10,000 elves surrounded the underground cavern where the Night Elves were. Ever since the fire incident a few days ago, the Wind Forest had sent another 5,000 elite guards over to get rid of the Night Elves in the shortest time possible.
Although the Night Elves had gained quite a reputation on the Norland Continent recently, there were only slightly over 1,000 of them so far, and most of them were slaves with low abilities.
If it weren't for the complex topography of the underground cavern and the endless traps and spell formations, the guards would have exterminated the Night Elves long ago.
This encirclement had been going on for more than 10 days.
This place was within the territory of the goblins, and goblin spies often appeared in the mountains not far away. There was even a goblin army stationed several kilometers away. Although they were hiding in the underground cavern, according to the high priest's detection, there were more than 10,000 of them.
This encirclement had to be completed as soon as possible. The long supply line and the harsh environment around the underground cavern were not easy for the elven guards who participated in the encirclement.
Because of the mining, the underground cavern was surrounded by barren mountains. The bare mountain rocks couldn't block the cold wind for the elven warriors in this cold winter.
It rained a few days ago, which made the situation even worse. Many elven warriors were already frostbitten.
They couldn't drink the sweet flower dew or eat the fresh and delicious food. They had to endure the cold in this world of ice and snow while gnawing on the cold dry rations. The elven guards were a little dispirited.
"Brother, tell me, we were also captured. Why should we help them go against the princess? She's fighting for us, isn't she? " A young elf looked around, and whispered to the elf beside him when he saw that there was no one around.
"The princess is a good elf." That elf looked in the direction of the underground cavern with a gloomy expression, and said, "But what she's doing won't succeed. If we want to live, we have to accept our fate and be inferior to others. This is our fate."
"But …" The young elf still wanted to say something.
"Stand up, all of you!" Right at this moment, a loud shout accompanied by the crisp sound of a whip rang out. A tall elf wearing golden armor and riding a tall magic beast retracted his whip. He looked at the elf who had been whipped, and shouted, "Stand up, all of you! Don't think that you've worked hard. You still have food to eat every day. "The traitors on the mountain are completely out of food. Lord Borg has said that if we don't accept surrender, we'll surround the Catacombs and starve them all to death!"
All of the elves who were eating lunch stood up one after another, and most of them wore complicated expressions on their faces.
Some of them were captured by the demons and brought back to The Wind Forest before being exiled. Most of them were ordinary elves who were classified as low-level elves and were forced to undertake military service.
They didn't have the freedom to choose. They took on the most dangerous missions, received the meager amount of food, and lived a slightly more dignified life than the slaves in the guards.
When Princess Irina raised the banner of freedom and rebellion, and announced to the entire continent that she would fight for freedom for the low-level elves who were oppressed at the bottom of the elven society, they became the sharp blades in the hands of the nobles who enslaved them.
Their swords could only be swung at the Elves who were braver than them, the Elves who fought for freedom.
They silently endured the whips and insults of the high-level elves, all for the sake of the rations in their hands that were hard to swallow and to survive.
The world outside the Wind Forest wasn't beautiful. If they fell into the hands of the demons, their lives would be worse than death.
The world described by Her Highness was very beautiful, and freedom was so desirable.
However, in the face of the powerful rule of The Wind Forest, even the powerful Her Highness could only hide in the Catacombs with the Night Elves and die of hunger.
"Let's eat." The elf from before took a big bite of the rations in his hand and whispered to the young elf. He stared at the elven general, but his heart was filled with helplessness.
The young elf's eyes were filled with tears. He put the rations to his mouth, but he couldn't swallow them.
The elven general said with a smug expression, "Master Borg said that we'll be able to collect the corpses of those traitors by tomorrow at the latest, thereby putting an end to this laughable rebellion. Hierarchy can never be overthrown, just like how those traitors can never have food."
At this moment, a rich barbecued meat aroma suddenly wafted out from all the holes in the Catacombs. It was blown by the wind, and instantly drifted in all directions.
"It smells so good!"
At the foot of the mountain, the eyes of the elves who were still holding rations in their hands lit up. They subconsciously swallowed their saliva when they smelled the aroma of the barbecued meat. Then, they couldn't help but start to search for the source of the aroma.
The rich barbecued meat aroma made them salivate crazily just by smelling it. The elves who had eaten rations for more than 10 days and hadn't eaten a single bite of meat almost had no resistance in the face of this aroma.
This aroma was simply too tempting. It was far beyond the aroma of the roasted game that they usually encountered by chance. Just by smelling the aroma, they could almost see the glistening barbecued meat on the fire.
"This aroma is coming from the Catacombs. They haven't run out of food yet! They're barbecuing meat! "
Some elves exclaimed. Their voices were filled with envy and yearning.
The elves quickly confirmed that this aroma was indeed coming from the Catacombs. The fact that it could come from the depths of the Catacombs and create such a strong surrounding effect meant that there was definitely a lot of barbecued meat. It was probably to the extent that everyone could eat it.
The elven general who had previously declared that the Night Elves had run out of food and that they could launch an all-out attack tomorrow to get rid of all the traitors changed his expression.
These words were personally said by Lord Borg during this morning's meeting. According to the information from the spies, the Night Elves should have run out of food for a few days now. They didn't even have any wild vegetables. How could there still be barbecued meat?!
"This must be the scheme of those traitors. They've been besieged for more than half a month, and no one has been able to escape. They've long run out of food and ammunition! Pick up your weapons and guard these Catacombs! " That elven general was exasperated. He whipped the long whip in his hand in the air and left quickly on his mount. This matter had to be reported to Lord Borg immediately.
"So the Night Elves still have rations!" Many elves heaved a sigh of relief. They didn't want to kill their own kind, not to mention that they were all elves of the same status as them.
Meanwhile, the eyes of the elves who were originally looking down on the Night Elves also lit up.
A young elf put down the coarse rations in his hand, and asked his brother, "Brother, since we're all living for food, why don't we stand up and eat meat like them and live freely?"
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