The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 249 Brave Noldo, Not Afraid of Difficulties

Seeing the fog gradually dissipating in the room, Rohan immediately left the tent, then found Dario who was arranging the logistics work, and explained Anger's affairs.

When he heard that Ange could not only be blessed by Ms. Misty, but also become the spokesperson of Bretonnia, Dario, who had never been blessed, couldn't help expressing envy:
"Really, it seems that An Ge is really lucky, so when will I be blessed?"

"Actually, your current strength is not bad. Compared with the mass-produced weapons assigned to the soldiers, which time did I not hand over experimental weapons to you to try something new?"

Faced with Dario's complaints, Luo Han could only comfort him helplessly. After all, Ms. Misty couldn't choose Dario, so he could only use other methods to make up for it.

Whether it was a bolter that was still being tested or an experimental tank that was about to be completed, Rohan would give priority to replenishing Dario's troops.

Of course, Dario knew about this, so he only made complaints verbally, and then seriously reminded Luo Han:
"My lord, this time the Noldor elves' sneak attack cost us hundreds of excellent warriors. Although we don't know why they attacked us, we must be careful."

Regarding Dario's reminder, Luo Han nodded silently, and then turned his gaze to the endless black forest.

He also couldn't understand why the Noldor elves wanted to attack him, but now that the shackles of war had been released, he could only choose to fight.

After thinking for a moment, looking at Changhe Town, where the Black Dragon Flag has been rising, Rohan flapped his wings again, and said to Dario:

"Your task is to guard the city, prepare to resist the sneak attack of the Noldor, and wait for the reinforcements of the follow-up troops.

The war to unify Pendor will be carried out by Isabel and I. After we successfully unify the entire Pendor, we will gather all our strength to deal with the Noldor Elves! "

"As ordered!"

After hearing Rohan's next arrangement, Dario's face immediately showed a dignified look. After all, the pressure from the Noldor elves is not insignificant.

In the battle just now, he had already seen the difficulty of those Noldor elves, and the sense of oppression brought by those amazingly powerful Sindar weapons was too great.

But now, he can mobilize nearly [-] Drucci soldiers, nearly a hundred cannons lacking rune shells, and several Pendor servants.

Although there seemed to be a large number of them, the outer walls of Changhe Town had been destroyed, and at the same time lacked defensive equipment, there was no danger to defend.

Under such circumstances, once the Noldor elves took advantage of his unstable foothold to launch an attack, it would definitely be a bloody street battle!

"In this case, then I will first strengthen the city defense and prepare to resist the Noldor elves."

Thinking that the Noldor might launch an attack at any time, Daario didn't care about chatting anymore, and hurriedly left the camp after saluting to Rohan.

Seeing Dario's back gradually going away, Rohan also jumped up from the ground, looked at the silver mist fighters who were withdrawing from the black forest in the distance, and prayed secretly in his heart:
"The unification of Pendor Continent is just one step away. It's best not to let me know about any accidents in Changhe Town, or I'll let them see what cruelty is!"

However, Rohan and Dario didn't know at this time that the Noldor elves had also given up their active attack in the castle of Eraclay deep in the Black Forest.

——Black Forest, Ella Clay

As the last resting place of the Noldor in this world, the whole of Eraclea is a castle made of magical materials as brown as autumn leaves.

The nearly [-]-meter-high city wall is dotted with large and small shooting holes, among which you can even see a few elegantly shaped magic forts, which are obviously relics from the Sindar tribe.

On the city wall, the guards of the castle were looking at the defeated Noldor army below in panic. The large number of wounded even made them suspect that the demon army was attacking.

Looking at the few thousand remaining members of the Ildarian family around him, Aslandil on the horse suppressed the anger in his heart and shouted to the guards on the city wall:

"Open the city gate and block other exits from the city gate at the same time. Unless you get permission, no elves are allowed to enter or leave from now on!"

Hearing Aslanduil's angry shout, the guards on the city wall hurriedly raised the iron gate engraved with magic runes, and at the same time opened the magic array used to hide the castle.

hum~
With a strange noise, this majestic castle standing on the edge of the lake immediately disappeared from the sight of ordinary creatures, and even the footprints leading to the castle disappeared.

Seeing that the trail leading to Erakle had been cleared away, Aslandil breathed a sigh of relief, and then led the army towards the castle.

The interior of the castle is like a huge tree hole, and countless winding bridges are like spider webs, connecting the various caves in the castle.

After hearing the movement, the Noldor civilians all walked out of the cave one after another, and looked at the dusty Noldor army below in fear. For some reason, it became the current situation.

At this moment, a Noldor elf dressed as a nobleman ran out from the cave in the center of the castle. He looked at the remaining Noldor army in shock, and then asked Aslandil:
"What happened? These are the troops that Ildarian secretly brought out of the castle. Why are these the only ones left?"

"No way, that fellow Ildarian made a big mistake after all. He miscalculated the strength gap between us and the Drucci elves, and launched a surprise attack on them."

"This... what about Ildarian, why didn't I see him?"

Hearing the nobleman's inquiry, Aslandil closed his eyes in pain, then looked at the defeated soldiers behind him and sighed:

"When I arrived on the battlefield, Ildarian had already died from the magic of Lord Drucci, and I can only find a way to bring back the remaining troops."

Upon hearing that Ildarian's army was actually defeated in the sneak attack, the noble man couldn't help cursing the opponent's incompetence in his heart, and then asked nervously:
"What about... those Drucci elves, have they chased after them, and has Erakle's position been exposed?"

"No, some fighters voluntarily stayed behind, and those Druccis didn't chase too far, so they shouldn't have been exposed."

Hearing this, the noble man breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at the wounded who were being carried down for treatment in a daze, obviously not yet recovered.

After all, unlike Drucci, the birth rate of the Noldor elves is the same as the beef in beef instant noodles. You can't say he doesn't have it, but it's really rare.

Usually, in one year, more than a hundred lucky ones would be born in the entire Noldor tribe, and that would be a matter of joy and encouragement.

And today, the number of Noldor elves who died in battle is already equal to the growth of their ethnic group over the past few decades!

"Let's go, this matter needs to be discussed with the other two families. We must decide what the Noldor should do next!"

After recovering from the heavy loss suffered by the ethnic group, the noble man walked towards the cave in a somewhat unsteady manner, obviously not yet recovered.

Undoubtedly, if the Noldor were able to fight against other human kingdoms on the continent of Pendor, they would not be able to afford this brand new war with the Drucci!
Aslanduil obviously understood this problem, and a look of sadness flashed in his eyes, and he was also dissatisfied with Ildarian's behavior in his heart.

According to his original plan, he was trying to maintain a harmonious coexistence with the Drucci elves, and jointly develop the Pendor Continent and other new continents to achieve mutual benefit and win-win results.

But don't talk about reciprocity and win-win now, the Drucci elves can agree to their request for a truce, thank God!

Then Aslanduil followed the noble man into the cave, and in the hall of the cave, several Noldor nobles who were also wearing splendid costumes had been waiting for a long time.

Seeing Aslanduil enter the hall, the two leading elves stood up from their chairs one after another, and one of them asked first:
"Keller von Ill and I have already heard about the specific situation. The war with the Drucci elves is inevitable. What's your opinion on this?"

"I suggest sticking to Ella Clay, so as long as we don't take the initiative to expose the location of the castle, we can avoid disputes like when we first arrived in Pendor continent thousands of years ago.

After time has healed the scars between the two races, how about we find a way to propose peace talks to the Drucci elves and sell some of the benefits in exchange for peace? "

After thinking for a while, Aslanduil expressed his inner thoughts. Although this plan was somewhat conservative, it was also the most suitable for the Noldor elves with almost infinite lifespan.

Unlike the elves of the Warhammer world, the Noldor die only from brutal war and heartbreak from the loss of a loved one, so they have plenty of time to develop and wait.

After listening to Aslanduil's suggestion, the elf patriarch who asked the question immediately flashed approval in his eyes. Obviously, as a dove, he didn't want to see more wars.

However, another elf patriarch named [Kellerfon Ill] did not agree so much. Seeing that the two of them seemed to be preparing to defend themselves, he asked a little angrily:
"Have you all forgotten our dead clansmen? Although Ildarian committed a stupid war crime, he is still one of our clan leaders!
Moreover, those Drucci elves have also shown their greed for Pendor, and their false gods are killing those innocent human gods, and their crimes are no less than that of Az Dahaka!
Since we occupy a favorable location, we should send out patrols to raid their caravans and villages, engage in guerrilla warfare with them, and consume their vital strength! "

After finishing speaking, he slapped the table in front of him a few times, as if to bring some persuasiveness to his words.

Obviously, compared to the dove Aslandil and another elf patriarch, Kelevan Il is a hawk leader who is the same as Ildarian.

Of course, the reason why he advocated war so much was not only because Ildarian's death made him angry, but also because Ildarian's sneak attack had his support.

"No, we have already lost Ildarian. At the same time, there are still a large number of Sindar weapons captured by Drucci. Even if we launch an attack, how much damage can it cause?"

However, Aslandil directly rejected his suggestion. After all, regardless of right or wrong, they have lost the advantage of continuing the war:

They have lost the suddenness of the war and lost the opportunity after failing the sneak attack; although they can use the Black Forest to carry out guerrilla warfare, they cannot form an effective counterattack at all, and they have no advantage.

More importantly, the failure of this sneak attack also caused a large number of young and aggressive members of the Eagles to die on the battlefield. The civilians who have experienced the civil war of the Sindar tribe will definitely not want to have another civil war among the elves!
The time and place are favorable, and although there is no such saying in the Noldor, Aslendir can still feel that the advantage of war has disappeared.

After listening to Aslandil's advice, the hawk leader who was left alone had to give in, and responded with some unwillingness:
"... Well, I agree with you for the time being, but once you find that the Drucci elves have entered the Black Forest on a large scale, then you must send out troops to fight back!"

"No problem, but you also have to make sure that you won't take the initiative to attack those Druccis. It would be bad to lure them to Ella Clay."

The three lords at this time obviously didn't know that in Changhe Town on the other side, Dario also adopted the same tactics as them.

In this way, the entire Black Forest fell into a strange tranquility, as if there had never been a war between elves, and even the Noldor patrol that had attacked the caravan disappeared.

Of course, this doesn't matter to Dario either.

Anyway, his task is to defend the town of Changhe. As long as those Noldor elves don't sneak attack the city and village, then he will be happy to relax!

———A few days later, Cliff Bay
Compared with the chaotic Changhe Town battlefield, the Cliff Bay battlefield under Isabel's charge is much more peaceful.

Of course, this so-called peace is relative:

"Isabel...has she come to M recently? How could she become so cruel?"

Looking at the Cliff Bay, which was almost completely covered by plants, and a large piece of blood-sucked Sarleon soldiers' bones on the side of the road, the corners of Rohan's eyes couldn't help twitching slightly.

If it wasn't for the black dragon flag planted on the city wall, he might have thought that the legendary heretics had invaded Cliff Bay.

After landing on the castle at the top of Cliff Bay, Rohan first took a look at the cityscape built on the strait, then entered the castle and found Isabel in the bedroom.

Since Rohan had already obtained the alchemy potion from the Witch King to help humans prolong life, Isabel is still youthful now.

"Hi~ Lol, I seem to have some problems with my body because I cast too many spells, can you check it for me?"

Looking at the bunny girl on the big bed who seemed to have been prepared for a long time, Luohan slowly closed the bedroom door, flapped his wings and said with a smile:

"Be careful, eagles like to eat little white rabbits~"

(End of this chapter)