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Chapter 269 Nothing to be afraid of
A huge army assembled at the mouth of the West Wind River.

The elves, who had always lived in seclusion, now opened their arms and allowed other races to enter their villages. This was a bit flattering for all the sub-human races.

When the demi-humans walked into the elf village, they all had a cautious look on their faces.

Just like people from poor countries when they travel to developed countries for the first time, they walk with their tails between their legs.

The most timid among them is the rat man...

The rat people are naturally timid and cautious, and they are a typical inferior race. Not only are they not very intelligent, they are not very combative, and they have almost no cultural and artistic knowledge. Because they do not produce anything, they only steal and pick wild fruits from nature to eat, so they are naturally very poor.

His clothes were tattered, dirty and shabby.

A race like this dare not even step heavily when entering the gate of the Elf Village.

The rats huddled together, looking left and right every time they took a step forward, for fear that the elves would blame them for trespassing into their village and shoot them with arrows.

By the way, they not only have to guard against the elves, they also have to guard against the cat people next to them.

The caracal's eyes were fixed on them the whole time.

The ratman chief shouted at the caracal: "Why are you staring at us? Don't mess around! We are here to join forces to fight against the foreign enemy, don't... don't come over..."

As soon as the caracal took a step towards the ratmen, the ratmen responded as if they were facing a formidable enemy. At least twenty ratmen raised their spears at the same time. Of course, they did not take the initiative to attack, but instead huddled together and formed a defensive formation.

Caracal: "What are you doing, meow? I'm not interested in attacking you, meow."

The Ratman Chief: "You... you are clearly gnashing your teeth! You must want to eat us."

Manul: "I have delicious cat food, I won't eat your cat food."

The rats: “???”

The caracal reached into his arms, took out a handful of bean-like things, threw them into his mouth, and chewed them with a crunching sound. Then he meowed proudly and turned away, no longer looking at the mice.

The rats were just confused when Zhang Jingyi came up to them and smiled at them: "Don't be afraid, the cats are well fed and won't attack you. Thank you very much for coming to help us fight. I will also give you the rations you need for this battle."

When the rats heard this, they were overjoyed: "More food?"

The rat people had no production capabilities and could only steal from humans, so they had a bad reputation. After being driven into the western forest, they couldn't even steal from humans. They could only pick up fruits, gnaw on tree bark, and gnaw on grass roots... Their lives were very difficult.

Now that they heard that there were military rations, they were of course overjoyed.

Zhang Jingyi waved his hand, and a group of werewolves came over carrying bags of grain and placed them in front of the rats.

The ratman leader carefully reached out his hand, opened a corner of the bag, and took a look inside: "Huh? This... isn't this the cat food that the manul catman ate just now?" Zhang Jingyi: "Yes, it is cat food. This thing is suitable for you to eat, right?"

The rats looked at the cat-people in the distance with a guilty conscience: "Why should we eat the same thing as the powerful cat-people? We won't get beaten, will we?"

They are really a little scared!
The strong people will always bully the weak and prevent them from using the same things as themselves. For example, hundreds of years ago, there was a famous cat man named Gao Qiqiang. He beat up a rat man just because the rat man wore the same style of clothes as him. His story is still circulating among the rat people.

At that time, Gao Qiqiang said to the rat man: "What level are you? Why are you wearing the same clothes as me?" After saying that, he hit the rat man hard on the head, causing the rat man to have a bloody head.

When the mice looked at the cat food, they felt uneasy. Would the legendary story happen again?

Zhang Jingyi smiled and said, "Don't be afraid. These cat people are all good cat people. They won't do such things. Eat with confidence."

The mice then carefully grabbed a handful of cat food and stuffed it into their mouths.

While their cheeks were moving, they were still looking at the cat-man in the distance. If the cat-man got angry and wanted to hit them, they would have to run away quickly.

But this time they really thought too much. The cat people under Zhang Jingyi usually eat well and sleep well... Once cats are full, they will not like to hunt mice... I don’t know how many domestic cats in later generations have lost interest in catching mice, and they will even make friends with hamsters.

The rats finally felt at ease.

On the other side, the boarmen, goblins, orcs and other tribes gathered by Elizabeth all received a sum of military rations. These new races were instantly moved by the generosity of these humans and couldn't help thinking to themselves: After this battle is over, we can continue to live with these humans, eat and drink well with them, how happy it will be.
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On the sea, a fleet was advancing from north to south along the coastline.

This fleet set out from the Yellow Sand Port of the Desert Kingdom and had been sailing for several days. They did not dare to get too close to the coast as that would make them easily detected by the Magic Kingdom, so they first sailed west into the ocean, then turned south in the ocean, and sailed for several more days before turning east again, returning to the coast, and continuing south.

The fleet commander's name was Akadullah, a typical warrior of the Desert Kingdom. He was wrapped in a white robe, revealing only a pair of sparkling eyes, and the skin around his eye sockets appeared very dark.

"How long will it take to reach the natural harbor you mentioned?" Akadullah asked an officer.

The officer was the commander of the reconnaissance team that came to the Elf Village last time. He bowed respectfully and said, "It's not far. It will take at most one day to arrive."

Akadula snorted, "I never thought that we would encounter the elves at this time and in a place like this. Maybe this is the last elf tribe in the world. If we wipe them out, the elves will be gone, right?"

The officer of the reconnaissance team said quickly: "General, we must not underestimate the enemy. The fighting force of the elf village is very strong. Not only do they have a powerful defensive magic circle, but they also have the legendary air force and the Dragon Eagle Knights."

Akadula: "Huh! What powerful magic circle? I heard reports from many of your subordinates. You only fired one shot, and the defensive magic circle showed cracks. And this time, we have ten warships, each with a magic cannon. Ten cannons can destroy their defensive magic circle in an instant."

Officer: "As for the Air Force..."

The Desert Kingdom has no air force! Because there are almost no flying animals in the desert, it is impossible to train flying mounts such as dragon eagles and griffins.

But Akadula didn't care: "The elves have a small population, and there are at most a dozen dragon eagle archers. They may be able to bully one of your ships, but this time we have ten ships. What's the use of a dozen dragon eagle archers? They can't stop us from landing at all."

(End of this chapter)