The battle lasted for more than 20 hours until the next morning.
As the sun rose, the golden sunlight shone on the land. The flags of the City of Dawn were erected on the military fortresses.
Blood and snow.
Knives and swords.
Cannon fire, rocks, and blood flowed like a river on the battlefield. Specks of blood filled the snowy plains, like a beautiful painting that had been partially destroyed by fire.
The 10 military fortresses that the City of Dawn had attacked were all emitting black smoke.
However, the flags of the City of Dawn had been erected in five of the fortresses. They were fluttering in the wind.
When the players saw the flags of the City of Dawn, most of them sat on the ground. They were too lazy to move.
"It's too tiring. Mentally."
"That's right. This kind of continuous attack is too perverse. Even if I have strength, I can't find the accuracy of my attacks."
"Let's go. I'll go offline and sleep first."
Many players who had not died more than six times also went offline.
After all, this war did not give them any rest. It was too tiring. The players were too lazy to care about the missions that William was giving out …
Experience was important.
But their livers and lives were also important.
However.
There were 1.8 million players in the City of Dawn. There were 100,000 Liver Kings. These people were still accepting various missions. If they did not play until they were mentally weak or forced to go offline, they would not take the initiative to rest.
William sat at the top of the city wall and looked at the corpses of the soldiers that had piled up. He took a deep breath and knocked his head against the wall. His eyes looked at the sky that was devoid of snow and dark clouds.
At this moment, his personal guard, Nox, staggered over. He said in a deep voice, "Your Highness, the battle casualties have been calculated.
The infantry corps had lost 2,145 high-grade professionals and 15390 middle-grade professionals.
"The six cavalry legions have lost 4,302 men.
"The Dragonblood Legion has lost 89 men.
"There are 8,540 who are seriously injured and unable to fight anymore."
"21926?" William muttered to himself. This death rate did not exceed his calculations. But he could not help but sigh when a quarter of the 100,000 soldiers he had brought from the City of Dawn had died in a single night.
Especially the 8,540 who were seriously injured. In this magical era, what was considered a serious injury?
Losing an arm or a leg was considered a serious injury.
Moreover, this was the kind that lost their limbs and could never be found again.
In fact, as long as they still had their own limbs, they could find some Magisters and use a secret technique to connect their bodies together.
However, the prince glanced at Nox. "Let those heavily injured warriors return to the City of Dawn to recuperate. Tell them what I promised them. I promise to regrow their limbs!"
"Yes!" Nox nodded but did not leave.
He suddenly bit his lips and continued, "Norton died in battle."
When William heard this news, he was in a daze.
Norton, his bodyguard.
Guards guarding the door for him.
These were the bodyguards that the prince would see every day when he got up and went out. They were also the bodyguards that usually followed behind him.
He was a serious man, but he was loyal and devoted to his bodyguard.
William stood up and patted Norton's shoulder. "I remember. He's your brother?"
"Yes, Your Highness." Nox nodded.
"This ring is for you. Bring all the corpses of the warriors of the City of Dawn home. This place is cold, and they are not used to living here." William struggled to stand up. He turned around and slowly left.
Nock bowed and turned to leave.
It was inevitable for a general to die in battle.
As long as the war continued, very few people could survive to the end.
Nox and Norton were brothers.
This was very rare among the pure-blooded Elves.
He did not know how sad Nox would be. But the dead could not be resurrected.
The past had to be in the past.
Was William sad?
He was alright.
He rubbed his nose and placed his hands on the cold wall. He looked calmly at the Orc Empire in the north.
Sparks appeared in his pupils. He narrowed his eyes and looked across space.
He could see the Black Great Wall that was 20 kilometers away.
There were many archer towers.
There were many cannons.
There were many Orc warriors, Trolls, giant beasts, and even controlled Behemoths and Frost Giants!
"I won't attack this Great Wall again." William sighed. He insisted on being the vanguard and taking down the five military fortresses first.
Actually, there was another reason.
He wanted to use the absolute number of battle achievements to prevent his soldiers from attacking the Black Great Wall that had caused the deaths of millions of Elves.
He had not participated in this mission before, but he still knew how to avoid greater risks.
In the future.
The legions of the Orc Empire would continue to be deployed.
As long as the Elves did not take down all the Fortresses.
In that case, bloody battles would break out again and again between the 18 fortresses and the Northern Snow Prairie.
As the Lord, he did not want his soldiers to die at the Black Great Wall. He could only obtain enough battle achievements in other battlefields to shut the mouths of certain people!
To prevent certain people from targeting him and making him lead the other warriors to die at the Black Great Wall.
His battlefields.
They were the Fortresses.
They were the snowy plains within 20 kilometers!
He wanted his Dragonblood legion and cavalry to fight with the Orc legion in the wild. He wanted to obtain the legion buff that allowed him to win every battle.
Not the Black Great Wall that was like a natural moat.
He was being opportunistic.
But as long as he was human, he would be selfish.
Hmm.
He was not a human.
He was a half-Elf. He should be more selfish!
…
It was almost noon.
The alliance of the three races sent 50,000 soldiers to each of the five fortresses to guard these five hard-won fortresses.
They were not taking credit.
They just had to stabilize the situation.
Now, no one could take away His Royal Highness's credit.
The commander of the three races, Charlie Reeve, who was a legendary warrior of the Snow Elves, came to the frontlines to visit him.
Charlie Reeve was very famous.
William had not met him in his previous life, but he had heard of him.
He was a legendary commander of the Snow Elves and a fire element professional. He had a domineering sword technique called Prairie Fire. He had a record of killing two Legendary experts of the same level.
It was important to know.
As long as a Legendary expert did not have a death wish, it was difficult for him to die.
If a Legendary expert wanted to kill an expert of the same level, he had to have unimaginable talent and power.
If there were no accidents.
When Charlie Reeve was young, he was a genius who had the potential of a sage.
In a temporary tent at the military fortress.
William pretended to lie on the bed. He had a constipated expression, as if he had suffered serious injuries.
When he saw Charlie Reeve, he stood up and coughed out a mouthful of blood …
"There's no need to get up. Prince William has made a great contribution. Since you have suffered such serious injuries, you should rest more. "After seeing you, I understand that the future of the Elves depends on you young people!"
Charlie Reeve used his eyes to signal the young men and women beside him to learn from William.
William glanced at them, and his eyes lit up. He almost could not hold back the sparks that were about to jump out.
These people were not simple. All of them had Legendary bloodlines and were at the Grandmaster level. They were the top young experts of the three races, and some of them had the potential of a sage.
What was more important was …
They were not only the young and strong of the three races, but they were also the future pillars of the Elves!
William used his insight.
Tsk tsk.
They were all future leaders.
Not only were they the kind of people who held great power, but their personal strength was also quite strong.
William was a prince who did not integrate with the Elves.
It was very difficult to meet an Elven expert of the same level.
There were rumors that even though the World Tree had been destroyed, the three Elven tribes of the Legendary continent still controlled the damaged space of the World Tree.
That was the training ground for the Elves to nurture their top geniuses.
Otherwise, if the geniuses of the Elves were like Prince Allen, who was killed by William, who only had Legendary bloodline and had the same combat power as trash, then there would really be no hope.
William noticed that the expressions of these people were somewhat arrogant. But in the face of real battle achievements, most of them showed some respect.
Naturally, His Royal Highness was not the kind of person who was arrogant.
He coughed out blood and stood up. His face was pale as he smiled. "Commander Charlie Reeve, you're being too serious. We're all of the same age. Many of my brothers and sisters are more outstanding than me. I'm the one learning from them. It's not my turn to learn from you. "When I saw all of you, I knew that with you, the Elves would definitely defeat the Orc Empire."
He used the group befriending skill.
William's pitiful appearance and handsome face instantly garnered a lot of favorable impression points.
Many people laughed and said, "You're too kind. We're all geniuses of the Elven race. Prince William fought beautifully in this battle. We can't even catch up to you!"
"That's right. Our individual strength is not bad. But we need to learn from Prince William in terms of commanding troops."
Praising each other.
Regardless of the era or the background.
As long as there were intelligent races, there would definitely be such people.
The Legendary Charlie Reeve looked at William with gratification. Very good. If all the Elves were like this, their future would be limitless.
It would not be a dream for them to return to the bustling center of the continent.
But it was a pity.
William was not a Snow Elf …
He raised his eyebrows thoughtfully and said, "It's good to be humble, but no one can erase your ability to lead troops into battle and the achievements you've made in just one day!"
"Alright, I won't stay any longer. You youngsters can chat more." Charlie Reeve smiled and turned to leave.
William and the others watched the Legendary Charlie leave.
The tens of people in the tent looked at each other.
They did not know what to say.
William used the group befriending skill again. He smiled and said, "Everyone has braved the snowstorm to come here. The celebration banquet has not started yet. Why don't we have a drink?"
"Prince William, you're too kind. I didn't expect to be able to attend the celebration banquet."
"I've heard that there are many good things in the City of Dawn. I wonder what we can eat."
One would not slap a smiling face.
With William's current identity, status, and background, even if he had half-Elven blood, no one would reject the befriending skill.
After the group befriending skill banquet ended.
William looked at the mission information that popped up.
His heart was thumping wildly.
He had made a killing.
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