On this day, the southern border of the Elven Empire was met with a sudden attack.
This assault was like a bolt from the blue, shocking the empire’s high command.
At this moment, the human army at the front was attacking with everything they had, leaving the elves exhausted and unable to divert their attention elsewhere.
However, even more unexpected was the appearance of two Border Commanders leading a massive army of 400,000 behind enemy lines, engaging in a frenzy of looting.
They advanced with irresistible force, capturing city after city and causing immense losses to the Elven Empire.
Faced with this sudden development, the Elven Race was caught completely off guard.
Originally, they had believed these border powers would remain neutral and would not easily involve themselves in the war.
But reality had dealt them a harsh blow.
At first, they did not take these two commanders and the bandits they led seriously, believing them to be minor characters who could, at most, serve as a slight distraction.
However, as time passed, it was proven that they were gravely mistaken.
These border enemies were not simple bandits, but a guerrilla force with clear strategic goals.
They were masters of guerrilla warfare, using diversionary tactics that left the Elven Race unable to defend effectively.
Although the Elven Empire attempted to surround and eliminate them, every army sent out was like a stone dropped into the ocean—disappearing without a trace.
Of course, the Elven Race was not entirely without information.
Through intelligence gathered from the rear, they finally realized the true intentions of these border enemies.
This behavior undoubtedly ignited the elves’ fury, leaving them feeling humiliated and enraged.
The Rat Commander used pure undead troops.
The longer the war lasted, the more their numbers grew.
Meanwhile, the Light Elves were the empire’s elite and had to be reserved for the battlefield against the humans, which made it difficult to completely eliminate the threat in a short time.
If it were just the Rat Commander alone, they could easily handle undead.
The key problem was the Sheep Commander; her troops were actually Angels!
‘How could there be Angels in the borderlands?’
As the most noble of the holy races, Angels possessed incomparable strength.
Combined with their aerial advantage, they were not something ordinary elves could deal with.
They knew about the death of the previous Sheep Commander, but they had not expected the current one to be even stronger than her predecessor.
If left unchecked, she would certainly become the most dangerous force within the empire!
At this moment, within the solemn and magnificent halls of the Elven Royal Palace, high-ranking officials from five tribes had gathered to discuss the current dire situation.
Every face was clouded with gravity and worry, as if a heavy weight pressed upon their hearts.
“Has the Dwarf Race still not given a response?” someone asked, breaking the silence.
“No, they still choose to remain silent…” another replied in a low voice.
“Curse them! We shouldn’t have trusted the words of those border people in the first place. This is clearly a conspiracy they’ve carefully planned with the humans!” someone roared in indignation.
“For races that are warlike and possess a strong desire for aggression, all they need is a spark to start a war. Even without the border powers, another spark would have eventually ignited the flames,” another analyzed calmly.
“The most urgent issue right now is how to deal with the current predicament,” someone pointed out the core problem.
“We must admit that the strength shown by the border regions has truly exceeded our estimates.”
Everyone chimed in, expressing their agreement.
After a period of heated discussion, they finally reached a helpless and frustrating conclusion—they were at their wits’ end.
If they wanted to break the stalemate, relying solely on the existing forces of the various races on the Mortal Continent offered no chance of victory.
The only viable path was to sacrifice a portion of their interests to entice races from other continents to intervene.
However, which race should they invite? This was another difficult problem.
The Human Race had been obscure and low-key for the past few centuries.
When facing foreign races, they always maintained a humble posture, cleverly concealing their edge and strength.
Because of this, compared to the Angel and Demon races, the Human Race was not inherently subjected to extreme hatred from other groups.
It could be said that among the nine great races, none held a resolutely hostile attitude toward humans.
However, counting on these races to lend a hand in solving the current crisis would likely not be easy.
Just as everyone was lost in thought, a commander suggested, “Why don’t we try requesting aid from the Angel Race?”
Indeed, if they had to find a race without absolute racial conflict to convince them to join the fray, a race like the Angels, who possessed a strong desire for territorial expansion, was the most suitable.
However, someone expressed concern.
“But the Angels are greedy. If we want them to send troops, I’m afraid we must pay a massive price!”
Then another raised a worry.
“Moreover, the Holy Continent is a long distance from here, and they would need to cross the border lines. I fear the journey will be fraught with difficulties…”
“Perhaps the humans and the border powers joined forces specifically to block our exits.”
For a time, various speculations and doubts flooded their minds, making the already difficult situation even more confusing.
“There is no need to worry about the cost. In a sense, we Light Elves are considered part of the Holy Races. They will show us some respect.”
“We can simply inform them of the situation regarding the Sheep Commander and let them handle it!”
An Angel had never appeared in the borderlands before, let alone an Angel Commander who was also a Legend rank powerhouse.
These various points of suspicion were far too suspicious.
The group discussed back and forth and finally decided on a plan.
As for whether the Sheep Commander was actually a member of the Angel Race, they believed the possibility was very low.
‘The other side certainly won’t be that foolish. Doing so would be equivalent to a confession, exposing their identity.’
Even if they were to send spies into the border regions, it would be more understandable if they were from the Fairy Race or the Titan Race.
At that moment, one elf looked around and asked, “Does anyone among you have a better understanding of the situation at the border?”
They had to ensure the person they dispatched could successfully cross the border lines.
“Sona, I remember you have a lieutenant who comes from the border. How about sending him to execute this mission?” another suggested.
“This operation is of utmost importance and must not be done ostentatiously. Your lieutenant possesses Legend rank strength, making him undoubtedly the best candidate.”
The other elves nodded one after another, agreeing with this view.
Hearing this, Sona immediately bowed.
Although she was a commander of an army, she was in an inferior position here in terms of both strength and rank.
“I obey your instructions, Lords!”
With the final plan for the meeting established, the group quickly departed.
After all, the front lines still required their full control.
Two days later, that elf disguised himself and, leading several elite members of the Elven Race, quietly left the empire and stepped into the borderlands.