Chapter 1098: Chapter 775: The Night Watcher’s Dominance (Part 3)

This is precisely the situation to avoid.

The Elves have long lifespans, which means they are even less able to accept the departure of their kind.

Especially the young Elves.

The older ones, however, have grown accustomed to the farewells.

"Stop, Carroll!" the young Ranger shouted sharply, the arrowhead instantly turning toward her kin. "Orders are orders! Put aside your hatred, or my arrow will find you before the enemy’s blade does!" Her voice was resolute, but deep within her eyes lay profound pain.

Carroll stood frozen, his chest heaving violently, as hatred and command fiercely battled in his eyes.

Ultimately, he let out a beast-like low roar, abruptly turning and charging toward another battle group, unleashing his fury upon a Radiant Elf Enemy Mage.

The heavy Warhammer collided with the Enemy Mage’s ornate Heavy Sword, producing a deafening boom.

Every strike accompanied by the explosion of magical power and the scream of hatred: "Pay for Starfall Valley with your life!"

Elf civil war holds back to mutual restraint.

But this is war, even restraint has its limits, escalating war intensity to this level.

It is no longer easily within their control.

Even though many officers are trying to suppress it, sometimes sacrifices and deaths are inevitable for their respective interests.

Even the precious Elves are not spared.

Starfall Valley... the number of dead and wounded Elves exceeded several thousand.

Not far away, a Radiant Elf Enemy Mage Captain witnessed the scene of the recent capture.

His voice from under the helmet was cold and weary: "Remember, prioritize knocking out the Night Elves! Avoid taking a life unless necessary. They are also... misled stars."

Beside him, a young Heavy Armored Warrior, peering through the gap in the faceplate, gazed at the battlefield where the equally graceful yet deadly Night Elf figures wielded their lethal weapons, his voice filled with confusion and pain: "Captain... what are we truly fighting for? Those dead in the Vassal Army, and... those fallen Night Elves, they don’t seem so different from us..."

A recruit.

Young Elves compelled to the battlefield as the war continues.

The Captain was silent for a moment, parrying a whistling Magic Arrow with his Heavy Sword, which exploded into frost on the rune-inscribed Armor. "For... the Order we firmly believe in, child," his voice sank, laden with indescribable weight, "For... an era perhaps never to return."

The sky remained divided, dawn struggling to break through the magical veil.

Radiant and moonlight clashed fiercely in the sky, erupting into silent annihilation.

The silhouette of Elf Warriors darted and clashed amidst magical storms and arrow rains, each elegant yet lethal attack accompanied by ancient sorrow.

The blood of the Vassal Army soaked the earth, and Elf blood, every drop that fell, seemed to whisper the same old sorrowful dirge of division within the ancient race.

Beyond the battlefield.

The Night Watcher and Holy Light Church’s joint war observation committee silently observed the Elves’ civil war.

Apart from these two, there were also peace factions bustling within the Elves.

"The intensity of the war is starting to go down, but internal hatred has been ignited, and it could easily spiral out of control."

An Elf Holy Light Priest murmured.

An Elf Night Watcher sighed helplessly.

"Centuries of internal conflict require release, but it’s unfortunate it erupts at such a moment."

The Elf civil war has progressed from conflicted divisions to direct confrontations over these years, yet in the Elves’ perception of time, it has hardly begun.

"But those young ones are already growing tired, and their Vassal Army is growing weary too. Does the Night Watcher have any plans in this regard?"

The Holy Light Church has been striving for this, albeit with little success.

Wars across regions are nearly pacified, but as long as the Elves are engaged in civil war, their conflicts will extend, rekindling the fires of war across the world.

After all, they are the Overlords, albeit in name now.

Although many forces have turned their attention towards an emerging power, the Elves overall are a bit slow.

Nor willingly face the reality of their fallen glory.

"It won’t be long, I don’t know the specifics, but I believe the Leader will start taking action.

"The plan to return to the Dwarven homeland is already in preparation, and before then, this year’s civil war must begin to wind down, at least avoid further escalation."

The Night Watchers have a God.

Speaks with authority.