The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 241 Elf Dispute

Author: Bamboo Basket Frame Water

Chapter 241 Elf Dispute

"Reserve team, form a long phalanx and go up to the top, get ready for battle!"

Seeing the green figure gradually appearing in the forest in the distance, Dario subconsciously took out the bolt pistol from his waist and waved to the Silver Mist guards who were still on standby.

The five hundred reserve troops who stayed behind immediately began to shift positions and stood in front of the artillery and musketeers without fear.

Crash--

In the dense black forest, birds were constantly frightened and flew away from the tree branches in fear, circling in the sky above the forest.

With such a large formation, even low-level soldiers who did not understand military command could see that the Noldor army that had not yet appeared was huge, let alone Daario as the commander.

Through the telescope, Daario could clearly see a steady stream of soldiers walking out of the forest. The brown-silver armor and green cloaks they wore were very much like Aslay's Wanderer!

"Don't stop the street fighting in Changhe Town. The cannons should seize the opportunity to turn and be ready for bombardment at any time; also fire signal flares to signal the dragoons!"

After putting down the telescope, Dario took the lead and led the surrounding 'Franchise Soldiers' towards the direction of the forest.

They are said to be Phalanx soldiers, but in fact the real Francois have been exhausted in the past wars, and were replaced by Pendor's native musketeers.

Compared to the Franji from [Shogunate II: Total War], the Pendors are much stronger physically and mentally than those Franji.

After all, those Spaniards from the '16th century Earth' had never seen flying dragons and all kinds of demons and magic in the sky, and they didn't even have the courage to fight against the demons.

Because of this, even if army cards like 'Roman Youth Soldiers' and 'Crusader Knights' often appeared in the [Lucky Card Pool] later, Rohan would not give them a second glance.

After all, comparing ‘Medieval’ and ‘Roman’ armies to the fantasy armies of the ‘Warhammer’ world…

There is indeed a huge gap!

Seeing thousands of heavily armed Noldor elves walking out of the forest, Daario silently opened the safety of his bolter and murmured:

"Lord Rohan said that he wanted to regain these Noldor, and I hope they will not be disrespectful..."

Since Rohan had mentioned at the meeting that he wanted to communicate with the Noldor elves, Daario had no intention of taking the lead in launching an attack.

For him, if he can find an opportunity to find out what the Noldor elves think of them, and intimidate the other party, he can have more initiative in future negotiations.

Of course, if the other party really plans to launch an attack, Dario wouldn't mind setting fire to the entire Black Forest!

——Black Forest, Noldor Elf Army Formation

Dozens of Noldor noble warriors were riding on golden-furred elven horses, looking at Changhe Town with black smoke billowing in the distance with expressions of embarrassment.

Countless Druki warriors wearing silver armor are fighting against the Lion Realm defenders in Changhe Town. However, this one-sided battle can be called a massacre!

Under the continuous destruction of thousands of muskets and cannons, the entire city had long been reduced to a sea of ​​flames, and everywhere was filled with screams and wails.

But obviously, such a cruel and bloody scene did not move these nobles. The leading elf general even mocked:

"Artillery and muskets... Huh, I didn't expect these fellow tribesmen to use inferior human weapons. It's really a disgrace to the elves!"

"Ildalion, those guys look as barbaric as humans. Are they really our lost kin?"

(Due to sensitive words, the two Noldor lords were officially renamed ‘Aslandil’ and ‘Ildarion’)

"It doesn't matter whether they are of the same race or not, but although I despise their use of human weapons, their methods of dealing with humans are still worthy of praise."

The elf noble known as 'Ildarian' was looking with satisfaction at the Silver Mist Guards in the distance who were waving their halberds and cutting into pieces all the humans who tried to resist.

As a hawkish general and family patriarch among the Noldor elves, he was obviously very satisfied with the bloody tactics of the Druchi elves.

Compared with the 'upright Aslandil', who is also the leader of the Elf family, his character is somewhat vindictive.

If the noble who came to negotiate this time was Aslandil, he would have probably gone forward to ask the other party why he wanted to massacre humans.

But for him, Ildalion...

Good kill!

These damn humans not only betrayed the elves for money, but also dared to imprison the Noldor elves as slaves. They deserved it!

If it weren't for the fact that most of the nobles from the same clan were unwilling to sacrifice their own lives to go to war with humans, he would have enlisted a few human villages to help.

Just as Ildalion and a group of nobles turned their attention to the burning Changhe Town, Daario had also recalled Rissadilan and Ange from the front line.

"My dear Governor, why did you suddenly call us from the front?"

After glancing at the gathering Noldor army in the distance, Rissadiran knew that his chance to show off had come, so he coughed a few times and then came to Daario with a smile.

Seeing Lisa Dilan's unruly look, Dario, the 'Chief Judge of the Tribunal', couldn't help but frowned and scolded:

"Stop playing tricks. You are of the same race as those Noldor elves. Would you like to act as a messenger with my people to see what is going on?"

"The relationship is great, but I don't know if there are any small rewards for doing this job?"

"Hmph~ Do you want a reward? No problem, Master Luohan should be coming soon. If you want any reward, you can tell him directly."

"Ahem... No, no, let Ange go with me. After all, if there's a fight later, we'll still have someone to take care of us."

As soon as he heard the name of Dario Tilohan, Lisa Dilan's face immediately fell. He was still a little afraid of the big boss with wings.

Seeing that Daario no longer paid attention to her, Rissadilan had no choice but to take off the dragon skin armor, put on a suit of Noldor elf armor, and pulled Ange away from the military formation.

After passing through the Druchi defense line covered with barbed wire and trenches, the two finally arrived on the plain outside the forest and walked towards the Noldor elves' military formation.

The Noldor nobles obviously noticed the two elves walking slowly in the distance, and they all pulled out their weapons, their eyes full of alertness.

Especially one of them was wearing the armor of the Noldor elves, which immediately attracted their attention:

"Look at that boy, is he wearing the armor of our Noldor elves?"

"It seems like...could it be ripped off from some young man who went out for training?"

"It shouldn't be that shabby...it's Lisa Dilan!"

Looking at Rissadiran who was slowly walking over from a distance, the Noldor nobles did not take this matter to heart at first, but then one noble reacted:

Isn't this the duel master who killed Aslandil's nephew because of a duel and was eventually sentenced to exile?

After all, Rissadilan was also a duelist with outstanding combat skills at the time. He often fought as a proxy duelist between nobles, so he naturally knew many nobles.

"Rissadilan? Is that the exiled duelist? I heard that he killed Aslandil's nephew, but I didn't expect that he is still alive?"

Hearing that the nobles all said they knew each other, Ildalion also felt some reflections. After learning about the opponent's "brilliant record" from the people around him, a look of disdain gradually appeared in his eyes.

This disdain was not only directed at the exiled Rissadilan, but also a mockery of Aslandil, who was full of benevolence, justice and morality.

Looking at Rissadilan who was getting closer and closer, Ildalian did not lower his voice at all, but deliberately shouted loudly:

"I didn't expect Aslandil to let his murderous enemy live until now. Does his so-called harmonious lifestyle rely on hurting those close to him?"

Hearing this, the surrounding Noldor nobles and warriors nodded in agreement, obviously agreeing with Ildalion's proposal.

Hearing the loud discussion among the nobles, Risa Dilan's face turned slightly ugly. He couldn't help but pull Ange, who was walking next to him carrying a musket, and whispered:

"The person here is not a good person. You also know that I have committed crimes in the society of the Noldor elves before. Will they try to kill me?"

"What are you afraid of? You are the one here. You represent Lord Luohan's face. Don't embarrass us!"

Seeing that Lisa Dilan was so unambitious in front of the battle, Ange also looked at him with some disdain, then raised the musket in his hand and said in relief:

"Don't worry, Master Luohan's pension is still very generous. Besides, if there is an accident, I can kill their leader with one shot, and everyone will die together!"

"No! Brother, I still want to live a few more years. Please let me come when we negotiate later."

After suppressing the musket raised by Ange, Rissadilan no longer hesitated. He could only quickly walk to the front of the Noldor army and shouted in Noldor language:

"Don't be nervous, everyone. We are envoys here for negotiation. Can you tell us your purpose?"

However, Ildalion had no intention of replying immediately. Instead, the noble next to him took over the initiative and asked.

"Rissa Dilan, how brave are you? After assassinating Lord Aslandil's nephew with despicable means, you actually dare to appear in the Black Forest?"

"Calm down, man, Lord Aslandil has already punished me, and now I am just negotiating with you on behalf of the envoy of the Drukki elves!"

Seeing that the Noldor warriors around him actually raised their compound bows and pointed them at him, Rissadilan hurriedly raised his hands and shouted:

"Everyone, I am here to see you as an envoy. We can sit down and have a good talk. There is no need to be violent!"

"Haha, do you think those strange elves behind you will declare war on us for your life? Do you take yourself too seriously, mercenary?"

Hearing that Rissadilan was actually ready to sit down and have a good talk, Ildalian couldn't help but have a sneer on his face.

Since there are not many Noldor elves left in existence, their Noldor elves were tens of millions in number at that time, and their army numbered more than a million!

Although they had to serve the Sindar elves who could use magic, the Noldor elves at that time were still able to live a happy life.

It was not until the [War of the Titans] that the entire Magical Continent was sunk by the magic of the Sindar elves, and the Noldor elves could only reach the continent of Pendor through a few large ships.

There are only a few thousand Noldor elves who have just arrived in the Pendor continent, and they have to face the hostility and war of the Pendor people, so they have no choice but to choose to live in seclusion in the Black Forest.

After several centuries of development, the number of elves in the Noldor finally recovered to tens of thousands, which also resulted in the four families who fled to Pendor being almost all related by blood.

And the noble elf Rissadilan killed with a poisonous sword in the duel was a distant relative of his!

"Originally I wanted to negotiate with you, but it seems like you got yourself involved."

Seeing that Rissadilan seemed to be killed by the arrows of the Noldor elves in the next moment, Ange's mouth twitched slightly. He really didn't expect that the situation would turn into this state.

Even Lisa Dilan did not expect that the other party would hold such a grudge. Faced with thousands of arrows around him, he could only look helplessly at Ange next to him.

Good brother, I feel like I'm going to get cold, how about some help?

Seeing Rissadilan glance at him helplessly, Ange could only sigh helplessly, and then persuaded in some bad Noldor Elf language:

"Everyone, we came here with good intentions to inquire about the situation. I hope you won't make it difficult for us to arrive."

"Hey, this guy can actually say what we say?"

The Noldor nobles looked at Ange in surprise, and Ildalion even rode up to him in person, looked at the other person's pointed ears and asked in surprise:

"Why, why didn't I see your flying dragons? Quickly pull a few out and let me see if they are lies compiled by you?"

"I can understand that you are insulting us?"

Hearing the other party's arrogant remarks like Asul, Ange, who was not a good person at all, touched the musket in his hand and turned away from Ildalion on the horse.

And Ildalion, who was originally a militant, was not afraid of Ange. Instead, he looked at Ange's pointed ears with interest, reached out his hand to touch, and said with a smile:

"Although I don't know if you are an elf dressed as a clown from the circus, I will know after you let me touch it..."

Snapped!

A sharp gunshot made the already tense situation completely out of control. All the Noldor warriors pulled out the weapons at their waists and looked at Ange who was holding the barrel of the gun and Risa Dilan whose expression changed greatly.

"It seems that you can't do it either, strange elf. Are all your fellow tribesmen only at your level?"

On horseback, Ildalion's palm firmly grasped the barrel of the silver gun that Ange was pointing at him. He couldn't help laughing when he saw that the other party couldn't take back the barrel despite all his efforts.

He doesn't care about diplomatic relations. To him, the continent of Pendor also belongs to the Noldor elves, and any creature that touches Pendor is his enemy.

Whether human or elf!

PS: I have to take care of my graduation photos and get together with friends tomorrow, so I may not have time to update, so let me know the QAQ in advance.

(End of chapter)