What's wrong with building a steel torrent in a dungeon?

Elendil! Show your former courage and continue to attack! Do not retreat until the last bit of strength of the elves is exhausted!

Unfortunately, however, Elendil finally chose to retreat.

However, Sankara believed that the final decision was definitely not made by Elendil, but came from the advice of the generals around her. But this was obviously no longer important.

From the moment El'Arendil sacrificed the ancient tree formation, the rhythm of the war had already come to Grom's side. Although it seemed that the ancient tree of war had always been suppressing Grom, and Grom had no way to threaten the elves except firing artillery in vain.

But in reality, Elendil was simply unable to control such a bulky behemoth, nor could he decide its future course of action.

Although the moment of starting the attack was in El'Arendil's hands, once the siege began, when it ended was no longer in El'Arendil's control, and what happened afterwards was up to Grom.

The sound of retreat horns resounded throughout the elf camp.

The siege came to an end.

However, all the elves knew that the real battle had just begun! The Troll Empire would obviously not miss this good opportunity, and they would definitely launch a surprise attack under the cover of night. For a moment, all the elves were alert and looked at the dark surroundings vigilantly!

Inside the camp, Elendil also looked nervous.

Ever since she became an officer of the Southern Army, she had experienced many wars, but she had never been as nervous as she is now. Even when she was in the Feruman Empire, she couldn't be as nervous as she is now.

She looked at the map again and again, and sent out scouts to explore everywhere! She speculated in vain about the possible raid of the Troll Empire.

Chapter 319 Retreat

Night has completely fallen, the last rays of sunset have finally cooled down, and only endless darkness remains in the sky.

Around the elf camp, soldiers poked their heads out of the trenches and looked at the brightly lit enemy troops in the distance.

Before the siege began, a large number of defenders had quietly slipped out of the city of Grom and ambushed in various pre-arranged ambushes. In a secret corner unknown to Elendil, there were more than 3,000 warriors, including trolls and orcs.

Sankara knew very well that with the elves owning the ancient trees, ordinary soldiers would have very limited effect on the enemy. They could not penetrate the solid guarding ancient trees. Instead of getting beaten in the city, it would be better to take the initiative and wait for an opportunity.

During the day, they saw the city of Gorom being ravaged by the ancient war tree again and again, saw the cracked city walls, and heard the shouts of their companions. The troll warriors waited until their eyes bled, and they hoped that the commander would immediately issue an attack order, allowing them to attack the elves from the flank to alleviate the crisis in the city of Gorom.

However, the commander did not allow them to attack until night. Not only that, they were ordered to stay in the trenches and not to take a step out. In order to prevent anyone from firing privately, all the muskets and grenades were collected together.

But just when they thought the war was over today, the commanders began to distribute weapons.

Attack elves at night?

You have to know that the elves have very good low-light vision, and the jungle can increase their perception. So it is unwise to attack the elves at night.

What's more, Florenceni had just been wiped out in a surprise attack. No matter how arrogant Aalendil was, he must have made preparations to prevent a night attack.

If you attack when the other party is prepared, isn't that courting death?

However, since this was the commander's order, the troll warriors had no choice but to carry it out. After all, if they wanted to save Grom from danger, they could only take the initiative to attack the elves' flanks. Compared to the daytime, the chances of success were definitely greater at night.

Soon the troll soldiers were ready. They held muskets, with grenades wrapped around their waists, and lay quietly in the trenches, waiting for the upcoming battle.

Judging from their determined eyes, they were obviously ready to die.

Knowing that the battle situation was difficult and there was a high risk of death, they were prepared to die.

In the distance, the frequency of the War Ancient Tree throwing earth elements was getting slower and slower, and Gorom's artillery had long since ceased firing. It was unclear whether all the artillery points had been eradicated or whether he thought that continuing the bombardment would be futile.

As the night deepened, the intensity of the fierce battle between the two sides was rapidly decreasing.

Gustave and Sankara quietly reached the front line of the city wall and looked into the distance through a crack.

"Why aren't the elves ready to retreat yet?" Sankara frowned.

"Elendil is definitely unwilling to give up. The city wall has been riddled with holes. It seems that it can be breached with a little more effort." Gustav said: "Besides, we have also stopped the attack, which gave her this illusion."

"But the divine magicians seem to be unable to hold on." Sankara said: "The hit rate of the ancient war tree is much lower than before."

Gustav said, "She obviously didn't expect the power of the artillery to reach a new level in such a short time. As a result, she spent too many divine magicians guarding the shield of the ancient tree."

"In previous battles between the elves and us, there was no situation where the divine magician's divine power was exhausted." Sankara smiled bitterly, "I think she must have thought that she could defeat us in one go, and she didn't consider the situation of running out of divine power at all. But since it was exhausted, why didn't she retreat? Did she really think that such an attack could break through the city of Gorom?"

"She's afraid!" Gustave stared at the shield of the ancient tree in the distance, and then said, "Although this defense formation is easy to use, it is too complicated. It requires every divine magician to accurately control the ancient tree without any mistakes. If you are not careful, the shield wall will crack, and a thousand-mile dam will be destroyed by an ant hole. She is afraid that when she retreats, we will launch a desperate surprise attack, and she may not be able to withstand it."

As the two analyzed, Elendil was indeed in a dilemma.

On the one hand, she was afraid that Gorom would frantically counterattack her side if he lost his control, but if she delayed any further, the divine magicians would only become more tired, and the probability of problems would be higher.

The commanders of both sides were playing this game silently in the darkness. The originally bustling battlefield suddenly became quiet. Those who didn't know would have thought that the soldiers of both sides had suddenly disappeared.

After a while, teams of elven soldiers left the camp and began to sweep the surroundings, searching for possible hidden troll warriors.

El'Arendil judged that Grom would arrange the assault force in advance as he had done before.

Her guess was indeed correct.

Soon, one troll army after another was discovered, but they did not engage in battle with the elves. After their whereabouts were confirmed, they quickly retreated, split into several forces and disappeared into the darkness. The elf soldiers did not dare to pursue them further, but only destroyed these hiding places.

The elves are smart and cautious.

They expected that the Troll Empire would launch an attack while they were retreating, so they not only cleared out a large area of ​​safety, but also mobilized all their forces and stationed a large number of guards on several key high grounds.

Not only that, the elves also lit a large number of lamps, illuminating the area around the camp. Looking down from below, the large patches of light dispelled the darkness, leaving no trace of any conspiracy on the earth.

The warriors who were ambushing around the elves' base had to retreat again to avoid being surrounded by the elves.

It seems that everything is foolproof.

Soon there were no ambushes within a few miles of the elven camp, and Elendil felt a little relieved. Soon after, the horn of retreat was slowly sounded.

The War Tree stopped throwing earth elements, and all the ancient trees began to slowly retreat, preparing to leave the range of the artillery. However, since the gaps between the ancient trees were too small, there was no room to turn around, so they could only order the ancient trees to retreat directly.

This was quite difficult for the divine magician. Unlike advancing, retreating not only required careful balance, but also required ensuring that the ancient war tree did not step on one's own people. This made the retreat very slow.

Seeing that the ambushes around him were retreating and dispersing, and seemed no longer to pose a threat to the elf camp, Elendil couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and at the same time he was proud of his own caution.

Humph! It seems that the officers of Orila City are just like that. After several years, they still only use such humble tricks as night raids. She might be fooled once, but how could she be fooled the second and third time?

however……

El'Arendil guessed that Grom City would be raided at night, but she never guessed the method of the raid.

Because the attack will not come from the ground at all, but from the sky.

Following Sankara's order, team after team of Feather Clan warriors, wearing goggles and carrying prepared fuel bombs, took off from the rear of Gorom City, flying towards the slowly retreating ancient tree position and the brightly lit elf camp.

Daytime is not suitable for the Feather Tribe to attack.

The dwarves may not be able to deal with the Feather Tribe in the sky, but the elves, who are sharpshooters everywhere, can easily shoot them down.

Although the Feathered Clan are the overlords of the sky, they are also fragile. If their wings receive even the slightest scratch, they may lose balance and fall due to the tear.

Under the cover of night, the vision of the elven archers will be severely obstructed, especially when they are all focusing their attention on their surroundings.

More importantly, the lights in the camp were so bright that the elves' sensitive pupils had to adapt to the light and could no longer see the places that were not illuminated by the lights.

They probably would never have imagined that in a place where there was no light, the god of death was slowly extending his scythe and slashing towards their necks.

The sound of gentle flapping wings echoed across the sky, but no one on the ground noticed it.

The next moment, countless fuel bombs fell.

Chapter 320: Feather of Flame

Boom boom boom

One after another, the flaming flowers bloomed wildly in the ancient tree formation.

Elendil, who was still directing the ancient tree to retreat, was immediately frightened and jumped up from his chair.

"What's going on? What's going on? Why can Gorom's artillery penetrate the defenses guarding the ancient tree? Which divine magician made a mistake? Punish me by military law!"

Elendil was furious and roared madly in the tent.

Now is the critical moment of retreat, but unexpectedly, at this juncture, a divine magician would fail! Aalendil has already thought of countless ways to punish the divine magician who made the mistake.

But at this time, a general beside her carefully reminded: "Legion Commander... this attack did not come from Gorom, but... it came from the sky."

"In the sky?"

Elendil raised her head, and then she saw something black falling rapidly from the sky, followed by a bang and sparks flying.

"Captain, be careful!"

Several guards immediately rushed over to Aarendil and protected him. Then fire broke out around the camp. Some tents and other things were immediately ignited and the fire began to spread.

"The enemy...the enemy is in the sky, they can fly!" Several soldiers shouted at the top of their lungs.

This is...the Feather Tribe!

The name of a race instantly appeared in Elendil's mind.

After experiencing the naval battle between Aurora City and the dwarves, as well as the pirate clearance and escort operations in the northern part of the Endless Ocean, the Feather Tribe once again appeared in the public eye, and they suddenly changed from their original image of locusts to the guardians of ocean waterway safety.

The Feather Tribe is now basically tied to the city of Aurora. Since the city of Aurora spares no effort to support the trolls, it will naturally send the Feather Tribe.

I was careless! I didn't think of the Feather Tribe. It's all because of those advisors who always missed the key things.

But the staff officer couldn't be blamed. When Elendil was racking his brains to make a plan, the Feather Tribe had not even joined Fran, and only a few hundred people had entered Qianyu Town to adapt to life. At that time, they naturally would not take the Feather Tribe into consideration. In fact, even Fran herself did not expect the Feather Tribe to change anything.

But it is obviously too late to discuss who should take the blame now.

The fuel bombs from one round of bombing were basically poured on the ancient tree position, and only a few feather tribes flew over the camp. However, when they found that the elf camp did not have much air defense, the second round of bombing followed.

In this operation to support the anti-spirits (elves) and demons (trolls), the military also specially developed new throwing weapons for the Feather Tribe. Unlike naval battles, there are flammable objects everywhere in the forest, so they put all the emphasis on the "burning" attribute of the weapons.

Finally, the military invented a special fuel bomb. Once the safety was turned on, any violent impact would cause them to explode twice. The first explosion would spill the fuel, and the second would start a spark.

Such fuel bombs have basically no direct killing power, but the flame effect they bring is extremely pleasing.

The elves were fortunate enough to be their first users, and judging from El'Arendil's expression, the fuel bombs were extremely effective.

The flames caused by incendiary bombs are not large, but with the addition of various combustion aids, it won't be long before flames appear. If no one is watching, it will turn into a huge flame.

If there were only a few fuel bombs, it would be no problem to put them out given the elves' many years of experience in fire prevention. However, when the flames grew larger and larger, the soldiers began to be stretched thin. Often, they would just put out the flames on one side, and then the other side would start burning again.

As a last resort, Aarendil urgently ordered Modsheka to reinforce and urgently pull back the troops that were still on the outer defense alert.

The fire in the camp was easy to put out, after all, the target of the Feather Tribe's initial attack was not here. But the ancient tree position was in trouble.

The shield guarding the ancient tree could block attacks from the front, but it never thought that attacks could come from above. In the end, it could only watch as the fuel bombs fell like raindrops at the feet of the ancient tree.

Strictly speaking, ancient trees are not flammable. Unlike incendiary bombs fired from artillery, the fuel in the fuel bombs is not enough to burn the entire ancient tree. At most, it will only produce a few charred pieces.

But the fact that the ancient tree was not afraid did not mean that the divine magicians were not afraid. As a race living in the forest, the elves were born with a fear of fire. The flames rising everywhere on the ground immediately made the divine magicians panic.

The divine magicians who can charge ancient trees in the elven army all have a transcendent status without exception. In order to show their difference from other divine magicians, they often wear more gorgeous clothes, with loose clothes and wide sleeves, and also wear various cloaks and capes.

These fabrics made of plant fibers have now become the best fuel for flames.

Their bodies were all ablaze with flames. It was obvious that the divine magicians could no longer concentrate on infusing divine magic to control the ancient trees. They screamed and ran around, rolling on the ground in embarrassment, and tearing their clothes in panic. As a result, the entire ancient tree position began to become chaotic, and there was even a tragedy in which two guarding ancient trees collided with each other.

Elendil was busy and exhausted, but she also knew that the ancient tree position was obviously the top priority, and even if the camp was burned to ashes, the ancient tree must be protected.

Without the ancient tree, how would they attack the city?

So he made a prompt decision and dispatched a large number of soldiers from the camp to help the ancient tree position, put out the fire for the divine magician, and resist the bombing from above.

But how could Grom let Elendil concentrate on putting out the fire? Now it was too late to help the ancient tree position.

At this moment, the roar of cannons rang out from the city of Gorom.

The artillery, which had been silent for a long time, roared again

bang bang

After the first round of bombardment, the shields of the ancient trees guarding the front row dimmed over time. Without the divine magician's recharge, their shields could no longer be replenished.

Then came the second and third rounds of bombing...

Finally, the originally indestructible shield was finally broken, and the ancient guarding tree that was unfortunately hit by the shell was immediately smashed to pieces.

However, this is not the end.

Seeing that the shield was broken, Gorom's gunners quickly replaced the shells with incendiary bombs.

After a round of bombing, a large amount of flames rose from the ancient guard trees in the front row. The branches and leaves were quickly twisted and deformed under the influence of the flames. A large number of flaming branches fell down and hit the elf soldiers hard.

The elves' camp under the ancient tree was like hell, with screams everywhere. Countless elves engulfed by flames ran and shouted for help until they were completely turned into charcoal.

"Hurry! Go and put out the fire on the ancient guardian tree! Modsheka! Send someone to put out the fire!" Elendil obviously didn't know what to do anymore and could only solve any problems that arose.

"Commander! Wake up!" Modsheka said, "The first row of ancient trees are beyond saving. We can only abandon them now! Our top priority is to protect the remaining ancient trees and the entire camp!"

"But the ancient tree..."