The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 250

———A few days later, Sarleon City
"Run away!"

"The demon elf with wings is here again, everyone be careful of his black fire!"

"It's not good! His Majesty the King has given his posthumous posthumous title!"

……

The flames of war raged in the sky, and the smoke of gunpowder permeated the entire city, casting a bleak look on this magnificent city known as the "Golden Capital" in the past.

Looking at the vines and thorns growing continuously on the city wall, the defenders of Sarleon Realm, who had suffered heavy losses due to [Hellfire], began to howl and flee the city.

There is no way, because [Hellfire] cannot be extinguished by any physical means, so this kind of black fire that continues to spread throughout the city has already made them panic.

Seeing the Sarleon soldiers fleeing around on the city wall, Isabel in green robe obviously had no intention of letting them go, so she waved the scepter in her hand and shouted coquettishly:
"Forest Awakening!"

A green ripple visible to the naked eye immediately flew out of the staff in her hand, and began to continuously spawn the thorns on the city wall.

In an instant, countless thorns and vines were like dexterous poisonous snakes, eagerly pounced on those Sarleon soldiers who had no time to escape!

"No! Help me, I don't want to be like them!"

A soldier watched in horror as the thorns began to wrap around his legs, and scraped his body to bloody flesh with the fine spikes. He couldn't help asking his companions for help.

However, those comrades who used to be called "brothers" only hesitated for half a second before resolutely leaving him where he was.

They have not forgotten the lesson from [Hellfire], nearly a thousand comrades all died in the process of rescuing people, not even leaving their bodies behind!
What's more, the blood-sucked bones on the side of the road all warned them of the danger of these vines and thorns.

In the gray sky, Luo Han was flapping the pair of snow-white wings on his back, looking at the defenders who had abandoned their artillery and fled below, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"It's almost there. As long as this city is taken down, the remaining two small kingdoms will be nothing to fear!"

With the advantage of aerial vision, Rohan can clearly judge what is happening on the current battlefield, and make adjustments and deployments at the same time.

This feeling is like [Traditional Perspective of Total War] fighting against [No.1 realistic player], which is basically equivalent to a dimensionality reduction blow!

hold head high--

In the city, the war hydra, which had been hungry for a long time, was frantically shaking its five heads, spouting orange-red flames to burn the fleeing Sarleon soldiers.

At the same time, the ashen dragon riders who had suffered a great loss at the hands of the Noldor elves finally regained their lost face and began to attack the archers who lacked the cover of ballistas.

The entire Lion City is like a hell on earth. Countless corpses and flames spread all over the city, and the ground is full of melted gold particles, showing the city's past prosperity.

"Remember, according to Lord Rohan's order, unless they are civilians without any weapons in their hands, they will be dealt with as enemies!"

"What about the soldiers who put down their weapons and surrendered?"

"Except for those who did not carry weapons, all others will be executed!"

The Silver Mist fighters are not to be outdone, although most of the houses in Sarleon City have been burned by [Hellfire], there are still those captives who surrendered who can be killed!
Anyway, these strong and broken soldiers are also an unstable factor for the society ruled by Drucci in the future, so they should be eliminated altogether.

Anyway, after more than ten years, there will soon be a reserve army of strong and healthy servants growing in the fields, so there is no need to worry about the population problem at all.

Screams, cries, wailing, tears...

Silently looking at the citizens below who were falling down like wheat, there was no sympathy in Luo Han's eyes.

In the perennial life of Du Luqi, Luo Han, a young man who used to live under the red flag, has already realized a truth under the guidance of Lord Witch King:
'Some people deal with it too cleanly, which will eventually lead to disasters; but if some people don't deal with it cleanly, it will always be a disaster! '

Chaos is the enemy, and countless ghosts and ghosts are coveting the pure land created by Lady Misty, so someone must pay for it.

It has been almost eight years since Rohan came to Pande, and he didn't have so much time to educate the people of Pande little by little, so that they accept the rule of Drucci.

In contrast, Luo Han prefers to eradicate disobedient leeks directly from the source, and after waiting for more than ten years, a new batch of strong leeks will eventually grow.

"After all, it's the place to live in the future. It's time for them to stop."

Clang?
Watching the flames of war gradually burn towards the pyramid-shaped castle, Luo Han slowly put away the fire phoenix in his hand, and then slowly landed towards the palace.

Looking at the maids in the palace who ran away in panic after seeing him, Luo Han didn't pay attention to their plan, but walked towards the inside of the palace.

It is estimated that it will not be long before Du Luqi successfully occupied the Sarleon Realm, and the news that he is one step away from unifying Pendor will spread to the other two kingdoms, right?

As kings, they should also see what the current situation is like, and the unification of Pendor is only short of this last step.

Should he choose to surrender and add icing on the cake to his victory; or choose to resist stubbornly and bring new disasters to his people?
Really looking forward to what choice they will make!
"I hope you two won't be ignorant of flattery, otherwise I will waste a lot of time cleaning the battlefield, which is really not worth it~"

----a week later
As expected by Rohan, the successive fall of the cities in the Sarleon Territory really shocked the two kings far away on the other side of the continent.

Although they all verbally dislike King Ulrik, this does not mean that they underestimate the military strength of Sarleon.

After all, with tens of thousands of powerful cavalry and a large number of civilian troops of 10,000+, Sarleon can calmly face the declaration of war by four countries on the mainland at the same time.

In Ravencrow City, the capital of Ravencrow Realm, Gregory, who had always been calm, was angrily smashing the wine glass in his hand on the ground, and scolded the deserter from Sarleon Realm in front of him:
"Impossible, the entire Sarleon Realm's army of hundreds of thousands lasted for less than two weeks before collapsing. Even if there were hundreds of thousands of pigs, those elves would not be able to catch them for three months!"

"Grey...Your Majesty, the entire battlefield was full of elf shells and magic, and we had no choice but to escape!"

Hearing Gregory's angry reprimand, the Sarleon knight who was pinned down by several armored guards couldn't help but refute aggrievedly, apparently not thinking there was anything wrong with being a deserter.

After all, the entire Lion City was in chaos at that time, and the streets were full of flying dragons and elves slaughtering wantonly, so it shouldn't be too scary.

What's more, King Ulrik had already given his posthumous posthumous title in the palace, and the outermost city walls had also been breached. The knights couldn't even command the most basic counterattack.

Are you really going to let him be buried with Sarleon, which has lost its king and all its territories? What a joke!
Looking at the knight who had lost all his courage and glory, Gregory could only sigh secretly about the fate of the Sarleon Land, and then waved to the surrounding guards.

"Hahahaha—just wait and see, Gregory, those elves will never let it go like this, your kingdom will end up in the same fate as Sarleon Realm!"

Looking around at the armored guards with their hands on their weapons, the Sarleon Knight seemed to know his fate as a deserter, so he began to shout crazily.

Desperate cries spread throughout the entire castle, even the most resolute dragon knights felt terrified, and many maids were so frightened that they sobbed softly.

Seeing the constant crying around him, Gregory, who was already irritable, snatched the wine glass from the table, then raised his head and started drinking.

The cold beer was continuously poured into his internal organs, which were hot because of irritability, and Gregory's drowsy brain immediately regained a little clarity.

Feeling that the anger in his heart gradually calmed down with the drink, Gregory breathed a sigh of relief, and then turned his gaze to the silent nobles around him and asked:

"Everyone is an excellent fighter who has experienced many battles in the Ravencrow Realm. Now that you all know the ending of the Lion Realm, do you have any good ideas?"

"This……"

The nobles looked at each other in blank dismay. As the northernmost ice and snow kingdom of Pendor, they never thought that Pendor Continent would be forced to such a state by a group of elves.

Seeing that the nobles were hesitant to speak, Gregory walked slowly to the throne, rubbed his eyebrows tiredly and said in a low voice:
"Please speak freely now, otherwise, after this month, maybe we won't even have the chance to speak."

As soon as the words came out, the nobles began to think. Not long after, a gray-haired nobleman with long beards walked up to the throne, stroked his beard and whispered:

"Your Majesty, according to my humble opinion, I think we still have three ways to go."

"Are there still three? Let's talk about it quickly. Maybe a certain method can determine the future fate of the kingdom."

Thinking of the hope of continuing his kingdom, Gregory's eyes flashed brightly, and then he sat on the throne and prepared to listen to his opinions.

After noticing that everyone's eyes were on him, the old nobleman coughed lightly, and then expressed his opinion:

"First of all, the first is the one that I think is the least hopeful. We can stick to Ravencrow Realm, and at the same time form an alliance with the Kingdom of Filtzway to prepare for the invasion of elves;
The second is to transfer all the main forces of the kingdom to other continents through our naval ships that are crashing into the port, or directly capture island countries far away from Pendor;

The third is to surrender to those elves..."

"no!"

Before the old nobleman finished speaking, a middle-aged nobleman interrupted the old nobleman's speech impatiently, and then stood in front of the stage to protest:

"Absolutely cannot surrender. Isn't the lesson of Bacchus and Sarleon not enough? Those elves are all cruel and cunning. Do you want to let the massacre enter Ravencrow Realm? We should fight those elves to the end!"

"Count Otto, your behavior is making fun of the fate of the country. Would you rather see the flying dragon of the elf appear on Ravencrow City?"

"We must not surrender like this. Don't forget how heroically and gloriously our ancestors once defeated those Misty Mountain robbers. We can defeat the robbers with ice and snow, and we can also defeat the elves!"

……

The nobles were all arguing, and the noisy voices made Gregory's heart, which had finally calmed down, fall into irritability again, and he could only keep drinking dull wine.

However, the nobles below obviously haven't noticed the king's irritability. After all, they all want to express their opinions on this issue that determines the survival of the country.

However, after a few minutes, Gregory finally couldn't help standing up angrily and shouting, seeing the nobles below who still didn't stop:
"It's almost done, now all be quiet for me!"

Hearing the king's roar, the nobles stopped arguing and obediently chose to stand near the throne, waiting for the king to decide the next fate of the kingdom.

Gregory took a deep breath, then looked at the old noble who was already panting in the battle and asked:
"According to what you said, if we choose to surrender to the elves, how likely are we to avoid being slaughtered?"

"...Your Majesty, since there is no precedent of surrendering to the elves in Pendor Continent, I can only say that the probability is very small.

But there is one thing everyone knows, that is, if we choose to resist, if we lose the battle, we will definitely end up in the same fate as Sarleon Realm! "

The old noble's swear words surrounded the castle, and immediately won the approval of many nobles, but it also made the nobles who advocated perseverance show disdain on their faces.

surrender?

Heh~ I can guard Ravencrow Realm until I die of old age!

For them, the frigid glaciers and steep mountains of Ravenclaw felt like coming home.

Even the tens of thousands of the Jatu Legion and the Misty Mountain Army can only be crushed in the skillful bow and arrow and guerrilla warfare of the Ravencrowlanders!

As for the flying dragon?

The mighty god of bow and arrow, Urvet, will never just sit and watch these devout believers destroyed!

The confident nobles obviously don't know that the God of Bow and Arrow that they have been thinking about has long been reduced to a handicraft of Lady Misty, and is undergoing various experiments.

After being silent for a long time, Gregory finally recovered from his hesitation, looked firmly at the white-bearded noble below and said:
"Duke Adarian, since you have said so, we need to be prepared. You are responsible for negotiating with the elves to see what conditions they can dismiss if we choose to surrender;
Earl Otto, you are responsible for recruiting soldiers from all over the city, and by the way discuss the next battle plan with Duke Adarian. "

"As ordered!"

The two nobles saluted King Gregory without hesitation, and no one noticed the smile on the corner of the gray-haired Duke Adarian's mouth.

Through the thick plate armor, Adarian couldn't help touching his chest, where a silver cross was emitting a faint light!

(End of this chapter)