Real elves vs fake elves

It was just such a simple sentence. The Huang people who heard the order were obviously stunned, and more or less dissatisfaction appeared on their faces, but they did not refute or even complain, and directly chose to accept the commander's order 100%.

It seems that the prince's prestige in the army is amazing enough, and even the orders that sound extremely strange to the soldiers are enough to make them choose to obey.

"Damn bastards..." After his men walked away, the prince frowned, his eyes filled with anger, "I'm not fighting against the Moon Clan at all, I'm fighting against the Moon Clan and some of the Wild Clan!"

"For the sake of power, can you so unscrupulously sell out the interests of your own people?! Damn bastards!"

After cursing quietly, the prince started walking towards his army. He knew that he had to stay visible to his soldiers at all times so that he would always be at the "center" of the army.

Silent all night.

When the giant eagles of the Phoenix Court took to the sky again for reconnaissance, they were shocked to find that the camp of the Wilderness had been emptied overnight and all the warriors there had disappeared.

After all, the giant eagle is a carbon-based creature, so rest is secondary. It is really invisible at night. Unless Bailu Nature Park successfully appeases and tames the "giant owl", high-altitude reconnaissance at night will not be possible.

Aenarion was not very worried about losing sight of the enemy. Instead, he was more interested in this group of wild people.

"March at night? Their elite level is pretty good. No wonder every Wild Hunt can sweep all targets like a natural disaster. Even humans and dwarves will go numb after hearing the name of the Wild Hunt. It is worthy of being the last resort of the elves."

Aenarion was not able to say the second half of the sentence... If these Moonborn soldiers had not received complete training, they would probably be beaten like dogs even if their numbers were equal to those of the Wildborn.

I can only say that it’s a good thing that he is an elven warrior from our Phoenix Court.

"Release all giant eagles and rangers to expand the reconnaissance range. The enemy we are about to encounter is more elite than ever before. Tell the warriors not to take it lightly."

"They are all equally fearless and well-trained. Don't let your carelessness lead to unnecessary losses."

These words were spoken not only to his warriors, but also to himself.

Chapter 110: Day , harmony and friendship between the two sides

In the morning of the 1006th year of the Star Calendar, the weather was clear and cloudless.

In a rare open space in the Elf Forest, two waves of armies, each with a size of a thousand people,

A large-scale encounter broke out.

The giant eagle circled in the sky, and the fire of the Eagle Claw crossbows almost never stopped. The four crossbows fired ammunition continuously, and the light emitted by the runes engraved on them seemed to be more intense than before.

From the perspective of Eagle Eye Technique, both teams were on high alert, forming several square formations and slowly advancing forward, but the formations they deployed were completely different.

The formation of the Wilderness Clan was mainly a square formation, and the main force in the center line even formed a full 15 layers of formations, which was very impressive from a visual perspective. The rest of the troops also formed large or small square formations and slowly moved forward. A large number of cavalrymen were divided into small groups and cruised around the Phoenix Royal Court troops, and from time to time they took out long-range weapons such as arrows or javelins to harass them.

In contrast, the Phoenix Royal Court's formation was completely different, mainly in thin horizontal formations, with the width of the several formations being only three rows. Therefore, the overall length of the Phoenix Royal Court's troops was much longer than that of the Wilderness, and these horizontal formations moved forward in a wave-like shape, and all the cavalry were gathered behind them, without launching any attack methods such as harassment against the Wilderness.

When the two armies were within a certain distance, they began to rain arrows at each other. After all, bows and arrows were the specialty of the elves, and they had to be used in battle. All the warriors on the Phoenix King's side were equipped with bows. Although not all the warriors on the Wilderness side were equipped with bows, a large proportion of them had bows and arrows, so for a while, the bow and arrow battle began to stalemate.

The two sides did nothing but shoot at each other for about ten minutes. The warriors of the Wilderness were a little tired, and so was their commander. Naked men with bows and arrows were shooting at each other. The archers with armor and shields were at a disadvantage. Although their archery skills were not much different, the equipment gap was a little big.

As if receiving orders from their commander, the phalanx of the Wilderness began to retreat steadily, probably wanting to retreat back to the simple camp, and those roaming cavalry were also gathered to try to harass the pursuit of the Phoenix King's army.

The harassment was very effective, and after a rain of arrows from the Phoenix Court archers, the mounted archers instantly felt the same pain as their own infantry. They quickly switched from stopping their horses and shooting to circling around on horseback, and after leaving behind dozens of corpses, they managed to successfully complete the mission of covering the retreat of their own infantry.

Looking at the Wilderness army retreating neatly back to the camp, Aenarion ordered to stop the attack and just let the crossbows continue to bombard. Although the Phoenix Court's army had the upper hand in the first battle, it would be a bit rash to attack the opponent's camp rashly.

It's not that we can't press and beat them, but the casualties will definitely be huge.

Watching a group of crow witches trying to reinforce the camp, watching the walls of the camp becoming higher and higher, and even a roof appearing inside the camp, Aenarion knew that this time the effect of the Eagle Claw Crossbow would become limited.

Its power is almost the same as that of Miss 75 in later generations. It is really difficult to use it for offensive operations. Its main use is to provide fire support to infantry, and the field battlefield is its final destination.

In the Amethyst incident, six field guns bombed the girl who was seeking death for a day and two nights, but they could not sink the ship at all. Field guns are only used to bully flesh and blood. Steel things are not something that small-caliber things can touch. (By the way, the first cat awarded in the UK was on Amethyst because it comforted the nervous soldiers. Just think about it, field guns scraping warships is like lingchi...)

The frontal battle was over in less than an hour, and then the Phoenix Royal Court's crossbows continued to harass the enemy. The intensity of the harassment was not very high, with a frequency of only about ten shells per hour.

Seeing that the enemy had been hiding in the camp for a whole day and had no intention of coming out to fight, Aenarion was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the drama of "hanging up the banner of exemption from war" would happen to him.

It belongs to it. It belongs to it.

Looking at the enemy's increasingly perfect fortifications, Aenarion felt that it would not be long before a "living" fortress with wild characteristics would rise from the ground. Although it was understandable to learn from the Romans in war, but...

"Didn't we agree on the Wild Hunt? Where is the Wild Hunt?"

These words were finally spoken by a mouthpiece. As an adjutant, Ty Lee had a very bad expression and looked out of control. She had been very busy assisting Aenarion recently, and she was under great mental pressure because of the lessons learned from the past.

"The resources consumed here every day are astronomical figures! All this money is earned bit by bit by workers, merchants, and caravans!"

Not only was there pressure from the war, but the daily consumption of resources also made her feel suffocated. Although she knew that assisting in the management of logistics was not very difficult, the daily lists of consumed resources really put a lot of pressure on her, and she didn't need Aenarion to put more pressure on her.

Aenarion: "Don't worry about that. If we continue to waste time like this, the balance of the war will only tip the scales in our favor, not theirs."

Due to the special nature of their troops, the Huangyi were more suitable for the fast burning, killing and looting fighting style similar to that of the bandits. They set fire to the city and robbed it along the way, leaving the regular army chasing them to eat their tail gas, and letting the unlucky people who were looted to look at the ruins along the way and fight for the land with their heads, just like sending the robbers out of the country with courtesy. Just imagining that scene was enough to make people's blood pressure soar.

However, this method of warfare is not effective when the defender obtains sufficient intelligence or even understands the opponent's behavior.

After the movement track, it is no longer as convenient as before, which is why the prince of the wild race cursed before. The leak of intelligence forced them to confront the enemy head-on, but it is obvious that they are not good at head-on confrontation.

In order to travel as lightly as possible, the Huangyi people did not carry any bulky war equipment, and even their armor rate was not very high, so as to enable them to react quickly, maneuver rapidly and leave the enemy to exhaust.

On the first day of hanging up the banner of no war, the two sides were silent all night, and there was not even any cursing at the gate of the camp, highlighting the harmony, as if they would never have any contact with each other again.

But in fact, the prince of the wild family was brewing some great little secret.

In the underground facility that had been dug out at great cost, the prince watched a group of crow witches gathered in a circle to perform a ritual. The eerie green magical energy set off the prince's uncertain expression.

The crow witches are communicating with the forest spirits, trying to use magical energy to construct a root passage outside the wild tyranny that is large enough to accommodate a thousand people.

The prince's idea was simple, which was to leave this place as soon as possible to escape the surveillance and control of the Phoenix Court, regain the initiative, and let the Wild Hunt continue.

Chapter 111: The first day and night, still harmonious and friendly

It was late at night and the moon was dim.

A strange smiling face hung in the sky, and the moon, which should have been silver-white, was covered with a hazy blood-red.

The whole world was like a crude farce, and the gods in the darkness were watching the clumsy performance under the stage and laughing.

The soldiers of the Huangyi tribe thought that the night would be as peaceful as the day, but the result was beyond their expectations.

After all, night raids are the special feature of Phoenix Court’s operations, and they must be tried.

It was the same old three-piece set of flash bombs, rain of arrows, and assault, but the well-trained soldiers of the Wilderness quickly adjusted after the initial round of panic, and with their advantage in the camp, they began to form a formation to defend on the spot. As a result, after the soldiers of the Phoenix Court realized that they had not caused enough chaos to expand their victory, they chose to retreat before the enemy army regained its organization.

Looking at the soldiers of the Phoenix Royal Court who retreated safely, Prince Huangyi had a very ugly expression on his face.

Like the Princess of the Moon Clan, the Prince of the Wild Clan sounds very impressive and impressive, but it is actually not a valuable title. If one wants to succeed, he still has to rely on his own efforts.

This prince is an inspirational person who has obtained the command of the army without the status of "Chosen One" or "Heart of Thorns". However, because of this, his resume has been questioned by many people, especially within the Two Gods Sect, where the criticism is even more astonishing. If it weren't for the Dark Moon High Priest's strong opposition in this round of Wild Hunt, he would never have been able to obtain the highest command of the army. Even if he has amazing prestige in the army, according to past experience, a noble with enough weight would be parachuted in to obtain the title of Grand Commander.

Because of this, he took this round of Wild Hunt very seriously, to the point where he even had to reluctantly sleep and eat. But who knew that the war would turn out like this from the start?

All past combat experience was overturned. Who could have known that the Wild Hunt could be fought like this? !

What a promised Wild Hunt! Where’s the Wild Hunt?

Just as the prince frowned and looked extremely gloomy, an evil and vicious voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"Your Excellency Monroe, there is a big problem with your plan." The one who spoke was a crow witch, and her words sounded very polite, but in fact they contained a lot of irony, "My three sisters died. They obeyed your orders, but they just died, all died in front of me."

The Prince of the Wilderness, also known as Monroe, fell silent.

The position of the Raven Hags among the Wilderness is not only a magician, but also the servants of the God of the Wilderness. They are figures who combine religion and magic, and their status is transcendent. Although Monroe can command these Raven Hags in the war, it does not mean that his status is higher than theirs.

To put it bluntly, if you lead this group of people to win the battle, you can. If you lose, you will be the first unlucky person to be sacrificed.

And now, at this very moment, because of his own mistakes in command, the Crow Ghost came to ask for an explanation.

"It was indeed my fault that I did not expect the enemy to have a mage army, but please believe me. With my many years of combat experience, I will definitely lead you to victory in this Wild Hunt."

The crow witch sneered when she heard this, and her disgusting and unpleasant voice rang out: "I hope you can remember what you said." After that, the ugly old witch who made people feel uncomfortable turned around and left.

In the past, the Wilderness launched the Wild Hunt based on how much they harvested and how much negative energy they successfully released within the Wilderness Tyranny as the standard for rewarding meritorious service, and the commanders in charge of the Wild Hunt also used this as a basis for comparison. But this war is obviously different from the past. Even Monroe, who has never lost since his debut, dared only say the word "victory". He was unwilling to even open his mouth to guarantee the large amount of plunder and the release of enough negative energy.

Turning his head and looking at his adjutant, Monroe's expression had returned to normal at this moment: "How is the preparation over at the root tunnel going?"

The adjutant immediately responded upon hearing this: "The basic construction is complete. After just one night of reinforcement, we will be able to leave this damn place through the passage."

Monroe: "Very good, and notify the crow witches who are responsible for strengthening the camp.

We must not stop working, and even work harder. Even if we know that this camp will be abandoned soon, we cannot make any mistakes or be careless!"

The adjutant took the order and left. Monroe looked at the camp which was gradually returning to normal without saying a word, wondering what he was thinking.

At the same time, another muscular man also looked towards the camp of the wild people in the darkness. He said nothing and his appearance was particularly refreshing.

"Sir." A woman who looked like a squad commander walked up to Aenarion and saluted in a low voice. A look of shame appeared on her face. "Our night attack failed. The enemy reacted quickly and there was not much chaos. I can only order the troops to retreat."

Aenarion nodded. "You did the right thing."

The woman said, "Also, we discovered that the Crow Ghost Lady of the Wilderness was reinforcing the camp even at night. They spent resources day and night to reinforce the defense facilities. It seems that they really want to continue to fight with us here."

Aenarion: "Good judgement."

After a brief conversation, Aenarion encouraged the captain with a few words and then let him go down to rest.

Behind him, Tai Li frowned: "Do they really want to continue to fight with us like this? Just fight to the death for logistics? This way of fighting is really..."

Before she could finish her words, an extremely arrogant voice suddenly sounded, the kind that really asked for a beating. What was even more infuriating was that few of these guys could beat her.

"Don't blame me for not reminding you. The number of barrier magic and isolation magic cast by the Desolate People is too much. It's like they are planning to do something. Also, I said that an army cannot be without mages! Look, if I hadn't successfully broken the magic just now, your army would have been hit by several rounds of magic and lost hundreds of people without doing anything! By then, your army will be destroyed!"

After all, it is a magical world. The army of this world without wizards is like a modern army without cannons. This is not the way to seek death.

The mage also needs the protection of the army. Again, this is a fantasy world. Not only do the formation-killing bosses exist, but there are also a lot of them. Although the cannon fodders can't kill the formation-killing bosses, they can still buy time for the mage to accumulate power for the arcane split.

This creates a strange cycle: the formation-killing boss defeats the mage, the mage defeats the cannon fodder, and the cannon fodder + the mage defeats the formation-killing boss.

Therefore, in this world, the military concept has always been the concept of "powerful wizard + big boss killed in battle + elite cannon fodder = strong army". Personal strength has effectively restricted the development of military technology, and the vast number of ordinary soldiers have become the least important link in the army.

Chapter 112: Deception is one of the arts of war

Neros is very proud, the kind that is particularly proud, and he often looks down on everyone. Although there is indeed no candidate in the current Phoenix Court who can be looked up to by him, this attitude is just annoying!

Looking at Aenarion with pride, Nelos had already thought of a dozen retorts in his mind, and he would immediately retort when the other party made sarcastic remarks.

This is the wizard’s pride and persistence!

Upon hearing this, Aenarion first glanced at Neros, then lowered his head and replied seriously: "Thank you for your help, Master Neros."

Nellos smiled at first, and her heart was already eager to retort, but before she could open her mouth, the great magician's brain finally turned around and successfully understood the content of the other party's words. As a result, the choking words were stopped by her mouth, and at the same time, her expression was instantly out of control, twisted for about half a second before being suppressed by the magic master's restraint.

Nelos: "Well... it's just a piece of cake!" When she said the first sentence, her tone was a little off, but she quickly returned to normal, "Not only did I successfully break the spell, I also successfully crushed the heads of those three unlucky guys! They probably thought that it was a whole team of wizards who were responsible for breaking the spell! There's nothing I can do, it's just so powerful, you can always believe in the terrifying ability of a being that a magic master calls a master!"

He raised his head, praised himself generously, and after a long paragraph of self-praise, Nellos turned around and left. When no one could see him, Nellos's face turned red, and even his eyes became a little confused.

"What the hell, why is he thanking me so seriously all of a sudden? It makes my head go haywire. What a bastard. He must want to see me make a fool of myself in public. Yes, that must be the case!"

After a while of whispering, Nellos walked away lightly, even feeling a little dizzy.

Seeing Neroth walking away, Tyri withdrew her meaningful gaze and turned to look at Aenarion: "My lord, what do you think of the current situation? All signs show that the enemy seems to really want to continue the stalemate with us."

Aenarion remained silent, the information provided by the captured Wilderness reappearing in his mind, especially the detailed information about Commander Monroe.

Such a commander without background and power of his own is very easy to be sidelined. His great prestige is built on successive victories. Therefore, he must have a great desire for victory, especially a magnificent and grand victory.

Would such a person accept such a frustrating tactic?

After a long thought, Aenarion

Suddenly he turned and looked at Terry.

"First, notify Neros to communicate with the forest spirits here. Second, have someone bury a large vat on the ground. Third, have the rangers and giant eagles strengthen their reconnaissance of the enemy camp. Fourth..."

One task after another was quickly assigned. Aenarion was not a man of many plans and talents. Even if he knew the other party's personality traits, he could not become a worm in the other party's stomach. Now he could only make as many arrangements as possible, and as long as one of these arrangements succeeded, it would be his victory.

This is an unequal game, he can make many mistakes, but the enemy only has one chance to make a mistake.

"Finally, arrange a meeting between me and the prisoner. I have some questions for him."

………………

Although the living environment in the dark dungeon was not very good, the corresponding facilities were still quite good, at least up to the standards of a youth hostel.

Now in this cell, the Huang Yi who was captured voluntarily was sitting on a chair, his whole body wet and with a wry smile on his face. It was midnight, and the guard who was responsible for waking him up had obviously chosen the simplest and most effective way.

Squeak...

As a teeth-grinding sound was rang out, the prison door was opened. Looking in the direction of the sound, the prisoner quickly discovered the person who came.

In fact, he had already guessed who was coming to see him, so when he saw Aenarion coming, he did not show too much surprise.

With a smile that deserved a beating, the barbarian captive said, "Isn't that bastard Monroe difficult to deal with?"

Aenarion said nothing, but just sat calmly in front of the guy.

Can't you read minds? Here's a chance for you to show off.

The Wilderness Prisoner said: "I know what you want to ask. Monroe is a rare general among us, and he is also the top fighter under High Priest Dark Moon. Because of this guy, High Priest Dark Moon's power has surpassed High Priest Corrupted Woman in recent years. This makes traditional nobles like us very dissatisfied, so we are ready to find an opportunity to weaken the prestige of High Priest Dark Moon."