After a night of hard fighting, the elves finally made it to dawn, but demons are not undead creatures. They are not afraid of the sun. On the contrary, the sunshine, which is warmer and more comfortable than the abyss, makes them instinctively feel happy and excited.¤
And since both demons and elves have night vision, there is no difference between darkness and day for both parties.
At dawn, the war in the Moon City is becoming more and more intense. The soldiers who defended the city after a fierce night's battle must take turns to rest, eat, and sleep. High fatigue also means high battle losses, but the devil... is originally a disposable cannon fodder. From activation
From that moment on, life has entered a countdown, and the number is almost endless. There is nothing worth cherishing.
The supplies of the elves require logistical food. The low-level cannon fodder beside the demons have lost their minds and have no concept of hunger at all. Even if they are very hungry, they can instinctively eat soil and trees. The high-level demons are thirsty and hungry.
Just find someone of the same kind or an opponent, pop it into your mouth and chew it twice.
“Crackling, chicken flavor.”
Fighting a war of attrition against the devil's abyssal army? Let those bastards with muscles growing in their heads know what attrition is. Before they are completely destroyed, no objective conditions can be an obstacle to them.
After the long first night, the forests outside the Moon City have turned into a corrupted wasteland. The gorgeous and solid outer city walls are full of defects. The smell of blood and sulfur in the air makes people want to vomit.
The ground in this area was all bright red, and the smell of blood was so strong that it was suffocating. They were the last remaining bodies of countless demon slaves who had reached their end.
The losses of the elves were also heavy. The tree people suffered a big loss. The Silver Elf Knights, one of the trump cards, lost 10%. After the abyss war slaves climbed up the city wall, the battle between the ordinary defenders and them was even more brutal. It was not that they were defeated.
To swallow the piston alive is to be dragged into hell by self-destruction.
Since it can't be defeated in close combat, why not consume it remotely? That's what the elves thought and did, but the effect was very poor.
The melee fighters of the elves are relatively agile and can only be considered third-rate as human shields. However, they have always been proud of their ranger battle groups, and few races have retained an organized ranger battle group.
An agile, light body, coupled with simple natural magic. Not only can it benefit itself, but it can also recruit animal companions. The sharp arrows that suddenly attack from nowhere are a nightmare for the enemies who invade the ranger's domain. They, in the jungle
They are almost invincible in guerrilla warfare.
But this time, the archery skills that the elf rangers are proud of met the most insurmountable opponent.
Sharp arrows are indeed fatal to humanoid creatures. Just piercing the vital parts can take a life. But to giants, human giant swords are just toothpicks. To rough-skinned demons,
If the devil's vitals cannot be found, the elves' sharp arrows are just uncomfortable hedgehog needles.
The key points of the devil? This is the devil’s top secret. Each devil’s evolution path is different, the body structure is different, and the key parts are naturally different. Some have three hearts and two brains, but only one is the most important.
, all the others can regenerate, there is no point in attacking which one. Some simply grow important organs in the lower limbs. The head and body are just decorations, and the soles of the feet are the key.
Agility warriors who focus on vital attack as the core of their battles probably don't want to encounter such an opponent, which is a creature that is almost without vital points. This is true for elements, demons, undead and other non-corporeal creatures. In this case, they
Often not as good as a strong and strong bull.
Unfortunately, these monsters have lost their sense of pain and consciousness. They are too big to deal with ordinary penetration damage. They are in a mindless and violent state, so that they have no concept of fear even if their heads are shot through. Under the accumulation of multiple factors, even if
Shooting them into arrow targets will not stop them.
In the past, when encountering such a situation, enchanted moonlight arrows and explosive arrows could play a big role, but these enchanted and alchemy arrows are extremely expensive strategic resources, and it is simply a waste to use them on ordinary demons.
In the end, the ranger group that the elves were proud of was reduced to just spectators on the battlefield. In order to avoid wasting precious arrows, the ranger general began to prohibit them from shooting arrows at will.
The melee losses were too heavy, and the effectiveness of long-range shooters was too low. In the end, the moon elves had no choice but to use their mage support.
One night, just one night, the elves were forced to use their spellcasters and inventory of magic pools. Fireballs exploded outside the city wall, and blizzards washed away the demons on the city wall. One night of hard fighting consumed all the magic towers.
More than 20% of the magic power reserve!
This does not mean that the elves have fallen into a desperate situation, but it just means that their conventional combat power has been too disadvantaged by the demon cannon fodder. The massive first wave of demons has forced them into the most troublesome war of attrition.
Now, between the outer city wall and the second city wall, there is already a howling and miserable scene.
The wounded soldiers were carried off the city wall on stretchers. The ones with missing arms and legs were already considered lucky. The healers were working hard to save them from death. The smell of blood, sweat, and sulfur was mixed with everything. The stench was so overwhelming.
It's disgusting, but at this time, even the high-ranking elf who used to be the most picky about cleanliness has no room for disdain.
Queen Elfina of the Moon Elf looked at everything in front of her, her eyes filled with sorrow and sadness, and the ministers around her also remained silent.
No one thought that in just one night, the outer city wall was almost lost. When designing the Lunar City, the imaginary enemy considered was a human super empire to attack, and they had to buy enough time to wait for the rescue of the elves, but the result was...
Vulnerable to the demonic tide.
The thunder defense array on the city wall...has run out of energy.
The demonic vines that have been cultivated for hundreds of years will strangle all intruders... and be eaten by the demons.
The powerful mage tower and the long-range support of the game team... are consumed too much and must be stopped.
The ancient war tree planted by the city wall... The devil said that occasionally eating vegetarian food is good for the stomach.
The earth mage's blessing to repair the city wall...the repair was not as fast as the damage. There were more than one or two earth mage dragged out after their magic power was exhausted.
The air support of hippogryphs, giant eagles, and Pegasus knights... in front of the endless array of cannon fodder, is no different from ground combat power. Occasionally, two of them will be torn down by the suddenly provoked abyss war slaves.
No matter how exquisite the defense formations and mechanisms are, they have their limits. The demons don't need to try their best to crack them. Enough cannon fodder can level everything. The elves of this generation finally know why their ancestors say that they are the first.
There is no way to resist the wave of demonic waves.
A single violent abyss war slave is not weak to begin with. Even if he loses his mind, he gains stronger power. However, such a warrior has flaws. Given enough time and space, a silver-level warrior can do it.
Victory without injury, and when the number accumulates to almost infinite. When these "berserkers" appear on the battlefield where they can only advance but cannot retreat, they naturally transform into flesh and blood harvesters...
"It seems that it is only a matter of time before the city is destroyed..."
Everyone has such doubts, but no one dares to say it out loud. It seems that no matter what trump card the elves come up with, the opponent can just use cannon fodder to solve the problem.
"When will the reinforcements arrive..."
Alfina murmured in confusion, but no one dared to answer her, because all the reinforcements from the elves were here, and the only "reinforcement" outside had a special identity.
In the end, having no choice but to take action, the Grand Knight Commander (General) of the Silver Elf, who has the most special identity, bravely stepped forward.
"Your Majesty, the latest contact said that the earliest would be the day after tomorrow..."
"Didn't you say that we can arrive this afternoon?! Could it be that those bastards who took advantage of the situation are still planning to threaten us at this time. Those bastards, we have agreed to their shameless conditions, what else do they want! Could it be that... do they
They plan to raise the price! These despicable and shameless bastards..."
Among the elves, Alfina is still a young person, but her noble bloodline and outstanding political ability have given her a high reputation. But now, her hysterical posture has really damaged her past image.
"... They said that the tide of elements impacted the floating battleship, and that spellcasters and equipment needed time to adjust. Our mage said that this was indeed necessary preparations. Last night we had several mage towers causing permanent damage.
Sexual injuries, and two medics died..."
The elves also knew the consequences of forcing the mages to cast spells, but they still issued a cruel order last night. After all, if the outer city wall was abandoned on the first night, the blow to morale would be too heavy.
Maybe there were outsiders, maybe the screaming released too much pressure, and then Aifeina's expression calmed down a lot.
"...Please ask them to support us as soon as possible, we...we will continue to make concessions...as soon as a day, no, as soon as half a day is fine."
The heavy words were full of reluctance. No one expected that things would come to this point, but this heavy reality severely hit the elves' self-confidence. Before the war, "We will definitely be able to defeat the demonic tide, and maybe we can counterattack."
The secret confidence of "Abyss" finally turned into nothing.
"We...we can't stop the demonic tide alone..."
Okay, I finally started to admit that I can't figure it out.
In fact, due to the asymmetry of information across the mainland, this seemingly incredible secret self-confidence is very common. No matter how powerful someone else’s army sounds, it is still someone else’s, and it is also an impractical paper tiger. The world says no to your own baby bump.
, I also think it works.
Some are false impressions created by propaganda and espionage work, and some are lies told to give the people confidence. Even the leaders themselves believe them.
"Even if the enemy is indeed stronger than us, our soldiers are not vegetarians. Maybe we can win!"
Needless to say, this kind of stupid behavior has been carried out on countless battlefields, and often after one battle, this secret confidence will disappear without a trace.
Making "concessions" now is equivalent to making the opponent's lion open his mouth. At least, the "legitimacy" of Yuelun's Elf Empire will definitely not be preserved.
"His Majesty!"
"Your Majesty! The ideals of our ancestors and the ambitions of the gods! They will not want to see this!"
"No, Your Majesty, no!"
The ministers began to express their loyalty one after another, and some senators even glared at their queen, as if they saw an unworthy and unworthy descendant selling his family property... But in fact, most people were laughing, and someone finally took the blame.
Anyway, for them, even with the support of another queen, this ending is acceptable, and Alfina herself will 99% become a sacrifice for the changing times.
In fact, when she decided to migrate, she was already destined to become a sinner of the Moon Elf Empire.
"No, our nation finally got rid of its shackles and there is no need to beg for mercy from the survivors of the old era!"
Suddenly, a majestic voice interrupted the discussion of the elves. Looking up, it was a vague figure wearing a silver robe, with a halo surrounding it. That holy appearance was simply the incarnation of God.
Around him, dimensional doors leading to the upper planes opened one after another, and heavenly angels, elves, and mythical beasts wrapped in starlight walked out one by one.
The elven gods intervened…
On the floating battleship, I had a casual chat with Heloise about this battle situation.
"With the elves and gods here, they won't die too quickly. They can at least hold on until we arrive."
"...I'm worried that if the elves and gods intervene, then they might die faster. Look, if the elves and gods take action, can Thanatis still be lazy? Then 70% of the time, he will die faster, right?
"
And the fact is expected. When the figure of light appears, the black giant can stand up straight and pick up the obsidian giant sword stained with divine blood. Finally, there is a prey worth taking action. (To be completed.)
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