The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 438: Diversion from the South to the North
Aspa Grassland is a plain located at the southernmost tip of the Kingdom of Airion. It is also the dividing line between the Kingdom of Airion and Itaien.

This plain has always been inhabited by a small number of nomads and manor owners from the Kingdom of Airion. Due to the sparse population, dense fertile grasslands and wild animals can be seen everywhere.

Dozens of wild horses are resting leisurely on the grass. They happily enjoy the sweet grass and fresh dew in the plains. The war in the north has not had any impact on these wild animals.

However, such a leisurely life obviously cannot last for long:

Clang——

There was only a blood-curdling scream heard in the sky, followed by the sound of breaking through the air and a terrifying cloud covering the horses, which scared the wild horses and fled into the distance.

However, the threat from the sky could not be escaped by ordinary means. Only the sound of sharp objects piercing into the flesh was heard, and a painful scream suddenly came from the wild horses.

After the sand and dust covering the grassland dispersed, a wild griffon living on a nearby hill was seen grabbing its trophy and arriving on a huge rock isolated in the grassland.

Hahahaha~
The boulder was used as a chopping board to place the body of a colt. The griffon was using its beak full of sharp teeth to easily tear open the soft belly fur of the colt, devouring the plump and juicy sausage.

Suddenly, the griffin that was eating nervously looked up at the plain in the distance. The eagle eye, which could see thousands of miles away, was keenly aware of the looming threat in the distance:

A refugee team consisting of dozens of elves was marching hard in the golden wheat fields relying on carriages and trailers. From their slightly thin faces, it was not difficult to tell that they had not had a full meal for a long time.

The golden and plump wheat grains were trampled under their feet at will. As long as they wanted to, they could stop and start harvesting the ripe crops in this ownerless field for a feast.

However, at this moment, they did not dare to stop moving forward at all, because they were still hundreds of kilometers away from their destination - Lothern, and there was no time to waste on harvesting food.

"Mom, when are we stopping to set up camp for dinner?"

On the carriage, a young elf girl was teasing the little white rabbit in her arms boredly, and then looked at her mother next to her with her innocent eyes and asked curiously.

Ever since the news of the fall of White Flame City came, the family living in Tal Airil, the capital of the Kingdom of Airion, has been busy migrating to the south, and has not been able to eat well for several days in a row.

Now she only felt that her butt was sore from being bumped, and at the same time, she wished she could lie down on land and sleep peacefully like never before.

Upon hearing her daughter's inquiry, the mother could only suppress a bitter smile on her lips and comfort her softly:

"Don't worry, it will be safe once we cross the Aspa Grassland and arrive in Itaien. Then we will book a tavern in Lothern and have a good rest. Our little princess will definitely be satisfied."

"Okay...but I'm so hungry. The black bread I had in the morning felt so bad."

"There's nothing we can do about it. Just wait until tomorrow. Tomorrow we will find a fire by the river and have a hot meal. You will be full by then."

The mother hugged her daughter with some distress, but he could only try his best to deceive her first. After all, there was an army of dark elves pressing behind them. As refugees, how could they dare to stop?

However, fate is like the silent Asuryan, always able to let the situation develop to the worst on the most fatal issues.

rumbling--

I only heard waves of unfamiliar roars coming from behind. A high elf rider at the front of the refugee queue changed his face and looked behind him hurriedly:

The clear blue sky behind them was mixed with a little black smoke visible to the naked eye, and many dense black spots could even be seen pressing across the grass, heading towards them quickly!
"It's Drucci!"

"Their speed is too fast. Don't worry about the heavy goods. Everyone, run for your lives!"

"Hurry and hold on to the edge of the carriage, we're going to start accelerating!"

"Wow ah ah-"

……

When they learned that the dark elves were pursuing them behind them, the ranks of the refugees were filled with noises, curses, and cries, as if they were about to fall into an endless hell.

High elves never threaten children that dark elves will appear and take them away when they disobey, because even the youngest high elves know how cruel and terrifying dark elves are.

Those bloodthirsty compatriots will most likely imprison them as slaves and torture them to death!
As the driver began to wildly wave the whip in his hand, the carriage gradually began to speed up, trying to escape the sight of the dark elves.

However, the carriage carrying the refugees could not move quickly even after abandoning its heavy objects, not to mention that it was not being pulled by horses that were good at long-distance running, so it was soon overtaken by the Dark Elf army.

"Everyone quickly form a circle and protect the children in the middle!"

Seeing that there was no way to escape, the leading high elf rider could only pull out the bow and arrow from his waist and came to the side of the carriage, and then looked desperately at the steel chariot in the distance getting closer and closer.

creak creak-

The tracks ruthlessly crushed the surrounding mature crops and farmland, and hundreds of steel chariots were like charging war beasts, marching neatly towards the junction of Elyon and Etain.

"The powerful Asuryan, the pure Lilith, the kind Elsa, the selfless Ladelia... please keep our family safe and sound!"

The girl's mother was squatting in the center of the carriage with a look of fear on her face, praying continuously, sending devout prayers to every god she knew in the sky.

The girl poked her head out of the carriage curiously. She could see the steel monsters passing right by the carriage, and the dark elf soldiers filling the carriage didn't seem to pay them any attention.

"What should I do? Why did these dark elves appear at the border so quickly?" "Everyone, be careful. These evil Druchi are probably planning some terrible conspiracy. Please don't leave here without permission!"

"Asuryan, bless me. I have only lived two thousand years, and I still don't want to die..."

The surrounding refugees still formed a circle in fear. They did not understand why these Druchi did not slaughter them all, so they could only continue to speculate on their fate.

At this moment, a dark elf soldier seemed to notice the girl in the carriage. He casually took out a square object from his arms and threw it in the direction of the girl.

This sudden move scared the surrounding refugees into panic. They looked at the girl opening the square object in fear, and then asked in panic:
"Careful! Is it some kind of dangerous weapon?"

"Yeah, it's a freshly baked sandwich!"

However, to the surprise of all the refugees, the small package that fell into the girl's hands was not a dangerous item. Instead, it was a steaming meat sandwich, which immediately made those simple children burst into tears.

Due to the influence of demonic corruption and the loss of the country due to the war, the food production of the entire Ulthuan has been greatly reduced, and even fresh bread has become very rare.

Before the refugees could react, more packages containing supplies were thrown over from the subsequent steel chariots, and then a dark elf commander shouted to them:

"Go back to your hometown immediately. At present, all the territories in Elion have been occupied by us. You are now dark elves!"

"what?"

"There is a specially set up supply point in the north, where there is fresh food and free housing. You only need to hand in all your weapons to officially become a part of us."

The dark elf officer left, but the shock these words brought to the refugees still lingered in their heartstrings.

Druch actually didn't kill him... What kind of joke is this? !

Although many refugees suspected that the news was probably a conspiracy played by the Dark Elf officers on purpose, they currently lacked supplies and shelter and had no other options.

What else can you do? Go back as soon as possible. The dark elves are here to benefit the family!
However, there are still some knowledgeable older generation of high elves among them who look even more ugly, because they all realize how much ambition is hidden behind the good intentions of these Druchi:
These dark elves, who used to only think about killing, this invasion is not just about plundering and destroying, but they are really preparing to rule Ulthuan as their own territory!
————Aspar Plains, inside the military camp
The aroma of barbecue and beer filled the air above the entire camp. The dark elves who were holding a victory banquet were singing and dancing around the campfire, while in the distance were the jealous eyes of the refugees.

Due to the war, a large number of refugees from Tyranlock and Avalon were accumulated in the Kingdom of Elion, so the refugee camps prepared by Rohan in advance were overcrowded.

Although Rohan provided them with a little broth and bread, even he couldn't afford to waste a lot of logistical supplies.

Therefore, although Rohan can now go all the way south to Lothern to launch a siege, the thorny administrative problems at the rear cause him to postpone the attack to deal with these refugees.

In Rohan's golden tent, Rohan was sitting on the couch, looking at the pile of drafts in front of him and thinking deeply. Then he asked Dario, who was also busy processing documents next to him:
“How long can our food last?”

"This is not a problem of food. Our food reserves can completely feed the entire Ulthuan and there is still enough left, but then we have to free up the mages used to transport cannonballs to transport food."

Dario casually handed a document to Rohan, which recorded in detail the current Wild Hunt elves under their command that can use the blood of the ancients, the limit of cargo they can carry, as well as the currently needed weapon supplies.

Although after several years of development, Rohan has already gathered a large group of Wild Hunt elves under his command, it is obvious that the most important thing is that these Wild Hunts are used to transport ammunition and military supplies.

Rohan also understands this, but currently the entire Ulthuan is experiencing an unprecedented food shortage, and he also needs to supply His Majesty the Witch King and Malus's army, which can be said to be a problem with two problems.

“Can’t we bring agents back into cities and villages, and maybe we can restore the productivity of cities to self-sufficiency sooner rather than later?”

"Most of the refugees are skeptical of our rule. We are thankful that they can stay peacefully in the refugee camps without causing trouble to us. It would be difficult to command them."

"Then support a small number of weak groups to lead the majority of strong groups, and let us support them, just like we did in the colonies. Can we suppress this situation?"

"... Difficult, even those nobles who surrendered were mostly willing to surrender on the surface, but secretly they always imagined that the high elves could regain their lost territory, and they were most likely disobeying our orders."

puff~
Rohan's body lay completely on the soft couch, he closed his eyes and thought for a moment before helplessly shaking his head and sighing:

"I understand, they will help whoever wins. The reason why they still have illusions now is probably because the news that the Phoenix King started to gather troops some time ago has spread, so they have illusions."

Rohan knew very well why these elven nobles had this mentality. After all, he was bombarding their city with heavy artillery not long ago and killed a large number of nobles on the battlefield. It would be great if both sides could live in peace immediately. Where's the ghost!

But even so, Rohan does not intend to let go of these surrendered high elves. Since these nobles are still holding on to their useless glory, he can definitely take the grassroots route.

The reason why these elven nobles dared to resist his rule in such a big way was simply because they felt that the high elves still had the possibility of winning.

In this case, then I will take away all your civilians and see who else you noble nobles can rule!
"...Tirnaria should be able to accommodate a lot of elves, right?"

Rohan's voice faintly reached Dario's ears, and the loyal lieutenant immediately understood what the other party meant, and then nodded and said:

"The number of births of the Ayn El and Noldor elves is not that large, so even if you take away the refugees from Tyran Loch, Avalon and Elion, there will be no pressure."

"Okay, then let me force all these refugees to live in Tilnaria. Don't they want to live and work in peace and contentment? Then I will give it to them!"

After speaking, Rohan looked at the various fresh delicacies and freshly squeezed juices being served by the maids on the table, stood up, put on his napkin and said:
"This is too much in the year of great disaster~"

(End of this chapter)