They recognized their feelings, but the knight had been reincarnated as a fox cub

The elves were silent.

"They are worth living because you haven't surrendered yet. If you all surrender, do you think they can survive?"

"They are using hostages to threaten you. If you compromise, not only will you not be able to rescue the people, but you will also be in trouble."

"This is a battlefield where life and death depend on a split second. Put away your naive thoughts. If you sacrifice yourself to save others, you will be committing a heinous crime. Not only will you not be able to save the people, but the millions of innocent elves behind you will also be implicated by you!"

"Don't think that your compromise is a good deed, or that you are sacrificing yourself to save your compatriots from suffering. You'd better not think so."

"Your compromise is neither a good deed nor selfless sacrifice. It is stupid, hopelessly stupid." Fei'er said coldly.

"Put aside these mindless thoughts. If you think you are going to make a mistake, stand up now. We are going to fight a war, and it will be the most crucial one. Instead of holding everyone back, you'd better quit now." Although these words were harsh, they were certainly well-founded.

Hearing this, the elven rangers were slightly moved, but none of them asked to withdraw from the battle.

"You'd better all understand." After saying that, Fei'er gestured to Irene, who understood what she meant very tacitly and waved to the rangers under her command.

"Everything is subject to Miss Fei'er's orders. Everyone, hide in the forest, in groups of five, and start the rescue operation."

"It would be best if we don't find any hostages from the northern tribes. If we find any, we can proceed as planned."

"Everyone in position."

At the command, all the elf rangers put on the hoods behind them, divided into groups of five in an orderly manner, and jumped onto the treetops.

Deep in the Elf Forest, a fully armed army marched into the forest. The sturdy soldiers were wearing thick cloth armor and chain mail, and iron helmets with nose guards on their heads.

Walking in front of the team, the strong man riding a tall horse was wearing a brown felt hat. This style of felt hat was a symbol of northern tribal officers.

A sturdy man with dark skin rode a tall horse at the front of the team with an indifferent expression. He wore a sword on his waist and several axes with carved patterns tied around his waist.

Unlike the imperial people who liked to use swords in war, the most common weapon used by northern tribes was the axe. The sword was often used as a symbol of status. In the northern tribes, not everyone could carry a sword, only people of status could wear one.

As the cousin of the current Grand Marshal of the Northern Tribe and current tribal leader Sandir, Aleka, under the orders of his cousin, led the Northern Tribe army to conquer the Holy Wood of the Elves.

In order to win, Sandil put all his fortune on the line, and all the chips of the northern tribes were bet, and if he didn't win, he would die.

Aleka is under a lot of pressure, but he doesn't think there is any need to worry too much.

Now that the Elf Queen has contracted a strange disease, Aleka looks down on the entire elf tribe, thinking they are all rats and not a single one can fight.

Unless something unexpected happens, the land of elves will be in the hands of the northern tribes, and these beautiful vases will not escape the fate of becoming slaves.

He was the second marshal after Sandil came to power. The grass on the first marshal's grave was almost ten feet high.

Back then, when the first tribal marshal was beheaded by that overly powerful knight, he happened to witness it, and then relied on his strong strength to escape from the total defeat.

As a blood awakener, he learned a lot of heart spells and magic, including an advanced heart spell. He also reached the fourth level in blood development, which was a rare existence in the entire northern tribe.

When they first set out to conquer the land of elves, he and the marshal at that time looked down on the elves, believing that they had no rivals except for the higher-level blood awakeners. Then, they were taught a lesson by the intrusive dark knight.

The man told him with his actions that no matter how high the level of bloodline awakening is, the body of a bloodline awakener is just made of flesh, and if one wants to kill a mortal, a sword is enough.

Ever since he witnessed the previous marshal being hacked to death, Aleka has developed a fear of insufficient protective gear. Wherever he goes, he wears thick cloth armor and enchanted chain mail that enhances physical attacks to prevent any sword damage.

This time was no exception. In order to go on the expedition, he brought all the treasures he had hidden in his chest with him. He wore enchanted necklaces around his neck, enchanted rings on his hands, and an enchanted belt around his waist, just in case.

Magic cannot prevent it, but mental determination will definitely not be able to penetrate his absolute defense.

"Rear team, follow up." Aleka, who was full of confidence and ready to make an achievement, glanced at the large army behind him.

Because the prison cart had to be pushed and Sandil's "big baby" had to be carried, and because Sandil was leading the army in person this time, the progress was a little slower.

However, as long as the Elf Forest continues to freak out, it is only a matter of time before they leave the forest.

Sandil knew that this was a big gamble, but if they could successfully cross the Elf Forest, they would already be halfway to victory.

It's impossible for someone to come out and cause trouble this time, right? It can't be the Knight of Dawn today and another knight tomorrow, right?

The land of elves is truly protected by the Mother Goddess. No matter how critical the situation is, there is always someone to come to the rescue.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"Stop crying! Speak softly. If you cry again, I will beat you." Hearing the crying of the elf in the prison car, the northern soldier raised his whip and said angrily.

"Okay, hurry up and march. We need to fight when we get to the city gate. Save your energy and fight in front of those elves." Aleka snorted coldly.

"Understood, Marshal!"

"Hey, save your energy now and save it for crying at the city gate. When you get there, remember to cry loudly so that your compatriots can hear you. The more people hear you, the greater the possibility of you being rescued, understand? Don't cry when you should, and cry loudly when you shouldn't!" The soldier scolded the elf covered in blood in the prison car.

The large northern tribe marched into the forest in a mighty force. They remained vigilant, but no matter how vigilant they were, this was a forest, and it was too easy for the elves, who were protected by nature, to hide their breath and figures so that they would not be discovered.

Moreover, the northern tribe has mobilized its entire army this time, and the two sides of the team are large. If either side is attacked, Aleka in the center and the other wing will not be informed in the first time.

But Aleka was not worried. First, according to the news sent back earlier, the elven city-states near the Elf Forest had been surrounded by the army and could not send out reinforcements. Second, he was not afraid of the elves playing dirty tricks.

In the face of absolute power, any skill is redundant.

As they passed by, the leaves in the forest moved, as if a gentle breeze was blowing.

"Hmm?" Aleka frowned and looked around, but didn't find anything.

It should be just an illusion. Besides, there are scouts patrolling around, and there will be movement if anything happens.

What the tribal soldiers did not notice was that the elven rangers, who were squatting on the trees and almost blending into the leaves, silently took out their bows and arrows from behind, and stared sharply at the tribal soldiers who passed by them and the elves in the prison cart.

Chapter 138: 31 - Ambush

"Really? The armor, weapons and baggage are heavy enough, and we still have to drag these slaves along. It's so unlucky!" A tribal soldier looked at the frightened elf slaves in the cage, spat, and then untied his belt.

"What are you doing? The superiors have ordered that these elves cannot be touched for the time being. They are one of the important bargaining chips for seizing the land of elves. If you disobey the order, you will be subject to military law." Glancing at his colleague, another tribal soldier standing next to him added a warning.

"Tsk! What are you thinking? Haven't you heard that people have three urgent needs?" the tribal soldier said in a rough voice.

But it’s true, even the elves in the cage are dirty and still attractive, and the purity stained with blood has a different kind of charm.

The tribal soldier shook his head, feeling that he might violate discipline if he continued thinking about it, and walked towards the bushes not far away while untying his belt.

"You guys should keep a close eye on them too. These pointy-eared creatures can be very dangerous if they enter the forest. They may disappear without a trace if you're not careful."

"Of course I know that."

"I'll go in first, you should follow quickly." After saying hello, another tribal soldier and the others pushed the prison cart and continued to follow the main force.

however……

The tribesman could no longer hear and could no longer keep up with the main force.

Facts have proven that urinating and defecating anywhere is wrong and sometimes even life-threatening.

Just as the tribal soldier untied his belt and had no time to release it, he felt a sour and refreshing chill all over his body.

It wasn't the sour feeling of finally being released after holding it in for too long, but it was truly a chilling feeling. A sharp arrow pierced through his armor and spinal cord, piercing them like flesh and blood, and he died instantly.

Three elven rangers fell from the treetops to the ground. They performed their duties in tacit understanding and dragged the soldier's body into the woods. One of the rangers picked up the soldier's weapon, pretended to be nothing happened, and followed the main force in an orderly manner.

This is another advantage of the elves fighting on their home turf: appearance camouflage.

Elves are extremely hidden and flexible in the jungle. As long as they adapt to the forest and nature, in the eyes of outsiders, they are really no different from the plants and trees in the forest.

It’s not that elves look so much like trees. It’s a sensory disguise that can even deceive the vision.

The same goes for camouflage. The presence of elves deliberately lurking in the forest is very low. As long as no one pays very careful attention, basically no one will notice that the appearance of the companion walking beside them has changed, or even the race has changed.

Since entering the Elf Forest, many soldiers had been in a hurry to relieve themselves and ran to the woods on the side roads to urinate. Then they were silently killed by the elves flying down from the sky, either by being stabbed in the back or pierced through the heart by sharp arrows.

In a sense, it is true that poor kidney function can shorten one’s lifespan.

After killing these tribal soldiers who left the line cleanly and neatly, a corresponding number of elven soldiers would replace their original positions and follow the main force, while the other tribal warriors were completely unaware of this.

In this way, without anyone noticing, a group of people were replaced in the tribe, and a lot of accompanying elves were stationed.

"Shhh..." Seeing that the elf in the cage had discovered him, the elf ranger blinked at the other party and signaled them not to make any noise.

Those tribal soldiers who went to urinate did not come back, but their own people came back instead, which shocked the elves in the cages.

In their opinion, the reason these tribal soldiers could enter the Elf Forest in such a mighty force was because most of the Elf land had already fallen, and the elves were at a disadvantage in the war. They did not expect that their own people would appear and ambush them in the Elf Forest.

So, the land of elves has not fallen? ?

While being delighted, the elves in the cage pretended as if nothing had happened.

Sandil, who was riding a tall horse at the front of the team, felt something was wrong. He felt that the further he moved forward, the more eyes were staring at him. It was as if the forest was staring at him. It was weird and indescribable.

"Aleka..." Aileen frowned as she noticed the leader on the treetops. "The marshal this time is actually him."

"Is it strong?"

"Yes." Irene nodded. "Try not to conflict with him. Once there is enough commotion, run away. Our mission is just to attract his attention, not to engage in direct battle with him. Do you understand?"

The other elf rangers in the tree nodded. Even Irene said that this was a troublesome guy, so they were no match for him.

Facing Aleka, Irene felt a little bit worried. She was defeated by him in the beginning and was almost captured. It was that guy who arrived in time to save her.

It's not just the difference in strength, Irene also has a psychological shadow towards Aleka, which will undoubtedly affect her actions.

And this time...

Fei'er did not go with them. She said that if she went with them, she would stand out like a crane among chickens.

It was originally a pile of inconspicuous sand, but when a mass of mud mixed in, how could it not be conspicuous?

She is not an elf. Without the protection of the forest, if she follows the elves, her actions will be quickly exposed and the marshal of the northern tribe will be able to sense her breath.

Regarding this decision, Irene opened her mouth and thought about it. Fei'er was right. It was indeed true.

But………

Fei'er stayed outside the forest. She led the team and always felt a little uneasy. She didn't know why. At this most critical moment, without Fei'er following her, she felt uneasy. After seeing that the marshal who followed was the opponent who had defeated her before, this feeling became more and more intense.

We can't fight for long, just create a little chaos and leave.

Irene glanced at the hourglass she carried with her and saw that the sand had already flowed through almost half of the hour.

When all the sand has flowed away, the other companions lurking in various parts of the forest will have almost succeeded. They will find an opportunity to lurk in the enemy's large group. Then they can attack from both inside and outside, and rescue their fellow prisoners in the chaos.

Their mission is just to rescue their fellow tribesmen as much as possible. Although the northern tribes have been badly damaged, they are not helpless. There are still many experts among them, and these troops are the main force and elite of the northern tribes. No matter how weak they are, they are still elite. When the number gap is so large, they can only use surprise tactics and strike when the other side has not reacted yet and cannot figure out their number, otherwise it will be too late when they react.

It's not that Dale hadn't thought about asking for reinforcements from Sage City, but the opportunity was fleeting. By the time the reinforcements from Sage City arrived, the main force of the northern tribe would have already left the forest, and by then they would have missed the best opportunity for an ambush.

Irene took one last glance at the hourglass. Only a quarter of the sand was left, and it was about to run out.

When the sand had completely flowed away, Irene knew it was time to take action.

She wanted to inflict as much damage as possible on the enemies before they could react and were unprepared.

The four elven rangers who followed her quietly put arrows on their bows and drew their bowstrings, staring at the invaders below with sharp eyes.

Irene did the same, blew on the arrows, and put five arrows on the bow of the Silver Moon Longbow.

Several other elven rangers also found their own unlucky ones and aimed at their heads.

If you invade someone else's homeland, you must be prepared to lose your life at any time.

As Irene counted down, the taut bowstring gathered full force and shot out.

One was shaped like a flaming dragon piercing the sky, one was as powerful as thunder, one exploded in the air and arrows rained down like rain, one carried feathers of ice crystals with terrifyingly low temperatures, and one suddenly blew up a violent gust of wind and roared angrily.

The elements were maxed out, the enemy search was maxed out, the soldiers on the front were caught off guard, and were shot by the overwhelming magic arrows, crying for their parents and running away in panic.

They suffered a head-on attack. The tribal soldiers at the front had no anti-magic equipment, and after a round of magic, almost only one in ten survived.

Armor has no resistance to magic.

"Don't panic! I will kill anyone who dares to take even a step back!" Faced with a sudden ambush, Aleka did not panic. He shouted at his soldiers at the top of his voice, asking them to keep their ground.

There is a strict rule in the northern tribes that if a soldier does not die bravely in battle, his family will not receive any pension.

The definition of dying heroically is dying on the way to a charge. However, no matter what you are doing, as long as you don't die on the way to a charge as ordered, you do not die for your country, and the tribe has no obligation to pay pension to your family.

This military rule has now become the key to stabilizing the formation.

Many soldiers figured it out. They were going to die anyway, so they might as well let their families receive a pension and they could also get the title of warrior. If they retreated now, not only would their lives be in danger, but the effort would also be in vain. The trip would be in vain and their death would be in vain.

So after the initial chaos, the subsequent soldiers gritted their teeth and filled the vacant positions.

Of course, it is human instinct to survive when disaster strikes, and not everyone can remain calm. So many soldiers instinctively turned around and ran, but before they could take a few steps, they were chopped in half by a flying axe.

This flying axe seemed to have eyes. It flew everywhere in an arc, splitting any soldier who retreated more than three steps into two halves.

The remaining soldiers who wanted to run were trembling with fear, their feet hanging in the air and not daring to put them down.