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Chapter 937 - 937 105 Augustusburg Great Victory_2

937: Chapter 105, Augustusburg Great Victory_2 937: Chapter 105, Augustusburg Great Victory_2 With a single slap, he shattered the magic shield and, incidentally, one of Shaman Romo’s arms.

Seizing the advantage, Belsden immediately made a swift escape.

“Great Sacrificer!”

After the elves shouted in alarm, those on guard remained vigilant and those who could heal did so.

Shaman Romo narrowly escaped death, but the brief delay also cost them the best chance to escape.

A large squadron of Magical Beast Knights charged over, accompanied by a dragon and a bear looking on fiercely from the side.

“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…”

Hudson, after firing all his arrows, took up the Divine Artifact “Holy Sword of Light,” only to awkwardly find he had no chance to show off.

Maxim, with his firepower fully engaged and possessing a deterrence quality, saw all enemies decisively evade him after one glance at his massive frame.

Engaging in close combat with a giant dragon was a game only Sanctuary Divine Beasts dared play; the instinct to survive subconsciously prompted everyone to keep their distance.

“Charge out now!”

Realizing the grim situation, Shaman Romo urgently commanded.

This command clearly came a tad too late as Magical Beast Knights were already surrounding them from three sides.

On the one remaining side, although there was no large force, there was a Dragon Knight blocking the way!

In an instant, both sides were entangled in a fierce melee.

Hudson quickly noticed something was amiss; it seemed the group of Elf Mages weren’t in their best condition.

The Elf Guards were desperately fighting, but these mages were releasing magic hesitantly, as if they were merely going through the motions.

Especially notable was that several dozen elves were holding their magic wands still, as if preparing for hand-to-hand combat.

“The enemy mages have no magic power!”

Upon reaching this conclusion, Hudson couldn’t help but smile.

Mages drained of magic power were like ordinary people whose bodies had been hollowed out.

No wonder they still attempted a breakout in such circumstances.

It wasn’t that they didn’t know the risks of doing so were high; it was because if they attempted to break out separately, not a single Elf Mage would escape.

What was the use of a few guards escaping when the most important mages had fallen?

The Elf Race, like others, had its ranks, and on the continent, mage status was slightly higher than other professions.

Traditionally, if a Mage Corps was annihilated, any guard who survived would also be executed.

“Cease the attack!”

Hudson ordered decisively.

Across all species, Mage Corps held significant strategic value.

Although he wanted to annihilate these elves, reason told him that this group of elves still held greater value.

The Kingdom Army ceased their attack, and the surrounded elves also halted, turning their gaze toward Shaman Romo.

Whether to fight desperately or not—just as this thought emerged, Romo squelched it.

Although there were many Elf Mages, they couldn’t afford to squander them.

If they lost a few hundred from their ranks, they would also feel the loss acutely.

Deep inside, Romo cursed the Ancient Remnant Allied Army furiously.

Each one was over-eager and had recklessly ignored the main camp.

In fact, this conclusion was very hasty.

The forces left behind in the camp were not weak, but those left in the camp had been part of the forces attacking during the day.

All living beings of flesh need rest when they tire—an elementary truth that all species’ commanders understood.

Letting the army attack in shifts was unproblematic.

The only issue was that they had not anticipated that the Army of Alpha Kingdom would arrive so quickly.

“Alpha Kingdom Marshal Hudson-Koslow here.

I request a representative of the Elf Race to come and talk!”

These ancient battlefield etiquettes had long been corrupted in countless continental wars, but that doesn’t mean they were useless.

As the party holding the absolute advantage, Hudson did not mind showing some magnanimity, but only for a moment.

Part of the enemy forces inside the city had already begun to retreat, and he still had to deal with them; he simply didn’t have the time to delay further here.

“Elf Shaman Romo, at your service, Marshal Hudson!”

As he spoke, the Elder Elf walked forth with a calm demeanor, seemingly unworried about Hudson potentially harming him.

“Shaman Romo, the outcome of today’s great battle is very clear.

You have fulfilled your duty as soldiers, and continuing to struggle is pointless.

Surrender!

Under the ancient Covenant of All Races, I assure you that your safety will not be threatened.

After the war, once the Elf Race has paid your ransom, you may leave.”

Hudson said emotionlessly.

The Covenant of All Races was established in the Ancient Era by the various species of the continent to withstand invasions from other worlds.

After enduring one continental war after another, the rules it contained had long been obliterated, and nearly ninety-nine percent of the continent’s inhabitants had never heard of the “Covenant of All Races.”

Whether to surrender was a heart-wrenching question for the elves.

Originally, with the Elder’s pride, surrendering was never an option.

But there was no choice; they were also trapped with an Elf Mage Corps.

Though only a few hundred in number, they were of high quality!

To put it bluntly, the entire Moxi Duchy couldn’t muster such a lineup.

Even the Kingdom of Alpha would need to issue a conscription order to gather so many mid and high-level mages.

Seeing the Elder hesitating, Hudson added promptly: “I know elves are not afraid of sacrifice, but Your Excellency, if not for yourself, consider the legacy of your species.

In all past continental wars, once involved, no one had ever come out unscathed.