Legendary Beastmaster Zhang Deshuai

The night elves on the other side were already fully prepared, having made final preparations before the battle. Their eyes revealed coldness and greed, as if they had already seen victory in sight.

The war was about to break out, and the tense atmosphere filled the entire battlefield, as if even the air was about to freeze.

As the night elves' attack horns suddenly sounded, it was like a thunderbolt that broke the sky, instantly breaking the brief silence. The natural elves also shouted in unison: "For our homeland!" This voice was full of determination and courage, shocking people.

Then, the elven knights on white horses charged forward like a white torrent, with overwhelming force. The sound of horse hooves resounded through the heavens and earth, and every white horse raised its head and neighed, full of desire for battle. Soon, they came into close combat with the night elf warriors riding shadow panthers.

The neighing of war horses and the roar of shadow panthers intertwined, forming a deafening din. Warriors on both sides brandished their weapons, swords and knives collided with each other, and the sound of fine iron clashing was endless. Every collision splashed dazzling sparks, as if stars fell on the earth.

On both sides of the battlefield, the elven archers and magicians of both sides also started a fierce duel. The elven archers quickly pulled the bowstrings, and sharp arrows flew out like meteors. The arrows of the nature elves carried the power of nature and flashed green light; while the arrows of the night elves contained the power of darkness and exuded a faint purple air.

The elven magicians used their own powerful magic. The natural elven magicians summoned colorful natural magic. Green vines emerged from the ground, trying to restrain the night elves. Huge fireballs fell from the sky, carrying a breath of destruction. The dark magic of the night elves was like a black vortex, swallowing up all the light. The dark mist spread and collided with the natural magic, exploding with a huge sound, and the light shone, as if to illuminate the whole world.

Blood splattered on the battlefield, and the shouts and screams of the soldiers rose and fell. Some soldiers were pierced by sharp arrows and fell from their horses; some were hit by magic and turned into ashes in an instant. But neither side retreated, and they continued to fight desperately for their respective beliefs and missions, for this battle of life and death.

The white horse and the shadowy black panther shuttled through the crowd, and the figures of the warriors were looming in the smoke. Every moment someone fell, and every moment a new warrior took his place. The land had been stained red with blood, but the flames of the battle between the two sides could not be extinguished. They only had the enemy in their eyes and the desire for victory in their hearts. This fierce battle seemed to be endless, and only when one side fell completely could the final outcome be ushered in.

The battle began to enter a stalemate. Zhang Deshuai was about to help, but was persuaded by the Elf Queen: "Don't rush, the other side has a backup plan."

As the battle became more intense, casualties on both sides began to increase. The nature elves relied on their natural healing magic to allow the injured elves to recover quickly and return to the battle. On the other hand, the injured warriors on the night elves had no way to recover effectively and could only struggle in pain, either waiting to die or reluctantly withdrawing from the battlefield.

Just as the natural elves were gaining more and more advantages, a low and heart-pounding horn sounded from all directions. Then, the fallen treemen appeared with heavy steps. The bodies of these fallen treemen were huge and twisted. The trunks that should have been full of vitality became dry and rotten, and the branches were full of strange spells and smelly fruits. Their eyes flashed with evil red light, as if they were corroded by the power of darkness.

The succubus also appeared, with enchanting figures, charming wings and long tails. But their faces were full of charm and cunning, their skin was a strange purple, and their eyes were shining with a fascinating light, which could easily make people fall into their illusions.

The Shadow Vampires rushed over like ghosts, wearing black cloaks, revealing pale skin and sharp fangs. They were extremely fast, and their figures were looming in the darkness. They could instantly appear behind the enemy and deliver a fatal blow.

The evil bone witch tribe is even more eerie and terrifying, their bodies are made of bones, and strange runes flash at the joints. They hold various evil instruments in their hands, chanting and casting vicious curses and dark spells.

Looking at these millions of evil races like a tide, rushing towards the nature elves with ferocious looks, the scene was like the end of the world, and it was terrifying.

Seeing these evil enemies joining the battle aggressively, the nature elves also blew the horn without showing any weakness.

As the horn sounded, tall and majestic war treemen began to appear around. The huge bodies of the war treemen were like ancient mountains, and their thick trunks were engraved with traces of battle and mysterious runes. Their branches were like huge arms, waving with whistling wind. The leaves rustled, as if cheering for the upcoming battle. The eyes of the war treemen flashed with a firm light, which was the determination to protect their homeland and the fearlessness of the enemy.

At the same time, a group of druids of various shapes also joined the battlefield. Some druids transformed into ferocious giant bears with thick fur and bulging muscles, and each attack was as powerful as thunder; some transformed into agile cheetahs with a strong body, moving through the battlefield like lightning, and could pounce on the enemy and deliver a fatal blow in an instant; and some druids turned into huge owl beasts, with wings spread out to cover the sky and the sun, and powerful natural forces spewed out from their mouths to repel the enemies.

However, compared with the millions of night elves, the more than 100,000 war treemen and druids seemed a bit overwhelmed. Although the war treemen were powerful, they could not resist the attacks from all directions when faced with the enemies coming like a tide. Although the druids were brave and good at fighting, they gradually fell into trouble in the face of the huge gap in numbers.

The druid in giant bear form was wounded by the enemy, but he still roared and fought; the druid in cheetah form was fast, but the number of enemies was too large, making it difficult for them to exert their greatest advantage; the druid in owl form continued to release the power of nature, but his own magic power was also rapidly consumed.

On the battlefield, the situation of the nature elves became increasingly serious. They were struggling under the powerful pressure of the enemy, waiting for a turning point.

The Elf Queen stared closely at the chaotic and fierce fighting scene on the battlefield, her beautiful face now full of solemnity and determination. In the midst of the flames of war, the smoke was filled with shouts and screams, which were deafening.

She slowly withdrew her gaze from the battlefield and looked at Zhang Deshuai beside her, with a hint of expectation and hope in her eyes. The light of war was reflected in the Elf Queen's autumn-water eyes, making her eyes even more complex and profound.

"My Lord, you can take action now." Her voice seemed a little weak in the noisy battlefield, but it was full of strength and trust. There was a hint of urgency in her tone, and anxiety that was difficult to conceal.

At this time, the Elf Queen's beautiful face was stained by a layer of haze from the flames of war, beads of sweat oozed from her forehead, and a few strands of golden hair fell from under her crown, fluttering in the wind. However, her posture was still upright, like a lily in the wind, tenacious and unyielding.

Zhang Deshuai met her gaze and nodded solemnly, his eyes revealing firmness and determination.