Chapter 780: The Eight Gods Alliance (Part 2)
Before the war, it must be a temptation.
Although the holy war has not yet begun in full swing, some local tentative wars have begun.
These battles before the outbreak of the jihad cannot even be called war, but just conflicts. In many waters, fleets of both sides encountered each other on narrow roads continued to appear, and then there were about to break out battles, without exception.
Every day, one or two such battles will occur in a certain place. Although the scale and impact are not great, they are like thorns, which always stimulate the nerves of humans and elves. The tense atmosphere is getting stronger and stronger.
The war has extended to a very far place.
On this day, a fleet of elves suddenly met a training fleet of the Radiant Lord Church in a certain sea area that was originally extremely quiet.
The crew members on the "Fuxing" are ready to go.
"Captain, the human fleet was found in front of him!" said the lookout.
"Prepare for battle, Annien's loyal people!" the captain blurted out.
"yes!"
"The magician is ready immediately, the priest is ready to bless the magical arts, and the druids choose freely!" The captain continued to order: "Notify the flagship and other ships."
"As for the order!" Rolek responded, representing the magician.
Among a group of mages, he was wearing a cloak, which attracted special attention. He was a level 8 mage, who commanded the elves of the ship as a human being.
Annien is a strict god. When Rolek has made many achievements, he will naturally receive rewards.
After Annin ignited the divine fire, he vigorously conducted regular training among the elves, passing on the warrior training system and magic training system.
In the past five years, the warriors have been transformed and the number of mages has increased significantly.
The only flaw in the past was the priest, but now it has basically been filled, but now it is not of high level.
Almost at the same time, the human fleet opposite also arranged combat formations.
"Dou!" The desolate and high horn sounded, which was almost two-sided simultaneous behavior.
There is no other result, and the battle can be said to be the only result.
When the two fleets suddenly woke up from the silence, the fierce attack began.
Everyone was ready to attack the opponent. The roar of the waves, the sound of the ships hitting the swords, and the sound of the attack was about to begin.
Every ten fighters on the side of the Radiant Lord Church were led by knights above level five.
These people can be regarded as capable personnel of the Race Lord Church. After a period of special training, they have reached a very powerful sea combat level.
The most important thing for the people of the elves is that their lifespan is as high as 300 years. During their long lifespan, they are good at various combat skills and have various experiences that humans do not have. Naturally, they have a considerable advantage in various battles and fights.
What's more, many elves are good at bows, arrows, spells, and close to nature to use natural elements. These talents are also good for practical combat.
"Group Fire Element!" This is a level six magic spell, and a mage who is only above level eight. He can barely cast the scroll. When the light flashes, a layer of red light will appear on the hull.
This can offset most of the flaming attacks and reduce the destruction of the ship.
"Fireball Techniques, let go!" With a command, six fireballs rushed up at a close human warship. If Romon was there, he would naturally understand that this was a saturation attack.
"Boom!" Under such an attack, the ship exploded and broke.
On the sea, lightning beams and ice storms are all slags, and the flaming explosion spell is the highest.
"For my lord, crossbow team!" The human fleet issued an order.
Originally, it was difficult to use a crossbow on a boat. The reason was very simple. Whether it was a bow or an arrow, it would be damaged once it was damp.
However, it is not absolutely impossible to use. Magic maintenance and wax sealing can extend the life of the bow and crossbow.
Under the holy war, of course, all materials are tilted and there is no need to care about losses.
"Puff!" With a command, a crossbow like rain flew into the sky, covering up a piece of sunshine.
"Ah!" Even with light armor, the elves screamed in tears on one of the decks.
"The priest team is in emergency rescue and ready to fight with the ship!" The order was issued again.
The warships collided in an instant, and both sides took advantage of their various advantages to rush onto each other's ship. Below was the fight between the soldiers.
The Lord of Glory Church has knights on it, but because they are fighting at sea, the heavy armor they wear in daily life is not on their upper body. At this time, they are wearing a thin layer of armor, holding a long sword in their hands, with a cold light shining with a murderous aura.
The elves fighting them became lighter and lighter in their bodies, and every jump brought a sense of natural dance.
Every flash of light will bring a gust of blood.
Blood and beauty, in them, are so harmonious, as if they are beautiful puzzles, which make people unable to help but be addicted to it.
War is cruel. In an instant, killing sounds are everywhere, blood is scattered, and corpses are buried everywhere.
When the battle finally broke out, both sides participating in the battle, whether it was the elves or the Lord of the Glory, their hearts were tightly tight, and the momentum of the battlefield alone made them feel very stressed.
When the corpses of their companions fell to the ground, and when the lives that were still alive just now disappeared into the vast sea in a blink of an eye, both the Lord of the Glory and the Elf could not help but go crazy. They were all eager to avenge their companions and eager to kill their enemies.
The battle scene where the battle was originally in a short-term handover soon changed.
The intermediate and above priests of the Radiant Church took the lead in action.
"My Lord, you are the glorious divine, may your shelter be over your believers - the art of group blessing!" These pastors prayed for blessings again.
The sacred glory shrouded down, and all the warriors of the Lord of Glory were shrouded in a thin layer of light.
The first responsibility of the priest is not warriors, but blessings and healing. Now they can only use the collective blessing technique first to let the blessings of the Lord of Glory come to all the injured Lord of Glory Church knights.
"My Lord, you are the master of the elves. May you give us a more united perception - group connection technique!"
"My Lord, you are the master of the elves. May you give us more fierce fighting spirit - group courage!"
Even if it is a tentative conflict, all elves are precious. The long-term piety accumulated and the extraordinary promotion of priests are on the front line.
The high chant was a prayer for Anne, and prayer soon became a reality.
The elves quickly gained more blessings, and most of them were divine arts that were biased towards the war field.
The battle began again, this time, it was far more fierce and cruel than the previous few times.
Each human and the elves fought against each other with the most explosive power.
Under such circumstances, the death of both sides in the battle will naturally become more and more serious.
On the sea, some white things began to float, those were corpses falling from the boat, and the red liquid polluted the nearby sea water.
In the sky, ugly monster birds who like to eat meat were croaking and screaming. They coveted the corpses on the sea, whether they were the corpses of the elves or the corpses of the humans, in their eyes, they were all extremely delicious food. But the fighting atmosphere below made them keenly sense the danger. They dared not go down to catch the corpses easily, and they dared not approach those fighting.
Their choice is actually correct. At this time, in the sea below, both the elves and humans have long been red in their eyes, and spell blessings are constantly coming, filling the rapidly disappearing power in the bodies of the warriors on both sides. If they rush down, they will only become victims of the other side of the battle.
"If this continues, it will turn from conflict to real war." The deputy commander of the fleet of the Lord of the Glory Church persuaded him. During the battle just now, one of the deputy commanders' arm was injured. At this time, blood continued to flow down, and the thin armor was also broken, looking very embarrassed.
Next to him was a commander with a little red eyes, and his appearance didn't look much better than him.
After listening to his advice, the commander's emotions that had been in a state of excitement were finally suppressed. He looked at the elf opposite him unwillingly and said viciously: "Retreat!"
After the human army retreated in a hurry, the elves did not take the action of continuing to attack. Obviously, they also suffered huge casualties due to this battle. Each elves are precious and cannot be consumed in this way.
"Order the priest to heal immediately." This is the first order. All the priests start to heal. As long as they do not die on the spot, they can be rescued. Although the healing magic will greatly consume life, there is still enough life consumption for the elves' three hundred years of life.
"His Excellency Rolek, how do you think of this battle?" the captain asked suddenly.
Roleke was wearing a cape and a hood, covering everything up. He was silent for a moment and said, "Captain, I think from the moment alone, we are evenly matched with humans."
"From a post-even if it is treated, serious trauma will directly affect life. Therefore, our long-term combat power is better than humans."
This means that a serious injury often reduces life span of several months to one year. If this continues, new and old injuries will explode, and the next time you will lose more.
Even if you are rescued, the soldiers will not be able to withstand such troubles several times and will quickly age and die.
However, due to the long lifespan of elves, the number of tossings in this way is several times higher than that of humans.
"But, humans win because there are too many people. Ten deaths can be fought in exchange for us as an elves, as long as humans resist demons, at any cost." Luolaik said this and kept silent.
"...You are right. Lord Rolek, after you get ashore this time, please go to the main temple once. Your Archbishop will meet you in person." The captain said.
"Yes, Captain!" Rolek responded respectfully and retreated aside.
"It seems that the training is not enough, humans are very powerful." At this time, an elf in a priest's robe stood on the deck, looking at the human fleet away, and said with a gloomy face.
"Bissar, I think it's not that we have not trained enough, but that we lack time." The captain said.
Although once Annen took office, he began to spread more formal and excellent training methods among his followers, it was only a short time, and just five years was not enough to fully bring the elves to a higher level.
"Yeah, that's right, but humans won't give us time." The bishop said with a sigh.
"What should we do now? Don't we pursue them? They killed many of our companions!" At this time, an elf said beside him in confusion.
"We are almost the same as theirs. If we continue, we will only suffer both losses and kill more companions. The battle with humans has not officially begun. We must preserve our strength. Do you understand?" The elf bishop looked at the talking elf coldly and said reprimandingly.
After he said this, the elf dared not say anything else.
The elf bishop's gloomy eyes kept watching the human fleet leave, and then he ordered: "Go back to the island first!"
"Bissary, then our companions!" the elf said hesitantly.
The elf bishop looked over and saw that the elf speaking was pointing down the boat with a sad face. On the sea, one-third of the floating corpses belonged to their elves.
"They can give up the bodies of their comrades, but we can't. Let's salvage all the bodies of us warriors first." The elf bishop exhaled and said.
What he refers to was naturally the group of people from the Radiant Lord Church who resolutely left.
In fact, after so many companions died, the Elf Bishop was in a bad mood, but this was war. No one could stop all this from happening, so he could only choose to accept it helplessly.
In fact, the elves did not ignore the dead like the ones in the Radiant Church. On the contrary, after hearing the elves' bishop let go, they all ran to help, and tried hard to salvage all the elves' bodies floating on the sea one by one, and displayed them on the deck sadly.
"Bring our great warriors' souls, go home." said the Elf Bishop.
"Please go home with us, the soul of our greatest warrior!" Then several priests from the elves walked forward and said affectionately to these corpses: "Your heroes will be immortal in the kingdom of God."
When the other elves saw this scene, they all lowered their heads silently and chanted in a low voice: "Go home, go home with us."
The sad atmosphere surrounds them, their faces are so serious, and their moods are so heavy.
"The blood of the warriors will not flow in vain. We will definitely make humans pay the price!" said the elf bishop: "Now, let us go back and tell the summary report to the Great Temple."
"Yes, let humans pay the price!"
“Let humans pay the price!”
Chapter completed!