenerate into beasts. Those ordinary Elves could only be transformed into Vampires that obeyed orders.
They had just completed the blood transformation and were still not used to this half-Elven, half-Vampires form.
Although they were still agile and nimble, and their attacks were still incomparably ferocious, there was still a trace of stiffness and clumsiness when they switched between the two forms. Logically speaking, this flaw wasn't too serious, but it was too serious when it was applied to the Battle Dancer Warrior who had super high agility!
In front of the War Dance Warriors wielding two long and sharp elven blades, the Vampires' movements were stiff and slow, clumsy and sluggish. They were simply the best practice targets.
Both sides crossed each other in the dense forest, the dazzling blades rolling past, and the heads and limbs of the Vampires began to fill the air.
In just the first clash, 317 of Mary's 400 vampiric minions were impaled by sharp arrows in the path of their charge. The remaining 83 suffered the death of a thousand cuts by the War Dance Warriors.
The entire battle lasted for slightly more than three minutes before the Vampires were completely annihilated!
Hence, Mary, who had met her Waterloo, did not hesitate to lead the remaining Vampires to escape …
To prevent the Vampires from escaping, the Elven commander could only urge the Elven army to give chase at full speed. As such, they were unable to maintain the stable and distinct three-dimensional defense from before.
High up in the treetops, teams of elf archers rode on their Hippogryphs and soared high into the sky, closely following the large swarm of bats. Fearing that they would be ambushed by the vampires, they flew at an altitude of more than a hundred meters. They could only occasionally see the red bat clouds rushing left and right through the gaps in the lush canopy.
Mary and the Vampires did not need to attack the bats directly, but only needed to give the Vampires a with a with they direction from time to time. At the very least, they did not allow the Vampires to escape even after chasing for dozens of miles.
However, just as they chased into a dense forest deep in the mountains, the cloud of bats suddenly disappeared without a trace.
The overly lush leaves and the massive treetops that were several acres in size made it extremely difficult for them to track the Vampires. Without a choice, the Elven leader could only descend on the Fire Dance Team and circle above the treetops, wanting to see what was happening below.
However, just as the entire team of Horned Eagle Archers were forced to descend, the forest below them suddenly shook, and six blood-colored figures charged out.
These figures all had grey demon-like bat wings on their backs. As the bat wings flapped, they soared into the sky, closing the distance between them and the Horned Eagle Archers.
"Enemy attack …"
"Attack …"
Amidst a series of anxious shouts, all the Horned Eagles flapped their wings and started to drift outwards to avoid the attacks of the Vampires. While the Horned Eagles were moving, the Elven archers on their backs used their outstanding balance to regain control of their bodies. They drew their bows and quickly intercepted the arrows.
Thud, thud, thud …
Countless sounds of bowstrings exploding could be heard as arrows after arrows shot toward the blood-colored figures at a speed that was hard to discern with the naked eye.
Strangely, these blood-colored figures did not have any intention of dodging the arrows that covered the sky. They charged into the sky against the rain of arrows.
Following a series of loud shouts, blood-colored arcs of light filled with violent blood energy streaked across the sky in all directions. The Horned Eagles that could not dodge in time flapped their wings and let out long cries. In the next second, their corpses were sliced into two, and blood rained down from the sky.
As for the Elven archers on the backs of the Horned Eagles, some of them were agile and managed to leave the area enveloped by the blood-colored arcs of light in time, and were saved by the Horned Eagles nearby. Some of them could not react in time, and their bodies, along with the Horned Eagles beneath them, were sliced by the blood-colored arcs of light. They did not even have the chance to cry out before they were turned into a pile of flesh and blood, falling from the sky.
In that moment, the team of Horned Eagles was in chaos!
Taking advantage of their panic, the blood-colored figures flapped their bat wings again, launching a ferocious charge toward them like knights in the sky.
The three Blood Knights and three Blood Elves were all powerhouses that possessed Pseudo Level 2 abilities. Coupled with the fact that they did not fear the attacks of the elves, they were like tigers that had entered a flock of sheep when they charged. They slaughtered the team of Horned Eagles until they were beyond miserable, their corpses raining down from the sky.
Chirp chirp …
A series of cries of Magical Beasts came from the distant horizon.
Sensing that the scouts in front of them were being attacked, a large group of Chimeras and Silver Pegasi carrying a large number of elves quickly approached the battlefield.
Before the reinforcements could enter the battlefield, a whistle sounded from the dense forest below them. The six blood-colored figures that were in the midst of battle turned around and quickly entered the dense forest, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.
By the time the elves' reinforcements arrived, there was only a group of Horned Eagles that were circling high up in the sky, as well as pieces of broken bodies hanging from the branches of the dense forest below them. The thick stench of blood rushed straight into their nostrils, choking them to the point of vomiting!
The high-grade Druids who arrived at the scene stomped their feet in anger. At the same time, they were secretly shocked by the vampires' ferocity!
"There's a group of fellows with abilities as high as Level 2 in the enemy's team. If there's no strong person in the frontline, it'll be easy for them to catch us off guard!" A superior elf standing on the back of a majestic Chimera frowned and said, "Sir Antoril, it seems like the heavy responsibility of tracking the enemy can only be left to you!"
This fellow called Antoril was a Level 3 Druid Elder. He belonged to the Raptor Druid Sect, and could transform into two types of ferocious Magical Birds with Level 3 abilities. That was why he was brought along by the elven commander.
In a normal elven army, Level 3 combatants usually had an extremely high status and position. Even the elven commander leading the team could not force them to do anything. If there was really a need to use them, they could only talk to them in a negotiating tone.
Moreover, this Level 3 Druid Elder in front of them belonged to a certain Raptor Druid Sect, and leisurely stood outside of the elven army. So if the elven commander wanted to assign him, he could only rely on his good personal relationship with him.
After all, every Druid Elder would never act alone!
Behind this Elder Antoril, stood a dozen or so high-grade Druids covered in green leaves and vines. Among them, there were as many as four Druid Masters, and the rest were some Elite Druids with individual specializations.
Such a strong Druid team, in any elven army, would be an elite force that they were afraid to touch and afraid to melt. They would not be sent to the battlefield for no reason. But today, in order to prevent the vampires from escaping, they could only use them as vanguards!
"Leave it to us!" The Druid Elder was obviously very familiar with the elven commander. He took charge and said, "These evil fellows have already massacred all the elven villages near the West Coast. We also want to find them to settle the score! Let's go, let's teach them a lesson … "
Following the Druid Elder's roar, the 18 Druids wearing eagle helmets raised their long staffs at the same time. In a dazzling green light, they quickly transformed into giant eagles or winged flying snakes, and then plunged into the dense forest.
As for the Druid Elder, he quickly transformed into a huge Thunder Roc, spreading his wings and soaring forward.
This Thunder Roc was huge, and its body was surrounded by lightning. It was simply shocking!
With this group of Druids leading the way, the safety of the elven archers was finally guaranteed. The Hippogryphs that had just been scattered gathered again. Although the number of members was reduced by half, the remaining elven archers were still full of fighting spirit. They all requested the elven commander to continue pursuing the enemy.
So, with the approval of the elven commander, the Hippogryphs that were left with only 20 or so people flapped their wings and followed closely behind the huge Thunder Roc, chasing in the direction where the enemy escaped.
A few miles behind them, a large group of elven war dancers, archers, and Green Fairies were shuttling through the dense forest in a loose formation, trying their best to catch up with the flying sentinels.
It had to be said that in terms of positional warfare, the vampires were indeed no match for this elven army. However, in terms of mobile warfare, this elven army would not be able to touch the bottom of the vampires' boots even if they were to expand ten times.
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