The final remnants of power in the Elf Kingdom began war with the Dragon Nest Tribe. Outside the stronghold, Dragon Nest Beastmen and Elves engaged in fierce combat. The Elf army seemed crazed, surging like tides, each Elf Warrior appearing indifferent to their own life, rushing forward desperately to inflict wounds on the Dragon Nest Beastmen, as if harboring deep-seated hatred. The war began with intense close-quarters carnage. The Beastman Legion of the Dragon Nest Tribe were shocked by the enemy's madness, their momentum momentarily suppressed. However, their usual excellent training kept the Beastman Legion closely knit, raising a Long Spear Array to tightly combat the enemy, relying on the surrounding walls to maintain the defensive line, showing no signs of collapse. An Elf, eyes bloodshot with rage, rushed forward, disregarding the sharp Bronze Long Spear array, throwing a long spear in hand towards the Beastmen ahead. The spear pierced the eye socket of a Beastman, instantly penetrating the heavily armored Dragon Nest soldier, who fell to the ground bleeding profusely, creating a vacancy in the dense Long Spear Array, quickly filled by the backup troupe. But the Elf met a grim fate too; before landing, several sharp Bronze Long Spears pierced him, blood splattering. Even in death, the Elf stared at the Beastmen with blood-red eyes full of hatred. On the battlefield akin to a meat grinder, the majority of the Elf army displayed such madness. However, most of the Dragon Nest Beastman Legion wore Bronze heavy armor, making it hard to inflict significant damage unless hitting weak spots. The Elf army's casualties were much higher than those of the Dragon Nest Beastmen. Though their momentum faltered, the Beastmen, armed exquisitely, stood like iron walls on the defensive line, causing the Elf army to crash one after another into a wall of blood. On the battlefield, fierce aura rose as arrows fell from the sky, Long Spear Array stirred, blood spattered, corpses sprawled across the ground. In this iron and fire clash, many lives perished amidst the warfare. "Gale Wave Triple Kill!" Gory swung a Bronze Great Sword from above, the sword splitting into three shadowy figures in the air, with an unstoppable momentum, seeming to tear through the air. Suddenly, three streaks of white light slashed across, with razor-sharp cutting power, sweeping in fan shape in front, extending over ten meters in range. The Elves blocking in front were almost instantaneously felled or harmed as the three streaks of light swept past, sent flying, limbs severed by the sharp energy, blood spraying everywhere, clearing a large area ahead, riddled with shattered Elf bodies. Not long ago, former Mercenary Deputy Captain Gory gained the Gale Wave cultivation method through merits earned since joining the Dragon Nest Tribe, developing the powerful Triple Kill combat technique in the cultivation process combined with his combat experience. Using it for the first time in battle yielded such remarkable success. Despite obtaining the coveted Secret Techniques, Gory was not yet ready to leave. For the Secret Techniques circulating in the Dragon Nest Tribe comprised six forms, each as effective as Gale Wave, and he had only learned Gale Wave, with five forms yet to be mastered. Moreover, Gory had a lingering thought that if the Dragon Nest Tribe continued expanding at this pace, perhaps in less than ten years, it might grow to rule the entire Kawa Great Forest, establishing a kingdom. Should he gamble on this? Gory remained undecided, thus planned to stay for a while longer in the Dragon Nest Tribe. At least, he needed to master the remaining five forms of the six forms. "What's the matter with these damned fellows?" The battlefield chaos soon dragged Gory's mind back to reality; seeing the Elf army charging fiercely again, Gory couldn't help but curse. The longer the battle lasted, the more inexplicable it seemed to Gory. Early in the first stronghold's establishment, Beastmen encounters with Elves led to conflict. Due to the inability to locate the Elf's lair, only passive retaliation was possible. Repeated conflicts weren't intense; many were harmed but fatalities were few, maintaining a low-intensity skirmish. At that time, it was thought little of, by Austin, the Dragon Nest Tribe's Lord, included. Establishing strongholds and claiming new territories naturally warranted retaliation from former territory owners. Whether other large Beastman Tribes, powerful Lords of Magical Beasts, or Demon Beasts..... before stronghold establishment, Austin and the Dragon Nest Tribe leadership were prepared. The surprise was merely due to the opponent being Elves. However, no one anticipated the Elf's counterattack would suddenly escalate to such a degree. Lose the territorial dispute and move elsewhere to continue development was the usual response. Yet these Elves seemed to harbor mortal enmity against the Dragon Nest Tribe, unyielding in their vendetta. "Do Beastmen and Elves have some deep-seated animosity?" At initial contacts and conflicts, meeting Elves had similarly bloodied eyes, like seeing a father's killer. Perhaps, Elves and Beastmen were indeed mortal enemies; otherwise, this situation wouldn't occur. Vague suspicions brewed within Gory's heart. However, how things actually were possibly awaited post-war outcomes, only determined after defeating the attacking Elves. Reflecting on a strategy he previously proposed, Gory's lips curled slightly. It remained unknown, after following his plan and defeating the Elf army, how great his accolades might be... But patience was essential, as it wasn't yet the optimal moment. "Slay! Exterminate these damned dwarfish creatures!" ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝕟𝕖𝕥 Gory roared, gripping his Bronze Great Sword, charging first into battle with the Elf army. Seeing their superior so valorous, the surrounding subordinates responded as if invigorated, charging forward yelling. This battle's duration was uncertain, with the Elf army crazily assaulting the stronghold while the Dragon Nest Beastman army steadfastly defended like the Iron Wall Great Wall. The battlefield seemed a meat grinder, grinding flesh back and forth. As time elapsed, both sides showed fatigue due to the fierce struggle, the Elf army also exhausted from heavy losses. "The moment has come, cavalry charge!"