The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 249 Brave Noldor, not afraid of difficulties

Author: Bamboo Basket Frame Water

Chapter 249 Brave Noldor, not afraid of difficulties

Seeing the fog gradually dissipating in the room, Rohan immediately left the tent, then found Dario who was arranging logistics work, and explained the matter about Ange.

When he heard that Ange could not only be blessed by the Lady of the Mist, but also become the spokesperson for Bretonnia, Dario, who had never been blessed, couldn't help but sigh with envy:

"Really? It seems like that boy An Ge is really lucky. Then when will I be blessed too?"

"Actually, your strength is quite good now. Compared with the mass-produced weapons assigned to soldiers, when have I not given you experimental weapons to try out first?"

Faced with Dario's complaints, Rohan could only helplessly comfort him. After all, Ms. Misty couldn't choose Dario, so he could only use other methods to compensate.

Whether it was the bolter that was still being tested or the experimental tank that was about to be completed, Rohan gave priority to replenishing Dario's troops.

Dario naturally knew about this, so he just complained about it verbally, and then seriously reminded Rohan:

"Sir, this time the Noldor elves' sneak attack cost us hundreds of excellent warriors. Although we don't know why they attacked us, we must be careful."

In response to Dario's reminder, Rohan nodded silently, and then turned his gaze to the endless black forest.

He also couldn't figure out why the Noldor elves wanted to attack him secretly, but now that the shackles of war had been broken, he could only choose to fight.

After thinking for a moment, looking at Changhe Town where the Black Dragon Flag was rising, Rohan flapped his wings again and ordered Dario:

"Your mission is to protect this city, be prepared to resist the sneak attack of the Noldor elves, and wait for reinforcements from the follow-up troops.

The war to unify Pendor will be carried out by Isabel and I. After we successfully unify the entire Pendor, we will gather all our strength to deal with the Noldor elves!"

"As you command!"

After hearing Rohan's next arrangements, a look of solemnity immediately appeared on Daario's face. After all, the pressure from the Noldor elves was considerable.

In the previous battle, he had already seen how difficult it was for the Noldor elves, and the oppression brought by those astonishingly powerful Sindar weapons was simply too great.

Now, the troops he can mobilize include nearly 3,000 Druchi warriors, nearly a hundred artillery pieces that lack rune shells, and several Pendor servants.

Although they appear to be numerous, the outer walls of Changhe Town have been destroyed, and they lack defensive equipment, making it impossible to defend.

In this case, once the Noldor elves take advantage of his unstable footing to launch an attack, it will definitely be a bloody street battle!

"In this case, I will strengthen the city defense first and be prepared to resist the Noldor elves."

Thinking that the Noldor elves might launch an attack at any time, Daario didn't care to continue chatting. He bowed to Rohan and hurriedly left the camp.

Looking at Dario's retreating figure, Rohan also jumped up from the ground. Looking at the Silver Mist warriors in the distance who were withdrawing from the black forest, he secretly prayed in his heart:

"Now the unification of Pandor Continent is just a step away. It's best not to let me know about any accidents in Changhe Town, otherwise I will let you and them see what cruelty is!"

However, what Rohan and Daario didn't know at this time was that the Noldor elves had given up their active attack in the Castle of Elacle, far away in the depths of the Black Forest.

——Black Forest, Ella Clay

As the last resting place of the Noldor elves in this world, the entire Elakla is a castle made of magical materials as brown as autumn leaves.

The nearly 100-meter-high city wall is dotted with large and small shooting holes, and you can even see several elegant magic forts among them, which are obviously relics from the Sindar tribe.

On the city wall, the castle guards were looking in panic at the defeated Noldor army below. The large number of wounded even made them suspect that the demon army was attacking.

Looking at the few thousand Ildarian family members left around him, Aslandil on horseback suppressed the anger in his heart and shouted to the guards on the city wall:

"Open the city gate and block other passages out of the city gate. From now on, no elves are allowed to enter or exit unless permitted!"

Hearing Aslandil's angry shout, the guards on the city wall hurriedly raised the iron door engraved with magic runes and activated the magic array used to hide the castle.

Buzz~

With a strange noise, this magnificent castle standing on the edge of the lake immediately disappeared from the sight of mortal creatures, and even the footprints leading to the castle disappeared.

Seeing that the traces leading to Elacle had been cleared, Aslandil slowly breathed a sigh of relief, and then led the army towards the castle.

The interior of the castle is like a huge tree cave, and countless winding bridges are like spider webs, connecting various caves in the castle.

After hearing the noise, the Noldor civilians all walked out of the caves and looked at the dusty Noldor army below in fear. They didn't know why they were in this situation.

At this moment, a Noldor elf dressed as a noble ran out of the cave in the center of the castle. He first looked at the remaining Noldor army in shock, and then asked Aslandil:

"What happened? These are the troops that Ildalion secretly brought out of the castle. Why are these the only ones left?"

"There is no way, that guy Ildarian made a big mistake after all. He misjudged the strength gap between us and the Druch elves, and took the initiative to launch a sneak attack on them."

"This... what about Ildalion? Why didn't I see him?"

Hearing the noble man's inquiry, Aslandil closed his eyes in pain, then looked at the defeated soldiers behind him and sighed:

"When I arrived at the battlefield, Ildalion had already died from the magic of Lord Druch. I had no choice but to find a way to bring back the remaining troops."

When he heard that Ildarian's army was actually defeated in a sneak attack, the noble man couldn't help cursing the opponent's incompetence in his heart, and then asked nervously:

"This... what to do with those Drukki elves? Have they chased them? Has Elacle's position been exposed?"

"No, some soldiers voluntarily stayed behind to break up the rear, and those Druchi didn't pursue them too far, so they shouldn't have been exposed."

Hearing this, the noble man breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at the wounded who were being carried down for treatment in a dazed manner, obviously they had not recovered yet.

After all, unlike Druki, the fertility rate of the Noldor elves is the same as the beef in beef instant noodles. You can't say that they don't have it, but it is indeed very small.

Usually, in a year, more than a hundred lucky people can be born in the entire Noldor tribe, which is already something worth cheering for.

And today, the number of Noldor elves who died in the battlefield alone is equivalent to the growth of their tribe in the past few decades!

"Let's go, this matter needs to be discussed with the other two families. We must decide where the Noldor elves should go next!"

After recovering from the heavy losses suffered by the tribe, the noble man walked towards the cave in a somewhat unsteady manner, obviously not having recovered yet.

There is no doubt that if the Noldor elves can still fight against other human kingdoms on the continent of Pendor, then they simply cannot afford this new war with the Druchi elves!

Aslandil obviously also understood this problem, a flash of sadness could not help but appear in his eyes, and he was also dissatisfied with Ildalion's behavior in his heart.

According to his original plan, he was to strive to maintain a harmonious coexistence with the Druchi elves as much as possible, and jointly develop Pendor and other new continents to achieve mutual benefit and win-win results.

However, let alone mutual benefit and win-win now, thank God that the Druchi elves can agree to their request for a truce!

Aslandil then followed the noble man into the cave, and in the hall inside the cave, several Noldor nobles also wearing splendid clothes had been waiting for a long time.

Seeing Aslandil enter the hall, the two leading elves stood up from their chairs, and one of them was the first to ask:

"Callevon El and I have heard about the specific situation. The war with the Druchi elves is inevitable. What do you think about this?"

"I suggest that we stick to Eracle, so as long as we don't take the initiative to expose the location of the castle, we can avoid disputes like we did when we first arrived in Pendor a thousand years ago.

After time heals the scars between the two tribes, how about we find a way to propose peace talks to the Drukki elves and transfer some of the benefits in exchange for peace?"

After thinking for a moment, Aslandil expressed his inner thoughts. Although this plan was a bit conservative, it was also the most suitable for the Noldor elves who had an almost unlimited lifespan.

Unlike the elves in the Warhammer world, the Noldor elves will only die from cruel wars and the heartbreak of losing their loved ones, so they have enough time to develop and wait.

After listening to Aslandil's suggestion, the elf leader who asked the question immediately flashed a flash of approval in his eyes. Obviously, as a dove, he did not want to see more wars.

However, another Elf leader named [Keller von Ir] did not agree so much. Seeing that the two of them seemed to be preparing to huddle in defense, he asked angrily:

"Have you all forgotten our dead clan members? Although Ildalion committed stupid war crimes, he is still one of our clan leaders!

Moreover, those Drukki elves have also shown their greed for Pendor, and their false gods are also killing innocent human gods. Their crimes are no less than Aziz Dahaka!

Since we occupy a favorable location, we should send patrols to sneak attack their caravans and villages, engage in guerrilla warfare with them, and consume their vitality!"

After saying that, he slammed the table in front of him a few times, as if to add some convincing to his words.

Obviously, compared to the dovish Aslandil and another Elf leader, Kelevon El is a hawkish leader like Ildalion.

Of course, the reason why he advocated war was not only because he was angry at Ildarian's death, but also because Ildarian's sneak attack had his support.

"No, we have already lost Ildalion, and a large number of Sindar weapons have been captured by Druch. Even if we launch an attack, how much damage can it cause?"

However, Aslandil directly rejected his suggestion. After all, regardless of right or wrong, they had lost the advantage of continuing the war:

After the failed sneak attack, they had lost the suddenness of the war and the opportunity; although they could use the Black Forest to carry out guerrilla warfare, they were unable to form an effective counterattack at all, and they lost their geographical advantage.

More importantly, the failure of this sneak attack also caused a large number of young and aggressive members of the Hawks to die on the battlefield. The civilians who have experienced the Sindar Civil War will definitely not want to have another Elf Civil War!

The right time, the right place, the right people, and although there is no such saying among the Noldor elves, Aslandil can still feel that the advantage of the war is gone.

After listening to Aslandil's advice, the hawk leader, who was the only one left, had to give in and responded with some reluctance:

"...Okay, I agree with you for the time being, but once you find that the Druchi elves have entered the Black Forest on a large scale, you must send out troops to fight back!"

"No problem, but you must also ensure that you will not take the initiative to attack those Druchi. It will be bad if you lead them to Elacle."

The three lords at this time obviously didn't know that on the other side in Changhe Town, Dario also adopted the same tactics as them.

Just like that, the entire Black Forest fell into a strange silence, as if there was no war between elves at all, and even the Noldor patrols that had attacked the caravan disappeared.

Of course, this is no longer important to Dario.

Anyway, his mission is to protect the town of Changhe. As long as those Noldor elves don't attack cities and villages, then he will be happy and free!

——A few days later, Qiaoyan Bay

Compared to the chaotic Changhe Town battlefield, the Qiaoyanwan battlefield that Isabel was responsible for was much peaceful.

Of course, this so-called peace is relative:

"Isabel...has this happened recently? How could she become so cruel?"

Looking at the cliffy bay that was almost completely covered by plants, as well as the large mass of skeletons of Lion Realm soldiers on the roadside that had all their blood sucked out, the corners of Rohan's eyes couldn't help but twitch slightly.

If it weren't for the black dragon flag hanging on the city wall, he might have thought that the legendary heretics had invaded Qiaoyanwan.

After landing on the castle at the top of Cliff Bay, Rohan first looked at the scenery of the city built on the strait, then entered the castle and found Isabel in the bedroom.

Because Rohan has obtained the alchemy potion from the Witch King that helps humans extend their lives, Isabel is still youthful now.

"Hi~ Luo Er, I seem to have some physical problems because I cast too many spells. Can you check it for me?"

Looking at the bunny girl who seemed to be prepared on the big bed, Lohan slowly closed the bedroom door, flapped his wings and said with a smile:

"Be careful, eagles like to eat little white rabbits the most~"

(End of chapter)