The fortress was built in the Lost Valley, with mountains and cliffs on both sides. There was no marching path to the south for nearly five thousand miles.
The fortress has two layers of walls. The outermost wall is thirty meters high and the thickest is twenty meters; it is the strongest. The entire city wall is made of steel mixed with krypton gold. It is a real steel city wall.
After thousands of years and countless invasions, this elven fortress has never been broken through. Countless lives have been turned into bones here, and their blood dyed the entire city wall dark red.
Hence the name of this city wall: Wall of Blood!
Under the erosion of time, even hard steel has left pits and pits, telling the story of every war it has experienced.
The city wall at the back is taller, nearly forty meters high. Elf archers stand here, using projectile methods to attack enemies outside the city, and also help the warriors on the first floor to resist the powerful enemies who climb the city wall.
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The elven magicians are also standing here. They control the extremely powerful wind magic circle throughout the whole process, guiding the valley wind of the Lost Valley above the city wall, forming an extremely powerful cross-wind wall in front of them. Any long-range attack will be ineffective, including catapults and beds.
Crossbows, etc., will all be blocked by this wind wall.
What's more, if the opponent doesn't have a magician to cast wind-stabilizing magic on the ground, he won't even be able to attack on the ground, and he can only stare at the wall from a distance and sigh.
The Fallen Black Giants have no magicians. Every time they attack, they rely on their powerful bodies to withstand the strong winds. They attack at an extreme disadvantage and suffer heavy losses. Not to mention breaking the city wall.
It can be said that the elves have been able to sustain themselves in this fortress for so long only because of the support of this powerful wind magic array.
But something went wrong at this moment, because the dark elves defeated the dwarfs and joined the war. The dark elves also have powerful magicians. As soon as they come, the wind magic circle will be ineffective.
It is foreseeable that the next battle will become extremely brutal.
In the castle behind the fortress.
The elven generals gathered together and discussed countermeasures. Facing the possible attacks they would face next, every elf looked extremely solemn.
Sitting at the top was an old elf with dark golden gilt armor and gray hair. He was the commander of the fortress. His name was Salas. He was a strong demigod and an elf archer. He frowned and spoke about the elf.
Current situation: "There are still 50,000 warriors in the fortress...all of them are the best young warriors of our clan."
At this point, Salas choked up and said with difficulty: "This is the last fifty thousand."
After these years of war, countless elves have died in battle, and the number has dropped sharply to six million. The remaining elves are either old people or children, and young and strong elves. Except for some who are really thin and weak, all those who have some ability have embarked on the journey.
The battlefield is the road of no return.
"The King of Darkness is preparing to drive us all out. Just like the dwarfs." The speaker was another old elf, wearing a robe. He was a magician. His name was Yeager, the magician leader in the fortress, and he was also a demigod.
The archer Salas and the magician Yeager were the only two remaining semi-god-level experts from the elves. The others all fell in the battle in Gray Pine Forest.
The long table in the castle hall has more than twenty seats, but it is very empty at this time. Except for the two demigods, there are only four left, three of whom are sixth-level warriors and one is a fifth-level warrior. These
They are also the only powerful warriors left in the elves.
The grand occasion of strong men like clouds and rain has dissipated with the wind after the failure of the battle in Gray Pine Forest.
After Yeager finished speaking, there was a silence in the hall, all the elves were speechless, and the atmosphere was very depressing.
The sound of the wings of "Pulling Pulling" came, and it was a pigeon carrying a message. The pigeon guard immediately stepped forward, got the news brought by the pigeon, and handed it to Salas.
Salas opened it and took a look, his pupils shrank, he sighed deeply, and then handed the letter to Jaeger.
Yeager read it out directly: "The news came from the scouts. The Dark Legion has approached the fortress. They have set up camp two hundred kilometers outside the fortress and started to make final rest before the war. Their number is not 200,000, but 230,000.
Six thousand.”
After he finished speaking, there was no sound in the hall, and there was still silence.
After a long time, a level six soldier spoke: "When will our reinforcements arrive?"
"I don't know. That so-called highland kingdom is completely insincere and keeps delaying. Maybe he is planning to delay until our clan is destroyed so that he can reap benefits."
"My clan is extinct, and his newly built small kingdom will also be destroyed."
"Stupid humans!"
The hall was filled with angry curses, and they were extremely angry at the short-sighted Highland Kingdom behind them.
While they were cursing, another homing pigeon flew into the hall with fluttering wings. All the elves were startled and fell silent, fearing that it was bad news.
The pigeon guard also stepped forward nervously, took off the letter and handed it to Salas.
Salas took a look, his eyes began to shine, looked again, and then slammed the table: "Finally, they are finally here! This is Sivana's letter, 150,000 well-equipped human warriors
We are marching to the fortress and want us to prepare food and medicine for the army."
This is like a dark cloud piercing the sun, making the entire castle hall light up.
The elves immediately forgot their previous anger and curses, and having reinforcements was more important than anything else.
Jaeger asked urgently: "Where are they? Why is the news coming now?"
Salas handed him the letter and then said: "This is the third letter sent by Sivana. They have arrived in Greenleaf Valley, less than a hundred kilometers away from the fortress. The previous two letters may have been caused by the carrier pigeon being lost or being trapped in the darkness.
The elves were intercepted. Sivana said that dark elves often appear along the way."
The army has not moved, the scouts have gone ahead, and the elf and dark elf scouts have infiltrated each other. This is very normal.
Yeager had finished reading the letter and felt relieved immediately. He sighed with satisfaction: "It seems that the King of the Highlands is not stupid enough. He finally understands the situation."
With an army of 150,000, plus 50,000 archers, and fortress protection, it is not difficult to block the 230,000 dark army. All the elves present are experienced in battles, and they feel greatly relieved.
"The only worrying thing is that Sivana said that the human soldiers are all new recruits who have never seen blood. Facing the dark army... I don't know what will happen." Salas then became worried again.
"Don't think so much, it's much better than nothing. New recruits will become veterans after a few battles, so don't worry about this problem." Yeager said.
"Well, then let's just wait for the human army to arrive. You guys, hurry up and prepare supplies. Just like Sivana said, there must be enough military rations and medicines!"
"Yes!" The elf generals took the order and left.
Although many powerful elves have fallen, the foundation of the elven empire is still there. Although the supplies are far less abundant than before the Battle of Gray Pine Forest, the consumption of an army of 150,000 can still be easily provided.
In the next few days, the connection between the fortress and the human army became increasingly dense, with cavalry constantly running back and forth between the two to convey news of the army's advance.
On the fifth day, amid the expectations of the elves, the human army finally appeared on the horizon behind the Dawn Fortress.
The appearance of this human army immediately pulled the elves in Dawn Fortress completely out of the quagmire of despair and decadence. There is nothing more exciting than the appearance of powerful allies in desperate moments. This is like a desert
The traveler who was about to die of thirst suddenly found an oasis.
The elves spontaneously lined up on both sides of the Lost Valley to welcome him. Out of curiosity, they couldn't help but comment on this human army.
"Is the black-armored warrior next to Astromancer Sivana the commander-in-chief of the human race? He is so mighty! I see sunshine in him." The speaker was a female elf.
"Isn't this the human race? Why is it completely different from our human slaves?" Some elves were confused.
"They are highlanders. Do you know highlanders? You see, each of them possesses fire magic. They are not the same race as our slaves at all." Some elves thought arrogantly.
"These highlanders are really strong. Look at that man. He looks like a giant. I think he must have the blood of a giant in his body!" An elf pointed at a powerful warrior in the army who was more than two meters tall and exclaimed.
stand up.
……..
Finally, Sun Ran walked in front of the Elf Commander, dismounted from his horse, bowed slightly and saluted: "I am Thrall, the king of the Highlanders, a sixth-level warrior. Marshal Salas, I am honored to be with you on the legendary fortress.
Fight side by side!"
Along the way, Sivana had already introduced him to every powerful elf, so Sun Ran knew them all.
Salas has heard of this legendary human king a long time ago and knows his past clearly. As the commander of the elves, he may look down on other human races, but for this unfathomable legendary human king, he has a deep heart in his heart.
We have already placed it on an equal footing and do not dare to look down upon it in the slightest.
He returned the favor and responded enthusiastically: "Your Majesty, I am very honored that you can come in person."
He then said to the generals beside him: "It's been a hard march all the way. Let's take our comrades to rest!"
Immediately an elf general led the army into the Dawn Fortress.
"Your Majesty, we have prepared a banquet for you and your generals in the castle..."
Before Marshal Salas could finish his words, he was interrupted by Sun Ran. He refused with a smile: "No, no, no, Marshal Salas, my soldiers are all young people. It is their first time to go to a foreign country to fight.
This strange fortress makes me very scared. As their king, I will always stand with them."
Salas was startled, a little unable to get off the stage.
Sivana hurriedly stepped forward and explained softly: "Sir Salas, although these soldiers are well-trained, they are all new recruits, and they are very young, the youngest is only sixteen years old. King Thrall is their spiritual support!"
After saying this, Salas understood and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, you are right. In that case, how about we hold a welcome banquet in the fortress square instead of in the castle?"
