"Assemble!"

The Centurion's loud voice echoed outside the military camp.

Serena and her companions, who were still chatting, hurriedly stood up, picked up the weapons beside them, and quickly walked out.

The Elf unit, worthy of being an elite force, lined up in their respective positions in an orderly fashion during the assembly, silently awaiting the Centurion's orders.

"I know that some of you don't understand why we are taking action against those gray-skinned individuals.

I also understand that some of you find it hard to lay hands on your own kin, even though those individuals have committed murder."

The Centurion, dressed in elegant body-sculpting armor and holding a finely crafted cross sword, stood on a high platform and spoke loudly.

"I empathize with your feelings, but I must tell you that this conflict was instigated by those Dark Moon Elves.

They are traitors! They betrayed the Elf race and no longer consider themselves our kin. They have seized our ports, and now they audaciously attempt to occupy our mines.

If this continues, will they invade our cities, plunder our homes, and harm our families?

They have forgotten their identity as Elves, descending into outright bandits!"

The Centurion delivered a rousing speech.

Originally, some Elves displayed confused expressions, but now their expressions gradually became invigorated, and the bewildered look slowly faded away.

"Is that so?" Serena murmured to herself.

Her companion next to her was already shouting excitedly, "Judge those murderers and make them atone for the fallen kin!"

"That's right, they also killed our friends, those noble guards who maintained their post at the mines despite their lives being in danger.

They must pay for what they've done!"

After a bout of morale boosting.

The Centurion waved his arm, leading the troops towards the mines.

The accompanying force included not only these five hundred Elves but also a large Vassal Army, which was actually the true main force of this operation.

After all, there's no sense in letting the prized Elven masters charge ahead as cannon fodder.

The Vassal Army comprised both humans and Beastmen.

They were recruited as subordinates when the Elves dominated the world, occupying various regions.

The Tate Continent was not solely inhabited by Elves; apart from the center and some important cities, many humans also resided in other cities. Some commercial and port cities even had a large number of foreign populations.

They too considered themselves part of Elven rule and still acknowledged the leadership of the Elves.

This wasn't necessarily right or wrong; at least living in Elven cities was far more pleasant than in other cities outside.

As the troops slowly arrived at their destination.

The mining camp, which should have only had work areas and extraction zones, was now surrounded by walls.

Dark Moon Elves with gray-white skin, their eyes shining like the starry sky, intently watched the approaching Radiant Elves who attempted to invade.

"You arrogant folks, here to snatch our belongings again?"

A Dark Moon Elf standing on the tower, apparently the temporary leader of the mine, shouted and cursed loudly.

With the power of magic, his voice was clearly heard by everyone.

"Stop your nonsense, you murderers, traitors, thieves.

Leave the mine now, or we won't show mercy!"

Saying this, the Centurion raised the cross greatsword in his hand, pointing straight at the opponent.

"Whoosh!"

An arrow instantly sliced through the air, brushing past the Centurion's side, causing only a slight sway from the white deer he was riding, with no actual impact.

"Hmph! Prepare the Melting Demon Fireball!"

The Centurion spoke no further; at this point, simple words clearly couldn't resolve the issue.

Upon his command, several Elf Mages immediately raised the Long Vine Staffs in their hands, muttering incantations idly.

The magic power of fire rapidly surged in the air, converging into a gigantic fireball. As it expanded, it developed a lava-like fluid texture.

In just ten seconds, a massive molten fireball with a diameter of around three meters took shape, its scorching heat causing the surrounding air to warp and distort.

"Everyone else prepare, fire!"

With the order given, arrows imbued with various magic energies whistled through the air, fiercely shooting towards the walls.

A thin Magic Shield instantly rose, with ripples steadily blocking all the arrows.

Seeing this, the Centurion revealed a confident smile: "Hmph, it seems that the magic barrier you've erected in such a short time is of no great use.

You should understand that such a defense can't stop us. Withdraw now, and in the spirit of light, we will forgive your transgressions."

Even though the opponent had severed ties, deep down, most Radiant Elves still believed that they were all part of the same race.

"Enough talk, show us what you got!"

"Stubborn fools, fire!"

The huge molten fireball launched like a catapult, tracing an arc in the air, over the opponent's walls, and crashing towards the mine.

A magic barrier rose once more, and several bright beams of light shot out from the mining camp, merging into the magic barrier, forcibly holding back the molten fireball.

"Bang!"

The massive molten fireball exploded violently, the deafening roar accompanied by a sweeping wave of intense heat.

Under the impact of this powerful explosion, the entire magic screen shook violently, stirring up waves like water.

"They can't hold on, keep attacking, use magic!"

An onslaught of elemental arrows and various magic bullets rained down, pounding on the opponent's magic screen.

The temporarily erected Magic Barrier eventually couldn't withstand such a fierce attack, shattering instantly like glass and dissipating into countless rays of light.

"The barrier is down! Iron Wall Team, advance!"

The Vassal Army, clad in heavy armor and wielding enormous shields and long spears, formed a tight line, stepping steadily and menacingly towards the walls.

The Elves followed behind, firing arrow after arrow at the enemy.

In the air, arrows fired by both sides were seen colliding and intercepting each other in thrilling scenes.

In response, the opponent also deployed their Vassal Army.

Realistically, in an Elven civil war, the so-called walls held little significance, as a torrent of magic attacks could tear them down in an instant.

Moreover, these walls were merely temporary structures built using Earth Element Magic and Plant Manipulation Skill.

The enemy's Mages could easily unleash an Earthquake Skill or other powerful spell to instantly demolish such defensive facilities.

The Vassal Armies of both sides quickly engaged in a chaotic melee, and the scent of blood quickly pervaded the entire battlefield.

The Elves stood by, shooting arrows at each other and unleashing various spells for attacks.

Once the first Elf charged into the battle, more Elves donned in exquisite Magic Armor, wielding melee weapons, rushed in.

Their speed in slaughtering the Vassal Army was rapid, tearing through the lines effortlessly.

Very quickly, the Elves of both sides confronted each other directly on the battlefield.

As the war reached its climax, the morale of both sides was completely ignited, long having cast aside the anxiety and dissatisfaction over fighting their kin before the battle.

"You arrogant oppressors, are you trying to seize our only mine too? You're nothing but a bunch of bandits!"

A gray-white-skinned Dark Moon Elf, dual-wielding blades, swiftly danced across the battlefield like an agile dancer.

Facing him was Serena, who gripped a Heavy Knight's Greatsword firmly in her hands, clashing fiercely with him.

"Traitors, murderers, still making excuses here!"

They cursed each other while keeping their actions relentless.