Legendary Beastmaster Zhang Deshuai

As Zhang Deshuai displayed his astonishing strength on the battlefield, the originally deadlocked situation was instantly reversed. Under the encouragement of Zhang Deshuai, the three major elf races - war tree people, druids and ordinary natural elves, had high morale and launched a fierce counterattack against the enemy like a surging wave.

Zhang Deshuai led the way, the magic light in his hand was dazzling, and every swing released a powerful force. Under his command, fire, frost, and lightning intertwined into a piece of destructive music, and the enemies fell one after another under this violent magic attack. Qilin, Chimera and other pets followed closely beside him, cooperating with him seamlessly, forming an indestructible line of defense.

The War Treemen took heavy and determined steps, their huge branches like battering rams, smashing down on the enemy. The rotten tree trunks were now full of vitality and strength, and every blow could cause the ground to tremble. The enemy's line collapsed under the impact of the War Treemen, and they fled in fear, but there was nowhere to escape.

The druids also showed their bravery. The druids transformed into giant bears roared, using their sharp claws and strong bodies to tear through the enemy's defenses; the druids transformed into cheetahs shuttled through the enemy's formation at lightning speed, giving the enemy an unexpected and fatal blow; the druids transformed into owl beasts hovered in the air, continuously releasing powerful natural magic to provide support and protection for friendly forces.

The ordinary natural elves did not flinch, they united closely, the weapons in their hands flashed coldly. The arrows of the elven archers flew towards the enemy like locusts, each arrow carried their anger and determination; the magic light of the elven wizards illuminated the entire battlefield, and the green natural force turned into vines, storms and fireballs, mercilessly attacking the enemy.

Under the powerful offensive of Zhang Deshuai and the three major elves, the enemy began to retreat step by step. Their original arrogance was completely extinguished, replaced by endless fear and despair. The faces of the night elves were pale, their bows and arrows were no longer accurate, and their steps became staggering; the branches of the fallen tree people were broken, and their huge bodies were crumbling; the beauty of the succubus was no longer tempting, and only panic expressions remained; the speed advantage of the shadow blood clan could not be brought into play, and they were defeated one by one; the curses and dark spells of the evil bone witch clan lost their effect in the face of the powerful force of nature.

Zhang Deshuai shouted loudly: "Don't let any enemy go! For peace and justice!" His voice echoed on the battlefield like a loud bell, inspiring every soldier to fight bravely.

On the battlefield, blood dyed the earth red, and the enemy's corpses piled up like a mountain. But Zhang Deshuai and the elves had no mercy. They pursued the victory and did not give the enemy any chance to breathe. Under their pursuit, the enemy's defeat turned into an embarrassing escape. They discarded their weapons and gave up resistance, just wanting to escape from this terrible battlefield.

With the joint efforts of Zhang Deshuai and the three major elves who were fearless and brave, the situation on the battlefield has become clear. The enemy, who had originally tried to struggle, has now been completely suppressed and fallen into the abyss of despair.

The commander of the night elves looked at his army that was being defeated like a tide, his eyes full of reluctance and anger. But facing this irreversible defeat, he also knew that there was no way to turn the tide. Gritting his teeth, he raised the horn in his hand with difficulty and blew the dull sound that symbolized retreat.

"Woo--" This low and sad horn sounded in the smoke-filled battlefield, which seemed so desolate and helpless. However, the night elves had already lost their composure at this moment, and the horn of retreat did not allow them to evacuate quickly and orderly, but instead caused greater chaos.

The coalition of the five major races was now like a lost dog. The seemingly indestructible bodies of the fallen tree people were now riddled with holes in the ravages of war. They struggled to move their broken bodies, trying to escape from this land of death; the once charming faces of the succubus were now distorted by fear, and their beautiful wings became powerless due to panic, unable to show their former elegance; the speed that the shadow blood race was proud of was no longer effective in this torrent of defeat, and they pushed and squeezed each other just to escape the battlefield faster; the strange and evil spells of the evil bone witches also lost their accuracy due to panic, and they kept muttering to themselves, but could not stop the spread of defeat.

How could Zhang Deshuai and the elves let them go so easily? Zhang Deshuai's eyes were stern, and he shouted: "Pursue the victory and don't give the enemy a chance to breathe!" The magic light in his hand shone again, and a powerful flame shock wave swept towards the fleeing enemy.

The war treemen took heavy steps and roared angrily. They swept the enemies with their huge branches and knocked the slow-running night elves to the ground. The druids transformed into various ferocious forms and wreaked havoc among the enemy like wolves among a flock of sheep, giving the enemy no chance to escape. The ordinary nature elves held their weapons tightly, shouted slogans of victory, and chased after the fleeing enemies.

Arrows rained down like locusts, magic flew everywhere, and every moment enemies fell down with screams. Blood dyed the earth red, turning this originally beautiful land into a Shura field. But this was justice's judgment on evil, and a punishment for the invaders.

Finally, under the relentless pursuit of Zhang Deshuai and the three major elves, the five major races were completely defeated. Countless enemy corpses were left on the battlefield, and their weapons and flags were scattered all over the ground, becoming a testimony to their failure.

Zhang Deshuai stood in the center of the battlefield, looking at the elves cheering and jumping for joy, his heart filled with emotion. He knew that this was a hard-won victory, won with blood and sweat.

"We won! We defended our home!" The cheers of the elves echoed in the sky, and their faces were filled with joy and pride of victory.

The flames of war gradually died down, and the smoke-filled battlefield was filled with the smell of victory. The soldiers either collapsed to the ground in exhaustion or hugged each other and cried excitedly, but their eyes were all focused on Zhang Deshuai without exception, and their eyes were full of undisguised admiration.

The wounded soldiers looked at Zhang Deshuai with endless gratitude and admiration in their eyes. They seemed to be looking at a god descending from the sky. It was this human wizard who brought the dawn of hope in the desperate situation and led them to the other side of victory.

"It's him, this powerful human wizard, who leads us to defeat the strong with the weak and the many with the few!" A young nature elf warrior's voice trembled with excitement, tears flashed in his eyes, and the wounds on his body were still oozing blood, but at this moment his heart was filled with only admiration for Zhang Deshuai.

"If it weren't for him, our home would have been breached long ago, and our people might have been exterminated." An old war tree man had a low and hoarse voice. His huge body trembled slightly, and the leaves on the branches rustled, as if expressing his deep respect for Zhang Deshuai.

The soldiers' cheers rose one after another, resounding through the sky. "Zhang Deshuai! Zhang Deshuai!" They shouted his name loudly, their voices filled with the joy of victory and awe of the strong.

The elf archers put down their bows and arrows, their tense faces now blooming with bright smiles. They jumped and cheered, releasing their inner excitement for this hard-won victory.

The druids also stopped fighting and returned to their original appearance. They hugged each other, their eyes full of longing for the future and gratitude to Zhang Deshuai.

The ordinary nature elves danced with joy, surrounded Zhang Deshuai, and expressed their praise for him in the most sincere words. "You are our hero! You saved our home!"

The entire battlefield was immersed in a sea of ​​joy, and the soldiers' joy was like a warm torrent, dispersing the haze and pain brought by the war. Their admiration for Zhang Deshuai was not only because of his great strength, but also because of his fearless courage, firm belief and persistent pursuit of justice.

Amid the cheers, Zhang Deshuai felt the soldiers' heartfelt respect. He knew that this victory belonged not only to him, but also to every soldier who fought bravely for his homeland.