Nine hundred strong and well-equipped soldiers broke through the Nakalin family's gate without any fierce resistance, and all the nobles and civilians who tried to resist were culled by a well-trained elite team with overwhelming force.

Sistaer, who was walking straight into the prayer, found the patriarch of the Nakalin family here. She sat in the only chair in the hall without panic. Compared with the eldest daughter who was already trembling with fear beside her, she showed a completely different calmness.

"The fourth son of Ludwiss, Sistale, you brought back a very smart priest. Even I have to admire that little girl. I have fully mastered the divine power of the Abyss Priest in just one month. It is very powerful. It is worthy of being a Truth man with the title of God-Following Clan. Even the joint attacks of the three major families have not been able to defeat her. It seems that the Lord God loves this new priest very much. I have prayed for so long but there is no movement... The Nakalin family is already tired of the Lord God."

Without the mind to listen to the loser wasting his words, Sistaer walked towards Naji with a long sword, and cutting off her head was his mission.

"ah!?"

He pushed the eldest daughter beside him to the expressionless Sistale. Naji used her last method of saving her life when her daughter was pierced by a sharp sword, trying to use her charming technique to escape the disaster of killing.

Without any hesitation, the magic sword with the blessing of "Hellfire" divided Naji's better figure and the seat carved from amethyst into two. The Nakalin matriarch died on the crystal pedestal that she loved most. She used this crystal that could increase confusion and illusion to conquer countless hostile male elves, and they worked for themselves, and the killer who tried to take her life was also confused and finally died in Naji's hands.

The poisonous dagger that had been prepared had fallen to the ground, but Naji, who had died, never thought that the reason for her failure was not because of Sistale's personal firm will, but because of the breastplate that was blessed with an additional anti-charm spell.

The anti-charm and psychedelic magic is decorated with the techniques of elf texts into the branches of roses. This inconspicuous little decoration blocks the almost impossible temptation technique of Naji.

Looking at the eyes wide open and his eyes were dying, Sistale realized the meaning of Moya's repeated emphasis on the "practical" nature of the armor.

"Hisstal, most of the nobles of the Nakalin family have been dealt with, and only the final search work is left." The captain of the nine hundred slaves, Alvin, walked into the prayer room, and most of the battle outside had been completed. Most of the civilians were retained. Following the priest's instructions, these civilians will be taken back to Ludwigsey with the slaves, and the remaining nobles will be executed according to the usual style of the night elves. After the final search is completed, their sneak attack mission will be successfully completed.

Opening the "time and space corridor" specially reserved for him by Moya, Sistaer, who was worried about the family's battle, was unwilling to deal with the aftermath and handed them over to Moya's newly acquired confidant Alvin.

"Charge! No retreatment is allowed, go back for me!!"

Metty commanded the wounded soldiers who had just retreated from the city and asked them to return to the battlefield of death that had just left.

For night elves, class concepts are second only to faith. The civilians cannot disobey, so they have to return to the city gate under the repeated urging of the nobles.

"The mission is completed." Carrying the cut head of the Nakarin matriarch, Sistaer appeared in his own position. Just as he was about to accuse his son who had left the battlefield for no reason, Hassandra found that he had brought back the head of his old enemy Naji.

"Class leader, this is a perfect sneak attack. You see, the effect has come out."

Pointing to the enemy camp, the mages who had risen in the air to avoid the attack of catapults and crossbow arrows fell one after another. Their attack rhythm suddenly slowed down, which made the Ludwigs family, who could no longer bear it, breathed a little.

"If you lose the protection of the priest's spells, the divine grace that supports the Nakalin family will disappear. The balance of victory in this battle has become more inclined to Ludwigsi. Do you think that isn't the elves patrol brigade that will return to defense?" Seeing the first batch of reinforcements rushing back, Moya made suggestions to Hassandra that as long as you cooperate with the 2,000 swamp knights with a total of 2,000, it will not be difficult to repel the remaining enemies.

Leading the remaining soldiers to the city wall, Sistaer's outstanding sword skills made him unstoppable. The enemy troops turned into incomplete pieces of meat under the fiery red magic sword. Sistaer was like a farmer cutting wheat, cutting down large pieces of enemies wherever he passed.

Intimidated by this invincible momentum, civilian soldiers and slaves retreated one after another, and soon lost a small part of the wall that had been seized after a long time.

Moya, who was driven by the magic of the family mage, ascended to the air, was supported by the audio-visual expansion technique (the spell that expands the sound image, belongs to a special system), her figure was clearly reflected in the sky above the camp of the two armies.

"Stop the fight, soldiers of the coalition, you have lost the reason for this war, and there is no need to kill meaninglessly." Shaking the head of the Nakalin matriarch in his hand, Moya easily shook the morale of the enemy soldiers with his always best bluff and induction techniques.

"Mother!!"

Without verification, Metty has confirmed that the woman with wide eyes is her mother. She lost her life and was the matriarch of the night capital with her beauty. Her face was extremely shrill, and her twisted expression showed her unwillingness and anger before her death.

The two families of Fillu and Irons retreated from their soldiers one after another and quietly retreated from both sides.

The 4,000 civilians who remained in Ludwigs and the 2,000 swamp knights who returned to defense surrounded the Nakalin family, which was less than 4,000 left.

"In the name of the Lord God, whoever surrenders to our tribe will be punished without killing them, and if they resist, they will be executed!"

The words of persuasion of surrender, which coexisted with coldness and temptation, successfully made the three thousand civilians throw away their weapons. For the nobles, there was no need to kill all of these civilians. As long as they won the victory, the enemy's civilians and slaves would become their own resources. Only the nobles who would die due to defeat were the defeated nobles.

Knowing that he had no chance of winning, Metty crushed the teleportation scroll given to her by her mother, stared at Moya and Sistah with resentful eyes, slowly disappearing into the white teleportation spell.

The Nakarin nobles who had lost their command were defeated and were soon massacred by Ludwisci civilians and slaves who were fighting for merit.

"We won this battle."

Listening to Hassandra's excited shout, Moya, who had never experienced a large-scale war, realized the terror of "war" for the first time.

There were countless broken limbs and broken arms and cold corpses inside and outside the city gate. The strong smell of blood made her unable to bear it. The adverse reactions that had been suppressed by tension before all rushed to her throat. It took a lot of effort to not vomit. Looking at Hassandra and the nobles who were already celebrating each other not far away, Moya knew that she was indeed a big gap with the night elves known for their blood and cruelty. The prelude to a war called "Power" had just begun, and a more severe future was still waiting for her.

The war of siege between the three major families ended with the victory of the Ludwigs family. The ninth family Nakalin has since become another family in the history of the night elves that disappeared in power and power. Its original territory was filled with the two-headed snake family emblem symbolizing Ludd's maintenance of Sijia. The two major families of Fleelu and Irons, which were originally ranked fifth and sixth, were also forced to be demoted to two levels due to the failure of the war, which led to the seventh-ranked Ludwigs ranking fifth.

Although more than 3,000 civilians and nearly 1,000 slaves were lost in this battle, the Nakalin family's defeat absorbed 7,000 civilians and 1,500 slaves, and the Ludwigs family finally received 100,000 besso, equivalent to 300,000 gold coins for humans, which did not include shops, markets and other profitable places and private property of the nobles in the Nakalin family's territory.

Hassandra, who was very excited, allocated half of the income to produce new equipment. The weapons and armor transformed by dwarves were indeed much better than those made by the night elves. The nobles who tasted the sweetness no longer opposed Moya's proposal.

After only two days of rest, Ludwigsi decided to launch a counterattack against the other two families involved in the attack on him.

At this moment, Moya received an invitation from the Temple of Night, and the personal letter from the head of the sacrifice Salto blocked Hassandra's ever-expanding ambitions.
Chapter completed!