Azoloren Forest, King's Grove, where the Oak of Times was located.
Alaier's Chosen One champion, the hero of the Wood Elves, Aralos, was reading Laing's letter. His face was full of black lines.
A million lions, a thousand members of the Holy Grail?
Who are you trying to fool?
Deceive me? Don't you know how many troops you have? Deceive the serfs? Is there any use?
Deceive us? Although Aislin was autistic, he knew the situation of the entire old world like the back of his hand. Wood elf mercenaries, wild forest rangers, and intelligence organizations from all over the world sent information to this great forest in an endless stream. If Leon had said that he had brought out an army of a hundred thousand, Aralos might have sent someone to confirm it, but an army of a million … that was too much.
Deceive the Orcs? Did he need to deceive the Orcs with their intelligence? How could he deceive them? Mogul was known for his lack of intelligence and reliance on instinct. It was useless to deceive him.
Aralos couldn't understand why Laing was doing this.
However, during the long expedition, Aralos had indeed gained enough experience. He thought for a moment and vaguely felt that he seemed to have grasped something.
He was acting.
Aralos knew that he was acting.
He knew that Aralos knew that he was acting.
But he was still acting.
And it was obvious that he intended to continue acting.
Aralos wanted to give Laing a "righteous" tapestry.
Lord Tarsyn could feel that Laing wasn't a fool. Since he did this, he must have other intentions. The current situation was that the alliance between the Brittany and the Wood Elves was close and they were advancing and retreating together.
Since he was going to act, he might as well act to the fullest.
Aralos raised his pen and wrote, "To His Majesty the Knight King, Laing Macado, the letter has been received. Queen Alaier is in Amir and is preparing for the ceremony. All the troops of Aisley will be under my command. All the generals in the army will be under my command. The reinforcements will be drawn from the ten kingdoms.
Aralos hesitated for a while and wrote, "The total military strength is 400,000."
That's right! You have a million lions, I have a 400,000 army!
A 1,400,000 army! Wouldn't the cricket demon Gu Er be killed with a snap of his fingers?
After he finished writing, Aralos, who usually didn't talk much, but liked to joke and play humor, laughed out loud. The Lord of the Tarsyn Woodland leaned on the table and laughed until tears came out.
Who are we, Aisley, and this group of chivalrous people putting on a show for? Empire? Wasn't the Empire busy dealing with the Chaos Tide in the north and preparing for the Holy War in Sylvania? Southern countries? The southern countries had never cared about this place. Could it be that they were putting on a show for the dwarves in the mountains?
What do those dwarfs know?
Aralus laughed for a while, and then his face became serious again.
Now that Queen Alaier was presiding over the ceremony, the Twilight sisters weren't around, and Laing hadn't been resurrected, Aralos was the actual leader of the Wood Elves. He had been facing a series of problems recently.
First, there was the recent news from the various kingdoms. The Wood Elves had discovered a worrying problem. The number of newborns was decreasing, and the corruption of Chaos was increasing. Many Dryads were becoming more and more hostile to the Wood Elves and were constantly trying to steal or murder newborns. At the same time, due to the failure of the Great Guardian, the wind of Chaos was eroding the Magic Net and the forest, causing the animals to mutate. The food source was decreasing, and Orcs were spawning in the forest from time to time.
This was also why the wood elves had signed a military alliance with the Knight Kingdom. The wood elves urgently needed a more stable external environment, a stable source of food, minerals, and products, as well as a sufficient amount of profits from exports. Only then would they be able to maintain the vitality of their society and maintain a stable birth rate.
Perhaps many people felt that Aralus was brave but not astute, or perhaps he was in the past. But now, Aralus wanted to maintain this impression so that he could benefit from it.
Aralos had studied the population decline of the High Elves and Dwarves. The reason why the High Elves had a population decline was already mentioned in the previous article (high happiness, high welfare, involution), so it will not be repeated here. As for the population of the Dwarves, Aralos had also seriously studied it.
For example, why was it that in the dwarven kingdoms of Breezeburg, Copper Mountain Fort, and Horn Fort, most of the female dwarves would not give birth to more than four children, but most of the female dwarves in Sea Gate, Eight Peaks Mountain, and Eternal Peak could give birth to more than eight children?
Aralos had never been to the Eternity Peak, but King Belega and King Bernoff in the Eight Peaks Mountain and the Sea Gate Pass strongly encouraged fertility. More children would be given more subsidies, and they would enjoy many fertility benefits and guaranteed educational opportunities. Belega even announced that those who had more than eight children would be awarded the "Medal of the Heroic Mother". They were encouraged to give birth to more children, and the kingdom would pay for them to raise them. Give birth to more children and contribute to the revival of the Angran clan!
The Dwarves of Eight Peaks Mountain urgently needed more people. Only with a large population could they defend their homeland, mine, recover their lost land, and rebuild their fortresses. Eight Peaks Mountain was too big. More than a dozen fortresses, workshops, and mines were empty. Many opportunities were waiting for the Dwarves. Belega promised that no matter how humble or weak the clan members were, they would have the opportunity to become lords and join the Angran clan's Sworn Guards. Countless jobs were waiting for the Angran clan's newborns and all the Dwarven immigrants.
Therefore, Aralus was not only happy to form an alliance with the Kingdom of Knights, but also felt that it was necessary. In Eislay, he was a staunch "supporter of Ryan" (despite the fact that he loved Ryan because of Lilith). When Alaier was not around, it was Aralus who stood against the majority and suppressed the voices against the conclusion of a military alliance and the formation of an alliance with Brittania.
However, Aralus also wondered if it was really necessary to give the Twilight sisters to Devonshire as his maids in order to form an alliance.
If the Wood Elves wanted to interfere with external forces, they would follow two policies. First, if the other party was an incapable ruler, then it would be best to control them and put the interests of the Wood Elves first. In fact, many Dukes of Brittany had been controlled in this way throughout history.
If the other party was a powerful ruler, then the Wood Elves would keep an eye on them and appear when they were in danger. They would take the initiative to show kindness and help them. This would make the other party remember their kindness and prioritize the interests of the Wood Elves when considering the interests of their own country. For example, this was how they treated Laing and Karl-franz.
But why would they arrange for Devonshire? Did he have the right to speak? Did he have military power?
Aralus also had some thoughts about the Twilight sisters, but he could only accept it now.
The second matter was a magic letter placed on the table. It was from Prince Azarion of the High Elf Kingdom of Iris and Belenar of the White Tower Council of Spellcasters of the Kingdom of Saffry.
It was a letter asking for help. The High Elves were asking the Wood Elves for help, hoping that the Wood Elves could send an army to help rescue the trapped little Queen.
Yes, after spending a lot of time to reassemble the army, Azarion finally set off from Iris and prepared to go to the Old World. For the promise he made to his friend Tyrion, he once again tried to save the little Queen.
Iris had also been invaded by demons. Azarion spent a lot of time to expel the Chaos Demon Army from the mist. After that, he tried his best to gather the army without affecting the defense of Iris. There were only about 1,200 soldiers, plus Princess Etilla's chariot army, which was only about 1,400 soldiers.
That's it? Huh? That's it? 1,400 soldiers and you want to save the little Queen? You had a large group of Legendary heroes, 2,000 elites, and the Supreme Dwarf King personally led reinforcements and you still couldn't save her. Now that the Dwarves are ignoring you, you think of us?
The Brittany next door already has a million lions!
Go away and play with your eggs! Aralus threw the letter aside without thinking about it.
To this day, many Wood Elves still missed the Elven Empire and yearned for Ossouin. But few people understood the High Elves' thoughts better than Aleil's Chosen Champion. In the eyes of the High Elves, Exoloren was just a colony separated from its homeland for many years, not a sovereign country.
This was an insult.
Only two people could order the proud Wood Elven hero to do things he didn't want to do. One was Aleil, and the other was Lilith.
After dealing with all the matters, Aralus also led the army to battle.
The Wood Elven army of 20000 was the largest army the Wood Elves had gathered since the battle of Muxilon.
The Wood Elves' Legendary Taras Eagle Guard and Aralus' personal Grey Eagle Guard were ready.
The Vaal Champions of the Starlight Furnace joined the army with greatswords.
The Dracula Hawkeye Archers of the Wild Forest were ready to fight Morgul again.
The Eslai Battle Dancers of the Forest of Deceivers couldn't wait to offer their magnificent dance steps to Loik, the God of Deceit.
The Eternal Guards of the Heart of Winter were ready to set out.
The Woodland Knights of the Heavenly Scar River were prancing through the forest.
The Warhawk Knights of the Moonspring Forest were soaring through the sky.
The Woodland Guards of the Midsummer River were listening to the whispers of the Forest Spirits.
It was winter, and the Dryads were all asleep. They wouldn't be able to help in this battle, but this wasn't a big deal to Aralus and Aralus.
Because the hunting season had arrived!
Beep ~ Beep ~ Beep ~ Beep ~ Beep ~
Empire Calendar Year 2522, January, Amir, Withered Lands.
The Knight Army and the Wood Elven Army were gathered here.
At first, the Knight Army entered the forest under the guidance of the Wood Elven messengers and guides. The humans were very curious about all this at first. They forced their way through the dark, quiet, and opaque forest. An ancient and natural aura assaulted them. Many years later, the Great Forest of Azoloren still retained a small part of the original appearance of the world before the Saints descended. This made the humans, who had short lifespans, very curious. The Wood Elves, on the other hand, looked at the short-lived humans with mocking gazes and talked about this and that.
The pitiful short-lived humans couldn't understand the Great Forest's Web of Life and the power of the Origin. Even if they were told, their short lifespans and low logical thinking abilities meant that they wouldn't be able to understand everything.
Thus, most of the humans' questions couldn't be answered.
But there were exceptions, such as …
"Sister Nestra, Sister Alohan, do you usually stay here?" Devonshire was sandwiched between the two older sisters. The Twilight Sisters each held one of his arms. Many people were envious of Devonshire's luck with women, but only Devonshire himself knew how hot and passionate his two older sisters were. One looked as cold as ice, but the other looked as shy and seductive as she was lively and lively.
"Yes, we usually live in the Great Forest."
"We often help people who run away from home. Little brother, are you interested in traveling with us for a few days in the Great Forest?"
"If Devonshire wants to come, we can bring you to Uncle Dace's Starlight Furnace and King's Grove's Oak Residence. There's good food and fun things to do there."
"Come with us. No one will bully you, because only we can bully you!"
The Twilight Sisters went on and on. Devonshire didn't have much resistance and was about to agree in a daze. Fortunately, the baron knew that business was more important. "I'll ask Father when the war is over."
"Then it's a promise!" Nestra pecked Devonshire's left cheek lightly.
"You can't run away, little brother." Alohan kissed Devonshire's right cheek heavily.
Devonshire's face reddened. He had already forgotten about Alissanda. He decided to listen to his father's advice. The most important thing was to cherish the happiness in front of him.
However, as they went deeper into the Great Forest, the scenery in front of them suddenly changed drastically.
The trees and woodlands first turned from emerald to soft green, then to dark green. Then, they began to wither, rot, and distort. The Great Forest was in chaos.
The forest was a scene of chaos. The entire forest had withered and died. Malignant tumors grew on the ground. Twisted fruits hung on the trees one after another. Some were even bigger than a deer. Many strange creatures had lumps on their faces, extra hooves, tentacles, and even heads. They looked like they were in extreme pain. They roared and attacked any creature that appeared in their sight … and even attacked themselves.
Of course, these mobs couldn't stop the knights. Laing killed them with two Psionic Storms. However, the strange scene before them was still deeply engraved in everyone's minds.
"This is Amir, the Land of Withering." The Lady of the Lake walked beside Laing. Her expression was very serious. "This used to be a lush and open forest. But everything changed in a war. Morgul was killed here. Its rotten and filthy blood has forever tainted this place."
"Why can't they just drive Morgul out and then destroy it?" Laing asked casually.
"Ke Dille, one of the three ancient Ents, thought so too." The Lady of the Lake wanted to hold Laing's hand and interlock their fingers. However, she remembered that they were in public, so she pulled Suria over and let Suria hold Laing's hand and herself. Then she smiled bitterly and shook her head. "Ancient Ent Ke Dille didn't hate Elves and went crazy from the beginning. But during the Bitter War, a large number of Dryads couldn't stand the Chaos and corruption that was constantly spreading from Morgul's body and went crazy. Seeing this, Ke Dille used his body to break through the Orc army and created an opportunity for Queen Aleil to face Morgul directly. But it was this close contact that led to Ke Dille's gradual corruption and madness."
"On a physical level, as long as anyone touches a Mogul or is drenched in its blood, the only result will be corruption, mutation, and madness. On a magical level, it's the same. So far, not a single living being has been able to truly recover."
"It's like a self-walking corrupting origin." Laing complained. "Morgul only needs to stand there to keep corrupting the environment around it. It will do it when it's alive, when it's dead, when it's touched, and when it's breathing?"
"Yes." The Lady of the Lake nodded.
In the middle of Amir's great forest, there was a giant oak tree whose branches were twisted like claws. The oak tree was completely dead, and the middle part of its body had been rotted away, leaving only its twisted outer skin and madness.
Not a single blade of grass grew within a few miles.
The only life came from Queen Aleil, who was standing under the giant oak tree. She and a group of Thorn sisters were preparing and holding a ceremony.
"Queen Aleil knows more about Morgul. You can ask her yourself." The Lady of the Lake signaled Laing to go up and ask. "Morgul's power is very strange. Perhaps it will help you in your upcoming battle."
"Okay, I know." Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor
Psionic light shone.
The original blood dripped down, and the entire forest in Amir began to wail. Black pus flowed out of the ground.
"Very good. Let me see if Morgul's blood is stronger, or if my blood is stronger."
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