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 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 completely 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.
后者则瞅准了男性黑暗精灵对于这种压抑现状的不满，果断选择反其道而行之，大肆鼓吹要推翻女性统治由男性来掌握权力把女性变成自己的奴隶，立志要推翻畸形扭曲的母系社会。
甚至就连神职中都有男性黑暗精灵这一项。
所以两者之间的关系可以简单理解为现代社会两性之间的相互“打拳”。
眼下罗丝的拳法明显更厉害一些，所以维伦只能躲在远离幽暗地域的地表世界发展信徒，进而衍生出“地表上的邪恶活动”这一神职。
所以信仰维伦的黑暗精灵基本上都生活在地表世界或靠近地表世界的通道中。
由于信徒数量比较少，所以他跟自己的妹妹伊莉丝翠同为弱等神力。
唯一不同的地方在于，伊莉丝翠身后有包括魔法女神在内的一大票强力盟友。
而他却只有盗贼之神马斯克、夜之女神莎尔两个盟友。
后者是不是有什么不为人知的阴谋那就不得而知了。
不过盟友虽然不多、并且还极度不可靠，但架不住维伦的敌人又多又强。
包括其母亲罗丝、妹妹伊莉丝翠、软泥怪之神关纳德、整个精灵神系、半身人友谊与信任之神希劳拉妮、蕈人之神泼斯洛菲尔、夺心魔之神伊尔神思因、有鳞族裔之神劳格兹得、眼魔之神格泽姆尼德、眼魔大主母、随手创造出底栖魔鱼的血色女王派斯凯色希丝……
就这还不是全部，仅仅只是一长串敌对名单的一小部分。
说实话，这位能活到现在还没有给干掉也着实是相当的不容易。
作为维伦的虔诚信徒，跛子杰兹非常清楚科曼索这片森林对于神的重要性。
整个费伦大陆也只有这片森林，才能让他们这些逃离罗丝暴政的黑暗精灵定居下来繁衍生息。
甚至是在未来彻底成为这片土地的主人，建立起一个地表之上的卓尔国度。
想到这，跛子杰兹深吸了一口气冲在场所与人说道：“去召集所有的家族成员吧。
事到如今我们已经没有了退缩的余地，必须要跟那些地表精灵打一场你死我活的战争。
我会亲自负责去联络奥兹克文氏族、吻蛛者和来自幽暗地域的突袭队，以及那些豺狼人、兽人、食人魔、巨人和几条恶龙。
相信他们应该也跟我们一样，都不希望精灵重新回到这片森林。”
“小心点。那些信仰蛛后的恶毒女祭司可是对我们充满了敌意。另外想要跟恶龙打交道也不是件容易的事情，他们往往都贪婪的可怕。”
另外一名男性牧师好心的提醒了一句。
“不用担心，我知道该怎么保护自己。”
跛子杰兹微微点了下头，随后便一瘸一拐的遁入阴影之中消失了。
身为一名顶尖的斥候，他不仅拥有出色的潜行技巧，而且还是一名等级不低的盗贼。
后来脚跛了还开发出自己天生的施法能力成为一名术士。
尤其是缠绕在手臂内侧的毒蛇魔宠，经常能在偷袭过程中顺势咬对方一口，令目标陷入虚弱状态。
所以跛子杰兹是那种总职业等级不算高，但却非常危险的人物。
稍有不慎便会被他出其不意的攻击和法术得手。
凭借着傅佐尔·钱伯瑞提供的消息，杰勒家族在永聚岛精灵大军抵达的第一天就迅速做出反应。
原本分散在城市废墟外围的小股队伍迅速向要塞附近集结。
没过多久人数就从几百上升到了数千。
其中精锐的黑暗精灵战士占了差不多三分之一，其他的则是地精、兽人、豺狼人等怪物部族的附庸和奴隶。
为了提高战斗力，他们甚至还举行恶魔召唤仪式，残忍的杀死了超过两千名奴隶，成功召唤出非常多的恶魔。
其中不乏像狂战魔、迷诱魔这些等级非常高且极度危险的家伙。
与此同时，跛子杰兹也充分发挥了自己的口才和外交才能，成功把实力第二多的奥兹克文氏族拉进来，顺便还说服了那些罗丝的女祭司用一场屠杀来取悦残忍邪恶的女神。
才短短几天的功夫，一支由超过六千黑暗精灵、数百名恶魔和超过两万的怪物炮灰便聚集到一起组成了联军。
甚至还有一条红龙、两条绿龙和一条黑龙加入其中。
如此恐怖的数量，自然不可能瞒得过精灵的精锐游侠和漂浮在天空之上的炮艇。
只不过丝琳希要求飞艇指挥官不要理会，所以对方才能肆无忌惮的集结。
不然超远距离的炮击早就已经开始了。
“女士，我们的计划成功了。确切地说可能有点太过于成功了。”
军队的最高指挥官赛弗瑞尔·米利塔尔此刻正站在高塔之上，透过魔法之眼表情凝重的观察敌人动向。
尤其是那些全副武装眼睛里透露着残忍、暴虐与嗜血光芒的卓尔表亲，光是看着就知道相当不好对付。
尽管他们长期生活在地表，可是手里那些灌注黑暗魔法的精金利刃依旧锋利，精致的锁子甲也能够抵挡住低级附魔武器的挥砍。
可以说在装备方面，对方非但一点都不差，而且似乎还略有优势。
原因很简单！ 虽然来到地表，可他们却并没有像崔斯特一样在白天阳光充足的时候活动，而是等太阳落山之后的夜晚才出来。
这也就意味着从幽暗地域带出来的武器装备根本没有任何损失，一直被保养的相当不错。
最重要的是，法师、术士、牧师和心灵能力者数量相当多。
但丝琳希却翘起嘴角露出了戏谑与玩味的笑容回应道：“这不是正好吗？ 他们聚集的数量越多，我们就越能集中力量毕其功于一役。
你表现的这么担忧究竟是对自己没有信心，还是对我没有信心？ 别忘了，我们头顶可是还有一艘西海岸帝国的炮艇。
只要打一声招呼，他们就随时可以进行支援。”
“我怎么敢对您没有信心。毕竟您可是传奇人物，所有精灵法师中最强大的一个，甚至是整个世界最强大的。只是这些家伙的数量和构成，让我莫名联想到了当年那支毁灭科曼索的黑暗大军。”
在说这番话的时候，赛弗瑞尔语气明显变得有些沉重。
毕竟那可是所有精灵内心之中仅次于皇冠战争的伤痛。
数以万计的平民在这场浩劫中遭到屠杀，其中既有精灵也有人类和其他种族。
正是用这些鲜活的生命，黑暗大军召唤出了无数的异位面邪魔，最终连强大的魔法迷锁和精灵法师都抵挡不住，整个城市彻底陷落。
丝琳希听到这番话，脸上原本嬉笑的表情瞬间消失，取而代之的是一种让人毛骨悚然的冷酷，用不带一丝感情的语气说道：“几百年前那些家伙能摧毁科曼索是因为我刚好不在。
如果我当时在场的话结果将会截然不同。
既然这群不知死活的家伙想要重演当年的景象，那我就让他们好好感受一下什么是真正的绝望。
去通知所有法师立刻来我这里集合。
是时候让这片大陆再一次回想起精灵高等魔法仪式拥有怎样毁天灭地的力量。”
“您打算亲自出手？”
赛弗瑞尔猛地瞪大眼睛露出难以置信的表情。
“不然你以为我来是干什么？ 为了这顶所谓的科曼索王冠吗？
不！ 我来的目的就是为了扫平一切潜在的敌人。”
说罢，丝琳希微微扬起下巴露出了最强凡人法师应有的高傲。
与耐瑟瑞尔时代最强的大奥术师拉洛克一样，她也是个一辈子都保持着不败战绩的法术决斗之王。
包括伊尔明斯特在内的其他魔法女神选民都从未在相互切磋中胜过哪怕一场。
所以尽管敌人的数量非常多，可丝琳希却完全不当一回事。
别说外面这些歪瓜裂枣，就是泰拉曼特带着整个阴魂城来了，她有信心凭借一己之力将这座浮空城从天上打下来。
毕竟最顶尖奥术施法者的战斗，很多时候并不单纯取决于施法等级的高低、掌握法术数量的多寡、持有高阶魔法物品乃至神器的数量。
而是看谁更接近魔法的本质，能够将奥术的能量变成像呼吸心跳一样的本能。
从丝琳希发明的法术移改就能看得出，她在魔法领域的造诣早已超越了所有人，甚至不需要任何咒语和施法动作就能完成对自身体型和相貌的改变。
就这样，一场决定谁是科曼索真正统治者的战争悄无声息的拉开了序幕。
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)