After a hard night of fighting, the elves finally survived until dawn, but the demons are not undead creatures, and they are not afraid of the sun. On the contrary, the sun, which is warmer and more comfortable than the abyss, makes them feel joy and impulse instinctively.
And since both demons and elves have night vision, there is no difference between darkness and day for both parties.
As the day dawned, the war in the capital of the moon wheel became more and more fierce. The guards and soldiers who fought fiercely all night had to reincarnate to rest, eat, and sleep. High fatigue also means high battle damage, but the devil... was originally a one-time cannon fodder. From the moment of life, the countdown begins, and the number is almost endless. What is there to cherish.
The supply of elves needs logistical food. The low-level cannon fodder on the side of the demons has lost their minds, and there is no concept of hunger at all. Even if they are hungry, they can instinctively eat soil and trees. High-level demons are thirsty, hungry, whatever. Just find someone of the same kind or rival and put it in your mouth and chew a couple of bites.
"Crunchy, chicken flavored."
A war of attrition with the demonic abyss army? Let those bastards with muscles in their heads know what consumption is. Before they are completely destroyed, no objective conditions can become an obstacle for them.
The long first night has passed, the forest group outside the Moon Wheel Capital has become a corrupt wasteland, the gorgeous and solid outer city wall is full of mutilations, the smell of blood and sulfur in the air makes people want to vomit, the one close to the city wall. The ground in the area was all bright red, and the smell of blood was suffocating. It was the last remnant of countless demon war slaves who had come to the end.
The losses of the elves were also very heavy. The tree people suffered a big loss, and the Silver Elf Knights, one of the trump cards, lost 10%. After the abyss war slaves went to the city wall, the ordinary defenders fought with them even more tragically. To swallow a piston is to be pulled into hell by self-destruction.
Since you can't beat it in melee combat, why not consume it from a distance? The elves do think so and do it, but the effect is very poor.
Elf's melee fighters are agile, and they can only be considered third-rate as a meat shield, but they have always been proud of their ranger chapters, and few races have retained an established ranger chapter.
The agile and light body, coupled with simple natural magic, not only boosts himself but also recruits animal companions. The sharp arrows that suddenly attacked from nowhere are a nightmare for the enemies who invaded the ranger realm. They, in the jungle In war and guerrilla warfare, there is almost no disadvantage.
But this time, the archery skills that the elf rangers are proud of meet the most inexplicable opponents.
Sharp arrows are indeed deadly to humanoid creatures. Just piercing the vital point can take a life, but for giants, human giants are just toothpicks, and for rough-skinned demons, If you can't find the devil's vitals, the elf's sharp arrows are just painful hedgehog needles.
The devil's point? This is the top secret of the demon itself. Each demon has a different evolutionary path, a different body structure, and naturally different vital parts. Some have three hearts and two brains, but only one is the most important. If it can regenerate, it doesn't make sense for you to attack that one. Some simply grow their vital organs on their lower limbs. The head and body are just decorations, and the soles of the feet are the key.
Agility warriors with vital attacks as the core of the battle, probably the last opponent they want to encounter is this kind of creature with almost no vitals, but this is the case with non-physical creatures such as elements, demons, undead creatures, in this case, they Often not as strong as a sturdy bull.
However, these monsters have already lost their pain and consciousness. They are too big to cause ordinary interspersed damage to be ineffective. They are in a state of brainless madness, so that they have no concept of fear even if their heads are shot through. Under the accumulation of multiple factors, even if Shoot it into an arrow target, and they can't stop their footsteps.
In the past, in such a situation, enchanted moonlight arrows and explosive arrows could play a big role, but these enchanted and alchemy magic arrows were extremely expensive strategic resources, and it was a waste to use them on ordinary demons.
In the end, the ranger brigade, which the elves were proud of, was reduced to spectators on the battlefield, and even in order to avoid wasting precious arrows, the ranger generals began to prohibit them from shooting arrows at will.
The melee losses were too heavy, the long-range shooters were too ineffective, and in the end, the moon elves used their mages to support them.
One night, just one night, the elves were forced to use the caster and the stock magic pool, fireballs exploded outside the city wall, snowstorms washed away the demons on the city wall, and a night of hard fighting cost all the mage towers. More than 20% of the magic power reserve!
This is not because the elves have fallen into a desperate situation, it just means that their conventional combat power is too disadvantageous to the demon cannon fodder.
Today, between the outer city wall and the second city wall, there is already a scene of misery and misery.
The wounded soldiers were carried down from the city wall on stretchers, and the ones with less hands and feet were considered lucky. The healers were trying to rescue them from the death line. People are disgusting, but at this time, even the most critical Aijie high-ranking elf in the past, there is no room for disgust.
The moon elf queen Aifina looked at everything in front of her, her eyes were full of sadness and sorrow, and the ministers around her also kept silent.
No one thought that the outer city wall was almost lost in just one night. When designing the capital of the moon wheel, the imaginary enemy considered was the human super empire besieging and fighting, and it was necessary to buy enough time to wait for the rescue of the elves, but the result was Vulnerable in the face of the magic tide.
The thunder defense formation on the city wall... exhausted.
The enchanted vines that have been cultivated for a hundred years will strangle all intruders... eaten up by demons.
Powerful mage towers and remote support from game warbands... consume too much and must stop.
The ancient war tree planted by the city wall... The devil said that it is good for the stomach to eat vegetarian occasionally.
The restoration of the city wall by the earth-based mages... The repairs were not destroyed quickly, and there have been more than one or two earth-based mages dragged out when their magic power was exhausted.
The air support of hippogryphs, giant eagles, and Pegasus knights... In front of the endless array of cannon fodder, it is no different from ground combat power, and occasionally it will be ripped off by the abyss war slaves that are suddenly provoked.
No matter how sophisticated defensive formations and mechanisms are, there are limits. Demons don’t need to find ways to crack them. A sufficient amount of cannon fodder can push everything down. The elves of this generation finally know why their ancestors would say the first. The wave of magic tide can't be resisted at all.
A single violent abyss slave is not weak at all. Even if he loses his mind, he gains stronger power, but such a warrior is flawed. Given enough time and space, a silver-level warrior can be Victory without injury, and when the number of "mad warriors" is almost infinite, when these "mad warriors" appear on the battlefield where they can only advance and cannot retreat, they will naturally become flesh and blood harvesters...
"The city is broken, it seems that it is only a matter of time..."
Everyone has such doubts, but no one dares to say it. It seems that no matter what trump card the elves play, the opponent can directly push the cannon fodder to solve the problem.
"When will the reinforcements arrive..."
Aifina murmured in confusion, but no one dared to answer her, because all the elves' reinforcements were here, and the only "reinforcement" outside had a special identity.
In the end, helpless, the great knight commander (general) of the silver elf with the most special identity bravely took the lead.
"Your Majesty, the latest contact, said the earliest is the night after tomorrow..."
"Didn't you say you can arrive this afternoon?! Could it be that those bastards who took advantage of the fire are still planning to threaten us at this time. Those bastards, we have all agreed to their shameless conditions, what else do they want! Could it be... Do they still Going to raise the price! These despicable bastards…”
Among the elves, Aifina is still a young man, but her noble blood and excellent political ability have given her a high reputation, and now, her hysterical attitude is really detrimental to her former image.
"… They said it was the elemental tide that hit the floating warship, and the caster and equipment needed time to adjust. Our mage said it was indeed necessary preparation, and last night we had several mage towers that caused permanent damage , and two archmages died..."
The elves also know the result of forcibly ordering the mage to cast spells, but they still issued a cruel order last night. After all, if the outer city wall is thrown away on the first night, the morale is too heavy.
Maybe there were outsiders, maybe the screaming released too much pressure, and then Aifina's expression calmed down a lot.
"... ask them to support as soon as possible, we... we will continue to make concessions... as soon as a day, no, as soon as half a day."
The heavy words were full of unwillingness. No one expected this step to happen, but the heavy reality hit the elves' self-confidence. The secret self-confidence of the abyss has finally turned into a bubble.
"We...we can't stop the tide alone..."
Well, finally starting to admit that I can't figure it out.
In fact, due to the asymmetry of information across the continent, this seemingly unbelievable secret confidence is very common. No matter how powerful the legions of others sound, they are still from others, and they are also impractical paper tigers. , I think it works too.
Some are fakes created because of propaganda and espionage work, and some lied to give people confidence, and even the leaders themselves believed them.
"Even if the enemy is indeed stronger than us, but our warriors are not vegetarian, maybe they can win!"
Not to mention, this kind of stupid behavior runs through countless battlefields, and often after one fight, this secret confidence will disappear without a trace.
To make a "concession" now is to make the opponent's lion speak loudly. At least, the "orthodoxy" of the elf empire of the moon wheel will definitely not be preserved.
"His Majesty!"
"Your Majesty! The ideal of the ancestors, the ambition of the gods! They will not want to see this scene!"
"No, Your Majesty, no!"
The ministers began to show their loyalty one after another, and some of the elders even glared at their queen, as if seeing their unworthy descendants selling their property... But in fact, most people laughed in their hearts, and finally someone took the blame.
Anyway, for them, it is to change the queen's support, this ending is acceptable, and Aifina herself, 90% of the time, will become a sacrifice for the change of the times.
In fact, when she decided to migrate, she was already destined to become a sinner of the Moon Wheel Elf Empire.
"No, our nation finally got rid of its shackles, and we don't need to beg for mercy to the remnants of the old era!"
Suddenly, a powerful voice interrupted the discussion among the elves. Looking up, it was a vague figure in a silver robe, with a halo surrounding it, and that holy appearance was simply the incarnation of God.
Around him, the dimensional gates leading to the upper planes opened, and gods from the heavens, elves, and beasts entwined with starlight came out one by one.
The elven gods intervened...
On the floating battleship, I chatted with Heloise about the situation.
"With the elves and gods here, it shouldn't die too fast, at least until we get there."
"...I was worried that the elf gods would intervene. Maybe they would die faster. You see, if the elf gods took action, can Danatis still be lazy? Seventy percent of them die faster, right?"
And the fact is that when the figure of light appears, the black giant can also stand up straight and pick up the obsidian giant sword stained with divine blood. Finally, there is a prey worth shooting.