Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

The battle on the Wing of Wayne is drawing to a close.

The elves left behind on the boat were either sailors in charge of ballistas or spellcasters with no combat effectiveness. All the senior officers had been assassinated by the parrots long ago. Facing Goethe's elite, they had no chance of winning.

There is no chance to even hide in the complex hull structure and wait for the opportunity to destroy and assassinate.

Because the parrot is more familiar with the structure of the battleship than the elves on board.

And the defensive battle on the deck was also a big victory.

The elves who swam from the island and tried to seize the ship have also been repelled, with heavy casualties.

After repelling the group of elves, the captain can re-invest the elites into the elimination of the elves on board, and the scale of victory is tilted further, and in the end, the human race wins.

"You surprised me."

After the end, the captain came to Kant and saluted: "Mr. Kant, I apologize for the presumptuousness before, thank you for bringing us victory, otherwise it will be a hard battle."

He didn't ask why Kant was able to infuse the crossbow arrows in the Sacred Seal Island, where extraordinary power was banned, because it is only natural for the strong to have secrets... Besides, when he picked up the fire axe fragment that day, he already had it. Some kind of guess.

Kant nodded: "You're welcome, I'm helping myself."

The captain bowed and said, "You really helped us a lot, and I don't know how to thank you."

While speaking, the Cleveland Cavaliers hurried to the deck and were relieved to see that Kant was safe.

Kant was afraid of his nagging, so he went straight back to the bow to look at the scenery.

The knight didn't have time to beep with Kant. He wanted to confirm the situation with the captain. They reported the situation to each other, exchanged views, and finally brought up Kant.

The captain told him a little bit about what had happened earlier.

Cleveland's eyebrows stood up.

He asked directly, "How many people know about this?"

The captain shook his head and said, "Apart from Oliver's few gunners, no one knows the details. I just said that Mr. Kant brought the alchemy potion from the East, and they believed it."

The knight pondered: "Are they reliable?"

The captain said, "They are all wise men, and I will tell them."

Cleveland pondered for a moment and said, "All sailors who have witnessed this must tell us that we must hide the role that Mr. Kant played in this battle, especially after returning to the mainland, we must not mention this battle to outsiders. Captain, do you understand?"

The captain nodded slowly: "I understand... So, does Mr. Kant also leave with us?"

Cleveland glanced at Kant's figure, shook his head and said, "I don't know... The princess has her own plans."

At this moment, Kant suddenly turned his head and shouted: "Hey! The island is on fire! It's not the fire on the beach, but the fire on the mountain, and it seems to form a letter! I don't recognize it!"

The knight was stunned for a moment, and walked quickly to the bow with the captain, looking far into the distance, but his eyesight was limited, and he could only barely see the sparks shining in the dark. Kant handed the telescope over.

The knight took it, looked at it for a moment, and said in surprise, "Elfwen... surrender?"

Kant raised his eyebrows and said, "The elf was beaten? Is this about to surrender?"

Wow, surrendering after a few ballistas is too decisive, right? What about world domination? Are they Italian?

The captain narrowed his eyes: "It must be a trap."

He explained to Kant: "You are from Aurora, you don't know the situation on the mainland, how arrogant the elves are, treating the tribes in the mainland as uncivilized barbarians, and asking them to surrender to humans is simply more uncomfortable than killing them. Since the outbreak of the war between Dusk Moon and Goethe, there is almost no precedent for both sides to voluntarily surrender."

Kant thought for a while: "If that's the case, why would you use such a clumsy strategy?"

"I think about the same thing as Kant."

Cleveland put down the binoculars and said, "The elves have already been defeated. According to their usual style, they should accept the outcome of their defeat proudly and dignifiedly. ?"

The captain retorted: "They lost a capital ship, which is enough to shame the entire Elf Royal Navy. It is not surprising that they will do anything to retake the ship."

Kant said: "Okay, stop arguing."

The two were quiet.

Kant took out a handheld camera, called for the pigeon, tied it to its body, and said while tying it: "What the **** is the elf wanting to do, you can see it... Be careful."

The dove flapped its wings and skimmed across the dark sea.

Kant instructed the pigeon to just take a picture of the surrounding situation from a distance, but the pigeon seemed to have his own idea this time. He even hung the camera and flew directly in front of Adjutant Myron.

Adjutant Myron held a long, sharpened stick with a white flag on it.

He stood woodenly beside the fire, the wood spelling out the elf word "surrender", the scorching fire stinging his wooden soul, and now he is like a walking dead.

The dove flapped its wings and came to him.

He glanced blankly, and then his pupils shrank suddenly. The bird is an ordinary bird, but the things bound to him are extremely strange, especially the round spar lens, which is like an eye.

The shape of this thing... reminded him of the stunning images and installations in the Rift Mountains.

In an instant, Myron guessed the function of this kind of thing.

Sentinel Eye?

He stared at the shot with bloodshot eyes. Undoubtedly, the owner of this shot was the culprit who set up a poisonous plot and led the captain and his party into the underground space... It must be so.

Even the reconnaissance team was killed one after another, even the tragic incident at the temporary command post, and even the fall of the Wayne Wing, all of which were part of this poisonous conspiracy, gradually weakening the elf's advantage until victory was achieved.

The Wing of Wayne fell into enemy hands.

The five hundred sailors were almost dead and wounded.

Goethe's victory would be an eternal disgrace to the Royal Navy.

Is it all because of the owner of this thing...

Myron clenched his teeth tightly, and his rage and hatred set off a huge wave. He could not wait to exchange his soul for a moment of powerful strength, and die with the culprit.

But he thought of the scenes in the previous underground space, the shrill roar of Ser Taizer, the arrow that was shot, the will and pleading of the sergeant engraved on his soul through words.

Adjutant Myron's complexion became hideous, and the blue veins were exposed in the hand holding the white flag. His legs kept shaking, becoming more and more violent, and finally, bending down a little bit.

The elf knelt on the ground and lowered his proud head.

Unprecedented gesture of humiliation.

He said dumbly: "I, Myron Ekles, the adjutant of the Wings of Wayne Marine Corps, under the order of the captain and the captain of the Marine Corps, on behalf of the Wings of Wayne, propose to you an unconditional surrender, I want to see Your commander, send him an important message, please... accept it."

Blood was dripping from his lips.

The hand almost broke the flagpole.

Even his breathing stopped for a short time, his face flushed red, and his chest made a sound of breathing like a neigh. The double pain of physical and mental torture tormented him, making him retching silently.

With his other hand on his chest, he hissed, "...Please."

The elf's head was slowly buried in the soil.

Humble and embarrassed, all the grace and arrogance disappeared without a trace.

Just like a dog.

He murmured, "Please..."

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PS1: The first update.