บท 239: The Eve of the Final Battle

Noon of the second day.

In front of the towering Elven Gate, the Elven Army had already established multiple lines of defense. Rows and rows of elite elven soldiers stood under the sunlight, their swords flashing with light.

In a day and a half, the ice royal court had gathered all the elites within the empire's borders. The Elven Gate had already been filled with over 100,000 elite soldiers.

The Sixth Elder stood on the high city walls, a cold smile on his face.

"In the history of the continent, all the creatures that challenged our Elven Order have been eliminated by us."

"We have already gathered the most elite soldiers of the major cities. I believe that even if the barbarians were to come out in full force, they will not be able to defeat us."