Chapter 328 Wait for the wind to come (five thousand words)
"laugh!"
A sword stabbed a black elf with a broken leg to death, and Margaret shook the blood from the sword blade tiredly.
At this moment, she had been fighting fiercely for a day and a night.
From last night, when the defense area she was in charge of was attacked, to these two nights, she had almost no rest. She was either fighting, reorganizing the defense line, or directing rescue operations. Such high-intensity consumption depleted her physically and mentally.
Not small.
However, Margaret just took a breath and turned towards the city wall again.
She didn't want to stop, because she knew that maybe tonight would be the final end of her life.
"There is plenty of time to sleep after death."
She always said this when her subordinates advised her to take a rest.
However, when she rushed to the city wall, she unexpectedly discovered that there were no enemies around.
"Huh?"
Margaret was in a daze. The continuous killings made her brain a little unclear and she couldn't quite understand the situation in front of her.
It wasn't until the sound of a wooden flute came from nowhere that she suddenly realized what was going on.
This voice is the army's order to renovate.
This means that the entire army rests in place.
"The enemy has retreated?"
Margaret held her hands on the red-stained wall and was amazed.
She looked far into the distance and found that under the city wall, the black elves receded like the tide, and disappeared into the dense forest with scattered arrows.
No.
Instead of disappearing, they just ran to rest outside the range of the bow and arrow.
"Sir, they have temporarily retreated."
One of the men came over and said:
"Go ahead and give everyone a rest! Hurry up, they may come again soon!"
"yes!"
There is no shortage of similar things in previous battle experiences. Black elves are not tireless creatures. They just succumb to a certain desire for blood and killing and then attack tirelessly. However, they will also get tired.
The enemy's retreat is only temporary, and the rest is for better attack.
Margaret knew this truth.
But she still couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
The nerves that had been stretched all day and night suddenly relaxed, and fatigue instantly overwhelmed her. She coughed and spit out a mouthful of blood. Margaret sat down leaning on the dark bluestone. The stone was stained with blood and looked wet. This made her
Very uncomfortable.
"Sir, have a drink of water."
An elf soldier came over and handed her a water bag.
Margaret touched her waist and found that the water bag had been punctured in the battle. She nodded, took it, unscrewed it, and swallowed. The cold water passed through her throat, stimulating the empty vagina.
She shivered instantly, but she didn't feel hungry for some reason. She just felt nauseated.
Margaret looked around. At this moment, the city wall was still bleak.
Throughout the whole day's battle, the elves firmly held the line of defense, but they also paid a heavy price. At this moment, on the blood-stained city top, the tired soldiers dragged up the corpses of their companions and temporarily stuffed them into the tower.
Store, as for the enemy, throw them all away directly. The long city wall is like a blood line, with smoke bursting and the smell of blood filling the air.
The soldiers were extremely tired, and the wounded lay side by side, waiting for the few elves who knew healing magic to come and heal them.
However, medical resources are always in short supply, but fortunately no one seems to care much about it.
After all, if nothing happens, everyone will die after tonight, so it might not be so bad to take a step early.
"Sir, Marshal Luojia has convened a meeting."
A soldier came and said to Margaret.
"I understand, you can defend the city for me temporarily." The latter responded.
"yes."
Standing up with her tired and even numb body, Margaret pulled over a large leaf and wiped the flesh and blood on the armor. After thinking about it, she carefully took out the last drop of water in the water bag.
He poured water into his palms and washed his face.
Although this behavior may seem a bit pretentious.
but……
No matter how masculine she looks, she is still a girl.
Girls always love beauty.
If there hadn't been this war, at this time of year, she would probably have put on a skirt woven from Magnolia cotton to attend the Moon Worship Festival with Ellu. It was one of the grand festivals held by the royal court every year, on the brightest day of the double moon.
At night, in the squares in the centers of cities and villages, candles and bonfires are lit, and local elders lead the sacrifices to the gods.
The dances prepared for the ceremony need to be rehearsed a month in advance. Ellu is selected every time. She seems to have an innate talent in dancing, and she can become one of the most eye-catching focuses at the ceremony every time.
Correspondingly, Margaret is much worse. Her talents seem to be all focused on archery, oh, and fighting...in short, they are all very unladylike aspects.
This made her extremely frustrated.
In peaceful times, who would like these big and small things?
Later, Elu naturally entered the school run by the city's sacrificial hall and worked hard to become a sacrificial priest, while Margaret was selected into the Royal Capital Youth Training Team by chance, with a "sports expertise"
He strives towards the status of "Master of Archery".
And then...
"Ahem."
Margaret couldn't help but cough. She touched a hole in the armor on her chest. The wound had been sealed by her magical power. It didn't seem to be a big problem at first, but now it seemed that it was injured.
Reached the lung lobes.
Shaking her head, she shook off the water droplets on her face.
Simply comb your hair.
She walked along the city wall towards the temporary meeting tower.
At this moment, the sky has darkened, the afterglow of the setting sun has dissipated, and there is only a pale bleak color in the western horizon. The twin moons are across the sky, and the stars are bright. The city wall is like a thin silhouette in the darkness. The wind is strong, and Margaret's clothes
The hunting robe makes a sound.
As she walked along, what she saw on both sides were injured soldiers who were resting.
The older ones were resting in silence with their eyes closed, while the young soldiers who were obviously immature were staring blankly at Shuangyue. When they saw her approaching, they would subconsciously look over. For some reason, Margaret always felt that her gaze was incomparable.
It was so heavy that she couldn't breathe.
I quickly arrived at the meeting tower, where many people had already arrived.
Seeing her coming, an elf said: "Everyone is here."
Margaret counted and found that two familiar faces were not present, which meant that they had been sacrificed.
"Be quiet."
Marshal Lorgar spoke, holding a piece of paper that seemed to be a list of casualties.
"Now that everyone is here, let me announce the latest defense mission. The enemy has temporarily retreated, which is expected to give us an hour of rest. But what awaits us next is no longer a simple attack like during the day."
After a pause, Luojia said: "It was an attack dozens of times more ferocious."
"This is the latest news from the aerial reconnaissance elves. Because Krum is already the last city, so almost all the enemies are dispatched. We will also face pressure hundreds of times greater than ours. The consumption of material statistics is serious. I...
…”
In the meeting camp, you can hear the drop of a needle.
Only Luojia's calm voice echoed, and every word he spoke was like a sledgehammer hitting everyone's hearts.
The situation is very bad.
No matter the number of casualties, material consumption, or the number of enemies, it is despairing.
However, these extremely despairing news were narrated by Lorgar in a voice that was so calm that it was terrifying.
This Elf Marshal was like a typewriter, clicking and pouring out information at a constant speed without any expression on his face.
"This is the Marshal."
Margaret thought.
Perhaps Lorgar's voice was so steady that when he finished narrating, all the officers present were surprised to find that they did not feel fear.
It was clear that the situation was hopelessly bad, but I was not nervous at all.
"Perhaps...it's because they have already been mentally prepared." They thought.
Lorgar put down the document.
Looking around at everyone, he said: "This is the situation. I believe you can also judge that with our strength, we will never be able to defend Krum."
The battle priest suddenly asked: "The gods... didn't respond?"
Hearing the sound, everyone turned their heads and looked at the girl standing in the corner of the meeting hall.
Ailu stood there as if in a daze, facing these gazes without any reaction.
Seeing her like this, the answer obviously didn't need to be said.
"Do you still remember what I told you? All we can rely on is ourselves." Luojia said calmly, "We enjoy a long life and have ruled this land for thousands of years. Perhaps, we should not be greedy for too much.
, everything has an end, and tonight is the last night for you and me, and also... the last night for the clan."
After a pause, Luojia stood up, suddenly bowed deeply and said, "According to the old calendar, tonight is the Moon Worship Festival. I'm sorry to announce this news on such a festival."
All the generals bowed with their hands tied and looked frightened: "Marshal, you..."
Luojia stood up, waved his hand to interrupt their words, and said in a voice that could not be doubted: "If you have anything else, take advantage of this brief peace to go talk to your families and pass on my order to investigate the positions of each outpost and the sky."
Withdraw all the reconnaissance elves. They have worked hard for too long and now there is no need to be vigilant anymore. Give them a holiday and go back to rest."
"This... that line of defense..."
"Next, I will guard the line of defense." Luojia stretched out his hand and pulled out his sword. At this moment, the magic power in his body suddenly dispersed, and a powerful aura enveloped the hall, shaking like a violent wind and rain.
…
…
The wind was very strong at night.
Blow away the dark clouds in the sky.
Because there are so many fragments of the earth, the planet surrounding the elven civilization has not only two moons, but also countless scattered shining stars, which look quite beautiful in the clear night sky.
Cheng Lin sat at the window and found that the viewing angle here was surprisingly good.
The sacrificial hall is located in an open area and at a high place. If it is used for living, it will appear remote and cold, but if it is used for stargazing, it is very suitable.
He moved the dark brown solid wood seat to the window.
In this case, he can sit on the chair.
Put your legs on the window sill.
Two rounds of moonlight poured over.
The light came in from the window and fell on his body and face.
In order to reveal his identity as little as possible during the deduction, he was wearing an unbranded black jacket.
Now, he took off his coat and covered himself.
Blow the wind and face the stars.
He looks very relaxed and lazy.
But if there are people with extremely strong senses here, they will find that the spiritual power in this area is extremely active.
Several threads constructed from spiritual power seemed to be connected to the starlight, with no end in sight. The tentacles amplified by the blessing of the "Silver Moon Cane" projected all the scenery within a thousand miles into Cheng Lin's mind.
In his field of vision, the world was like a two-dimensional plane, with countless scattered black spots approaching a red blood line, which was the battle situation.
In other words, a network.
At this moment, fish are constantly coming from far away, vying to enter this big net.
Cheng Lin was not in a hurry. He knew the importance of patience. He had been waiting all day long and he didn't mind waiting a little longer.
Suddenly, he raised his eyebrows, opened his eyes, and looked out the window.
I saw a bright light like the blazing sun rising up, lighting up the night sky, like a brilliant firework, and powerful spiritual energy fluctuations came from there, rolling like a tide. Obviously, it was an extremely powerful power.
,Well, in the elf world, it should be called magic.
The magic light group briefly dispelled the dark night, and Cheng Lin seemed to hear countless screams coming from behind.
The elven residents in the city also saw the light, and then they raised their hands and cheered. Many people shouted "Lord Luojia" because they recognized this high-level magic.
Unfortunately, after a while, everything returned to silence.
No second group of light will rise again.
The residents fell silent.
An attack of that level would be difficult for even a great elf to perform a second time in a short period of time.
Compared to the terrifying number of enemies, one Luojia was not enough after all.
They were sad, they cried, some squatted on the ground and shivered, some yelled to vent their emotions, and some hurriedly ran to the remote sacrificial hall according to their habitual instincts.
Even though many elves no longer believe in gods, they still subconsciously ran here out of fear.
But when they ran over, they only found a closed door and an open window.
Beside the window, a dark brown lounge chair was placed quietly, but the figure on the chair...had long since disappeared.
…
…
The middle section of the city wall.
The bright light slowly dissipated, and at the most eye-catching position of the battle line, Luojia stood quietly.
He could hear the excited shouts of the soldiers on the city wall, and he could even hear the cheers of the people in the city behind him, but Luojia could not laugh at all.
Ahead, a terrifying sword mark appeared in the dense forest.
Luojia accumulated strength for a day and night, and slashed out a sword with all his strength, fully displaying the power of the great elf.
Anyone who sees the terrifying sword marks, the scorched earth, and the enemies evaporated by the high temperature will realize how extraordinary Luojia's sword is and how powerful he is.
But... only Luojia himself knew that the actual casualties caused by this seemingly brilliant sword were not many.
Especially, compared to the huge number of enemies, this is even more true.
This sword is more of a deterrent.
Moreover, even with such a deterrent, he would never be able to strike a second sword.
"Shashasha..."
Finally, the enemies in the dense forest were ready to move again.
They tentatively approached, and received only a few bows and arrows from the elves.
"Shoot! Shoot!"
An officer was shouting loudly.
But what ushered in were only the feeble and anxious cries of the archers: "No... no arrows..."
"What?"
"It's all...all used up!"
"Rolling logs? Stones?"
"It's all gone! It's all gone! It's all gone!"
there is none left?
They were stunned, and then they all looked at Luojia's figure in unison. However, the figure that always supported their spirits was just powerless and silent, and the hand holding the sword hung low and feebly.
Luojia said nothing.
But the elves all understood something.
In silence.
The soldiers numbly drew their swords, lined up, and stared at the countless enemies, rolling in like waves and wild sand. They understood that after a brief period of brilliance, they were finally coming to an end.
Facing such a huge number of enemies, they will eventually be swallowed up and swallowed up.
Walking into this good night with an attitude that is not gentle.
…
In the night wind, Margaret held her dagger tightly, facing the wind, and said in a hoarse voice: "Everyone is ready to meet the enemy!"
"yes!"
A childish voice responded.
Margaret suddenly turned her head, only to see that Ellu had arrived beside her at some point.
She tied the moon-white sacrificial robe tightly with a hemp rope. In her hand, she was holding an iron sword that she picked up from someone unknown and full of cuts and blood stains. She was biting her lip desperately, holding back the blood.
of fear, staring at myself.
"Elu...you..."
"I don't want to hide behind and be a coward anymore." Ellu said firmly.
Margaret was startled, then gave a pale smile and said, "Okay, then let's go together."
"kindness."
"Are you afraid?"
"……Afraid."
"It doesn't matter. After tonight, you don't have to worry anymore. There are so many people on the road to death, so you won't be alone."
"kindness."
"They're going to rush up soon, Elu, can I ask you a question?"
"What?"
Margaret suddenly turned to look at her and asked in a free and relieved tone: "You are not communicating with the goddess, are you? Don't lie to me, I can see the way you are lying. You are going to die soon. Can you tell me
...What on earth is going on?”
A complicated expression appeared on Ailu's face after hearing this. She looked up at the sky with a little sadness, and said softly: "Well, I did use a ritual to summon the goddess, but... there was an accident."
"Accident?"
"Yes, I remember that... a gust of wind suddenly blew in the room..."
As Ellu said, her voice suddenly stopped, and her eyes suddenly widened! She stared at the brilliant sky! As if she had seen something incredible, her whole little body trembled like chaff!
"Bang!"
The tattered iron sword in Ellu's hand fell from her hand, making a crisp sound.
Margaret subconsciously supported her: "Ellu, what's wrong with you?"
"...He...is here! He is actually here!"
"What did you say?"
A lot of tears welled up in Ellu's eyes, her eyes were red, as if she had been overwhelmed by some emotion. She clutched Margaret's arm with both hands, shouted hoarsely: "The wind... is coming!