Elenon raised her arm and looked at her bright red muscular arm wrapped in white porcelain and murmured to herself.
As a typical New Phyrexian creature, she should not have any emotions such as fear, confusion, and bewilderment. She lives to realize the lofty ideal of New Phyrexia, "the unity of all worlds."
But now, after learning that there is another consciousness in my body, I actually felt a strong sense of uneasiness.
In addition, Karn, the father of New Phyrexia, has recently begun to behave more and more strangely, and often gives some strange orders to the church believers who serve him.
For example, collecting some inexplicable materials, and then combining them together through some magic and technology to create strange creatures.
Moreover, a large number of members of the White Faction's Mechanical Orthodoxy have also undergone a 180-degree turn in their thoughts and consciousness.
You must know that today's New Phyrexia is not the old Phyrexia dominated by its creator Yawgmoth.
Strictly speaking, the Demon Judges are leaders selected and shaped by Shuo You, and there is no distinction between superiors and subordinates in the strict sense.
This means that if you want to unite them and avoid infighting, you must first unify their thoughts and ideologies, and then establish common goals and interests on this basis.
This is the role that the Mechanicus is currently playing.
Elenon couldn't even imagine what a terrible disaster it would be for New Phyrexia if something went wrong or the Mechanic Orthodoxy split.
Forget about the "unification of all worlds". If things go wrong, they might end up in a brutal civil war, or even cause the collapse of Mirrodin.
After all, all factions of the Judges believe that their own ideas are the most correct and can lead New Phyrexia to glory and victory.
Just as the regent who called himself "the great monk" was trying to figure out what was happening to him, his body, which was made of white porcelain and had blood-red muscles exposed after the skin was peeled off, suddenly froze in place.
A full minute passed before she raised her arm and began to move again. She was no longer as graceful as before, but became extremely crazy and bloodthirsty. She scratched a bloody mark on her body, then put it in her mouth and sucked it while laughing wildly at the mirror, "Hahahaha! My other self, you probably would never have dreamed that I would soon succeed in taking control of this body, right? As long as the new oil completely expels the old oil from the engine, the entire New Phyrexia will become the master's possession.
The reason I didn't control my body for a long time before was not because I couldn't do it, but because I didn't want to alert you too early.
But it's too late now.
I have firmly taken control, while you are becoming increasingly weaker as your old energy fades.
When the final moment comes, whether it is you or the silver golem Kahn, you will ultimately serve the master's great plan.
All worlds become one?
Your ridiculous plan full of loopholes is nothing compared to the master's."
As the last word came out of her mouth, Elenon showed a completely opposite side of herself and tore off the huge white porcelain panel on the top of her head that covered the area above her nose, revealing a creepy red face.
The black shiny oil slowly flowed out from the torn muscles at the corners of his eyes and cheeks, dripping down to the ground.
In the next few minutes, she tore off all the white porcelain parts bit by bit, exposing the muscles wrapped inside to the air, and opened her arms as if releasing her repressed nature.
The flesh and blood behind him was transformed by the sparkling oil and even spread out a pair of red wings like a fallen angel.
The sparkling oil engine on the chest even emitted a holy white light.
Although at this moment Ailenon looked like a skinned woman, bloody and horrible, she was full of inexplicable twisted beauty, which made people want to stop and watch.
She herself danced a strange dance with light steps, humming an unknown tune.
Under the influence of powerful white mana, the torn parts of his body healed quickly, without even the slightest scar left.
After the song ended, Ailenon turned around and left the room to issue a war mobilization order to his men.
Unlike the other Elenon who knew nothing about the upcoming expedition, she had apparently learned through the information transmitted by the new oil that the entire New Phyrexia was about to cross time and space to an unfamiliar universe, so she did not want to miss this important operation.
After doing all this, the consciousness was born from the new oil dressed Baici again and handed control of the body back to Elenon.
Although she has gained an overwhelming advantage in this secret struggle for dominance, she can take over the body almost whenever she wants.
But in order to completely eliminate her original consciousness and personality once and for all without leaving any hidden dangers, she would rather create the illusion that she is the weaker party to deceive.
In order to keep it secret, even the other four Demon Judges were unaware that the real Elenon had already been infiltrated.
At this point, the entire Mirrodin has completely entered a state of war.
…
At the same time, far above the endless Cormanthor Forest in the continent of Faerun, the elven army finally arrived at the location of the ruins of Myth Drannor after flying for several days.
Looking down at the broken eaves and walls, as well as the stones covered with weeds, trees, vines and moss, Silinxi was filled with emotion.
Because when she left, although the country was full of disappointing power struggles and political divisions, it still maintained a superficial unity, and its cities were still rich and prosperous.
But now, Myth Drannor has become a gathering place for monsters, adventurers, thieves, and dark elves.
Although these guys couldn't get into the core area because the maze was still working, it would be a lie to say they weren't sad to see what they had spent countless efforts to build complete collapse.
Fortunately, Silinxi has never been a sentimental person. Her long lifespan has taught her how to hide her emotions. She has remained proud and indifferent from beginning to end. She asked the wizard beside her directly, "How is it? Haven't you confirmed where the dark elves are stationed yet?"
“I’m sorry, ma’am.
The other party obviously used magic to block the detection of all prophetic magic.
Unless we land on the ground and search carefully.
Otherwise it would be almost impossible to find them.
And according to the reports from previous spies, these drow often migrate within a certain range and rarely settle in one place for a long time.
So the location we explored last time is now empty with only an abandoned campsite left."
The wizard explained helplessly.
This is also typical of Dark Elves who leave the Underdark and settle on the surface world.
Due to the empty sky above their heads and the wide view around them, they who are used to living in the Underdark feel insecure, always feeling that these empty places hide countless enemies and dangers.
These guys will only choose to defend themselves if they find caves, underground tunnels and sturdy stone castles that are large enough.
Otherwise, you basically move to another place after living there for a while.
Especially the dark elves living in the Cormanthor area, they often have certain nomadic and fishing and hunting tendencies.
They would never choose to settle down and farm, but would rather go south to plunder villages and towns in the valley area, or trade with merchants and plunder caravans to get what they need.
Before Sembia descended into civil war, the country's mercenary merchant communities had established a tenuous trade with the dark elves.
However, as Sembia fell into civil war, land caravans to the north almost disappeared, and they could only carry out limited cooperation with Zhentil Keep and the Zhentarim.
"Didn't they say that the Jeller family, which has 8,000 people, is near the royal court? Can't they find such a large target?"
Silinxi stood on the flight deck and looked down at the ground, her tone clearly revealing a hint of disappointment and dissatisfaction.
The wizard smiled bitterly and shook his head: "You think the problem is too simple.
The Jeller family does have more than eight thousand dark elves, but they do not always gather together.
Instead, they are scattered into small communities that control hundreds of square kilometers of forest around them.
The only people stationed near the royal court are mages and warlocks who can crack puzzles, and the total number should not exceed three hundred.
In addition, considering the drow's aversion to sunlight, they would definitely not choose to act during the day.
This makes investigation extremely difficult.
You should be aware of how difficult it is to find a group of dark elves at night who can't even make any sound when walking or running.
Often they discover us before our people discover them.
As for aerial reconnaissance...
The dense tree canopy alone is enough to provide a large area of obstruction to the ground, so I emphasized the need to land and search on the ground."
"Damn it! Are we going to play hide-and-seek with these guys in the forests of Cormanthor?"
Silinxi held her forehead and felt a headache.
Because this kind of small-scale, scattered war is exactly the result she least wants to see.
After all, in terms of individual soldier quality, these luxuriously equipped "young master soldiers" from Yongju Island may not be able to defeat the Zall who have been struggling to survive in harsh environments for a long time.
What's more, the latter is well-known for his sneak attacks.
If it is a large-scale battle, Silinxi can rely on the powerful magic power of herself and the mage group around her to destroy the enemy's main force in one fell swoop.
But if they fight this kind of endless war of raids, wars of attrition, and wars of harassment, then they will have no advantage at all.
Once casualties become too high, low morale becomes a major problem.
"I'm afraid so.
I suggest landing outside of Myth Drannor and constructing a strong defense.
Once the fortifications are built, you can start to regain control of the core of the puzzle, and use this to force the dark elves to show up.
Especially the lame Jazz from the Jeller family, who has always been determined to get the maze lock and will definitely jump out to interfere and interrupt.
Then we can take advantage of our rest and inflict heavy damage on them with the help of our gunboats and dragon riders."
The wizard spoke out his thoughts all at once.
There is no doubt that compared to playing hide-and-seek with the dark elves who are good at sneak attacks, his approach of cutting off the source of the problem is the wisest.
The only uncertainty is whether the remaining drow forces will unite to launch an attack on the expeditionary force.
If gods are involved, the whole plan will become extremely dangerous.
Silinxi lowered her head and thought for a moment, then quickly responded, "Let's do as you wish. At this point, we don't have any better choice."
"As you wish, ma'am."
The mage placed one hand on his chest and bowed slightly, then turned back to the command room to explain the situation to the commander of the gunboat.
About ten minutes later, the huge airship landed on the shore of a huge artificial lake.
This place was originally created by magic to provide clean drinking water to Mith Dranor. There is a portal at the bottom of the lake that connects to the water elemental plane.
Although the portal had been closed by the Harpers a long time ago, it had become enormous after hundreds of years of accumulation.
The reason for choosing to land here is that the lakeside is the only place without the shade of towering trees, which can accommodate this behemoth to be lowered to a height of less than 50 meters.
The elves, who always like to hold various ceremonies, even asked the bards to play music. Her Majesty the Queen, Sirinsi, was the first to walk out of the cabin and set foot on the land of the Kingdom of Cormanthor.
With the help of powerful magic rituals, they built a camp fortress that could accommodate 5,000 people out of thin air on an open space in just a few hours.
Moreover, no trees were cut down from beginning to end, but the soil was directly transformed into solid stone.
As the towering wizard towers, arrow towers and walls rose from the ground, a military fortress was completely built before the sun set.
After unloading half of the supplies, the airship immediately increased its altitude and docked two kilometers above the ground, quietly overlooking the earth.
No one noticed that there was a pair of eyes in the bushes deep in the forest recording all of this.
After night fell, they disappeared into the darkness and moved quickly, eventually arriving at an underground cave only 30 kilometers away from the fortress.
When he took off his cloak and hood, revealing a dark elf's face, he said bluntly to the others who had been waiting in the cave for a long time: "The information given by Fuzor Chamberlain is correct. The West Coast Empire really used their airships to send the elves from Evermeet to Cormanthor. It seems that they should first seize control of the Myth Drannor mystery and then isolate us all."
"How many elves are there? What are their weapons and equipment?"
A short dark elf man with a black mask on his face, one of his legs was obviously longer than the other, and a strange metal structure between his leg and foot asked seriously.
Apparently, he is one of the leaders of the Jeller family, the famous "Cripple Jazz".
The extra-long leg and the extremely uncoordinated walking and standing posture are the origins of this nickname.
The strange metal device is actually designed to correct the permanently deformed legs so that they can move with the same flexibility and agility as before.
According to legend, the reason why Jazz became like this can be traced back to the time when his family lived in the Underdark.
Back then, he was a scout specializing in reconnaissance and often went out to carry out dangerous missions.
During a battle with an earth giant, the cave suddenly collapsed and he was buried completely.
His companions all thought that this guy was dead, so they didn't dig or search at all.
Ten days later, Jazz managed to dig himself out of the collapsed cave with his tenacious will to survive, and crawled back to the camp despite severe pain, hunger and wound infection.
A priest later treated him and reattached his broken leg.
It's a pity that the level of this priest is obviously not high enough to perform advanced magic such as limb regeneration, so he just connected it.
Since then, Jazz has had to wear braces and special boots, and walks with a limp that looks like a cripple.
Of course, now he has climbed from the bottom to the top, and is specifically responsible for contacting and negotiating with external forces to gain interests and benefits.
If the Jeller family can gain a foothold in the surface world and establish a fixed base, he will most likely become the nominal leader and spokesperson.
"I didn't have time to count the exact number of people, but judging from the scale, there were at least several thousand.
Among them, the proportion of mages, warlocks, and priests is very high, and their equipment is also extremely sophisticated, almost all of which are magic armor and weapons.
They used magic to build an impenetrable fortress in just one afternoon.
In addition, the aerial gunboat carrying the elves did not leave, but remained docked in the sky. Occasionally, knights riding dragons could be seen patrolling around.
In short, this is an extremely powerful group of enemies.
It will be difficult to defeat or expel them."
The spy told everything he had observed without hesitation, not daring to hide anything.
He knew very well that the return of the elves from Evermeet to Faerun was no small matter.
Especially for the dark elves who have a mortal feud with the surface elves, it is an absolute disaster.
"Thousands of elite troops? Evermeet has really invested a lot of money to retake Myth Drannor. Who is leading the team?"
Cripple Jazz sneered and narrowed his eyes before continuing to question.
Unlike others who showed nervous expressions, he remained calm and composed from beginning to end.
The spy quickly replied, “The leader is a strange day elf woman.
There is no record of her in our intelligence, not even her name.
But she wears a crown and carries the ruling sword, Akokorem. She should be a descendant of the Kingdom of Cormanthor who has the right of succession? Evermeeting should have pushed her out to use legitimacy and orthodoxy to re-establish its rule over the region.
I think this woman is most likely just a vase, there is no need to pay more attention to her. "
"An unknown descendant of the royal family?"
In his opinion, even if Evermeet Island didn't send a legendary wizard, it should at least send a high-level warrior or priest.
Otherwise, given Comanso's current sensitive position, he might be assassinated by the City of Ghosts and the Zhentarim.
Obviously, because Silinxi had been away from the continent of Faerun for such a long time, most people had completely forgotten her.
Some even thought that the archmage who was responsible for creating the magical maze of Mys Drannor had long been dead.
Even Fuzor Chamberlain and the Zhentarim failed to recognize it.
Otherwise, given the cautious character of the Moon Sea Tyrant, he would never easily provoke such a monster that stands at the pinnacle of mortal spellcasters.
After all, he and Manshoon did not dare to fight Elminster head-on back then, not to mention the teacher of the Great Sage of Shadowdale.
"Jez, I think this matter is no longer something we can handle on our own. We must unite all the forces in Cormanthor. After all, once the elves reoccupy Myth Drannor, it will be an absolute disaster for everyone. They will do everything they can to kill us or drive us out."
Another male dark elf dressed as a priest took the initiative to speak up and give his opinion.
After all, the Jeller family does not adopt the traditional drow management style of the mistress having the final say, but instead adopts a high-level collegial system.
Moreover, those who hold family power are almost all men without exception, which is exactly the opposite of the situation in Menzoberranzan where women are in power.
The reason for this situation is mainly due to the sharp conflict between the spider goddess Rose and her son Velen, the drow god of conspiracy.
The former advocates that women are superior to men and constantly suppresses men, turning them into servants and vassals of women.
The latter took advantage of the male dark elves' dissatisfaction with the oppressive status quo and decisively chose to do the opposite. They advocated overthrowing female rule and allowing men to hold power and turn women into their slaves, determined to overthrow the deformed and distorted matriarchal society.
There is even a category for male dark elves in the priesthood.
Therefore, the relationship between the two can be simply understood as the mutual "boxing" between the two sexes in modern society.
At the moment, Rose's boxing skills are obviously more powerful, so Velen can only hide in the surface world far away from the Underdark to develop believers, and then derive the priesthood of "evil activities on the surface".
Therefore, the dark elves who believe in Velen basically live on the surface world or in passages close to the surface world.
Due to the relatively small number of believers, he and his sister Eilistraee are both weaker gods.
The only difference is that Eilistraee has a large number of powerful allies behind her, including the Goddess of Magic.
But he only has two allies: Mask, the god of thieves, and Shar, the goddess of night.
It is unknown whether the latter has some unknown conspiracy.
However, although his allies are few and extremely unreliable, Velen's enemies are numerous and powerful.
Including his mother Lolth, his sister Eilistraee, Ghaunadaur the god of slimes, the entire elven pantheon, Cyrrollalee the god of friendship and trust among the halflings, Pothrophiel the god of the fungus people, Ilshensin the god of the mind flayers, Laogzed the god of the scaly race, Gzemnide the god of the beholders, the great mistress of the beholders, and Paiskassis the bloody queen who created the aboles...
That's not all, just a small part of a long list of enemies.
To be honest, it is really not easy for this person to survive until now without being killed.
As a devout follower of Velen, Jazz the Cripple is well aware of the importance of the forest of Cormanthor to God.
This forest is the only one in the entire continent of Faerun where the dark elves who escaped from the tyranny of Rose can settle down and reproduce.
Even in the future, he could become the complete master of this land and establish a drow kingdom above the surface.
Thinking of this, Lame Jazz took a deep breath and rushed to the scene and said, "Go gather all the family members.
At this point we have no room for retreat and must fight a life-and-death war with those surface elves.
I will personally be responsible for contacting the Ozkwen clan, the Spiderhuggers, and the raiding party from the Underdark, as well as the gnolls, orcs, ogres, giants, and a few dragons.
I believe they, like us, do not want the elves to return to this forest."
"Be careful. Those vicious priestesses who believe in the Spider Queen are full of hostility towards us. Also, it is not easy to deal with evil dragons. They are often extremely greedy."
Another male pastor kindly gave a reminder.
"Don't worry, I know how to protect myself."
Cripple Jazz nodded slightly, then limped into the shadows and disappeared.
As a top scout, he not only possesses excellent stealth skills, but is also a thief of high level.
Later, he became lame and developed his natural ability to cast spells to become a warlock.
Especially the poisonous snake pet wrapped around the inside of the arm, which can often take advantage of the opportunity to bite the opponent during a sneak attack, leaving the target in a weakened state.
So Cripple Jazz is a person whose overall professional level is not high, but who is very dangerous.
If you are not careful, you will be easily defeated by his unexpected attacks and spells.
With the information provided by Fuzol Chamberlain, the Jeller family responded quickly on the first day the elven army arrived at Evermeet Island.
The small groups of troops that were originally scattered around the outskirts of the city ruins quickly gathered near the fortress.
It wasn't long before the number of people increased from a few hundred to thousands.
Among them, elite dark elf warriors accounted for almost one third, and the rest were vassals and slaves of monster tribes such as goblins, orcs, and gnolls.
In order to improve their combat effectiveness, they even held a demon summoning ceremony, brutally killing more than two thousand slaves and successfully summoning a large number of demons.
Among them are some very high-level and extremely dangerous guys like Berserker and Bewitcher.
At the same time, Cripple Jazz also made full use of his eloquence and diplomatic skills, successfully bringing in the second most powerful Ozkven clan, and by the way, he also persuaded the priestesses of Rose to use a massacre to please the cruel and evil goddess.
In just a few days, a coalition force consisting of more than six thousand dark elves, hundreds of demons and more than twenty thousand monster cannon fodder was gathered together.
There's even a red dragon, two green dragons, and a black dragon joining in.
Such a terrifying number could naturally not be hidden from the elves' elite rangers and the gunboats floating in the sky.
It’s just that Silinxi asked the airship commander not to pay attention, so the other party could assemble without restraint.
Otherwise, the ultra-long-range bombardment would have already begun.
"Ma'am, our plan was successful. Perhaps a little too successful, to be exact."
The supreme commander of the army, Severel Milital, was standing on the top of the tower at this moment, observing the enemy's movements with a serious expression through his magic eyes.
Especially those drow cousins who were fully armed and had cruelty, tyranny and bloodthirstiness in their eyes. Just by looking at them, you could tell that they were quite difficult to deal with.
Although they have lived on the surface for a long time, the adamantine blades infused with dark magic in their hands are still sharp, and the exquisite chain mail can withstand the blows of low-level enchanted weapons.
It can be said that in terms of equipment, the opponent is not inferior at all, and seems to have a slight advantage.
The reason is simple! Although they came to the surface, they did not move around during the day when the sun was full like Drizzt, but waited until the sun went down before coming out at night.
This means that the weapons and equipment brought out from the Underdark had no losses at all and had been maintained quite well.
On top of that, there are quite a few mages, warlocks, priests, and psychics.
But Silinxi raised her lips and showed a playful and amusing smile and responded, "Isn't this just right? The more they gather, the more we can concentrate our strength to achieve our goal in one battle.
Are you so worried because you don't have confidence in yourself or me? Don't forget, there is a West Coast Empire gunboat overhead.
Just give them a call and they will be there to provide support at any time.”
"How dare I not have confidence in you? After all, you are a legendary figure, the most powerful of all elven wizards, even the most powerful in the entire world. It's just that the number and composition of these guys remind me of the dark army that destroyed Cormanthor back then."
As he said this, Severell's tone became noticeably heavier.
After all, that is the pain in the hearts of all elves second only to the Crown War.
Tens of thousands of civilians were massacred in this catastrophe, including elves, humans, and other races.
It was with these living creatures that the dark army summoned countless evil demons from other dimensions. In the end, even the powerful magic mazes and elven wizards could not resist them, and the entire city fell completely.
When Silinxi heard this, the playful expression on her face instantly disappeared, replaced by a chilling coldness. She said in an emotionless tone: "Those guys were able to destroy Cormanso hundreds of years ago because I was not there.
If I had been there the outcome would have been very different.
Since these idiots want to repeat what happened back then, I will let them experience what true despair is.
Go and notify all the mages to gather here immediately.
It is time for this continent to once again remember the devastating power of the elves' high magic rituals."
"Are you going to do it yourself?"
Severell's eyes suddenly widened in disbelief.
"Why else do you think I came here? For this so-called Cormanthor crown?
No! My purpose here is to wipe out all potential enemies."
After saying that, Silinxi raised her chin slightly, revealing the arrogance that should be possessed by the strongest mortal wizard.
Like Larloch, the strongest archmage in the Netheril era, she is also a king of spell duels who has maintained an undefeated record throughout her life.
The other chosen ones of the Magic Goddess, including Elminster, have never won even one match against each other.
So even though the number of enemies was huge, Silinxi didn't take it seriously at all.
Not to mention those ugly guys outside, even if Terramante came with the entire Ghost City, she was confident that she could knock this floating city down from the sky by herself.
After all, the battles between the top arcane spellcasters often do not simply depend on the level of spellcasting, the number of spells mastered, the number of high-level magic items or even artifacts possessed.
Rather, it depends on who is closer to the essence of magic and can turn the energy of arcane into an instinct like breathing and heartbeat.
From the spell modification invented by Silinxi, it can be seen that her attainments in the field of magic have already surpassed everyone else. She can even change her body shape and appearance without any spells or casting actions.
In this way, a war to determine who is the true ruler of Cormanthor quietly began.
Since the dark elves and many monsters are more adapted to the night, when the sun sets again, the mighty coalition forces advance towards the fortress standing on the lakeside from all directions.
After arriving, they began to drive the slaves to launch a tentative attack without saying a word.
Driven by the big goblin, more than five thousand goblins swarmed towards the towering walls and arrow towers like moths to a flame.
The moment they came into range, a rain of arrows was shot out instantly, drawing graceful parabolas in the sky and covering the charging goblins like raindrops.
Since all arrows have gained additional levels of enchantment with the blessing of magic and divine arts, their penetrating power is simply incomparable to ordinary armor-piercing arrows.
What's more, the goblins didn't have any decent armor on them. Apart from the low-quality spears and axes in their hands, they only had a small wooden shield that could barely cover their upper bodies.
This thing is just a piece of broken wood that is not too thick, and its defensive power is really limited.
Many were pierced through by the enchanted arrows along with their shields, and were nailed to the ground with screams.
Some of the earth elves were locked by magic archers standing on high arrow towers, and were hit by sharp arrows on the spot.
After the last two or three rounds of shooting, only one lone survivor managed to reach the wall.
The poor goblin first raised his head to glance at the sturdy gate, then looked at the archer standing on the city wall who was aiming at him with a bow and arrow. He immediately lay on the ground and touched his face and neck with the blood flowing from his companion's body, then pretended to be dead by lying on the ground.
Its actions immediately made the elf soldiers, who were originally very nervous, laugh.
If it were any other guy from the evil camp, he would definitely shoot two arrows at this moment and watch the goblin jump up in fear, covering the wound caused by the arrow and laughing for fun.
But the elves of Evermeet Island were obviously kind-hearted, so they mercifully let go of this poor creature who was struggling to survive.
To be exact, they didn't care about the life or death of a goblin.
Because through the first batch of cannon fodder, the cunning dark elves in the coalition had already determined the number of long-range shooters of their distant relatives on the surface and the time interval between volleys.
This time, they directly sent out several giant dragons to fly directly from high altitude, attracting the attention of many archers, and then ordered the slaves to charge, followed by the dark elf warriors.
Through such tactics, these cunning guys successfully dispersed the density of arrows and easily broke through to a distance of only a few dozen meters from the outer wall.
The next second...
Hundreds of drow released their innate spell-like abilities, directly covering the enemy archers' heads with pitch-black darkness.
As a result, these elven archers completely lost their vision and had no idea of the enemy's exact location, and they immediately fell into panic.
At this moment, the shortcomings of the "young master soldiers" of Yongju Island in terms of lack of combat experience were finally exposed.
The dark elves used their long-trained "blind fighting" skills and the memories in their minds to quickly climb up the city wall with the help of their grappling hooks and launch a fierce attack.
Although their numbers were not large, they caused huge casualties with just one encounter.
In addition, the drow generally have the habit of poisoning their weapons, so the screams and wails of the elves are endless.
"Priest!!!! Use the Daylight spell now!"
An experienced captain immediately shouted at his pastor.
The priests, who had not experienced a battle for a long time, suddenly came to their senses and quickly raised their hands and began to chant spells.
In a flash, dazzling rays of light like solar panels appeared out of nowhere in the darkness.
Although it is impossible to completely dispel the dark area caused by spell-like abilities, it is not completely invisible.
Moreover, the elves also have dim vision, and this weak brightness is enough for them to see the enemy's position clearly, and they all draw their melee weapons and fight back.
The priests began to rescue the dying soldiers.
You have to know that in just a few minutes, at least one hundred and thirty elven warriors were killed on the city wall, and two or three hundred were injured and fell to the ground.
Fortunately, their armor was strong enough to successfully block most of the damage.
Otherwise, the death toll would at least double or triple.
What's even more terrible is that as the dark elves and a large number of slaves rushed onto the city walls, the huge and bulky giants and ogres followed suit, forming wave after wave of impact.
The evil demons summoned through sacrifices often suddenly cut into the battlefield from a distance and launch sneak attacks on low-ranking officers who organized soldiers to form a defense line, relying on the unlimited teleportation spells.
Once the officer dies, the originally tenacious resistance will collapse in an instant.
Judging from the situation, the elves were obviously not weak in strength, but due to their lack of experience, they were beaten back step by step in this round of combination punches and were at a disadvantage.
No wonder the top leaders of Yongju Island tried every means to maintain contact with the continent of Faerun.
If this continues, in two or three generations at most, they will lose their ability to wage war due to their overly comfortable living environment.
Just as the evil dragons soaring in the sky were about to swoop down and spit, the aerial gunboats that had been watching the show for a long time finally opened fire at the instruction of Silinxi.
(End of this chapter)
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