Lord's Journal: "Zounds (large number): 500-999, High Elf enemy fleet discovered in the Barayamakan mudflats."
“Throng (large group): 100-249, a fleet of wood elves, discovered in the Balayamakan mudflats.”
"Horde (many) were found in the Balayamakan mudflats: 50-99, from the Bato Empire fleet."
Sphinx Medea said respectfully:
"My lord, this fleet of high elves is chasing a small human fleet, and the wood elf fleet is helping them as well."
Su Yue noticed that two more red dots, symbolizing the enemy, had appeared on the map of the Fog of War campaign.
He asked, "So these high elves aren't coming for us?"
Sphinx Medea, the sixth-rank general, had a serious expression and a cold, yet somewhat obsequious demeanor. His coldness stemmed from the inherent cruelty, bloodlust, and savagery of dark elves, while his obsequiousness came from his "Cthulhu" hero identity and his worship of the Great Old Ones. This contradictory attitude created a sense of tension.
"They're coming for us."
Su Yue: "You mean, their pursuit of the Bato Empire's merchant ships is just a pretext to test us? That way, no matter what we do, they can find a legitimate excuse to invade our coastal territory?"
"Yes."
It must be admitted that the High Elves found a very good excuse to invade other people's territories.
Three mast ships, along with Tier 5 Imperial artillerymen and a large number of Innsmouth citizens (Tier 2), boarded the vessels. They ascended the decks via the gangways, many carrying massive oak barrels, chests, and cannon ammunition. Four Dark Elf Alpk warships (Tier 5) and twelve small assault ships (Tier 2) were also filled with Su Yue's Dark Elf slave troops (218), Tier 3 Innsmouth Dreadspearmen (335), Tier 4 Innsmouth Dark Elf Wizards (162), and Tier 5 Innsmouth Dark Ark Pirates (86).
The special commander of this battle, the 6th-tier dark elf general Sphinx Medea, had a hooded eye unique to Cthulhu creatures appearing in his eye sockets as he spoke:
"My lord, our Cthulhu forces have assembled. However, the ships can only carry 500+ Cthulhu Mythos troops at present."
Su Yue chuckled and said, "The rest of you go into the water."
Behind Devil's Reef, in the enormous Tier 8 Dragon Harbor, countless Innsmouth people fell into the water. They were marine creatures, and if a comparison had to be made, they could be likened to "fishmen".
But whether they are "fishmen" or "frogmen," they all share the common characteristic of being extremely good swimmers.
A follower of Dagon, the Great Old One who rules the Cthulhu Sea.
The people of Innsmouth have made their living by fishing for generations.
"The river on the mudflats isn't very rapid... how could it really be possible??" Su Yue was extremely shocked. He knew that in a normal naval battle, ships were needed to carry the troops.
Otherwise, you can only build defenses on the shore, and only ranged crossbowmen, artillerymen, and flying units can participate in the battle. But Cthulhu's special forces can directly participate in the battle, swimming right there? Can you handle that??
Lord's Log: "Your 500+ Cthulhu troops have entered the water."
"...Awesome, of course it can only be used for short-distance combat swimming; if it's too far, the mobility of swimming will definitely be very slow, right?"
Su Yue was guessing, but what happened next almost scared him to death.
"..."
“…”
"How can they move so fast in the water?"
Upon hearing Su Yue's question, Sphinx Medea, on one knee, respectfully knelt at the port of Balayamakan mudflats and said, "My lord, your navigation technique should be working."
"? This is the effect of my Pathfinding Technique?"
Su Yue stared in shock at the Cthulhu forces in the ocean, which seemed to be swimming like skipjack tuna, creating gray and white waves on the surface of the water... The waves of more than 500 people looked like more than 500 people participating in a triathlon swimming competition, but at a much faster speed.
It was so fast that even Su Yue felt it was a bit bizarre.
"They're fucking faster than a ship?!"
Su Yue stared in shock at the four Dark Elf Alpko Tower Ships (Tier 5) not far away. These Tier 5 Tower Ships were a gift from Id Ya, but their speed seemed rather sluggish, probably less than ten knots.
But Cthulhu's naked swimming army... was much faster than this ship... and quickly cut through the waves, swimming away into the distance, looking like a large group of sharks lurking in the sea.
"..."
"Outrageous."
Su Yue sighed inexplicably… He has this kind of naval force? Who can stand against him now? I don't even need ships to fight you! What? Supplies? Ammunition? Just tell me how fast I can swim. If you need supplies, go to the coast… Playing around in the sea like this is definitely not going to work; it's too isolated and helpless. These Cthulhu-like troops also need food and water. Even evil gods need faith.
"Outer God Lord: The combat strength of your Cthulhu pantheon soldiers has increased by 40%."
Su Yue sensed that his special effect had lit up.
He wasn't sure if this combat power affected their speed of movement at sea. If it did, coupled with the attack rate boost from Europa, the council general, and Su Yue's own "pathfinding": reducing the impact of terrain on movement by 15%.
He will acquire an iron-clad "evil iron army" at sea.
Su Yue murmured, "Come on, my darlings, I'll show you a big treasure." At this moment, with the stunningly beautiful Europa beside him, Su Yue felt a little tipsy and wanted to drink a glass of red wine.
"You're really in a good mood."
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Dark clouds gathered, and a light rain fell. On a merchant ship in the city of Chivel in the Bato Empire, two merchants stared in fear at the raging storm outside the ship's side, saying:
"What should we do? The High Elf fleet is approaching immediately! Their massive, spiky ships could probably capsize us in an instant!!"
"Aaaaaaah!!"
"I don't want to die!"
A large, sharp-edged ship belonging to an elf crashed into them.
—Boom!!
Huge waves surged out to the right of the Bato Empire merchant ship, splashing water into white sprays, and the sounds of people splashing into the water could be heard, signs of their escape.
"puff……"
Humans, their arms like tiny ants, swam in the seawater. "Fire..." The cold command came from the sharp mouth of the commander of the high elf fleet above.
It's hard to imagine how he could utter such heartless words from such a cold mouth.
The High Elf third-tier Rotherveh Sea Guard raised his longbow.
Targeting the "black spots" in the ocean.
"Swish swish."
Human sailors, caravan crew members, and nobles of Zivel were all being tossed about like dumplings in a boiling pot of sea, enduring the erosion and torment of the raging waves. Magnum, an excellent swimmer from a young age, dived into the sea. Numerous sharks and unidentified carnivorous fish darted swiftly across the seabed, devouring their flesh.
Corpses, pieces of flesh, and chunks of blood splattered everywhere, the thin mist of blood diluted by the seawater creating a scene of utter hell above him. Magnum watched as arrows, like seals falling into the water, pierced the sea surface, forming white streaks… those streaks were the arrows fired by the high elf archers, sentinels, and Lor's Vikings…
"puff……"
Bubbles burst from his lungs as he watched a young man's chest pierced by an arrow... The high elves' longsword arrows were sharper and longer than those of ordinary Bartolomeu humans... so they had a greater range, and even when shot from high above the seabed, they still possessed terrifying power.
"Hide... I have to hide..."
He didn't know how much longer he could hold his breath. Many humans who had jumped into the sea from the merchant ships were forced by the High Elves to the point that they couldn't even stay on the surface of the water... let alone surface to catch their breath. Magnum watched as a caravan guard, who was clearly unable to hold his breath and had bubbles appearing in front of his eyes, swam upwards.
He shook his head at him.
He pointed to his chest and pounded it twice, indicating that he really couldn't hold it in any longer...
"..."
His body had barely emerged from the sea when he was riddled with arrows.
The high elves seem to have an inexhaustible supply of arrows.
Magnum watched as the guard of the Chiwell Fishing Guild was shot dead by a stray arrow before he even reached the surface of the sea... The sight of his body floating out of the water and being riddled with arrows as a threat filled Magnum with a sense of dread.
"Such a highly skilled force? Who could possibly be their match?"
The territory of Earl of Kaflwit has always been controlled by the High Elves, who have to pay high taxes on every voyage. Even so, countless sea merchants die every year... "Humanity will probably never be able to stand up again."
"The ocean is the territory of the high elves and dark elf pirates..."
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On the deck above the sea, a merchant's head was severed by a High Elf soldier during boarding action, and a pristine High Elf Tier 2 unit, the Matheran Spearman, pierced the chest of a Breton.
A Qi'er merchant, howling in terror, clutched his bleeding right ear and staggered away, but before he could escape the deck, a spear had already pinned him to the mast. The high elf archers, all farsighted lunatics, unleashed a barrage of arrows from nearly 30+ high elf sailing ships, like an inexhaustible engine of arrows, turning the merchants of the Barto merchant ships into pincushions.
The immense inertia of dozens of crossbow bolts sent them hurtling towards them.
The massacre is underway.
"Swish swish..."
The whistling sound of bullets cutting through the air continued, demonstrating that the High Elves possessed the longest shooting range on the entire continent. Although their shots were fired in an arc, their accuracy was terrifyingly precise.
At this very moment, on the surviving Barto merchant ship, another group of merchants said:
"We request the support of Lord Canaan and Baron Su Yue... We are a merchant ship from Qiweier City."
"Hurry, speed up, hurry, speed up, faster! Three more friendly ships have been attacked; we need emergency support. We need emergency medical care. Almost half the crew is injured."
"The standard-bearer was shot dead."
"Change...change the person, let the first mate go up..."
"The first mate said... he said he'd rather die than go up on the deck."
"The enemy is coming!!"
"Thump... thump... ahh!" The sounds of throat slitting and screams echoed continuously from the cabin and deck.
To avoid being slaughtered by the High Elves, many human merchants were forced to jump into the sea—abandoning ship and jumping into the sea still offered a chance of survival, but once caught by the High Elves, death was the only outcome.
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The dark clouds flickered with signs of thunder, and the water was murky and opaque.
The High Elves' army was exquisitely crafted, their banners fluttering in the fierce wind.
Lord Tyrion Rohr, with a solemn expression, long ears and a tall stature, always considered himself an elite high elf noble.
He felt that this mudflat was very strange. The enormous, dragon-like port building seemed to be a dragon's head piercing directly into the sky. Rather than being terrifying, it brought them great mental pressure.
"Lord Tyrone Zora, the Barayamakan mudflats of Canaan are just ahead... that building is rather terrifying..." He was, of course, referring to the port of the Tier 8 Cthulhu Dragon Fleet in the Canaanite territory.
“I saw it.”
The elven adjutant said, "Their naval forces—four dark elf Alpk Tower ships, a three-masted oar-bottomed mast ship, and a mixed fleet—are all approaching. Should we execute tactics? Avoid them or engage them head-on?"
Tyrone Jorge asked, "How many people are there?"
"12 small assault ships, 4 fifth-tier Dark Elf warships, and the enemy Dark Elf force numbers approximately 500..."
"And what about us?"
The high elf lieutenant standing on the deck had distinctive long ears; their helmets were specially made, unlike human helmets which often didn't have the space or slots for long ears.
"We High Elves are renowned for our elite troops, and we are confident of defeating them..." the High Elf adjutant said with high morale.
Tyrion and the high elves loathe seeing the dark elf forces at sea. The gloomy weather, the darkness, the seawater and reefs, and the colossal, dragon-like structure of Canaan filled them with a sense of destruction and carnage.
It was as if not doing so would result in a backlash.
The sense of threat leads to killing.
It brought destruction and attacks.
“The Canaanite territory has become a problem. Let’s destroy their ports and troops…” Tyrone Zohr’s serious expression was fixed on the Canaanite navy in the distance.
"A motley crew of despicable dark elf pirates."
"The legendary Canaanite lords are said to possess terrifying strength, an indomitable army, and rampant morale... Is there enough time to train troops in a naval battle?"
Talon Ruerri raised his head proudly. Countless troops of the Elven Kingdom, their golden light shimmering in the darkness, stood in neat formation, displaying the aura of an elite army.
"All troops, charge! Launch a naval invasion of the Canaanite territory of Barayamakham!"
All the elven ships immediately changed course, the water spreading out in a white, smoky pattern, which, along with the golden rays of the setting sun, seemed to correspond to and reference the Canaanite territory shrouded in thick black clouds in the distance.
The army of the High Elf Kingdom of Krado, commanded by Tyrone Jorge, consists of 342 Tier 3 Matheran Heirs Heavy Guards, 332 Tier 3 Tar Archers, 252 Tier 4 High Elf Tideriders, and 67 Tier 5 High Elf Hoth Sword Saints. They also include 200 Tier 2 High Elf Rangers who are responsible for logistics and crew work.
"Crush them!"
As Tyrone Rohr shouted triumphantly, a volley of fire erupted the moment the 500+ Canaanite Dark Elf fleet closed in on him.
"It's the Dark Elf's Fear Spear Thrower..."
"puff……"
A high elf soldier standing on the deck next to Tyrone Rohr was propelled by the immense inertia of the spear and crashed into a distant cabin.
"Ahhh."
In an instant, Tyrone Rohrer watched as at least thirty high elves fell from the ship. They clearly didn't need his orders to raise their shields, yet they were still pierced by the terrifying spear throwers' momentum.
"This range is wrong!!!"
The adjutant exclaimed in horror, "It's the power of a fourth-tier unit!!! But the spears are those of a second-tier Fearful Hand... How did their range suddenly increase by nearly 200 meters?"
The range of javelins is much shorter than that of arrows... Unless their troops are strong enough and powerful enough, Tyrone Jorge and his adjutant clearly sensed that something was wrong... Their archers had a range of 450 meters, but the enemy javelin throwers should only have a range of 200 to 240 meters. How could they possibly hit them?
"Swish swish..."
With a whooshing sound, Tyrone Zorr cut the spear thrown by the fearsome hairy hand in half with a single sword strike.
"What...what is that?"
The adjutant stared in shock at the distant sea, where ripples of water, like the dorsal fins of swordfish, appeared, as if enemy troops were lurking in the currents, but their speed was too fast.
"There are enemy troops in the water too!!!"
Tyrone Jorge immediately realized this and ordered his men to fire into the water.
The war of death, once it began, revealed its cruelty.
A fourth-order dark elf wizard of Cthulhu, riddled with arrows, lay in the ocean, his body flowing with black dark elf blood.
Cthulhu's blood flows continuously in the ocean.
The biggest difference between Su Yue's troops and the main force was that he hadn't had time to replace all their armor. They only equipped one-third of their troops with armor.
The equipment, spears, and ammunition were also insufficient.
"They're too fast!!"
The adjutant stared in shock at the dark silhouettes of the Dark Elf forces swimming in the water…
"No, they are not dark elf troops, they seem to be... they seem to be a corrupted army corrupted by an evil god!"
"What??"
"Their rank is abnormal!!"
The fifth-tier Insmouth Dark Ark pirates, climbing aboard the high elf ship like vines, raised their shields. High elf arrows rained down on them, clanging crisply, yet the arrows were somehow blocked by their fish-scale-like skin, embedding themselves in the outer layer, or perhaps they didn't even penetrate their defenses?
"This...this level of defense??"
The High Elf's heir to Matheran stared in horror at the scene.
"At first I thought only 500+ soldiers could participate in the battle. I dared to launch a surprise attack on the northern fortress with 5,000 troops. You have the same number of troops as me, do you dare to confront me head-on?"
Su Yue stood on the Dark Elf Alpco Building ship, a cold expression on his face.
Lord's Log: "Your Ancient Dominator's divine power, the Spiral Annihilation Fear characteristic erupts, enemy morale -7, Spiral Annihilation Fear causes the enemy to suffer negative statuses such as madness and mania."
—Outer God Lord: Your Cthulhu pantheon soldiers' combat strength increased by 40%.
The Cthulhu Dark Elf army, whose stats already exceeded those of normal units, became even more exaggerated under his influence.
The Dark Elves are traitors to the High Elves.
Both share the same bloodline and have the same ancestors. The Dark Elf has evolved into a Cthulhu monster, which is one level of advancement. Su Yue's "Outer God Lord +40%" advancement is the second level of advancement.
The Tier 3 Terror Spearman, displaying strength approaching that of a Tier 5 unit, saw its range increase by 200 meters, resulting in a complete and overwhelming victory in the battle.
Tyrone Rohr watched as the Dark Elf forces, like countless ocean vines, climbed onto the deck of the warship.
He roared, "Attack!!!"
"attack!!"
"attack!"
Once contact was made, the battle entered a fierce stage, with both sides' ships drawing closer to each other.
Magnum, a sailor from the Chivel territory who should have been submerged in the water, carefully clutched his chest and felt his vision blurring before surfacing after seeing the numerous corpses floating on the surface of the sea without any arrow marks.
"Cough cough cough cough..."
The intense stench of blood and the saltiness of the sea constantly assaulted his nostrils, causing him to choke on water and cough loudly. Magnum, an excellent swimmer, had barely surfaced when he was met with the sight of the incredibly powerful, even despair-inducing, army of the pointy-eared High Elves.
it turns out……
It actually collided with more than a dozen pitch-black warships?!
On deck…
"What???"
"This...how is this possible???"
Magnum swore he would never forget the horrific scene unfolding before his eyes... a massive, dark elf army had boarded the decks and ships of the High Elves... and the High Elf army, which he had previously considered invincible, had crumbled under the attack??
"Canaan's naval forces???"
Before setting sail, he had received training in nautical ensignology, so he naturally recognized the large flag with eel patterns on a black background as the battle flag of the Canaan Baronies...
"Something's not right... How come there are dark elf soldiers serving as troops in our human territory of the Bathor Empire?"
"They actually suppressed the High Elves?!"
"The High Elves...the High Elves are starting to collapse???"
Like dumplings falling into the water, the corpses of the high elves were scattered and thrown into the water by the dark elf guards... Unlike those who voluntarily sought refuge in the water, most of the high elf soldiers were killed and then fell into the sea.
Magnum stared in shock at a high elf horned ship not far away.
A one-armed High Elf, whose abdomen was severely injured and whose shoulder was severed, drew his bow and shot an arrow at him the instant he noticed him.
"Oh no..."
Magnum was just about to dive into the sea to avoid the High Elves' onslaught when... a spear was hurled down from above... the High Elf in the sea was instantly pierced through the brain and died right before his eyes.
"Canaan?? The lords of Canaan?"
"This...this is too strong! The strength of this military formation?!"
"The Dark Elf forces have all submitted to him?"
Seeing the once invincible High Elf army crumble and fall, Magnum burst into laughter in the sea: "Hahahaha..."
"You...you bunch of long-eared scum, you've finally met your match."
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"Retreat! It's too late to retreat!!"
"Lord Tyrone, the forces of Matheran's Heir have been routed!!!"
"how so??"
“Slaughter, it was a one-sided slaughter.”
Tyrone Rohrer pierced the chest of a Tier 5 Innsmouth Dark Ark pirate with his sword. His lieutenant beside him was already dead, his body lying beneath the severed banner.
Chaos reigned on the entire ship, and the eerie eyes of the pirates from the Dark Ark of Innsmouth revealed a hint of the evil god of the Kreece:
"High Elf leader?"
"..."
The Dark Elves and High Elves are sworn enemies... and now, as they fight, their hatred is palpable!
Tyrone Zorr could have dealt with Tier 5 Dark Elf units without expending so much stamina, but after killing only three, he already felt a wave of dizziness!
"This isn't the strength of a Tier 5 unit, this is Tier 6..."
"!!!"
He also knew that his ability to see the enemy's high-ranking troops meant that all the units ahead had either been wiped out or breached...
"hehe……"
"puff……"
His right arm was severed by a dark elf leader who resembled a night owl, and the smooth, mirror-like wound revealed blood vessels and muscle tissue.
The Sphinx Medea gracefully wielded a longsword, her pupils as black as ink spilled on a lake.
Watching Tyrone Jorge's movements.
He swung his longsword back at the opponent.
Sphinx Medea blocked the attack and said, "Such a weak and pathetic High Elf army? What is the point of their existence? How about surrendering?"
Tyrone Zorr's stamina was nearly depleted. His movements, which should have been incredibly swift, became sluggish and slow due to his reduced strength. The numerous elven corpses, blood, and remains formed a scene of utter devastation in his vision...
Where is your leader?
Tyrone Rohrer staggered and asked the dark elf general before him.
Sphinx Medea: "You will not see the Su Yue people."
Tyrone Zorr struck twice in quick succession; the longsword flew a short distance and embedded itself in the deck, blurring his vision.
Medea the Sphinx walked calmly past him.
His head drooped at an angle in the golden sunlight.
"If you don't surrender, you die."
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Lord Beltran, the Wood Elf, stared at the scene in utter shock.
"Terron Jorge, that powerful man, is dead?"
"The Canaanite navy wiped out a fleet of over 1000 High Elves??"
They had been observing the battle from the beginning... No one thought the High Elves would be defeated.
What exactly is the Canaanite navy?
"That's terrifying!"
"What kind of troops are they? They can't possibly be ordinary dark elf troops..." The training ranks of troops from all races are fixed, and their organizational structures have long been fixed. They have a good understanding of each other, but how could the ocean troops of the Canaan Territory be able to defeat more than 1,000 high elves?
Are the High Elves the dominant seafarers who have sealed off the oceans of the human empire?
Control of the sea has always been in the hands of others.
Wood elves are allies of the high elves.
At this moment, however, they had no intention of intervening in the battle... they were all shocked by the terrifying strength of the Canaanite navy.
What puzzled them most was why the Canaanite troops could launch a surprise attack on the Elven forces in the water without using ships.
Lord Beltran, the Wood Elf: "Withdraw."
"Retreat immediately..."
"yes."
The 200+ Wood Elf troops, crammed into fewer than ten ships, immediately turned and retreated into the distance…
On the Canaanite lands, less than one-tenth of the merchant ships of the Bathor Empire remained... On the wrecked vessels, many humans wept sorrowfully for their deceased family members, relatives, and friends...
Lord's Log: "You have achieved a glorious victory, defeating over 1000 Legions, obtaining 420 Tier 3 Armor, 145 Tier 4 Weapons, and [amount missing] gold..."
"You have gained 3400 Lord Experience".
Su Yue shook his head: "After all, it was a small force, only 1,000+ people. It was wiped out in no time. They didn't even get a taste of the true strength of my Cthulhu army. It was just an appetizer."
The casualty ratio reached an astonishing 1:11. He wiped out nearly 700+ High Elf troops before they collapsed, while his own casualties were less than 70...
What an outrageous number this is!
"There are no operations involved, it's all numerical data."
"I'm a pure stats monster now."
"Dark elves are already elite, and with the added Cthulhu mutation, plus the 40% bonus from 'Outer God Lord: Your Cthulhu pantheon soldiers' combat power +40%'..."
"They won too easily."
He looked at the Sphinx Medea kneeling on one knee not far away.
Sphinx Medea said, "My lord, the Wood Elf fleet has fled."
Over 300 high elf troops have surrendered to him.
Su Yue wasn't bothered by accepting the elven troops; he was a lord known for his "ragtag army." He didn't mind being even more ragtag... at least it would dilute the "dwarf lord" connotation, which he was quite accepting of.
The sixth-tier Cthulhu Dark Elf General, Sphinx Medea, said:
"My lord, the merchant ships in the Qiwei territory have suffered heavy losses, and there are now no more than one hundred survivors. Should we rescue them?"
"Of course we should save them. We should retrieve them and send a few of our representatives, who are not missing any limbs, to talk to me."
"yes."
Thus, Magnum and his men from the territory of Chivel were saved when they entered the territory of Canaan; otherwise, they would all have perished at sea.
Su Yue's gaze also fell upon the distant High Elf forces and the control of the sea.
"High Elves..."
"You dare to invade my territory? This matter is not over yet."
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