Real elves vs fake elves

But this group of people obviously did not expect that this inexplicable catastrophe was only the beginning. Soon, a terrifying frenzy that would affect the entire Elf Forest would sweep in under the guidance of an invisible giant hand.

While the fighting was in full swing in some parts of the world above, the various races in the underground world were also frequently mobilizing troops, and the primitive races that were dependent on the Shen Clan began to be conscripted in large numbers. Such an astonishing and reckless conscription also made these primitive races begin to complain, but since the Shen Clan was so powerful, these vassal races only dared to mutter in their hearts and did not even dare to whisper.

But there are overlords in the underground world except the Deepborn. After the dwarves discovered the Deepborn's little tricks, they immediately had bad intentions.

This race of people, who can be called great men at a height of 1.4 meters, would do such things as messing with the elves.

You know, dwarves are as narrow-minded as they are small!

Looking at the corpses of Lizardmen and Gnolls lying on the ground, the two Deepborn mages frowned and remained silent.

This was the seventh attack they had discovered this week. The scale of the attacks by these damn dwarves was not large, but it was disgusting and seriously slowed down the speed of the army's assembly.

"Why, report it anyway?"

"What can we do? Of course we have to report it to those big shots."

"What solutions can those big shots come up with? In the end, they still send their solutions to grassroots mages like us."

The two Deepborn mages were discussing casually, expressing their dissatisfaction with the dwarves and their superiors. They would have solved any problem they could solve long ago, and would report it only if they could not solve it. However, the result of reporting was often that their superiors would kick the problem back, and even add time limits and requirements, which made these mages feel that it would be better not to report it.

Chapter 16: Is there a mess underground? The dwarf is talking

The Deep Clan, the Grand Mage Tower, three of the four major sects are now gathered together.

The four major schools of the Shenyi are "School of Devouring, School of Deep Diving, School of Possession, and School of Transformation". These four schools have different methods, but they all lead to the same goal, which is to use the power of the underworld to strengthen themselves and achieve the goal of breaking free from shackles and ascending to become gods.

I will not elaborate on the Deep Dive School, since it has been removed from the four major schools of the Deep Dive Clan.

The Devouring School literally devours powerful mortal creatures and underworld creatures to strengthen itself. This school has a very high mortality rate, and the mages who practice both magic and martial arts produced by it have the strongest combat power.

The Possession School is to try to let multiple underworld creatures possess themselves, so as to achieve a terrifying balance. This school provides a lot of living power to Chaos worshippers, and is basically in a state of making wedding clothes for others, but if it succeeds, it is also very powerful.

The Transformation School transplants organs from underworld monsters through various means to make themselves half-human and half-ghost. Although its safety is relatively "high", its level is relatively poor. However, due to its "huge" number, its overall strength is actually the strongest school.

“I don’t know what you, the people of the Possession School and the Devouring School, are thinking, but we at the Transformation School will never agree to taking away three black dragons at once!”

At the big round table, the head teacher of the Reform School spoke eloquently and passionately.

"You should know that for hundreds of years, we have been relying on these five black dragons to intimidate those damned dwarfs. If it weren't for the help of these black dragons, it would only be a matter of time before we were killed by those damned bastards!"

"You have withdrawn the three black dragons, which means that the three cities have lost their ultimate deterrent power. If the dwarves attack now, will the soldiers and civilians in those cities really be able to protect their homes?"

"You are handing over our territory!"

The underground world is huge, but the areas occupied by the Deep Descendants are very small, with only six cities in total. Each of the five small cities has a black dragon as a deterrent, and the remaining large city is an academy city where many schools of thought are located.

The strength of the dwarves severely limits the expansion capabilities of the Deepborn, which is why these elves are so eager for the land under the sun.

Back then, the Light Children were reverse-urbanized by Sigmar, and the mages employed by the Light Children entered the underground world in order to escape... no, it was to be able to achieve great things, not to be beaten like dogs by shorty people.

Now that the world above is stable, there are no other enemies in the Elven Forest, and there is no such a tough guy as Sigmar in the Human Empire, then it is obviously time for the mages to enter the surface.

However, some people are unwilling to do so.

Reform school.

The local tyrants in the underground world are doing well, why should they want to go out?

Who knows how dangerous it is outside.

Besides, you guys just left, but what's the meaning of taking three black dragons with you?

You should know that Black Dragon is a strategy that can only be developed by the joint efforts of the four major schools.

The sexual deterrence force cannot be developed without one of the schools of thought.

After the Deep Diving School was squeezed out of the Mage Council, the production of black dragons, which used to take about a hundred years to create, has completely ceased!

"We must fight for the right to live under the sun. That is our homeland, and it is our rightful territory. Now that it has been occupied by despicable foreigners, it is natural that we should take it back."

The representative of the devouring and possession school said this in a high-sounding way.

"What's more, the Mage Council has voted for more than half of the votes to attack the surface this time. According to the sacred agreement, it is reasonable, legal and compliant for us to transfer the three black dragons."

"As for the unlucky people in those three small towns, we had already posted evacuation notices at the corresponding locations two days ago. If they are unable to evacuate in time, it is naturally their own problem. They should pay more attention to community affairs."

The quarrel in the parliament was still going on, but the march of the army of the Deep Clan was inevitable. This group of mages inexplicably abandoned their reason and began to make a foolish bet on the fate of the country.

At the big round table, the great wizards were arguing, while the little wizards were talking cautiously below the table.

"It's over. Without the three cities, our experimental funding will be reduced by at least half in the future."

"That's easy. Just squeeze those mage apprentices a little more. I think they even have the energy to study on their own, which means they're not being squeezed hard enough."

"Why not just let those mage schools pay? After all, they have gained valuable knowledge from us. How can money be compared with knowledge? It is simply unreasonable not to let them pay."

"That makes sense. Less is not enough. You have to pay more."

The wizards in the Mage Council all have their own ulterior motives. Although they all claim to be working for the elves, not a single one of them truly considers the elves.

Time passed by minute by minute in this wrangling. Because the gentlemen present were in a meeting, no one received the relevant information. Among the three abandoned cities, the one closest to the dwarf territory was completely destroyed after resisting for 11 hours and 27 minutes.

The powerful dwarves have no regard for agency, much like the deepborn do with their vassal races.

Like the gathering Deepborn, the Dwarven mechanical army has also entered the maintenance and overhaul phase, and soon this golden army will set out to unleash its destructive power on all Dwarven enemies.

As the surface world became more unstable, the underground world also began to enter a prelude to chaos.

The cloud of war hangs over the entire Elf Forest, but there are always some special beings that are not disturbed by this strange cloud.

Aenarion looked at the person in front of him calmly and poured him a cup of tea calmly. It was very casual, without any complicated rules like the tea ceremony.

"How does it feel to be free again? Isn't it great?"

Monroe glanced at the big elf in front of him, was silent for a moment, and nodded.

"Indeed."

Aenarion: "Do you have anything to say about the fact that Masefield has placed all the blame on you?"

Monroe smiled bitterly: "What does it mean? Is there anything to mean? Has it never been like this?"

"Like you, Meisfield is the future of the Wilderness Clan. He must not make any mistakes. When I received the order to go on the expedition with him, I was prepared to be abandoned."

"I've always understood that it's never been a question of who's right or wrong. I've always understood that."

Aenarion: "Would you be interested in becoming my general?"

As soon as Zhao An's words came out, Monroe fell silent as expected.

"Can you give me some time?"

Aenarion: "Of course."

Aenarion was not surprised by the other party's hesitation. After all, in the plot, Monroe would be a general under the devilish hero Nicholas in the future, with a deep hatred for elves, and would make the elves scream. This refusal was completely understandable. After all, recruiting talents was a long-term thing and could not be rushed.

Chapter 17 Confirming the main attack direction of the Huangyi

The short period of time that Aenarion disappeared was for the purpose of rescuing Monroe. Although the rescue was not difficult and the two sword masters working together with seven rangers could complete the task, the Phoenix King still attached great importance to this mission and personally supervised the battle.

After all, fighting is a tiring job. At this age when military academies are not even available, there is no professional staff to give you specific tactics, and there is no qualified and large number of non-commissioned officers to implement tactical arrangements in reality. The elf non-commissioned officers are excellent, but not excellent enough. To put it bluntly, the generals and their staff have to roll up their sleeves and do everything themselves. It is very tiring, much more tiring than killing people.

Although the construction of relevant military academies has been put on the agenda and will begin fundraising after the parliament passes the agenda, distant water cannot quench nearby fire. Aenarion urgently needs a sufficiently good general to help him reduce the burden.

Monroe is obviously the best candidate.

Aenarion had no psychological burden at all when it came to prying the subordinates of the future boss. As a boss, you are already strong enough, so a slight weakening is nothing.

Looking at Monroe who was hunched over as he left his chair,

Aenarion called his armed maid and asked her to arrange a room as comfortable as possible for Monroe, then took the battle report handed over by the armed maid.

The surviving patrol teams would send back a detailed battle report and intelligence summary, and it would be obvious what the final outcome would be for the patrol teams that did not send back any information.

Before the magic technology of the Phoenix Court was improved to a certain level, the only way to judge the enemy's movements was to use human scouting. Although this method was effective, it was also helpless. After all, before Aenarion crossed over, a battlefield that should have abandoned the human scouting method still had a large number of human scouting.

The specific operation of the human reconnaissance is to deploy combat companies in several different directions without knowing the specific location of the enemy. They set out at sunrise and return at sunset. When it is discovered that a company in a certain direction has not returned, they will assemble a large force and all artillery to bomb and crush that direction.

As he read the battle report, Aenarion used a charcoal pencil to draw the enemy's approximate marching route on the map.

"Notify the headquarters to deploy all the rangers in this direction to obtain further specific intelligence, and have the ranger troops use every possible means to delay the enemy's actions to buy time for the large forces to assemble and build a defense line."

"Notify the City Hall and complete the allocation of supplies as soon as possible. If all else fails... pick a few nobles who have the closest ties to Chaos and conduct a quick trial... and then confiscate their property."

"I will sign a Phoenix King Order for a speedy trial to the White Tower and have them conduct a speedy trial according to this order."

"The interval between the two wars was too short, and the people's livelihood in Phoenix Royal Court has not recovered. This is the only way we can use."

Aenarion was not too keen on using this cheap trick. In his opinion, even if he wanted to confiscate the property of these nobles or execute them in the future, he would have to wait until all the evidence was collected and all the procedures were completed before doing so. Making this kind of exception made him feel extremely uncomfortable and uneasy.

As the armed maids were about to leave, Aenarion spoke again.

"Has the priest from the Phoenix Temple not sent back any news about Mao Huo... Asuryan?"

Armed Maid: “We have not received any similar news.”

Aenarion fell into silence, and finally waved his hand to let the maid leave. He felt lonely in his heart. In this world, only he and Asuryan could understand each other. Now one of them disappeared inexplicably, sadness was inevitable.

Unlike Aenarion who had prepared carefully, most of the Wildborn had no idea what kind of terrifying existence they had provoked. After all, the last Wild Hunt could only be regarded as a small-scale encounter, a standard local conflict, and this time the terrifying scale of the war between the two forces was completely different.

In addition, because Meisfield tried to downplay his failure, most of the Wilderness people had no idea about the fighting power of the Phoenix Court. In the eyes of this group of people, the fighting power of the Phoenix Court warriors was at most similar to that of the Moon People, and even if there was a certain gap, it couldn't be that big.

We are all elves, so why is your combat power so much higher than others?

Then, letters for help from the barbaric army, which had attacked everywhere and then been defeated, rained down on Meisfield's troops.

This guy learned from his previous failure and used most of the nobles as bait, tricking them into attacking the Phoenix Court without any preparation. In his opinion, this arrangement would inevitably cause the Phoenix Court's defensive army to be in disarray and unable to take care of themselves. In addition, the previous "Great Purge" was still coming to an end and had not been completely completed, so the Phoenix Court's army would inevitably be in a state of extremely low morale.

By then, the monster army led by himself, which made up the majority of the troops, would be like a sledgehammer, and it would be no problem to smash the seemingly luxurious palace of the Phoenix King's Court!

"Even without Monroe's wisdom, I can defeat that woman Aenarion!"

Meisfield sneered as he looked at the letters for help that came like snowflakes, and he had no intention of dispersing his troops. As a commander, no matter how incompetent he was, he knew that it was only when he clenched his fists and punched out that he could be powerful, and he would never do such a thing as dispersing his troops rashly.

Not only do they not know how to do it, they even feel that the concentrated strength is not enough.

"Notify those crazy mages underground that the Phoenix Court's industrial center, Val Iron City, is ahead. The city's defense level is definitely not something we can take down without siege equipment. If we rashly take it down by piling up corpses, it will affect our subsequent plans."

"If we leave it alone, the Val Iron Army in the city may attack us at any time, and then we will be caught in a situation where we are attacked from both sides."

"So, stop calculating this and that, and use that damned earthworm to dig a hole in that steel city! Let those damned lizardmen, gnolls, and minotaurs rush into the city through the hole and kill as many people as you can!"

"At the same time, don't forget to let the digging worms dig down the city walls. My army is the key to the final victory!"

Although they are in a cooperative state, it is inevitable that they will slander each other behind their backs. After all, for elves, looking down on each other is the normal character of elves.

As the herald retreated, Meisfield could not help but fall into fantasy. In his opinion, his marching speed was very fast.

The patrol team was also completely swallowed up by him, killed completely, and absolutely no information was sent back.

Now, these idiots of the Phoenix Court probably haven't received any intelligence yet, right? When these bastards saw the sudden arrival of the Wilderness Army, they would definitely launch a night attack; Group Lu, 9, 49, 3, Lu, 1, 3, 5 were panicked and confused.

When he thought of this, Meisfield couldn't help but smile triumphantly, as if defeating Aenarion and then swallowing up the world was just around the corner.

Chapter 18 The Beginning of a Bloody Battle

Inside the Val Iron City, elven warriors in heavy armor came and went, either carrying supplies or relocating their bases.

The Phoenix priests on the street kept blessing the soldiers and civilians passing by. Behind the priests was a supply point where anyone passing by could grab a handful of beans soaked in salt water and eat while running.

Among all the Moonborn, the elves of Val Iron City are unique.

The Moon Elves of the past, and even the Phoenix Court Elves of today, all like to wear lighter and more fitted armor. Armor that is too heavy will affect the elves' agility and prevent them from using their strengths in large-scale battles, thus causing more harm than good.

Of course, the fact that this characteristic of wearing light armor eventually evolved into bikini armor can only be said to be true, and all kinds of evolutionary directions are inexplicably rushing towards that place.

The elves of Val Iron City are different. It is not known whether it is due to the heavy labor or they are born that way, but their strength is much greater than that of their own kind. They can march and fight in specially made heavy armor. They gain an astonishing increase in defense at the expense of some agility, and can often burst out with amazing combat power when fighting in bloody battles.

Correspondingly, because they are wearing heavy armor, their marching speed is also slow. Apart from defensive operations, they can basically not be relied upon for offense and field battles.

It can be said that when Meisfield chose to attack this place, the excitement in the Iron City of Val was beyond words; it was as lively as a festival!

The standard equipment issued by the Phoenix Royal Court was thrown aside, and the ancestral armor was put on. The warriors who came and went in silence were not nervous. They couldn't wait to see the enemy approaching the city. This group of people eagerly hoped to prove themselves through a war and a victory.

It is not known whether this is its original nature or it happened after it surrendered to the Phoenix Court. After all, although Val Iron City provides more than 80% of the weapons and equipment for the entire Elf Forest, it is completely transparent in all other aspects.

Miranda: "You said that the new Deepborn mage was close to Aenarion?"

"Even because of teaching magic, the two of them behaved very intimately?!"

Eric felt numb after hearing these words. He turned his head helplessly to look at this half-demon, half-elf, and his voice was already weak.

"The enemy is at the gates, sister. Tens of thousands of monsters are within reach. The intelligence sent back by the rangers is getting more and more urgent. The army of the royal court has received the order to march out. The rangers will arrive at night."

"I don't know when that damned monster army will run into us and engage us in a brutal bloody battle. I don't know what the outcome of this war will be, but I do know that this war will be very brutal, with blood flowing everywhere."

"And now, at this time, you are still paying attention to other things?!"