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"What kind of 'person' can't enter … An entire army of wood elves is here!"
In front of the gate, hundreds of Wood Elven Eternal Guards wore golden helmets, green robes, and chainmail with breastplates. They held long spears and huge shields as they stood on the city wall!
Behind them were even more Woodland Guards with Starfire Longbows in their hands! They were lined up in an extremely neat formation along the entire street, all the way to the outside of the city wall!
Apart from the Forest Guards, there were also Wood Elven Sword Dancers who were covered in oil paint and had bare arms. There were also the legendary Forest Rangers who wore green hoods and were in charge of guarding the major roads of Isolorin Forest, as well as the Chanters who could release life magic!
The Forest Rangers and Forest Scouts with Starfire Longbows on their backs stood together in a chessboard-like formation. It was silent! However, there was also a murderous aura. Under the heavy snow, a solemn atmosphere enveloped the entire east wall of the outpost.
Laing stepped down from the stairs, and the Eternal Guards with determined expressions automatically made way for him. However, when Durant wanted to follow, the Eternal Guards immediately closed the passage, raised their shields, and aimed their spears at him, forcing the mercenary leader to retreat. Durant laughed awkwardly and could only stand where he was.
The Hero of the Wood Elves, the Chosen Champion of the Wood Elven Queen Aleil, Aralos the Brave rode a huge stag with huge antlers. Behind him were several Wood Elven Forest Lords riding on pure-blooded Elven horses. They rode into the outpost.
"Aralos!" Laing quickly passed through the tight formation of the Eternal Guards, and the Knight King happily shouted, "Long time no see."
"Knight King, I heard that you're in trouble?" Aralos was still as handsome as before. He wore a set of Wood Elven rune half-body plate armor forged from the Starlight Furnace of the Wood Elves. The interior was lined with a Wood Elven handmade green military uniform, and behind him was a lake-green enchanted velvet cloak. The green light emitted from the green antler helmet given by Lilith was so dazzling that it made Laing panic.
Laing suddenly remembered that Forgan had told him through psionic transmission that Aralos' daughter, the Wood Elven Lord named Karona, who was originally chosen by Lilith to be the new God of the "New World", was now under Forgan's command, and had become his attendant (or possibly maid).
Very good, as expected of brothers.
"Aralos, how did you find this place?" Ryan maintained a calm expression on his face, but it was clear from his tone that the king was pleasantly surprised.
"Aisley's friend knows nothing about the power of the Age Oak." Aralos proudly raised his chin. The stag that the Wood Elven hero rode was very strong and had two very long antlers. He condescendingly used his chin to point at Laing. "Do you need our help? Laing? "
At this time, the appearance of the Wood Elven army had attracted the attention of the entire outpost. The knights and the Old Guard immediately rushed over, and they all expressed their gratitude and amazement. The appearance of the Wood Elven army here was obviously a stimulant for the already exhausted Eight Peaks Mountain expedition army. The army cheered excitedly and slowly approached, but the entire Wood Elven army still maintained a terrible solemnity and silence, only waiting for Aralos's orders.
Large carriages full of all kinds of supplies drove into the camp. There were piles of food, fresh vegetables and meat, all kinds of supplies, and even a large number of artillery shells, new armor and weapons, warm clothes, and boxes of wine!
The supply convoy of more than two hundred carriages seemed to have descended from the sky, and the long line had already stretched to the outside of the outpost!
Praises for the Lake Nymphs and Valaya were endless.
"Aralos! Lady above, I really don't know how to thank you. You lent us a helping hand at the most difficult time. " Laing saw that the Wood Elves had brought so many supplies, and the king felt that his biggest problem had been solved. He quickly walked up to Aralos.
"You don't have to thank me, Laing. This is your logistics." Aralos dismounted, and the Wood Elven hero calmly said, "We are only responsible for transporting the supplies through the Root Tunnel. You should thank this person who gathered a large amount of supplies and tried to persuade us."
"Persuade you?" Laing was still somewhat puzzled. A group of human soldiers appeared from the Wood Elven army. There weren't many of them, but they all wore the standard armor of the Church of Justice. They used longswords, shields, or two-handed greatswords. A familiar voice came from afar. "Good friend! How can I be absent from a battle of this level? "
"Ah Fu!" Laing turned around and gave Aralos Frey a tight hug. He was the Patriarch of the Western Brittany diocese, the Knight Commander of the Temple Knights, and the person in charge of the ancient church in Freya. "Very … very, very, welcome!"
"Hahaha! Good friend, I knew you would encounter difficulties! " Aralos Frey's body was covered in snow. The Patriarch and the Knight Commander, who were in the prime of his life, laughed heartily. He gave Laing a warm hug. "How is it? I still know you better, don't I? "
"There's no need to say thank you to you." Laing patted Aralos Frey's shoulder a few times. The Knight King soon noticed something different, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared. "Ah Fu, what's with your outfit?"
Aralos Frey was wearing a khaki knitted sweater with a blue and white striped shirt underneath. The outermost was a typical Kislöw military coat, military trousers, military belt, military boots, knitted gloves, and a military green scarf. He wore a cotton cap with ear protection and a large white bear symbol on it.
The Paladin also carried a backpack on his back and a red leather briefcase. Seeing Laing's question, Aralos Frey smiled happily. "Ah? Well, this is a present from that Mr. Lev, that Mrs. Kiesler you promised! " Before he arrived at Bordero and was about to sail to Lucia, he felt that he and I hit it off very well, so he gave me all his things. You see, good friend! "
Aralos Frey opened the backpack and showed the contents to Laing. It contained Mrs. Kiesler's favorite dalieba bread, raw potatoes, a small silver tin wax pot filled with strong vodka, the icon of the God of Justice, and a few bottles of holy water. The leather briefcase contained a red leather notebook, a quill, an ink bottle, a red and blue pencil, a wooden compass, an eraser, two iron sharpeners, a Empire torch, and a large black cigarette holder. "How is it? I saw that the weather was so cold, so I used them all! "
"… Not bad, not bad." Laing almost said 'Dawali'. He looked at Aralos Frey's attire and smiled. "Anyway, welcome, Aralos, welcome."
"And Aralos, welcome. In this difficult time, I really, really welcome your arrival!" Laing also gave Aralos a hug. "You really did us a big favor!"
"… This time, we must take back our race's holy relic." Aralos and Laing hugged gently and quickly pushed Laing away. The Wood Elf hero said proudly, "With our combined strength, there is no enemy we can't defeat! Whether it is the Green Dwarfs or the Skaven Ratmen, let them come! "
After a few minutes, the Dwarves appeared. Belegar brought along his chief engineer, Harhafo the Gold Digger, and his chief rune craftsman, Silud the Honest. Seeing the Wood Elves standing in a neat formation in the snow, the King of Eight Peak Mountain said with some embarrassment, "Really, these pointy ears. They didn't come at the most crucial time, but they came at this time. I really don't know if I should thank them or give them a hammer!"
"They sent us the supplies we urgently need. Although it's not a lot, I have to say, my opinion of these pointy ears has changed a little." Stroud stroked his white beard and said unhappily, "The best way we can show our gratitude is to not kill them."
"Haha, that's right. As thanks, we won't kill them this time!" Gold Fisherman said.
The Eternal Guards opened up a path for these dwarves. Araloth's vigorous figure stood in the wind and snow. When the wood elven hero saw Belega, he immediately put away his smile and became even more arrogant. "Don't misunderstand, dwarf. We came to participate in this war just to find our race's holy relic. How can our elven race's holy relic fall into the hands of the Green Dwarves and the Skaven Ratmen?" We must take it back! "
"Strange race, strange pointy ears, all they know is to hide in the forest with those strange trees as companions. They don't know how to drink beer, nor do they know the joy of forging and digging holes. No wonder even the Phoenix King's head was cut off by us in the war of revenge!" Belegar muttered. "I don't know what's wrong with their brains, but they are actually willing to send people to die in Eight Peak Mountain …"
"What did you say?! Are you trying to start a war? Dwarves?! " After all, Aralos was still too young. When he heard Belegar's words, the Wood Elf hero and Aleil's Chosen One champion felt blood rushing to their heads. Laing quickly stopped him. "Calm down, let Belegar finish."
"Even so, in this time of danger, anyone who dares to pick up a weapon and stand side by side with us is a true friend." Before Belegar could finish, the King of Eight Peak Mountain stammered, "In any case, thank you for your support and supplies. There are a few relics of the pointy ears in the treasury, but they aren't of much value. If you really want them, I can give you two as gifts after the war …"
"We want the Silmarils!" Aralos said impatiently. "Forget it, I don't want to waste my breath here with you. Including Sir Alfred Frey, we brought 4000 troops this time. We can attack at dawn tomorrow. Who is your commander? Laing? Or the Dwarf King? "
"Don't worry, Aralos." A smile appeared on Clayon's face. "Since you're here, we'll have to adjust our strategy and tactics to a certain extent. The large amount of supplies you've brought is enough for us to use for more than two months. You've solved our biggest headache, so we're not in a hurry now."
"Don't need to worry? We've sent the supplies through the World Root. The longer the army stays here, the more variables there will be. " Aralos listened to Laing's introduction and frowned. "You better have a detailed plan. Let's discuss it together."
"We will." Laing was already confident. He looked to the west.
In the afternoon, the sky above the Eight Peaks Mountain was still blue. The dim sky and thick stratocumulus clouds quietly looked at the most splendid dwarf fortress and the high mountains and plains.
"We'll crush Skarnik and his schemes. What we need to do now is to take the initiative and make Skarnik not dare to leave Eight Peak Mountain and wait for news from the west."
… I'm the dividing line between pointy ears and dwarves …
At the same time, in the Old World, at the edge of the Evil Lands, in the armory that was only a few dozen kilometers away from Sea Gate Pass.
Another knight's army entered the city in a mighty manner. Bright and beautiful armor, gorgeous and even somewhat flashy robes, and various flags, the neat knights formed a torrent of steel and gradually approached the armory.
François, who was wearing a full-body Grimnir Dwarven enchanted rune silver plate armor recast by the Dwarf Rune Craftsman Deron Fiennes, had a unicorn sword on his waist, a pure white pegasus cross helmet on his head, and a blue pegasus velvet cloak on his back. He was holding a goblin shaman's head in his hand. He was riding on his beloved pure-blooded pegasus, Prague. He said to Sir Jerrold behind him, "It's about time. Overdoing it is just as bad as not doing it enough. If we do it too many times, the green skin will feel strange."
"Yes." François's cousin, Jerrold, admired François so much that he had nothing to say. Jerrold still didn't understand how François came up with this idea. The army went back and forth into the city, making the green skin think that they had ten to twenty thousand knights constantly arriving at the frontline. It was amazing.
In addition to Sir Jerrold, there was also the famous Brittany Knight of the Holy Grail behind François, Sir Bayard, who was in charge of guarding the Fairy of the Lake's holy land, Lily Island, and the Knight of the Holy Grail, Pierre, who was stationed at La Mesenelle Abbey. In addition, François's chief courtier, the Lake Prophet, Chashi Morningstar, had also come. Unlike his son-in-law, Laing, François had always trusted the Lake Prophet system of the Church of the Lake. Of course, Chashi Morningstar was also taken in by the Duke.
"Do you know what we should do next? Jerrold? " François stroked his goatee and smiled. He was ninety years old, but as the pinnacle of the Holy Grail, he had at least three hundred years to live. The Duke wasn't in a hurry to find a successor.
In this battle to support the Empire in clearing out the Bloody Pine Forest, Sir Jerrold was ordered to lead a team of knights to the Empire and join the Empire's army to clear out the Green skin and Orc tribes at the border of the Bloody Pine Forest. Due to his bravery and keen observation, he and his army received the title "Jerrold's Chivalrous Army" from the Empire.
"We're going to achieve a great victory!" Jerrold frowned and said solemnly, "The greater the power we display, the greater the victory. The more enemies we eliminate, the lesser the pressure on the King's side."
"Very good, that's right!" François nodded profusely. His father-in-law threw the Goblin Shaman's head to the ground. His ocean-blue eyes glimmered with wisdom as he said, "We have to fight this battle well. We have to inflict sufficient damage to the enemy without exposing the fact that we only have a few thousand soldiers. That way, the cunning Green Skin Warlord will feel immense pressure."
"So, let's deal with the Goblin Wolf Riders that are harassing the logistics route and attacking the perimeter of the Military Depot!"
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