The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 241 Elf Dispute
"Reserve team, line up in a long phalanx and go up to the top, get ready for battle!"

Looking at the green figure gradually appearing in the forest in the distance, Dario subconsciously took out the bolt pistol at his waist, and waved at the Silver Mist guards who were still on standby.

The [-] reserve troops who stayed behind immediately began to shift their positions, and stood in front of the artillery and musketeers without fear.

slam-la-

In the dense black forest, birds were constantly frightened, and they flew away from the tree branches in panic, circling in the sky above the forest.

With such a big battle, even low-level soldiers who don't understand military command can see that the Noldor army that has not yet shown up is huge, let alone Dario as the commander.

Through the binoculars, Dario could clearly see a steady stream of soldiers walking out of the forest. The brown-silver armor and green cloak they wore looked like Aslai's Wanderer!
"Don't stop the street fighting in Changhe Town. Take the time to turn the cannon and prepare for shelling at any time; also fire signal flares to send a signal to the dragoons!"

After putting down the binoculars, Dario took the lead and walked towards the forest with the surrounding 'Francophone Phalanx'.

It was said to be the Franco phalanx, but in fact the real Franco had already been exhausted in the past wars, and they were replaced by the Pandor native Musketeers.

Compared to the Fronbots from [Shogunate II: Total War], the Pendor's physique and mental state are far stronger than those Fronbots.

After all, those Spaniards from the '16th Century Earth' have seen flying dragons all over the sky and all kinds of demons and magic, and they don't even have the courage to fight demons.

Because of this, even though army cards like 'Roman Youth Soldier' ​​and 'Crusader Knight' often appeared in the [Lucky Card Pool] later, Rohan would not take a second look.

After all comparing 'medieval' and 'roman' armies to the fantasy armies of the 'Warhammer' world...

It is true that there is a gap of billions!

Seeing thousands of heavily armed Noldor coming out of the forest, Daario silently opened the safety of the bolter and muttered:

"Master Rohan said that he wanted to recover these Noldor, I hope they will not be ignorant..."

Since Rohan had said at the meeting that he would communicate with the Noldor elves, Dario had no intention of launching an attack first.

As far as he is concerned, if he can find an opportunity to find out what the Noldor Elves think of them, and deter the other party by the way, then he can take more initiative in future negotiations.

Of course, if the opponent really intends to take the initiative to attack, then Dario doesn't mind setting fire to the entire Black Forest!

———Black Forest, Noldor Elf Army Formation

Dozens of Noldor noble warriors were riding on golden-fur elf horses, looking at Changhe town in the distance with billowing black smoke with embarrassment.

Countless Drucci warriors in silver armor are fighting against the Sarleon defenders in Changhe Town, but this one-sided battle is enough to be called a massacre!

Under the continuous devastation of thousands of muskets and cannons, the whole city has long been reduced to a sea of ​​flames, and there are screams and wailing everywhere.

But obviously, such a cruel and bloody picture did not move these nobles, and the leading elf general even mocked:
"Cannons and muskets... Huh, I didn't expect that these same people would use inferior human weapons. It's really embarrassing for the elves!"

"Ildarian, those guys look as savage as humans, are they really our lost kin?"

(The two Noldor lords were officially renamed 'Aslendir' and 'Ildarian' due to sensitive words)
"It doesn't matter if they are of the same race, but although I despise them for using human weapons, their methods of dealing with humans are still worthy of praise."

The elven noble known as 'Ildarian' was looking with satisfaction at the Silver Mist Guard who was waving a halberd in the distance, cutting all the humans who tried to resist into pieces.

As the eagle general and family patriarch among the Noldor, he was obviously very satisfied with the bloody tactics of the Drutch elves.

Compared with the "upright Aslandil" who is also the patriarch of the elf family, his character is a bit vengeful.

If the aristocrat who came to negotiate this time was Aslandil, then he probably would have gone forward to ask why the other party wanted to slaughter humans.

But for him Ildarian...

Good kill!

These damn humans not only betrayed the elves for money, but also dared to imprison the Noldor elves as slaves. They deserved it!
If it weren't for the fact that most of the nobles in the same clan were unwilling to sacrifice their clansmen's lives to fight against humans, he would have already planned a few human villages to add to the fun.

Just as Ildarian and a group of nobles turned their attention to the burning town of Changhe, Dario had also recalled Lisadilan and Ange from the front line.

"My dear governor, why did you call us from the front?"

After glancing at the Noldor army gathering in the distance, Risadilan knew that his chance to perform had come, so he coughed a few times and came to Dario with a smile.

Seeing Lisa Dilan's unscrupulous appearance, Dario, the 'Chief Judge of the Tribunal', couldn't help but frowned and scolded:

"Don't play tricks, you are of the same family as those Noldor elves, would you like to act as a messenger with my people to see what's going on?"

"That's a good relationship, but I don't know if there are any small rewards for doing this job?"

"Hmph~ Do you want a reward? No problem, Lord Luohan should be here soon. If you want any reward, you can tell him directly."

"Ahem... No need, then, let Ange go with me, after all, if there is a fight later, there will be someone to take care of me."

Upon hearing the name of Dario Tyrohan, Lisa Dilan's face immediately collapsed. He was still a little afraid of the big boss who had grown wings.

Seeing that Dario no longer paid attention to him, Lisa Dilan could only helplessly take off the dragon leather armor on his body, put on a Noldor elf armor, and dragged Ange away from the army formation.

After passing through the Drucci defense line covered with barbed wire and trenches, the two finally came to the plain outside the forest and walked towards the army formation of the Noldor elves.

And the Noldor nobles obviously also noticed the two elves slowly approaching in the distance, and drew out their weapons one after another, their eyes full of alertness.

One of them, in particular, was wearing the armor of the Noldor, which immediately caught their attention:
"Look at that boy, does he wear the armor of our Noldor?"

"It seems to be... Could it be picked up from a young man who went out to practice?"

"It shouldn't be so shabby...it's Lisa Dilan!"

Looking at Lisadilan who was slowly approaching in the distance, the Noldor nobles didn't take this matter to heart at first, but then one nobleman reacted:
Isn't this the dueling master who killed Aslandil's nephew because of the duel and was finally sentenced to exile!
After all, Lisa Dilan was also considered a duelist with outstanding combat skills back then, and he often fought as a proxy duelist among nobles, so he naturally knew many nobles.

"Lizadilan? Is that the duelist who was exiled? I heard that he killed Aslandil's nephew, but I didn't expect him to be alive?"

Hearing that the nobles said they knew each other, Ildarian also felt some reflections. After learning about the other party's "brilliant record" from the people around him, a look of disdain gradually appeared in his eyes.

This disdain is not only aimed at Lisadilan who was exiled, but also a mockery of Aslandil who is full of benevolence and morality.

Looking at Lisa Dilan who was getting closer, Ildarian did not lower his voice at all, but deliberately yelled loudly:

"I didn't expect Aslandil to let his murderous enemy live until now. Could it be that his so-called harmonious lifestyle is based on hurting his close people?"

Hearing this, the surrounding Noldor nobles and warriors nodded together, obviously agreeing with Ildarian's proposal.

Hearing the loud discussions of the nobles, Lisa Dilan's face was slightly ugly, and he couldn't help pulling Ange, who was walking next to him with a musket, and said in a low voice:

"It's not a good person. You also know that I have committed crimes in the society of the Noldor elves before. Will they use me to kill me?"

"What are you afraid of? You are the one who came. You represent Lord Luohan's face. Don't embarrass us!"

Seeing that Lisa Dilan was so unambitious in front of the battle, Ange also looked at the other party with some disdain, then raised the musket in his hand and said in relief:

"Don't worry, Master Luohan's pension is still very generous. Besides, if something unexpected happens, I can shoot their heads directly, and then everyone will die together!"

"Don't! Brother, I still want to live for a few more years, please let me come when we negotiate later."

After suppressing the musket raised by Ange, Lisa Dilan didn't hesitate any more, but walked quickly to the front of the Noldor army formation, and shouted in Noldor language:

"Don't be nervous, everyone. We are envoys who have come to negotiate. Can you tell us why you are here?"

However, Ildarian did not intend to reply immediately. Instead, the noble next to him took the initiative and asked
"Lisa Dilan, you are so brave. After assassinating Master Aslandil's nephew with despicable means, you still dare to appear in the Black Forest?"

"Calm down, buddy, Lord Aslandil has already punished me, and now I am just representing the emissary of the Drucci elves to negotiate with you!"

Seeing that the surrounding Noldo warriors actually raised their composite bows at him, Lisa Dilan hurriedly raised his hands and shouted:

"Everyone, I came to see you as an envoy. We can sit down and have a good talk. There is no need to be violent!"

"Hehe, do you think those strange elves behind you will declare war on us for your life? You take yourself too seriously, mercenary?"

Hearing that Sadylan was actually planning to sit down and have a good talk, Ildarian couldn't help showing a sneer on his face.

Since there are very few remaining Noldor elves, there were tens of millions of Noldor elves back then, and there were more than a million troops!

Although they needed to serve the Sindar elves who could use magic, the Noldor elves at that time were still able to live a happy life.

After [Battle of the Titans], the entire Magic Continent was sunk by the magic of the Sindar elves, and the Noldor Elves could only come to Pendor Continent by a few large ships.

There are only a few thousand Noldor elves who have just arrived in Pendor, and they have to face the hostility and war of the Pendor people, so they have no choice but to choose to live in seclusion in the Black Forest.

After several centuries of development, the number of elves in the Noldor tribe finally recovered to tens of thousands, which also led to the fact that almost all the four families who fled to Pendor were related by blood.

And the noble elf that Sadilan killed with a poisonous sword in the duel was a distant relative of his blood!
"I wanted to negotiate with you at first, but it seems that you have involved yourself."

Seeing that Sadilan seemed to die under the arrow rain of the Noldor elves in the next moment, the corner of Ange's mouth twitched slightly. He really didn't expect the situation to turn into this state.

Even Lisa Dilan didn't expect that the other party would hold such a grudge. Facing thousands of arrows around him, he could only look helplessly at Ange next to him.

Good brother, I feel like I'm going to be cold, how about saving me?
Seeing Lisa Dilan cast a helpless glance at himself, Anger could only sigh helplessly, and then persuaded in some crappy Noldor Elf language:

"Everyone, we came here to inquire about the situation in good faith. I hope you don't make it difficult for us to rush."

"Hehe, this guy actually talks about us?"

The Noldor nobles looked at Ange in surprise, and Ildarian rode forward himself, looked at the other's pointed ears and asked in surprise:

"Why, why didn't you see your flying dragons, quickly pull out a few of them and let me see, is it a lie you made up?"

"I can understand that, are you insulting us?"

Hearing the other party's arrogant remarks like Asur, Ange, who was not good at all, touched the musket in his hand and turned Ildarian on the horse.

And Ildarian, who was originally a militant faction, was not afraid of Ang, but looked at Ang's pointed ears with great interest, and stretched out his hand to caress, while smiling:
"Although I don't know if you are an elf dressed as a clown in a circus, but let me touch it..."

Snapped!
A piercing gunshot made the already tense situation completely out of control. All the Noldor warriors pulled out their weapons from their waists and looked at Ange, who was holding the barrel of the gun, and Lisa Dilan, whose expression changed drastically.

"It seems that you can't do it either, strange elf, don't those of your race only have your level?"

On the horse's back, Ildarian firmly held the silver barrel that Ange was pointing at with his palm, and couldn't help laughing when he saw that the other party was unable to regain the barrel with all his strength.

He didn't care about diplomatic relations. For him, the continent of Pendor also belonged to the land of the Noldor, and any creature that touched Pendor was his enemy.

Be it humans or elves!
　PS: I’m going to deal with graduation photos and friends’ gatherings tomorrow, so I may not have time to update it, so let’s talk about QAQ in advance
　　
　
(End of this chapter)