It was a quiet and peaceful Elven town.
Unlike human towns that mainly focused on trade, the Elven town was more of a place for the warriors of the nearby Elven villages to interact and train.
Unlike humans, even an underage Elven kid would have superb archery skills and decent melee swordsmanship. It was just that most Elves loved art, music, flower art, dance, and so on, so they refused to become fighters.
As Forest Elves who were naturally free, they could choose the direction they wanted to develop in, and no one could interfere with their free will.
It was just that the higher-ups of the Elven Kingdom wanted to prevent the lower-level Elves from indulging in themselves and causing the entire Elven race to slack off. That was why a town-sized training ground like Jintha'Alor was set up outside the most common Elven villages.
Every year, the Elven villages around Jintha'Alor had to send outstanding Elven Warriors and young Elven boys and girls to this place for training. The former would become fighters and join the Elven Kingdom's army. The latter was similar to militia training, so that these young Elves would not completely neglect the traditional archery skills that the Elven race relied on.
Hence, when it came to the level of elites, Jintha'Alor was definitely ten times or even a hundred times more elite than the surrounding Elven villages.
Some of the elites who completed their training here would join the proud Elven Army, while others would return to their birthplace to join the local garrison. Either way, it was a form of growth and strengthening for the Elven Kingdom.
The whole of Jintha'Alor was built on a small hill with a relatively gentle slope. From top to bottom, from inside to outside, training grounds of various sizes could be seen everywhere, and the content of their training covered most of the aspects of the profession advancement.
Of course, there was also a small Elven tribe of 300-400 people in Jintha'Alor. They were not fighters, but commoners of the Elven race. They settled in Jintha'Alor mainly to provide logistical support for the Elven Warriors who came to participate in the training.
After all, Jintha'Alor was only a training camp at the border of the Elven Kingdom. Usually, there would be no more than 200 elites training there. If the same training camp was moved to the central mountain range, there would easily be tens of thousands of elites gathered together to learn from each other.
As a standard training camp, Jintha'Alor also had a certain number of Pegasi, Hippogryphs, and Chimeras, but they were mostly used as training mounts. Thus, usually, Jintha'Alor's defenses and defenses depended entirely on the Flower Fairies and Green Fairies who were good at hiding.
In the forest around Jintha 'Alor, there were natural creatures that were close to the elves. As long as there was the slightest movement, their restlessness would be immediately detected by the Flower Fairies. These palm-sized Flower Fairies that could hide in budding flowers and behind large leaves were the best scouts the elves had sent out.
As long as they existed, it would be very difficult for any foreign race to sneak into the elven settlement.
Because of these advantages, the Elves felt that they were safe as long as they hid in a forest!
The elves didn't believe that anyone would be able to sneak attack them from thousands of miles away in their own home ground, in the Magic Forest where they were born and raised. Hence, the security of Jintha'Alor was even more lax than that of the Elven villages along the coast …
It was the time when the afternoon sun was at its brightest.
On Jintha'Alor's uneven hillside, there were the figures of the elves training hard.
Amidst the soft shouts and clangs of swords that rang out from time to time in the Sword Dancer Training Field, half-naked elven warriors with enchanting elven battle runes on their bodies brandished their long and shiny elven blades as they fought in groups of two.
On the other side of the platform, which was slightly higher, was the shooting range for the elven archers. There were enthusiastic cheers from the young elves. Every time a comrade shot an arrow into the bullseye with cool archery skills, it would cause the crowd to applaud.
On the slope of the hill, there was a Pegasus and Hippogryphs training ground. The little fellows who wanted to become elven knights climbed on the backs of the Pegasus and Hippogryphs in trepidation and rose into the sky with ear-piercing screams.
As for the back slope of the hill, it was the gathering place of the Druid Order.
Young Druids gathered there, listening to the teachings of the Druid elders and trying hard to understand the Heart of Nature. But most of the time, they would leave the camp and walk into the magical forest, eating and living with the Nature magical beasts. This way, they would understand their habits and temperament.
The Druid's' Wild Nature Transformation 'was learned through this method of observation and copying.
More Druids even managed to recruit a powerful magical beast as their animal companion after spending some time together. This way, when he stepped onto the battlefield again, he would have a solid and reliable figure to accompany him in battle.
…
The giant floating ship flew high above the clouds.
Because the weather was too good, most of the clouds were light and thin, so the giant floating ship had to be very careful not to expose its huge metal body.
Standing on the edge of the ship, the witches used their own means to have a panoramic view of everything that was happening in Jintha Alon below them.
Looking at the energetic, youthful bodies, all the witches revealed grim smiles on their faces. They were indeed a bunch of ignorant and fearless little fellows! They did not seem to realize that their kingdom, their home, was already on the brink of war, and they had become prey in the eyes of others …
While they were immersed in the illusory happiness and safety they had created, the war beasts had already opened their huge mouths, ready to swallow them whole.
"Dacela, take five Archer magic weapons to the south of Jintha'Alor and set up an ambush … Dana, take your people and block the west … Anguja, take the Canine Devils and guard the east … Cheff, take two Destiny Witches and guard the north … The rest of you will launch a surprise attack on Jintha'Alor and try to disrupt the order of the elves as soon as possible."
"The main force of the battle will be the Combat Magic Weapons. Tigole, take 50 Magic Weapons and charge from the front. Break up all the organized elves. You don't have to be responsible for the subsequent clean-up and capture. You just need to rush to the top of the hill in one go … "
"Sophia, take the rest of the Destiny Witches and follow behind Tigole. You'll be in charge of the second wave of attack …"
"Zacha and I will be in charge of getting rid of the rank 2 creatures and powerhouses …"
"Endor, before the battle begins, you must complete the work of poisoning …"
"As for the esteemed Dark Witches, are you satisfied with this arrangement, Lord Ulthar?"
"What do you think, Lord Ulthar? Are you satisfied with this arrangement?"
Grimm arranged the positions of the people participating in the battle in one go.
Although they were a little dissatisfied with seeing a wizard flaunting his strength in front of them, after listening to his arrangements, many of the Dark Witches had satisfied smiles on their faces. Even Ulthar laughed coldly in reply, "Don't worry, Wizard. When the battle begins, we Dark Witches will not be a burden to you."
"Sisters, it seems like some people are still worried about our strength … Later on, show your viciousness and strength, and let those stupid wizards go to hell …"
Ulthar's arrogant words immediately caused the Dark Witches to laugh coldly. One by one, the sinister-looking Dark Witches in black robes took out their magic staffs and scrolls, silently arming themselves.
At this moment, the giant airship had already slowly floated above Jintha 'Alor. Under Grimm's command, the huge metal airship surged with mana, propping up several energy fields and defensive force fields before rapidly descending.
Such a huge object suddenly appeared in front of them through the clouds. The metallic body of the airship shone dazzlingly under the bright sunlight, making it difficult to ignore.
On the uneven training grounds and platforms of Jintha 'Alor, many elves noticed the abnormality in the sky, shielding their eyes as they squinted to observe.
However, just as they were discussing what this huge object that suddenly appeared was, countless black dots suddenly appeared on the rapidly descending airship, flying towards the surroundings of Jintha 'Alor.
The troops guarding the perimeter had already set off!
"Endor, release the poison!" Grimm said in a low voice.
At this moment, Endor was sitting cross-legged on an empty space on the flight deck. The metal deck around him was filled with winding and mysterious runes, and streaks of pale green halos rose from the Sorcerer's Bracelet from time to time. Within the Bracelet, there was a terrifyingly dense ball of green smoke.
"Lord Grimm, I still need to borrow your Poison Spirit!" The Poison Centipede Endor took out jet-black poison cakes from his robes, breaking them into pieces and throwing them into the Sorcerer's Bracelet as he smiled at Grimm.
Grimm did not say anything. He lightly patted his waist, and the Sorcerer's Spell Book that was hung on a silver chain flashed with a green light, and a strange green puppet the size of a palm floated out of thin air.
This puppet had eyes, ears, a nose, a mouth, and a nose. It also had hands, feet, arms, and legs, and its wooden body was filled with strange and gaudy runes.
Seeing the Plague Poison Spirit, the Poison Centipede Endor, who always had a gloomy expression, had a kind smile on his face. When the Plague Poison Spirit saw the Poison Woman, it appeared in her arms in a flash, calling out 'Grandma, grandma' non-stop.
"A poison-type marionette?" Ulthar, who was at the side, saw this and tilted his head to look at Grimm, "Kid, I didn't expect you to have some knowledge in the Poison Magic. You can hook up with another Witch of Death later …"
Grimm could not be bothered with this fellow who had always disliked wizards. He only ordered in a low voice, "Endor, do it!"
The Poison Centipede Endor responded, and immediately put the Plague Poison Spirit into the Sorcerer's Bracelet with a sinister smile.
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