Equipment Printing School Mage

"What?!" The young elves, covered in blood, were so frightened that they almost jumped up - three-quarters of the mass of this giant beast had been scattered all over the ground, how could it still be alive?

However, the commander of this group of young people, the elderly elf who had just arrived, had no intention of engaging in a debate and simply stated, "The problem now is that perhaps this behemoth was already in a stalemate with another group before encountering you. We should find that group and make them owe Etasier a great favor. If he simply escaped by chance, then you are arbitrarily stealing the prey of a great noble, and will make Etasier a powerful enemy for no reason!"

The cavalry commander named Dawu Jefemi was too lazy to bother with these little brats who were once known for their lack of knowledge. He turned to his mage partner and said, "Olair, please take these idiots back."

"Commander, then we..."

The commander-in-chief of the Etashir cavalry nearly spat directly into his subordinates' faces, completely lacking the gentle manners typically associated with elves. "You concealed the details of the battle from your superiors and used those bureaucratic rhetoric with me. Should I even reward you?"

"That warhorse..."

"Then I have even worse news for you. Word has reached the Royal City that the Dark Elves' attack has likely already begun in full force. This tarrasque beast likely ran head-on into the Dark Elves' army, resulting in a mutually devastating battle, saving you, the dandies, from your wrath. And now, you two-legged cavalrymen, are still entangled here?! Get out!"

At this moment, a Pegasus carrying a silver elf flew across the sky, turned slightly above them, and landed, saying, "—Wait a moment."

Her immaculate silver hair betrayed her aristocratic status, and her flawless features were devoid of a smile, her thin lips flattening into a single line. Her light, luxurious clothing proved she must be of noble birth—but strangely, it bore no emblems of any kind.

Of noble birth, but very mysterious.

She spoke very briefly: "Did you defeat that tarrasque monster?"

It lacks rhetoric and is somewhat rude.

Dawu was busy with military duties at the moment and did not want to get entangled with this young lady of unknown origin. Instead, he simply asked, "What do you want, sir?"

She pondered for a moment, then waved her hand decisively, spreading a realm of honesty between the two of them. "I don't want to waste any more words here—I failed to kill the prey on the spot, which is my fault. But I'm interested in its body. Name your price."

"This is the Tarrasque!" Davout couldn't help but look at the nearby woods anxiously - he always felt that the dark elf army might emerge from the woods at any time.

Their actions were so secretive that even now there are still Moon Elf nobles who are unaware of their true intentions running around in the forest, and are even arguing about the ownership of the prey they hunted.

As for hunting the tarrasque—that was still in his imagination. The elves had a deep foundation, and although he had never seen a tarrasque before, he knew its general information.

In short, if an elven family knew of its existence in advance and seriously wanted to deal with it, it would only take a little effort. At least this noble elf in front of him could do it.

But now is an emergency, and he really doesn't want to delay here any longer: "If you want it, take it away! But I suggest you leave as soon as possible. The Kingdom of Ilisri may launch an attack on us!"

"It's just rumors. I haven't heard anything." The strange silver elf raised his head slightly, revealing his white neck. He became persistent, observing them for a moment, and suddenly said, "No, I'm afraid it wasn't you who killed the Tarrasque, but the group of elves behind you."

"It was our Etahir cavalry who killed him!" Dawu emphasized Etahir's name.

This riverside city is somewhat famous in Santa Osriel - although it may not directly scare away the noble, it can at least prevent her from harassing her endlessly.

However, the elf's gaze wandered slightly, and he still didn't intend to leave. Finally, he fixed his eyes on the only surviving warhorse and said, "So, you stole my prey - I want this horse as compensation!"

"What?!" Davout couldn't help but get a little annoyed and shouted, "This is our Etahir's public property. No one here has the right to sell it!"

Not to mention, why would she want a warhorse back? If she was taking it back to vent her anger, as a cavalryman, that would be intolerable.

"It's just a horse. Why make such a big deal of it?" The Pegasus she rode flapped its wings as if to show off, as if to validate her words. "But you've shown me enough respect... Fine, I'll pay a premium for this horse, right?"

As she spoke, she casually took off a small bag and threw it to Davout: "My pocket money today is yours. You can divide it up however you want. I only want the horse."

How much money can such a small bag hold? Is it humiliating?

Dawu, a noble himself, was both angry and amused. He casually opened his pocket and said, "This bag can..."

Then he was stunned by the flashing colorful light in the bag.

He had seen nobles over the past few hundred years, but he had never seen such a rich and inhumane noble!

I saw that small pocket was filled with the most expensive and exquisite gems, any one of which was worth a thousand or even tens of thousands of gold coins!

This bag probably contains treasures worth nearly 100,000 gold coins.

What? This is the king's princess?! Even a princess wouldn't spend a hundred thousand gold like that!

This is really a ghost! Not to mention a warhorse, it's more than enough to buy a stallion! If Sima Guan dares to object to this compensation, the clan leader will probably come and beat him up personally!

I wanted to refuse outright...

But she gave too much damn!

Davout gasped, his expression changing immediately. "...Since you're so sincere, then we can discuss this matter separately. Ney, give me your horse and get back to the city!"

At this moment, an extremely arrogant voice suddenly sounded from behind Dawu: "An old man who only knows how to nag."

This was clearly Ney's voice.

But given Ney's character, he would never dare to speak out on such an occasion.

However, just as Davout turned around in shock and anger, the previously obedient warhorse suddenly roared, raised its front hooves high, and with an unexpected force, it suddenly knocked its rider away. The unfortunate Ney was instantly slammed into a nearby giant tree like a kite with a broken string, and fell unconscious. All the elves who dared to stand in its way were like being hit by a rhinoceros, their bones and tendons broken instantly.

After being freed from its restraints, Igilock no longer pretended. Its four hooves moved alternately like lightning and thunder, leaving afterimages all over its body. In almost an instant, it ran nearly a hundred meters away!

"What?!" Seeing this scene, all the elf cavalry present were speechless.

At this point, even a fool could see that the real problem, the thing that the strange elf had his eyes on, was actually this warhorse!

However, they knew this warhorse. Although it was considered a good horse, it could not reach a speed that was obviously far beyond the warhorse's physiological limit!

However, just as they were about to catch up, a large black shadow spread out from the sky.

Two adult black dragons, their eyes blurry, were dragging a large mass of water dripping from their bodies through the air.

brain.

And around them were groups of dark elf air forces that were teleported in at the same time.

"...Black Dragon, the brain of the mind-thirsty monsters." Behind this wonderful team is the commander of the dark elf air force.

She sighed softly, "Using the family's trump card and abandoning the original plan to fight for that unusual tarrasque beast..."

"If we fail, my Banrui family will probably be doomed for a thousand or even ten thousand years."

The Battle of the 23rd and 24th Armies (Part 2)

Emiya guessed that the second wave of the dark elves' attack would come soon, but she never expected it to be so fast!

It had only been a few hours since their vanguard was utterly routed by Igilock, yet they had actually gathered such a large army?!

Moreover, their level of eliteness far exceeded expectations.

"Black dragon..."

He was already tired of seeing this creature in Abel. Its skull-like head was ugly and eye-catching enough, regardless of whether it had undergone elemental transformation or not.

But the behemoth they were dragging in the air was a little too terrifying.

It's like the human brain magnified countless times.

Yet, the brain pulsated faintly like the heart of a living thing—and swayed like jelly in the wind.

Unfortunately, animal brains are not part of Team Emia's daily diet.

At this moment, Alestria and Fenwe had already rushed out like arrows, ready to chase Igilok, and had not yet realized the arrival of the dark elf army.

The expressions of the other people who were still in the air were not so good.

Other things aside—why would the Illithid Mastermind also be under the servitude of the Dark Elves?!

At the same time, the mind-thirsty monster's main brain also represents an extremely tricky thing - psychic power.

The Mind Flayer is, of course, the most famous and powerful psychic user in the multiverse.

——At the same time, it is one of their most important goals.

It would be even harder to search the Underdark for a hidden colony of illithids and then uproot the entire colony...

Or is it more difficult to snatch the brain of the mind-sucking monster away from the army?

The appearance of the dark elf army disrupted their plans, and they needed time to think of countermeasures.

At this moment, the Wild Hunt captain drew a rune in the sky. With the cry of an eagle, a falcon radiating icy crystals began to soar higher in the sky. After a moment's silence, Ivar said, "This is the second time—in less than a day, those brown-skinned elves have gathered an entire legion and launched a massive attack on the white-skinned elves. This frequency of battle is unusual. Are we embroiled in a war?"

Emiya is very clear about this time point.

The Fourth Crown War was also the penultimate death knell of the Elven Age.

At the same time, it was during this war, about a hundred years later, that an event broke out that had a profound impact on later generations.

Big subsidence.

The Dark Elves, now rampaging across Faerun, were met with a counterattack from their High Elves: a terrifyingly large-scale high-magic bombardment of the entire Dark Elves race. These elves, currently brown-skinned and generally resistant to the sun, were warped into an obsidian-like appearance under the spell. From then on, sunlight became extremely lethal to them, and simply moving on the surface became a near-torture, requiring them to wear strict sun protection gear.

Therefore, this ethnic group, which now occupies half of Faerun, will be forced to hide in the Underdark.

From now on, the Great Subsidence may be the Kingdom of Santa Osriel's response to the Dark Elves' abuse of Ascension.

—In short, they were drawn not only into a war, but into what could be called a world war.

But now it is obvious that the war has just begun. If Emilia dares to leak the details of the war at this moment, he may see Yin instead of Misriel in the next second.

He could only reply vaguely, "Yes, I see the signs, so we shouldn't delay any longer—the army will just keep coming here in waves. If we become more conspicuous, we might even be targeted."

A highly mobile army is a thorn in the eyes of all commanders. If it is an air force, then the commanders of the fantasy world will definitely not be able to tolerate such an eye turning around in their heads.

They can't delay any longer, but they don't have the strength to charge forward.

Whether being involved in the Crown War between the Dark Elves and the Moon Elves, or letting Igilok escape like this, would be a very troublesome matter.

However, with Igilock's strength, it was impossible to catch it silently.

I also wanted to complete the mission quietly and relatively quietly, right under the noses of the dark elf army. On top of that, I also wanted to do it as quickly as possible...

With their strength, there is no way to use conventional methods.

Emiya was silent for a moment and narrowed her eyes slightly.

Now, we can only win in chaos.

[…Alastrid, Fenwë.] He said, [Chasing Igilok is not easy, so we need some help.]

What do you think of dark elves?

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Naturally, the so-called arrogant female elf nobles before were Alestrider and Fenwë.

The two of them rushed out of the forest, but in fact they were just making a gesture to break away from the contact with the Kingdom of Santa Osriel - how could a druid travel through the forest using his legs?

They were putting pressure on Igjilock, preventing this evil spirit, who was obviously full of calculations, from resting and recuperating in peace, and even making time to set a trap for them.

This guy had obviously pretended to be a warhorse on purpose, hoping to use the power of the high elves to make them retreat, but he didn't expect that Alestria would use her money power to make the high elves retreat.

So, it did not hesitate to reveal its identity, causing the matter that had been settled to be stirred up again.

At the same time, another piece of bad news reached their hearts.

[Bad news, the dark elves have arrived above you, their purpose is unknown.] Emiya said, [This army is huge.]

How big is it? Elastrid asked.

The dense forest blocked their vision. At this moment, they only knew that there seemed to be enemies arriving in the air, but they did not know the specific situation.

"If this happened in the future, I'd suspect the entire city of Menzoberranzan had come out in force... Wait?! That family crest? Is that really such a coincidence?" Emiya's voice was filled with a rare touch of shock. "It really is the Baenre family?!"

When the name of the tribe came, both Alaster and Finwë were speechless.

House Baenre, rulers of Menzoberranzan, the most notorious family in the entire Underdark, represents Lolth's absolute favor and power.

"...So, what should we do now?" Fenwei asked.

The Banrui family's reputation in later generations was too great, and no one wanted to engage in a battle with the Banrui army when they were caught off guard and had other goals.

At this moment, Emiya frowned.

Banrui's army arrived at the battlefield, but did not move north immediately. Instead, they dispersed as if they were looking for something.

Most of the main forces were even advancing towards the southwest - almost heading towards a head-on collision with the Wild Hunt and Emiya's group.

Emilia's mind raced.

The force sent by the Baenre family was unprecedented - capturing a powerful and dangerous mind-thief mastermind and using it to charge into battle was certainly incomprehensible. The only possibility for them to do so was to maximize their own interests.

So, was it to achieve military success in the Crown War? It's possible. House Baenre might hold sway among the drow ten thousand years from now, but that doesn't mean they still hold sway during the Dark Elf era. Even the most powerful of families have a long road to success.

However, the most outstanding military achievement, first of all, is to complete the ascension with advanced magic, and secondly, it should obviously be to attack the city and capture the strongholds that are tightly guarded by mazes before the Kingdom of Santa Osriel can react, and prepare to enter into a confrontation.

But now, the Banrui family has divided its troops in the enemy territory and is approaching the national border.

This way of advancing into enemy territory but then retreating must have some reason.

Then, Emiya came to the conclusion—the Banrui family was actually from the same industry!

They must have learned that an evil spirit possessed the tarrasque, and then destroyed the entire vanguard with ease, so they decided to recruit Igilock into their ranks as well!