Year 2522 of the Empire, 3rd January, Anmir, the Withered Land, the headquarters of the Brittany and the Wood Elves.
Everything was ready.
The sky was bright, and under the dawn light, all the marshals and commanders in the Brittany king's golden tent were ready. The table covered with a white tablecloth was filled with two rows of silver cutlery. The marshals took their seats and put on their inner armor. The Grail Knights were fully armed. Veronica and Teresa had changed into combat leather clothes, and Suria had put on the full body vibranium plate armor blessed by the Emperor.
The inner tent opened, and Wang Laing strode out. "Good morning, ladies and gentlemen!"
"Good morning, Your Majesty." Everyone smiled and greeted him.
"Are you, sir?" Laing continued with a smile.
"Aye, your majesty!" Everyone shouted intermittently. Only Veronica's voice was louder.
"I can't," Laing was still joking.
“Aye！ Your majesty! "Everyone shouted loudly, including Teresa.
Laing said, "Oh, who lives in the big pineapple at the bottom of the sea?" He almost said it, but he knew when to stop. The Sun King watched as the attendants pushed large silver plates into the tent through a cart. The king pretended to be serious and opened the silver plates one by one. Then he said to the attendants, "I want two fried eggs. Two."
The golden tent was full of laughter. Bread and butter, fried eggs, lamb chops, broccoli, cabbage, and Thuringian sausages were served. There were also fresh fruits provided by the Wood Elves.
Sitting on the main seat, Laing ordered while eating. "Berchemund, Kalad, you will lead our cavalry."
"Yes, Your Majesty." Berchemund and Kalad nodded. These were all arranged in advance. Now they just needed to confirm it.
"Suria, you and François's Vanford Army are responsible for protecting Queen Aleil with the Twilight Sisters' legion." Laing continued, "Unless it's my order, don't take the initiative to join the battle."
"Understood." Suria and François nodded.
Bertrand and Davu would lead the main infantry army. Bodrick would be the mobile force. Lauren's Northern Legion would protect the flank of the army. Laing would personally lead the Royal Guards in the middle.
Everyone rubbed their hands, waiting for the battle.
At the scene of the ceremony, Queen Aleil stood amidst countless roots. Green and blue life energy was being poured into the great forest by her, spreading throughout the world through the roots of the oak trees of the Great Forest Era.
At this moment, Aleil would be very weak, but this move would undoubtedly attract Morgul's attention and direct attack at all costs.
The Twilight Sisters, Liv, and the Chosen of God champion Alaros were all guarding her. The Taras Eagle Guards, the Thorn Sisters, and Kunos's wild cavalry would protect their queen when the King of the Forest was not around. At the same time, a team of legendary sword singers and a team of dragon lizards also came to the ceremony.
In the distance, the Brittany military music shook the sky. The military band was playing Brittany military music, such as "La Marseillaise", "Marching Song", "The Onion Song", or "King Laing".
Dozens of square formations, decorated with colorful military flags and robes, were lined up neatly as the army from Brittania marched into the battlefield, searching for their respective positions. Since Amir was a withered land, there weren't many trees in the vicinity. This was the first time the lords of the Woodland Council of the Wood Elves had witnessed the scale and majesty of their ally's army. Marching in unison, their footsteps were like thunder as they chanted in unison. Hundreds of military flags pressed down on the ground like mountains and forests.
In the eyes of the Wood Elves, the army spread like a landslide from one side of the forest to the other, with no end in sight. The spirits of the Humans were very different. Eisley and the Elves could see that the morale of the Humans was high, and they were not afraid of the Orcs.
"Don't these Humans know how to be quiet? It's so noisy! "
"Their music is useless except for noise."
"Can these messy patterns really be of any use?"
"I hope so. Otherwise, Morgul will threaten our Queen."
The Forest Lords were in a heated discussion. Laing pointed to an army and said, "My Queen, members of the Forest Council, look. That's the legendary Old Guard, Laing's trump card army."
Dignified, solemn, and carrying a heavy sense of oppression, the old guards lined up in phalanxes and formations were entering the battlefield. Under the golden tassels, the tricolor flag that symbolized the status, glory, and faith of the Kingdom of Knights fluttered over the withered land of Amir. Even Aes Lai felt a suffocating sense of danger. They knew that this army had followed Leon from one side of the world to the other. The names of the places on the tricolor flag spoke of one glorious victory after another. Even the primordial Demon Prince Bilak had died under this flag.
The veteran soldiers had solemn expressions on their faces. They were ready to welcome another victory with the king. Raymond Mountbatten, the deputy commander of the old guards, rode beside them on a mixed-blood elven warhorse, directing the phalanx into position.
"These Brittany … military music, flags, and formations. Oh, sister, I can't help but want to go on a killing spree!" Alohan of the Twilight Sisters laughed sinisterly and said, "They aroused my bloodlust. I want to kill 200 to 300 Orcs and hang them on trees."
"You have to calm down, Alohan. Our mission today is to be the rear guard," Nestra warned sternly. "Don't lose your rationality."
"It's beautiful." Queen Alaier gave a fair evaluation. The Wood Elf Mage Queen nodded. "Ever since Asuyan's Flaming Phoenix Guards, I've seen another army with such a sense of order and determination. This alliance was the right one."
"But I'm worried, my queen. You've seen it too." Aralos whispered beside Aleil, "You see, the army of the Brittanians … The humans already have enough power to shake us, Aislin. They are also quite close to the dwarves. This may be a huge threat to us."
"What are you trying to say, my champion?" The wings on Aleil's back flapped. The Wood Elf Queen looked at the scene in front of her and began to ponder. Today, she finally saw with her own eyes how majestic and powerful the Brittanian army was outside the forest.
"How can we allow others to snore beside our bed?" Aralos whispered, "The current situation is that we have to form an alliance to deal with Morgul. But after Laing and his army defeat Morgul, we might as well …"
Alais understood what Aralos meant. Indeed, it wasn't good news for the wood elves that such a powerful army had appeared next to the forest. As the saying goes, those who aren't of our race are bound to have different intentions. Perhaps there are some things that need to be prepared and planned in advance so that Aislin can continue to enjoy peace and security?
The Wood Elves had never been a lawful race. To these forest citizens, betraying an alliance was as normal as drinking water.
Queen Aleil thought for a while and shook her head. "No, it wasn't easy to form an alliance. If we become enemies with the humans, where can we find a reliable human leader and trading partner? Moreover, even if … we don't have the confidence to win. "
What the Wood Elf Queen didn't say was that even she was afraid of Laing's power. That feeling was exactly the same as Morgul's fear of Laing's power.
Aralos could only nod. The scene of Laing summoning the great demon Scarbrand under the Eight Peaks Mountain was still lingering in the heart of the Wood Elf hero. Even though Lilith and Aleil had been suppressing Aralos' thoughts, the Wood Elf hero still harbored great enmity towards Laing in the depths of his heart. It was just that he never showed it in front of others.
Before he could think further, a tsunami of cheers came from the human army.
Sun Wang Laing, his Queen Suria, and Lake Goddess Witch Morgiana were reviewing the army.
"Long live the king!"
"Long live the king!"
"Long live the king!"
The cheers of the humans were full of vitality and vigor. Unlike the Wood Elves who were used to living in the forest and were as carefree as trees, the deep and vigorous spirit of courage reverberated in the Asoloran Forest Weave. Even Aralos could feel his blood surging. Compared to other Wood Elf Lords, Aralos was a young man and a hawk. He yearned for the outside world more than most Wood Elves.
Seeing Laing and his Queen Suria receiving cheers and greetings from the crowd, Aralos couldn't help but feel deep jealousy and envy. He was ashamed of Laing's actions, but he respected and admired Laing's martial virtues and glory.
A real man should be like this!
How great would it be if Lilith and I were to receive such cheers and greetings together one day!
Aralos thought. He turned his gaze to Lilith who was preparing for the ceremony not far away. The Lake Goddess was chanting an incantation under the protection of two Grey Knight recruits and dozens of Brittany's Sons. Mist gradually appeared in the forest.
Soon, Queen Suria, the Twilight Sisters, and Devonshire arrived as well.
He wanted to greet them, but Aleil had already begun the ceremony. A huge amount of life energy was injected into the Weave of the forest.
* Boom! *
As if a switch had been activated, Amir's corruption began to recede. The powerful life energy collided with the corruption energy. The two energies corroded, collided, transformed, and stimulated each other.
The rise and fall of the Asoloran Forest depended on this!
As expected, this action attracted some beings.
Not far from Amir, at the foot of the Grey Mountains, a Pandemonium Rock covered with Chaos Runes and countless bloody spoils of war suddenly grew out of the ground. It was like a sarcoma growing out of a human body, sinister and terrifying. Black, stinky liquid flowed out from the cracks of the rock, brimming with dark energy. The influence of the corruption of Chaos spread into the surrounding air.
Amidst the frenzied and distorted horns, the Orcs appeared.
The primitive need for flesh and blood called out to them. Barbaric greed drove them to respond to the call that they didn't understand. The true Sons of Chaos gathered.
The Orcs traveled alone or in groups. The Warbeasts followed the ancient path through the wilderness of the world. The mutated and distorted monsters that hadn't been seen for generations joined them. They gathered at the power node and were attracted by the newly formed and stable Ten Thousand Demons Rock.
The ear-piercing ceremony and bloody carnival ended in a short ten minutes. The long howling reached the Month of Demons. The most filthy and deadly existence of the Orcs appeared. It howled loudly and used its primitive instincts to resist the call from Asoloran.
The Legendary Orc Beast King, Shadow Spawn — Morgul had appeared.
Many skulls were intertwined on its coarse hair, each of them either mumbling incoherently or letting out mournful screams. Its appearance was constantly changing and reforming, sometimes it looked like a bull, sometimes like a goat, sometimes like a dog or a wolf, and sometimes like a horse.
Nobody knew what it was. The Orcs who got too close to it would go berserk and curse it. They would become its loyal slaves on its path of destruction. The few Orcs who were able to maintain their intelligence would evolve rapidly from inferior Horned Beasts to Horned Beasts, Horned Beasts to Great Horned Beasts, and then Great Horned Beasts to Howling Shamans or Orc Kings. They would become the leaders of battle groups.
"Forest … Calling … Alaier … Eat … Morgul … Powerful!"
"Elf … Weak … Human … Meat Warehouse, Eat … Taste … Beast … Power!"
Alaier's ritual greatly infuriated Morgul. This filthy creature with low intelligence began to march towards Amir.
Wherever this creature walked, everything would be distorted. Trees would be twisted into strange and unnatural shapes. Black liquid would flow out from the cracks of rocks. Animals and livestock would become as strange as clay under the hands of a crazy sculptor and eventually become mutated Orcs. After seeing Morgul with their own eyes, most mortals would turn into drooling lunatics or mutate into Orcs. When Dryads heard Morgul's whispers, they would become wild and bold, full of malice towards all living creatures.
Morgul could feel the dazzling radiance of the array formation in Azoloth Forest. It was extremely dazzling.
But in the end, its thirst for the soul of the Wood Elves, its desire to destroy the forest, and its intense anger overcame its fear.
"Human … Elf … Unhooved … Nameless!"
"Shadow Spawn … Victory!"
The Shadow Spawn had arrived!
Laing, who was sitting in the camp, heard the news. The Wood Elf Giant Eagle reported that Morgul had indeed appeared at the foot of the Gray Mountain Range. It was heading towards Amir at an extremely fast speed. It was estimated that it would arrive at noon.
Laing sat on the main seat. In front of him, the entire Old Guard and eight Gray Knight Recruits were on standby.
"How many enemies are there?" Laing asked the Wood Elf Giant Eagle Scout in Elvish with a thick accent of Rothern's High Elven Palace.
"About 30,000, Your Majesty Knight King." The Wood Elves didn't like Laing's Elvish accent, but seeing that he spoke well, they didn't correct him. "It should be about 30,000 to 33,000."
"What's the composition of the troops?" Laing asked. Sun King thought that the Wood Elf Giant Eagle Scout was really convenient for reconnaissance.
"It's mainly Horned Beasts, Great Horned Beasts, and various monster units. There are six Cyclops. Among them, there are the most Chaos Eggs, about a few hundred," the Wood Elf Scout said. "Other than that, there are Razorbeasts, Chaos Battle Mastiffs, a small number of Harpies, and Manticores."
"Are there any Taurens?" Laing continued asking.
"I didn't see any Tauren units."
"Very good." Laing gestured for the scout to leave.
There were more than 30,000 Orcs, while the Brittany and Wood Elves had more than 82,000 people. Even though Laing had sent 12,000 people to protect Queen Aleil's ritual, there were still 70,000 people facing the Orc Shadow Spawn army.
This was the first time that Laing had a clear advantage in a major battle against evil.
Moreover, the Wood Elves and Knight King Kingdom had sent out their elites, and the quality of their troops was extremely high. In comparison, it was great news that Morgul's Shadow Spawn army didn't have the Minotaurs that posed the greatest threat to the front line. However, this wasn't unexpected by Laing because the Wood Elves' intelligence showed that Morgul rarely commanded and used the Minotaurs.
"Good, good, very good. Tell Aralus and his army to get ready." One order after another was given.
On January 3rd, 2522 of the Empire calendar, this battle between Morgul and the Wood Elves and Brittany was destined to go down in history. As the sun rose, the curtains gradually opened.
This war was known as the "Twilight War" in the history of the Wood Elves.
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