The first thousand one hundred and fifty-eight chapters join forces with Anmir
The Great Forest of Athel Loren, the Kingswood, where the Oak of Ages is located.
The divinely chosen champion of Alaire, the hero of the wood elves, Alaros-the Hero is reading Ryan's letter, with black lines all over his face.
An army of millions, a thousand members of the Holy Grail?
Who are you lying to?
Are you lying to yourself? How many troops do you have but you don’t know how to count? Are you lying to the serfs? Is it useful?
Are you lying to us? Although Eislay is autistic, he can be said to be well aware of the situation in the entire old world. Wood elf mercenaries, wild forest rangers and intelligence organizations from all over the world continuously send intelligence to this big forest. If Ryan said that he had mobilized an army of 100,000 people, Aralos might send someone to confirm it. An army of one million people... was too much.
Can you deceive a beastman? The intelligence of a beastman needs to be deceived? Can you deceive him? Morgul has always been known for his lack of intelligence and relies on instinct, so it is useless to deceive him.
In short, Aralos really couldn't understand why Ryan did this.
However, during the long expedition, Aralos did get enough experience. After thinking about it for a while, he vaguely felt that he had caught something.
He is acting.
You know he's acting.
He knows you know he's acting.
But he's still acting.
And it's clear that he plans to continue acting.
It made Aralos want to give Ryan an "upright and upright" tapestry.
Lord Tasien can feel that Ryan is not a fool. Since he did this, he must have other intentions. The current situation is that the alliance between Britannia and the wood elves is closely related and in a situation of advancing and retreating together.
Since you want to act, you might as well act the whole set.
Aralos wrote: "His Majesty the Knight King Lian Malcador has personally signed the letter. The letter has been received. Queen Alaire has been in Anmir to prepare for the ceremony. All the troops in Eslay will be under my full command. The army will stay in the city. He will assign all the troops under his command, draw reinforcements from the ten kingdoms, and raise a total of... raise..."
Aralos hesitated for a while, then simply wrote down: "The total strength is 400,000."
That's right! You have a million lions, and I have an army of 400,000!
An army of 1.4 million! Couldn't the cricket demon Gul be defeated with a snap of his finger?
After finishing writing, Aralos, who usually rarely talks but likes to joke and play humor, burst out laughing. Lord Tasien Woodland lay on the table, almost crying with laughter.
Who are we Eislay and these chivalrous patients acting for? The Empire? Isn’t the Empire busy dealing with the chaos craze in the north and preparing for the Sylvanian Holy War? The Southern Kingdom? The Southern Kingdom has never cared about this. Bian, is it for the dwarfs in the mountains?
What do those short stackers know?
Aralos laughed for a while, then his face became serious again.
Now that Queen Alaire is presiding over the ceremony, the Twilight sisters are not around, and Orion has not yet been resurrected, Araloth is the actual person in charge of the wood elves. He has been facing a series of problems recently.
First of all, with the recent news from major kingdoms, the Wood Elves have discovered a worrying problem - the number of newborns is decreasing, the corruption of Chaos is increasing, and many Dryads have become more and more hostile to the existence of Wood Elves and are constantly trying to steal At the same time, due to the failure of the great guardian, the erosion of the magic network and the forest by the wind of chaos caused the animals to mutate? Food sources decreased, and beastmen spawned from time to time in the forest.
This is also the reason why the Wood Elves and the Knight Kingdom signed a military alliance. The Wood Elves urgently need a more comfortable external environment, a stable enough source of food, minerals, commodity imports and sufficient export trade profits to ensure the vitality and prosperity of society.
Stability of birth rate.
Perhaps many people think Arallos is foolhardy, and maybe he once was, but now Aralos is deliberately letting everyone retain this inherent impression so that he can profit from it.
Alaros has studied the population decline of high elves and dwarves. Why do high elves experience population decline? This has been mentioned before (high happiness, high welfare, involution)? I won’t repeat it here? As for the population of dwarves
? Aralos also studied it carefully.
For example, why are the dwarf kingdoms of Breeze Castle, Copper Mountain Castle, and Horn Castle dwarves? Most dwarf women will not give birth to more than four children in their lifetime? But the dwarves of Haimen Pass, Eight Peaks Mountain, and Eternal Peak dwarves?
Most dwarf women give birth to more than eight dwarves?
It's very simple. Have you never been to Eternal Peak Alaros? But King Belega and King Byrnov of Bafeng Mountain and Haimen Pass strongly encourage childbirth. More children will receive more subsidies. Enjoy many reproductive benefits and guaranteed educational opportunities? Belega even
It is announced that the birth of more than eight children will be directly awarded the "Heroic Mother Medal"? Even if you give birth? Try your best to give birth, the kingdom will pay for the support. Have more children and contribute to the rejuvenation of the Angland clan!
The dwarves of Bafeng Mountain urgently need more people, a large number of people, to be able to defend their homeland, mine mines, recover lost lands, and rebuild fortresses. Bafeng Mountain is too big, and most of the dozen or so fortresses, workshops, and mines in it are empty.
Lots of lifts
Will be waiting for everyone, Belegar promised that no matter how humble and weak the clan children are, they will have the opportunity to become lords and join the Angrond Oath Guard. Countless jobs are waiting for the newborns and all the Angrond clan.
Dwarf immigrants.
Therefore, Aralos is not only happy to see the alliance with the Knight Kingdom come to fruition, but also thinks it is necessary. Among Eislay, he is a staunch "Ryan supporter" (although there is an element of love for the house and the bird due to Lilith)
, when Alaire was away, it was Araros who overcame all opinions and suppressed the voices that opposed the conclusion of a military alliance and the formation of a coalition with Britannia.
But he also murmured in his heart, in order to form an alliance, is it really necessary to give the Twilight sisters to Devon Hill as maids?
If they want to interfere with external forces, the wood elves have always adhered to two policies. First, if the other party is a coward, then it is best to control him. Everything should put the interests of the wood elves first. In fact, many Dukes of Britannia have done so in the long history.
That's how it is controlled.
If the other party is a very powerful Mingjun, then the Wood Elf will keep an eye on it when it is in danger, take the initiative to show goodwill and help, let the other party remember the favor, and give priority to the interests of the Wood Elf when considering the interests of its own country, such as
That's how Ryan and Karl-Franz handled it.
But what does it mean to arrange it for Devon Hill? Does he have the right to speak? Does he have military power?
Alaros actually has thoughts about the Twilight sisters, but now he can only accept them.
The second thing was a magical message placed on the table, from Prince Elsharion of Yris of the Kingdom of Yris of the High Elves, and B'Elanna, the Second Archmage of the Council of Magisters of the White Tower of Hoth in the Kingdom of Savri.
you.
This is a letter asking for help. The high elves requested assistance from the wood elves, hoping that the wood elves could send an army to help rescue the trapped little queen.
Yes, after spending a lot of time regrouping the army, Eltharion finally set off from Yris, preparing to go to the old world, and once again try to save the little queen for the promise he made to his best friend Tyrion.
Yris was also invaded by demons. It took Eltharion a lot of time to drive out the Chaos Demon Legion in the mist. Then he gathered as many troops as possible without affecting Yris's defense - only a thousand
The army of more than 200 people, plus Princess Adila's chariot regiment, is only more than 1,400 people.
That's it? Ah? That's it? 1,400 people also want to save the little queen? Before you, a large group of legendary heroes + 2,000 elites + the dwarf High King personally led the troops to support but still couldn't save you. Now the dwarves ignore you, just think of us.
Group of cousins?
The Brittanians next door already have an army of millions!
Go ahead and play with your eggs! Alaros threw the letter aside without thinking.
To this day, many wood elves still miss the Elf Empire and yearn for Ulthuan, but few understand the thoughts of the high elves better than Alaire's chosen champion - in the eyes of the high elves, Athel Loren is just
A colony that has been separated from its homeland for many years, not a sovereign country.
This is an insult.
There are only two people who can order the proud wood elf hero to do something he doesn't want to do, one is Alaire and the other is Lilith.
After finishing all matters, Aralos also led the army to go to war.
The 20,000-strong Wood Elf army is the largest army assembled by the Wood Elves since the last battle of Mousilon.
The Wood Elves' legendary force, the Talas Eagle Guard, and Araloth's personal guard, the Greyhawks, are ready.
The Vaal champion warriors of the Starlight Forge joined the team holding great swords.
The Dracola Hawkeyes of the Wild Forest are ready to fight Morgul again.
The Islay War Dancers of the Trickster's Grove can't wait to offer their magnificent dance moves to Loic, the god of trickery.
The eternal guards of the Heart of Winter are ready to go.
The woodland cavalry in the Tianhen River section are prancing among the woodlands.
The war eagle cavalry of Moon Spring Grove flew high in the sky.
The woodland guards on the riverbank in midsummer listen to the whispers of forest spirits.
It is winter, and the dryads are all sleeping. There will be no help from the dryads in this battle, but this is nothing to Athel Loren and Araloth.
Because, the hunting season is coming!
Duwu~duwu~duduwuwuwuwu~~~
Imperial calendar year 2522, January, Anmir, the Land of Withering.
The chivalry army and the wood elf army gathered here.
At first, the knightly army entered the forest under the leadership of the wood elf envoys and guides. Human beings were very curious about all this at first, and forced themselves into the deep, quiet, opaque forest, a kind of ancient and natural
The breath of it hits my face, in many very
Many years later, the Great Forest of Athel Loren still retains a small part of the original appearance of the world before the arrival of the Old Saints. This makes short-lived humans very curious, while the wood elves look at them with fooling and ridicule.
Looking at these short-lived ghosts talking about that.
The poor short-lived ghosts cannot understand the web of life and the original power of the great forest at all. Even if it is told to them, their short lifespan and low thinking and logical ability are destined to be unable to understand everything.
Therefore, most of human questions remain unanswered.
But there are exceptions, such as...
"Sister Nestra, Sister Arohan, you guys usually live here." Devon Hill was sandwiched between the two eldest sisters. Sister Twilight held one of his arms, and many people were talking.
I am particularly envious of Devon Hill's beauty, but only Devon Hill himself knows how passionate and fiery his two eldest sisters are underneath a frosty surface, and how shy and seductive underneath the lively and agile appearance of his two eldest sisters.
"Yes, we usually live in the big forest."
"We often help some homeless people. Little brother, are you interested in traveling with us to the deep forest for a few days?"
"If Devin comes, we can take you to Uncle Dais' Starlight Forge and our oak residence in King's Forest. There are delicious food and fun things in there."
"Come with us, no one will bully you, because the only ones who can bully you are us!"
Sister Twilight said something to each other, but Devonhill had little resistance and was about to agree in a daze. Fortunately, the baron still knew that business was important: "I will ask my father when the war is over."
"Then, it's a deal!" Nestela gently pecked Devon Hill's left cheek.
"You can't escape, little brother." Arohan kissed Devon Hill hard on his right cheek.
Devon Hill's face turned red. Alisara had been forgotten by him. He decided to follow his father's advice. The most important thing was to cherish the happiness in front of him.
However, as we went deeper into the forest, the scenery in front of us suddenly changed drastically.
The trees and woodland first changed from emerald green to soft green to dark green, and then began to turn yellow, rotten, and distorted.
The woodland was a chaotic scene. Entire tracts of woodland became withered and dead. Tumors grew on the ground. Twisted fruits hung one after another on the trees. Some were even bigger than a deer. Many strange creatures
Their faces were covered with fleshy bumps and extra hooves, tentacles and even heads. They looked extremely painful, roaring and attacking any creature that appeared in their sight...even attacking themselves.
Of course, these mobs could not stop the knightly army. Ryan raised his hand and used two psychic storms to eliminate them, but the strange scene in front of him was still deeply engraved in everyone's mind.
"This is Anmere, the land of withering." The Lake Fairy walked beside Ryan. The expression on the goddess's face was very serious: "This used to be a lush and open green forest, but everything changed in a war.
, Morgul was slain here, and his corrupted and filthy blood permanently tainted the place."
"Why can't Morgul be driven out and then destroyed?" Ryan asked casually.
"Kedile, one of the three ancient tree men, thought so too." The fairy in the lake wanted to hold Ryan's hand and interlock her fingers, but the goddess thought that she was in a public place now, so she pulled Sulia and let her
Sulia held one hand with Ryan and the other with herself, then shook her head with a wry smile: "The ancient tree man Cordile didn't hate elves and madness from the beginning.
But during the Battle of Pain, a large number of dryads couldn't stand the chaos and corruption that continued to spill out of Morgul's body and went crazy. Cordile saw this and personally rushed away the beastman army with his body, allowing Queen Allel to face him directly.
Morgul created an opportunity, but it was this close contact that directly led to Cordile's gradual corruption and madness."
"On the physical level, as long as you touch Morgul or be covered with its blood, the only outcome is corruption, mutation and madness, and the same is true on the magical level. So far, no creature can truly recover.
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"It's just a ball of self-propelled corruption." Ryan complained: "Morgul will continue to corrupt the surrounding environment as long as he stands there, alive, dead, touched, and breathing?"
"Yes." The Lake Fairy nodded.
In the middle of the great forest of Anmere, there is a giant oak tree with dead branches like claws and twists. The oak tree is completely dead and has been corrupted to the point where it is hollow in the middle, leaving only the twisted and everted skin and madness.
There was no grass growing for several kilometers.
The only hope of life came from Queen Alaire, who was standing under the giant oak tree. She and a group of Thorn Sisters were preparing and performing a ceremony.
"Queen Alaire knows more about Morgul, you can ask her yourself." The Fairy of the Lake indicated that Ryan could go up and ask for advice: "Morgul's power is very strange, maybe this will be a good influence on you and it in the future.
Fighting helps."
"Well, I understand." Ryan bit his fingertip, and the Gray Knight Primarch looked at the desolate and twisted land of Anmere: "But before that, I have to do something."
The light of psychic energy shines!
The blood of the original body dripped, and the entire forest of Anmeer began to wail, and black ichor flowed out of the land!
"Very good, let me see, which one is more powerful is Morgul's blood or mine!"