Perhaps he wasn't aware of his apathetic attitude towards life, but it wasn't without reason. When he was young, he played TV or computer games. No matter if the decision was right or wrong, it would only bring about changes in the numbers. The enemy would always be endless. When the main character died, it was just a matter of restarting a game or loading a file. It was difficult for someone who grew up in the video game generation to realize the importance of life.
When he came to the Lost Land, perhaps all he came into contact with were living beings. But in this place where the strong preyed on the weak, if he didn't kill people, they would kill him. When he was young and weak, he carefully protected his life with the thought that he couldn't fight, but at least he could hide.
When he didn't do things step by step, he almost jumped to a whole new level. Starting from the planning stage … no matter if it was a war or a street brawl, he would unknowingly bring himself back to the time when he was playing a game of chess or strategy. Fresh lives were added or lost one after another. In his habit, it was just a plus or minus one.
Perhaps this was the best state for a commander, but such a person couldn't avoid cruel and merciless comments. But … as an otaku, it would be strange if he was worried about other people's comments. As a professional keyboard warrior and internet troll, he was always afraid of real-life PK after flesh search. Comments and comments were just passing smoke.
So, someone who was chased out of the government hall gathered with the clones of the World Tree. At the same time, there were also the wood elves who held their majesty like treasures. They were also the main contacts of the allied tribes.
Although each wood elf tribe had different areas of suppression, everyone would still adjust according to the situation. And the main contacts were even more free. They could do whatever they wanted without restrictions. However, the main thing was to follow a certain mage so that they could discuss and make decisions immediately if any situation arose.
In war, changes were always better than plans. This was the case on Earth, and it was the same in the Lost Land.
The reason why it wasn't a certain someone's arbitrary decision was, of course, because Lin had never been a real commander of a war. No matter how many games he played, it was just another version of armchair strategy. In this regard, he had to consult experts who had real experience in large-scale battles. And it wasn't difficult to find people who had fought and led troops, as well as elven Extraordinaries who had even longer lifespans.
The people and trees that Lin He had gathered were, of course, discussing the gains and losses of this attack as a reference for attacking the next Elven Kingdom. Now that the teleportation tactic had been exposed, unless all information about the Amelan Elven Kingdom was sealed off, the other kingdoms would definitely be alerted, and the difficulty of their attack would be much higher.
However, such a situation was within his expectations. Compared to wasting manpower to seal off information, they had to be watertight. It would be better to find the weakness of this attack and prepare for the next one.
The most troublesome part of this tactic wasn't that they didn't know that they were going to launch a sneak attack. It was that even if they knew, they wouldn't know when they would launch a sneak attack. They could only be prepared all the time and be on tenterhooks all the time.
They could set off when they were in a good mood, and when they were in a bad mood, they could harass them. When they forgot, they could take it as a break, and when they remembered, they could find trouble again. Such a difference in initiative and passivity could be said to be a natural strategy of exhaustion.
Therefore, a certain someone hoped that all the Elven Kingdoms would know that there was a Sword of Damocles hanging over their heads. Perhaps it would make his future negotiations with the Elf Kingdom much easier.
However, a certain someone didn't want to carry out the first stage of this plan again. Anyway, the tactic had been exposed. If they were going to fight, they would directly flash and attack after exploring the target terrain. At the very least, they would put the sword on the other party's neck first, and then see how to "discuss" with the elves.
However, although it was a discussion, a certain someone and the World Trees were the ones who listened the most. The elves were the ones who talked the most. After all, this was a review of the details, and the details were what they were best at as combat experts.
To put it nicely, a certain someone was good at looking at the big picture and was good at macroscopic arrangements. To be honest, he was only good at talking and had no real ability at all. Therefore, at this time, it was better to listen than to come up with some bad ideas and let others see through them.
It was precisely because a certain someone was dissociating from the conversation that the other elves had a chance to intervene. The one who came up to talk to him was a familiar face in the past few days. The fat elf, Wydwork Futeng, appeared out of nowhere and approached him slowly.
There were no guards around Lin and the others to separate the crowd, and even the Amelan Kingdom's elves didn't restrict their freedom of movement. Therefore, the fat elf successfully approached a certain someone and said with emotion, "Mr. Cuipwood, you've really hidden yourself well. In the blink of an eye, the situation has changed. My king was caught unprepared by you. "
"Oh, Lord Dwork." Leaving the discussion crowd, Lin walked to the elf who had been quite friendly in the past few days. "I'm not deliberately hiding anything. Besides, didn't I tell you long ago that the longer this matter is delayed, the worse it will be for you? I've waited with these elves for ten days in vain. We're not as patient as the high officials of the alliance. The time we've waited can be counted in years. "
"Then, how did you investigate the layout of my palace? When did you do it?" The fat elf revealed a shrewd look and asked directly.
Since the moment this Magician entered the capital, he had been under the surveillance of several units of the kingdom. However, judging from the success of this attack, he had a good understanding of the layout of the palace.
Although the Amelan Kingdom's national policy was open to the outside world, it didn't mean that the palace was accessible to people of other races or elves of other countries and tribes. Under such circumstances, the only suspects were the guests who had visited the kingdom in recent days.
Of course, Lin knew that he was under surveillance. But what was interesting was that the other party trusted his magic skills, so all the surveillance was done with a spell — Arcane Eye.
Against this spell, which he had been playing with for a long time, the elves wanted to use Arcane Eye to monitor him. It was like showing off in front of a master. Whether it was cracking or concealing, it was too low-end. Lin directly transmitted the fake surveillance results back. Then, he would be free to roam the world as he pleased.
In comparison, the old-school method of monitoring by a real person was more troublesome. This was also the reason why, in the past few days, when a certain someone was always sleeping beside him, Lin had to spend a lot of effort to go out and scout the terrain. Furthermore, he could not sleep at night.
It wasn't that he was really good at it, doing it seven times a night until dawn. But after he put the other party to sleep in the second half of the night, he was busy with these sneaky things, which made him unable to sleep all night. He was not in good spirits during the day, and at that time, he was often mocked by Woodwork.
However, this part belonged to the category of trade secrets, and Marco Lin didn't want to casually reveal the mystery. Therefore, he just smiled and replied to the fat elf's question, "Putting a Magician under your nose means that you're prepared to deal with the challenge. You can't blame the one with better skills. "
Such an answer made Woodwork's face full of bitterness. He thought that the other party was a dish that could be easily manipulated, but when he took a bite, he realized that it was a plate of Devil Emperor Chili. Not to mention a toothache, it was the kind of feeling where he couldn't find the toilet.
In the blink of an eye! The Magician, who had a relaxed expression, looked at a certain place seriously, and at the same time, raised his right hand high, holding a human head that appeared out of thin air! In the next moment, an arrow silently pierced through the air and accurately hit that head. Powerful magic power erupted in an instant, and it was about to engulf everyone present.
With a release of his hand, a spherical space barrier confined the human head, arrow, and explosion all in a limited space that could be seen but couldn't be touched.
Looking at the strange blue-white flames that should have been splashing and burning with all the elves and humans present as fuel, they were confined to the sphere and couldn't overflow. All the elves were angry and surprised, and two different feelings filled their chests. The only human present calmly looked at the flames under his hand that kept stirring and rolling in the spherical space.
This was a different use of space from Blink. It originated from his own dream tower, which later ran into the dimensional gap and opened up a secondary dimension.
Basically, someone still didn't have a good way to use it. Because being sent into this created space, everything would be corroded by the different flow of time and laws of physics, which was even more unsolvable than the alien energy dilemma faced by Blink.
However, throwing such large-scale indiscriminate attacks that could explode, poison gas, or rain of arrows into this unique space had fewer sequelae than the dimensional banishment spells used in the past. At least there wouldn't be a situation where someone whose house was littered with garbage suddenly ran out to protest.
As for the human head that had just blocked an arrow for him, it was actually the archer. The other party wasn't far away, only aiming at him from a tower three hundred meters away. Because the other party didn't attack at first, Lin treated them as a spectator. After all, there were many people like this.
Looking at the attitude of the surrounding elves, Lin asked, "Well, do you all know the elf who just died?"
"Gatu Gobis, the pillar of the kingdom, the general of the first legion of the Amelan Kingdom. Deeply trusted by our king, he was granted the use of the national treasure – the Elven Emperor's Bow. This is a divine artifact personally created by the eighth emperor of the Elven Empire, and it is also a treasure passed down from the empire. "
The one who answered was the fat elf, Wydewok Futen. He remembered the reproach of a general who had just asked him how he let the mage leak the layout of the palace under their surveillance, and asked him to come and ask. Now it seemed that the other party wanted him to be the bait. After luring the other party out, he would let the pillar of the kingdom general shoot him in one fell swoop.
But … everyone underestimated this mage, including those on the forum and in the Guild of Thieves, who claimed to be omniscient and knowledgeable. If this human was as everyone said, an elven Extraordinary and a general who attacked from a distance, then in the blink of an eye, his head would be used to block his weapon. Either he was blind, or the world was crazy!
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