"We have suffered heavy losses. Three thousand years of cultivation have only allowed us to regain the ability to protect ourselves. Forgive me for not being able to participate in the war..." Eovia insisted that she did not want to participate in the war.
"Your Highness Eovia, the star dragon is not invincible. Barrier dragons always have their own weaknesses. Overly powerful attacks cannot be withstood by the star barrier." Roland spread his hands helplessly. He couldn't help but hit hard.
Already.
"As far as I know, Sauron has the allegiance of a demon flying dragon, and his men also have the hell siege hammer Grond. Do you think this barrier can stop it? I admit that you are a qualified lord.
You don't want your people to be caught in the flames of war, but you also have no way out. Sooner or later, you will be targeted by Sauron, unless you think you can withstand Sauron's army alone." Roland had no choice but to throw out this heavyweight.
bomb.
Seeing that Eovia was silent, he struck again while the iron was hot: "When only you are left in the end, you will face the orcs alone, and Thingri will be destroyed in the fire! Your people will howl in the fire.
Cry! Is this what you want to see?"
"Presumptuous!" Peter Groh slapped the table and stood up. Facing the aggressive Roland, Peter Groh felt that his king was humiliated and stood up.
"What? Am I right? Your Excellency Dragon Knight." Roland said calmly.
"You!" Peter Grotto was speechless.
"Forget it! Renault, let's go. I hope King Eovia can resist those orcs on his own after we are all destroyed." Roland stood up, bowed and called Renault after him, and was about to turn around and leave.
"Wait! Tell me about your plan." Iovia's cold voice came from behind Roland.
After hearing this, Roland, who originally turned away, raised a smile. He slowly turned his head and said, "Sorry, we have no other plan except fighting, unless you think we have the ability to push Gambada Fortress or Togo.
Erdo.”
"Have things really become this serious?" From Eovia's perspective, these kingdoms outside could at least organize an army of nearly 20,000 people.
"The fact is that Erub, the Woodland Kingdom, the Lagrand Kingdom, River Valley City, Los Sanil City, and Iron Ridge together only form an army of about 8,000 people. These are still the soldiers we have devoted all our resources to." Roland shrugged.
, looking helplessly at the already confused Star Elf.
"We have little chance of winning..." Peter Groh suddenly said.
"Yes, but if you do nothing, there will be no chance of winning!" Roland walked up to him and stared into his eyes.
"You're right!" Iovia rubbed her sore eyes and confirmed Roland's words. He didn't expect that after three thousand years, the kingdom outside had become so weak.
"I would like to ask, how many elf soldiers there are in the Kingdom of Singrui now..." Roland seemed to have thought of something and said with a strange expression.
After Iovia waved her hand to Peter Glo to tell them, Peter Glo said nervously: "About three thousand elven soldiers..."
"..." Roland's eyes twitched. After all, he is a hidden force, so why is he so shameless? After all, there are thousands of elf soldiers in the game, but why are they so shabby in reality?
"But our army is composed of third-level professions!" Peter Gro said proudly when mentioning this.
"I'll wipe it!" Roland stared at his titanium alloy dog eyes. An army composed of three thousand third-level professionals... That was simply an orc harvester!
"What kind of professionals are they?" Roland asked eagerly.
"A thousand mid-level rangers, a thousand sharpshooters, a thousand elite swordsmen!" Eovia said with familiarity.
"What the hell! There is no serious front row!" Roland secretly thought, let alone the shooter, this must be a long-range output. The elf ranger also mainly attacks from a distance, and the melee ability is very weak (relatively). This damn elf sword
Shi is such a funny existence!
What does a swordsman look like in your impression? A front-row tank professional like a Dovinian heavy swordsman, a front-row tank professional, or an elven swordsman? Not to mention the frail body, he is still considered one after all.
It has the effect of being in the front row, but the swordsmen of the star elves are really outrageous! They are not holding swords! They are special moon blades!
Do you know what a moon blade is? It is a giant blade that looks like a crescent moon, with the handle at the center of the moon blade! The key is that this thing is thrown at the Devatars! Simply put, it is a large boomerang... What kind of defense do you expect them to have?
?
"Sure enough! The front row will ultimately depend on humans and dwarves..." Roland slapped himself on the head and was speechless.
There is a reason why the Star Elves do this. The population is originally small and they cannot afford the consumption of frontal battles. The natural choice of arms tends to be long-range and medium-range arms suitable for guerrilla kiting tactics.
However, Roland still wanted to ask the star elves, is it polite to call the pitcher carrying the giant boomerang a swordsman?
"So... you can't fight alone?" Roland looked at Eovia and Peter Gloria with a strange expression. This group of medium and long-range troops could instantly unleash a terrifying attack on the orcs, but in one fell swoop,
But getting involved closely... that's another story. Unfortunately, there are many orcs.
"Well, actually we can fight against the Dragon Knight!" Iovia said with a blush.
"I understand..." Roland looked up to the sky and sighed.
He originally thought that the ratio of near and distant troops among the woodland elves was exaggerated enough, but he didn't expect that the star elves were even more extreme than them...
"We need to leave enough manpower to protect the barrier, so even if we go to war, we can only dispatch 2,000 people!" Iovia said after a moment of silence. After all, the flames of war have not touched her yet, and the crystal still needs to be defended.
"Understood." Roland nodded. He knew that Singere's deepest secret was a star well! Like other elves who believed in the goddess of the moon and the goddess of nature, the star elves originally believed in the goddess of nature. At that time, the star well was still the sun.
Well, this source of magic gives the elves strength and longevity. The elves who lose the magic well will gradually die out. When the Singri elves converted to believe in the Star Goddess, the original Sun Well was blessed and turned into a Star Well, so
The world's first and only star well is born.
"When will they come?" Eovia's calm appearance hides a deep violence. This is not at all like his indifferent appearance before. It is obvious that he hates Sauron and his minions deeply.
"Probably next spring! They won't let us sow and plow the fields with peace of mind." Roland said quietly.
"Well..." Eovia fell into deep thought.
"Peter! Call all the archers and rangers! Bring enough supplies! Let's go to the Long Lake first and wait for those bastards to arrive!" A cold light flashed in Eovia's eyes. He did not want to miss the opportunity to fight and decided to lead his tribe in advance to wait for the orcs.
With the coming, his scimitar can't wait to drink the blood of the orcs.
"Tell the people that I will seal the entire Singri after I leave. If you don't see me after the seal is released... I will have returned to the embrace of the stars by then!" Eovia smiled and stood up from the throne.
Getting up, he pushed open the door of the main hall and took out a blood-stained horn from his arms.
"Father, I am going to follow your path again..." Eovia's eyes flashed with crystal light.
"Now that darkness has fallen, let us be the only light in the night!"
The sound of the trumpet spread throughout the entire Singer.