The volley was met with a deathly silence on the battlefield. Not to mention the mood of the Donbass Kingdom's elven defenders as they looked at the city wall ravaged by powerful magic. Even the 1,000-strong wood elven allied army that used the mass-produced elven emperor's bow had mixed feelings. When everyone had a hero's weapon, no one could be happy.
Although the wood elven commander who was temporarily in charge of the 1,000-strong elven army felt the same way, he still had his duty. Holding the wooden staff that the World Tree gave him the right to control, he shouted the order to attack. "Nock the arrows ~, raise the bows ~!"
Although the wood elves were a temporary army, but in the face of the World Tree's authority, they were more disciplined than a well-trained army. Therefore, when the commander gave the order, the wood elven archers obeyed without hesitation. They took out their exclusive magic arrows and nocked the elven bows. The word 'emperor' was removed, and there were no more than 1,000 emperors. They raised the bow high.
"Move to the right ~, fire!"
The bowstrings were loosened, and the second volley was aimed at the city wall that was originally attacked, but moved to the right. In fact, this was a conventional attack method used by archers. They hoped to use a dense rain of arrows to cause the greatest damage.
But under the volley of the elven bows, there were no living things on this section of the city wall, not even the rats and cockroaches hiding in the crevices of the walls. If they really wanted to cause the greatest damage, the wood elven allied army could have targeted the next section of the city wall. The reason why they only moved to the right was that their purpose was to intimidate, not to kill.
The elven defenders, who were familiar with each other's tactics, quickly distanced themselves from the first wave of attacks under the command of the captain of the garrison. Therefore, apart from the momentum of the second volley, it didn't cause much damage.
The seemingly useless second volley was in fact just a message that the wood elven allied army intended to convey to the Donbass Kingdom. Since such an attack could be launched a second time, there would be a third and fourth time, until one side collapsed.
This message was, of course, accurately conveyed to the one who could make decisions in the Donbass Kingdom. The old king, who was hiding in the city gate tower, witnessed everything. When the legendary weapon became the enemy's standard equipment, his first reaction was to suspect that he was still asleep. His second reaction was naturally to curse the guy who should have properly safeguarded this precious treasure passed down from the elven empire.
His trusted generals gathered around the king at this time. Although no one spoke, everyone's attitude was very clear. As the king of the Elf Kingdom, Mihailo VI had to speak up to break the deadlock. He asked, "Did anyone survive the attack on the city walls?"
The general in charge of guarding the city wall shook his head and said, "Your Majesty, I've already sent someone to confirm it. Before the second volley, no one was left alive. '
The old king asked again, "Generals, is there any way to fight back? They couldn't possibly ask the fallen God of Elves to mass-produce divine bows and arrows, could they? Since it was a mass-produced weapon, its power was bound to be inferior to the original divine artifact. Then there should be a chance to deal with him. '
The elven generals could only look at each other. If they had known earlier that they would face such an attack, they would have been able to make more preparations in advance and not be as helpless as they were now. Even though he knew that the king was speaking the truth, even if it was not as powerful as the original artifact, had he ever considered the issue of quantity? A thousand-man army armed with divine weapons would be a killing machine no matter where they went.
"Maybe …" A young general said, "… we can send a Wizard legion to fight them?"
"Then we'll lose this legion forever." An old general followed up, but his words were full of ridicule.
Those who were good at archery were quite sensitive to the fact that they were being shot. Finding the source of the attack and then fighting back, this was an ability that almost all elves had.
Using a Wizard legion as a legion was actually just the Dunbas Kingdom boasting. In terms of numbers, this' legion 'was less than 10,000 people, and not even a quarter of it was enough to bombard a legion of elven archers. He must have wanted to be abused in all sorts of ways. Only then would he do that. The difference in attack speed and flexibility between the two sides was like heaven and earth.
The only rotten idea that was put forward was instantly beaten black and blue. The elves could only continue to remain silent. But everyone knew that they couldn't continue to drag it out. The other side would launch a third and fourth volley of attacks to increase the pressure. When the pressure broke through the limit, it would change from intimidation to massacre. No enemy's patience was limitless.
"Father, let me talk to them." Mihailo VI's son, the crown prince, came forward and said at this time.
However, as a father and the ruler of a country, the old king only frowned and looked at his child without replying. The crown prince naturally understood his father's concerns. He said bluntly: "Father, we're not surrendering. We're just giving them what the other side asked for. What's more, didn't the coalition army say at the beginning that they would leave as long as they got what they wanted? They have no reason to stay. If we choose to go to war, it will only be our people who will be harmed. How unwise is that? Besides, what they want is the World Tree, so what's the harm in giving it to them? "
When His Highness the crown prince mentioned the World Tree, known as the mother tree, he had a displeased expression. Of course, this was because he knew the truth about the World Tree under the control of the Elven Kingdom. Especially now that the tree was no longer in the hands of the royal family. This situation had been going on for a long time, and there seemed to be no good solution.
His ancestors once tried to replace it with a group of people to watch over it. But even if the first generation of elves was loyal to the king at that time, what about the second and third generation? How many elves could still inherit that loyalty?
It was a big dye vat. No matter how loyal an elf was, if they entered, they would be the same as the original. They would either wallow in the mire or be replaced. There were no exceptions. And because the World Tree was too far away from the capital, many times the royal family could not take care of it at all and could only let the Divine Wood Guards do what they wanted. Over time, the royal power of the Donbass Kingdom could no longer enter the territory of the World Tree Vera.
Would it be a pity to give up something that was no longer in their hands? His Highness the crown prince felt that it was not a pity at all. Instead, it was very satisfying. But the old king, Mihailo VI, who understood the real relationship between the two, knew that it was not so simple. His son was very sharp in small matters, but he could not see the big picture.
But this time, he had raised a point that the old king would also agree with. Giving up the World Tree was not a loss to the royal family. On the contrary, the elven families that controlled the World Spell would have a different ending according to the method chosen by the Wood Elven coalition army.
And he did not give in from the beginning. He resisted, but was that something that could be resisted by human strength? According to his son, he was not surrendering. He was only giving them what they wanted and sending them off. In this way, he would have an explanation for his subjects.
Otherwise, as a military layman, he could imagine that if the kingdom wanted to win this war, the greatest chance would be to drag the other side into the city battle, so that their mass-produced Elven Emperor Bows would not be able to shoot at will. Greatly reduce the other side's advantage, and then divide and encircle …
The opponent was a group of Wood Elves! Not the surrounding human countries. The other side had the same advantage that his elven army was proud of, or even better. Therefore, Mihailo VI agreed to his son's suggestion. He asked, "In that case, who is willing to be the emissary and make this trip?"
No one would take the initiative to bear such a great responsibility, or rather, a humiliation, be it humans or elves. Therefore, the elven generals present all looked down, their hearts as still as water, and did not move. However, the one who proposed this was not so calm. The crown prince eagerly said, "Father, let me go. After all, not all generals know the location of the Mystic Forest. Let me go with the allied army. I believe that this sincerity will be enough to make the other side stop and trust us. "
He instinctively did not want his heir to be in danger, but after considering that the other side's goal was not the kingdom, but the World Tree. He should also understand that it was meaningless to use a prince to threaten the elves who controlled the World Tree.
Moreover, this matter was essentially a surrender, but he did not want to bear that name. Letting his son, the heir to the kingdom, handle this matter should be the best choice. Therefore, Mihailo VI agreed to this arrangement and let his most trusted knight protect this child that he had only gotten in his old age.
The wood elven army naturally did not know what was going on outside the capital. Seeing that there was still no response from the other side after two volleys of arrows, the commander could only raise his staff and give the order, "Set the arrows! Raise the bows!"
Just as the wooden staff was waved and the arrows were released, the sharp-eyed elves saw a white chess flag rise from the top of the city wall. The commander hurriedly retracted his staff and gave the order, "Withdraw the arrows."
The elves in the horizontal formation quickly and neatly relaxed their bowstrings and put the arrows back into the quiver on their backs. All the elves looked at the center of the formation, which was filled with all kinds of strange flags. That was where the leaders of all the wood elven tribes and the elven kingdom's generals were. It was also where the human was.
A certain someone was standing in the formation and yawning insensibly. He first noticed the elves' abnormal actions, then noticed the white flag on the top of the Donbass Kingdom's city wall. The meaning of the white flag in the Mystic Forest was the same as the original meaning of the white flag in Europe on Earth. It meant to stop the war first and let everyone negotiate. It did not mean surrender. It was also possible that both sides could not reach a consensus and would continue fighting.
Since the other side was willing to negotiate, this was obviously a good thing. He did not intend to kill all of them. Therefore, Lin also looked at the messenger of the World Tree, Yuktrasir. This elder elf was also a Transcendent. He was one of the few people in the wood elven army who could convince the masses. Even if he wanted to speak up, many elves still did not take him seriously.
Therefore, Lin naturally delegated the task of communicating with the elves to this Druid elder. The Elven Transcendent, who was inexplicably assigned a few tasks, naturally knew what this human's expression meant. Helpless, he could only step forward and contact the other elves for various tasks.
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