Emiya took a deep breath and her heart began to beat rapidly.

——Now, it’s time to take risks.

There is a possibility that everything will go to waste and all the money will be lost... or there is a possibility of survival.

"...Sir Ivar, Igilok has proven more difficult to capture than I anticipated." Emilia turned and said, "At first, I thought it was some kind of ghost with the ability to possess others. Now, I'm afraid it's not an exaggeration to call it a demigod. Its power is actually not fixed. The stronger the overall strength of the environment, the greater its power will be."

"What bad luck," sighed the Wild Hunt captain. "Before, it only possessed powerful champions or mighty moose. Even if it could cause us considerable trouble and even casualties, now the trouble is far greater."

"Since we've agreed to help, we don't intend to retreat like this," Emilia said. "It depends on whether you're willing to take the risk."

"What risk?" Ivar said.

"Since the situation is already chaotic enough, we could be dragged into war at any time, and it might even be unavoidable," said Emiya. "Then why don't we take the initiative to disrupt the battlefield?"

He pointed in the direction of Fenwë and Igilok. "Currently, it seems Igilok can freely shrink the range of its frost-producing capabilities. This is both its weapon and armor, and its defining characteristic. Now, it's deliberately restraining this power and concealing its existence. But the Baenre family is clearly targeting it and is dispersing its forces."

As long as they fight with Igilock, they will immediately attract the attention of the dark elves - Emilia is even sure that if they really catch up with Igilock, this guy will immediately make a noise and deliberately attract the attention of a third party.

Now, Emilia has a bold idea.

Now, Igilock may have only consumed one life, and still have eight chances to resurrect.

How long would it take to hunt him down at this rate? The Wild Hunt's power was clearly insufficient after arriving in Faerûn.

Now, they have to rely on some external forces.

The only question is whether they have confidence in Iggy Rock.

Can this monster cause enough damage to Banrui?

"Let's do it!" Ivar gritted his teeth. "If we're destined to be in trouble, we have to drag others down with us before we die! It's just a demotion!"

"Okay." Emilia said.

Fenwei just sent a message - that guy Igilok is adjusting the direction of his attack and starting to circle around the dark elf army. He must make them cautious.

But Igilock still didn't understand their strength well enough.

Ijilock doesn't want to reveal his tracks?

It’s not his turn!

After receiving the communication, Fenwei suddenly stopped, laughed through gritted teeth, looked at Igilock's back, and began to chant.

"I am the embodiment of nature, I am the fury of the forest, I now call upon Fimbulwinter!"

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On the command ship of the Banrui family, bad news was reaching the ears of Commander Lilinara.

Their arrival was, strictly speaking, an unauthorized action. However, their family had made significant contributions to the previous Ascension operation, and the other families were still blaming each other for the failure of the pioneers.

The Banrui family, however, sensed something mysterious behind this defeat and decided to give up fighting the high elves in the dangerous Crown War. Instead, they focused on collecting various exotic beasts and accumulating strength.

——Of course, the official reason is that they are willing to be pioneers again and regain the glory of the dark elves.

She turned around.

There are also several unusual conch shell ships in the dark elf fleet.

This was indeed the spoils they found deep in the Underdark - but the ones operating these conch shells were also real mind flayers.

However, the minds of these mind-sucking monsters are also under the control of the main brain.

The question now is, where is the monster at this moment?

Some people reported with trepidation that they had found the body of the Tarrasque, but there were no particularly large signs of battle around it.

They found the silver elves' warhorses, but the silver elves seemed to have discovered them and had run away without a trace.

Lilinara knew the inside story of this pursuit - the Tarrasque was certainly a powerful creature, but it simply did not have the strength to wipe out an entire Dark Elf vanguard, even if that army was a minor force going to reap the fruits of victory.

The incoherent reports from the survivors indicated that something fishy was going on.

"Continue searching!" Lilinara shouted, "The key lies in the frost marks! We're looking for a creature with extremely powerful strength, but not a white dragon..."

At this moment, she felt a chill on her forehead, which made her shiver.

what?

She raised her head and saw heavy snow falling from the sky.

It's summer now!

She was so overjoyed that she didn't even have time to think about why the monster had revealed its tracks. Instead, she immediately ordered, "Everyone, search for the edge of this snowy area!"

This couldn't be a natural snowfall. There must be a limit to its range.

Their target is in the center of the heavy snow!

In the northeast, the atmosphere in Etashir was extremely grim.

The team that was originally going to pick up someone almost ran into the army of dark elves head-on. It was only with Corellon's blessing that they were able to return to the city safely.

And according to the results of the contact - the only city nearby is Etashir, which is adjacent to the Chongsa River.

Later, humans built a new city in almost the same place, named Eltoril.

Now, the elves must fight to prevent the destruction of their city.

The voice of the head of House Etashir echoed across the Holy White City: "In the past, the flames of the three Crown Wars never reached the land of Santa Osriel. In the past, the mythals would have helped us withstand enemies ten or a hundred times more numerous. But alas, things are different now. The madmen of Ilythri have used forbidden magic to ascend. If we remain in the city, only death awaits us!"

"Now is the time to fight for our own destiny! The Dark Elves are only a hundred kilometers away from us. We can't wait any longer! The High Mage is fully prepared. Let us ride on the surging waters of the Chongsa River and give the Dark Elves a head-on blow!

"set off!"

The Battle of the 244th Army (Part 3)

The distribution of forests at this point in time is difficult to directly apply to later generations. Ten thousand years later, the only forest in this area was the Sharptooth Forest in Fenwë. The rest of the area had almost been replaced by endless low plains, becoming what later generations called the Green Plains.

And the real Sharptooth Forest? It had long been burned to ashes by the dark elves of Ilythir.

The elves of this era actually do not respect nature.

To be precise, forests and nature are the "decoration style" that elves love very much.

They do like to live surrounded by flowers and forests, but that's where it ends.

Once faced with a crisis, they are willing to reduce large tracts of forest to ashes. The original owner of the land will naturally be furious, but the other elves will also criticize the culprit and say pity for the forest.

Then there is no more.

To the elves, forests and nature are closer to "fertile land."

It's precious, but not irreplaceable.

Their love and enthusiasm for nature are far from comparable to those of real druids in later generations. It is for this reason that humans and half-elves are the main sources of druids in later generations - elves are not among them.

So, at this moment, there was one thing that Fenwei had never told Emilia.

Ever since she came into this world, her emotions have been unstable - she has always been forcibly suppressing her anger.

Of course, the others were also well aware of this, and they knew that the druids would never like such a scene of devastation.

But they are not real druids after all.

Only Fenwei knew that at this point in time, druids were almost a non-existent profession. At the same time, she was certain that in this endless forest, there was only one druid.

She was the only druid within the surrounding area of ​​hundreds or even thousands of kilometers.

So, nature is repeating the same thing to her: they want to survive.

It doesn't matter who you are, but only you can hear us, so help us.

If you can't help us, then at least...

Let the abuser be reduced to ashes together.

And Fenwe, a druid from later times, knew very well the final outcome of this scene - this forest would become a victim of the Crown War, and even more powerful and brutal high magic would soon descend upon this land.

The power contained in it will raze this place to the ground, and the ferocity and cruelty of this magic will be even greater than that of fire, so that more than ten thousand years will still not be enough for this land to recover.

"...I'm sorry." She could only say silently to the forest.

Then, she felt the forest's despair and anger—and this anger was not directed at her.

Fimbulwinter, one of the druid's most powerful spells.

Coincidentally.

The origin of this spell is said to be from Joseph's Garden.

This winter marks the beginning of the Twilight of the Gods. Winter will become so long that spring and summer will no longer be able to interfere with its endless spread.

It was clearly a windless summer day, and the blazing sun was trying to squeeze every last ounce of moisture from the treetops. But as the storm roared in, gray-white snow clouds slowly filled the sky.

At the same time, the gray clouds swayed slightly, and overwhelming snowflakes began to sweep across the earth with the ruthless storm.

The dense treetops were almost powerless in the face of the biting cold wind. The layers of forest that were like walls were stripped away in almost an instant. The leaves that had just left the branches crackled in the air, tearing through the frost and then merging with the heavy snow.

The bitter cold of winter is like a pair of invisible giant hands, slowly covering the entire forest, gradually freezing the vibrant green into a dead paleness.

This scene shocked Lilinara Bainre, the commander of the Bainre family.

"...What is this, the power of that monster, or is it Santa Osriel's counterattack?!"

She had anticipated the attack—and by dispersing her forces ahead of time, she was able to minimize the damage, killing two birds with one stone.

But the counterattack came too quickly and on a scale far beyond her expectations.

The upper limit of the elves' high-level magic is of course extremely high, but that doesn't mean there is no price to pay.

They had only arrived here a few minutes ago. How did the enemy determine their location and complete the spell?

According to their intelligence, the high-ranking mages of Santa Osriel do not have this level of strength.

If this storm came from the beast they were chasing - then she had to completely abandon her previous judgment and request retreat: this beast was actually a demigod walking on earth!

However, even as she was thinking, the heat drained from her body at a very rapid rate, causing her to shiver uncontrollably.

The wind grew stronger.

Less than half a minute later, the heavy sails began to crackle in the air, and the magic ship that was originally speeding in the air began to tilt from side to side.

The captains of the magic ships had long realized that something was wrong and had cut the ropes short early, allowing their magic sails to be swept into the snow-white storm. In this chattering winter, they ordered their magic ships to begin descending at full speed.

The current high altitude is no longer suitable for any living creature to continue moving!

Even the black dragons in the air were feeling extremely uncomfortable at this moment, flapping their wings anxiously and at high speed. Even so, snow began to cover their wing membranes at an alarming speed.

The most direct result of this phenomenon is that the black dragons are dragging the mind-sucking monster's main brain to the ground.

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The dark elf air force, which had just been rampant, was collapsing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

They have not lost their combat effectiveness, but have been completely deprived of their qualifications as air force.

"...Miss Fenwe, so..." Alastrid hesitated for a moment, using shadow sand to block the incoming blizzard. She knew it was rude, but couldn't help but ask, "...Are you really that strong?!"

She knew Fenwe was the Archdruid of the Sharptooth Forest. With the exception of Yin, who had clearly embarked on a path back to godhood, and Emya, whose tricks were endless, everyone else in the group was probably inferior to Fenwe.

At the same time, Fenwei's strength should be able to reach a higher level when he is in his own forest.

——However, this endless storm of destruction was still beyond her expectations!

Even if she reached the ninth ring, it would be difficult for her to summon a miracle of this level even if she made sufficient preparations.

[No.] Fenwei beneath her didn't boast, but replied somewhat sadly, [This is not my power, not even the power of nature... It is just the blood and tears of the world.]

At the same time, the dense jungle between the sky and the earth had become extremely sparse, and the snow on the treetops poured down towards them in a manner close to an avalanche, but Fenwe seemed unaware and just continued to run on the increasingly thick snow.

——No, she ran faster and faster!

The distance between Igirock and them was shrinking at a visible speed! Even though Igirock had used its signature plane-travelling ability, the distance between them still showed no sign of widening!

Then, the strong warhorse in front suddenly raised its front hooves.

Even though the forest ground was frozen by the extreme cold brought by Fenwë, the front hooves were definitely not the strongest part of a warhorse.

A bone-shattering sound of ice suddenly erupted. The beast's front hoof smashed down with immense force, the frozen ground crumbling like rotten wood—permafrost, supposedly stronger than steel, felt as fragile as aged pine resin beneath its hooves. The gnarled icicles on its hoof shattered with impact, scattering like countless crystal daggers, striking the surrounding frost-crusted deadwood with a flurry of crackling cracks. Its bronze hoof sank deep into a chasm-like gully, sending shards of ice sloshing upward, carrying millennia-old humus. A haze of turbid ice mist formed in the moonlight.

The beast used the recoil to spin, its back, covered in azure mane, drawing a perfect arc. Its tangled muscles surged like molten lava beneath its fur, each bulge of tendon reflecting an eerie blue.

The front hooves gently peeled the ground, and the solid soil was lifted up in large chunks almost like soft mud after rain.

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