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"Can't say I didn't try..." Now that the entire war council was in bits and pieces.

Asai now shifted through their documents and maps. He was unable to read any of it though, as much as the two species spoke the same language. It seemed their written form was completely different.

"Reminds me of the Chinese, they all speak their national language Mandarin, but they write and read differently, in accordance to where they lived."

Taking another glance towards the maps the Elves had. There were all pristine and spotless. No marking, no indications of forces and units. "I'll take it anyway. In case their maps are more accurate than the ones we have."

[Inventory]

Just before exiting the tent. Asai noticed a little glimmer mixed in with all the blood and intestines. He plucked it up and wiped it clean on one of the nearby flags. 

[Trian Ring of Dexterity]

Level Requirement: 25

Requirements:

Stats

+7 Vitality

+7 Dexterity

+10 Ranged attack

"Mmm, not suitable for me. Maybe it would benefit Robin's [All in One]. Anyways, finder's keepers."

...

"Since I'm here. I might as well do my part." Asai, now on route back towards Robin, started to reap the lives of the Elves, culling them out of existence. [Yomi & Yami] constantly resupplying him with energy. Now seemingly stuck between a pincer attack. And without their commander or any orders being relayed. The Elves could only go forward, following the last order they had received.

Ruthlessly chasing behind them was Asai. In front of them were numerous explosions of divinity. Across the river they saw the humans charging over. Shouting their war cries and blowing their war horns.

Viscount Timson and Viscount Sam were at the head of their units. Marching through the shallow river that went up only to their thighs. The two were eager to obtain war achievements. The two were laughing cheerily as the two mercenaries were unable to organise their men quick enough. Lacking in discipline, they had decided to dip their tongues in ale. None of the humans thought there would be a night battle.

The moment the two viscounts reached the shores.

"FORM THE LINE, FORM THE LINE!" 

At the vanguard were the knights riding upon their mighty steeds. Behind them were the knight-trainees.

"CHARRRRRGEEEEE!" 

Rather than being cowardly like a stereotypical noble who valued their life more than everything else. The two Viscounts rode at the vanguard in line with their men. The column stampeded over the already battered Elves. Whilst the knight-trainees in their half plates charged forward and killed any that had survived the initial cavalry charge.

The strength and force being a charging horse was simply too much for the Elves to brace against. They began to route, however no matter what direction they went. They only found another human who desired nothing more than to spill Elven blood.

The bedtime stories they grew up with. Hearing all about the greed and wickedness of humankind, they appeared to be true it seems.

...

No one knows how many Elves had died that night. All but maybe one.

[Asai Trichia: Lvl 65->66]

[HP: 115 MP:115]

[Title: Monster]

[Wings of Solemn Death - Crest] (Inactive)

Level Requirement: 50

Requirements: Kill score [1000/1000]

Stats

+35 Strength

+35 Dexterity

+25 Agility

+50 Melee Attack

Sneak attack +200% DMG

[Robin: Lvl 56->59]

[HP: 100 MP:200]