"The spells cultivated by the black elves are too powerful. With the support of such power: they constantly invade other people's territories. In the end, they were besieged by several ethnic forces raising their flags when they provoked public anger. They were expelled from the entire continent ’” said Abel.
"Are the elves' soldiers also involved?" Claremont asked curiously.
"Yes. After the defeat, the black elves signed a non-aggression treaty with our elves." Abel replied.
"Is this treaty still valid?" Claremont hesitated.
"Although it is a treaty, in fact, its body is the curse that His Royal Highness the Elf King cast on the entire black elf family." Abel pondered for a while, and then said: "I have never seen a black elf who actually violated the treaty become a black elf." No matter what, it's just that the reputation of Lord Taser Elf King at that time was enough to scare the black elves. So I don't think anyone would want to challenge his curse."
"His Royal Highness the Elven King Taser." Claremont said the name silently, thinking about it carefully.
A thunder flashed in his heart: Taser, a rare unicorn genius among the elves in a thousand years. Born by chance, it is said that he was born with a rare physique of practicing light magic. Its prestige is still a business card for the elves, and everyone should be afraid of it.
"Then why did the black elf attack us?" Claremont asked strangely.
"It is said that the real black elf magic has disappeared after the great war that year. On this island that accommodates vagrants of various races, the status of the black elves is not high, and they have not been able to occupy their own territory. The wilderness of this plain is the only place where they are allowed to move. Therefore, many homeless people who have left the city have suffered from them, and they have been stripped of their pennies." Abel relayed the news he heard: " Unexpectedly, this time they actually took our idea."
"Hurry up and take him back to the barracks. Artificial respiration is useless." DeWitt rushed to the fainted soldier from the periphery, and ordered to the people around him.
Several soldiers who were in the same group as the fainted soldier came over immediately after hearing this, and helped the two soldiers to walk into a tent.
"If we face the black elf head-on, do we have the confidence to win?" Claremont asked the last question.
"Although I don't know the combat power of the remaining black elves. But I think no matter what: we will not lose to opponents who use indiscriminate attack methods." Abel responded with his usual blood. .
Claremont nodded after understanding what he meant.
Seeing DeWitt standing aside with a puzzled face, Claremont repeated what Abel had just explained to him.
After hearing the whole story, DeWitt said, "I don't know when the black elf will show up again."
"Arrange elf warriors and Calradian warriors to stand guard in shifts. Many of the warriors may not know how to face the black elves. Perhaps the elf warriors can give them some knowledge." Claremont suggested.
"Well, that's a good idea." Abel affirmed.
"That's how it is." DeWitt finalized the plan: the rounds of night duty will be changed from two rounds to three rounds, and elf warriors and Calradian warriors will be mixed and matched to perform the task of standing guard.
DeWitt called this set of plans 'contingency plans'. This state of vigilance will be maintained until the scouting army walks out of the plain.
Because the third group's personnel are almost useless, the soldiers standing guard tonight will be replaced by the fourth group, and the elf soldiers assigned to the four clans will also start to perform tasks immediately.
Everyone returned to their tents. However, everyone was full of apprehension.
During the night, DeWitt and the other three got up from time to time to patrol around the camp. Although this may affect tomorrow's state, these three people are still worried.
Maybe they noticed that the scouting team had stepped up their defenses, etc., but the black elf didn't appear again.
In the early morning of the next day, everyone packed their luggage, and when they were queuing up for the routine roll call, except for the two people who were attacked last night, everyone was present.
The two people who were attacked were still as Abel said before they set off: they did not regain consciousness at all.
After the three leaders discussed together, they decided to continue the journey with the two of them.
The process of moving forward on the plain was relatively smooth. After the soldiers became familiar with the environment of the plain, their footsteps became much faster.
"It is estimated that we will be able to walk out of the plain tomorrow afternoon." DeWitt said while looking at the map.
"After walking out of the plain, you will face a valley with trolls." Claremont nodded and said.
"Trolls are really hard to deal with." DeWitt shook his head and sighed.
The trolls have clashed with humans and elves in history, but they are regarded as sworn enemies.
What DeWitt and his party are about to face is the jungle troll among the trolls.
Although their temperament is not as violent and aggressive as the sand trolls.
However, the blood of the cannibals still remains in its body, and it is not known whether DeWitt and his party will be threatened by them when they pass by their territory.
"Don't worry. Isn't the reason why trolls, humans, and elves have become mortal enemies is because the two parties restrain each other in their war methods and confront each other? As long as you control the distance from the trolls, you don't have to worry about being hurt by them." Bull reassured.
"I hope so," DeWitt said.
The trolls are not only hostile to elves and humans. There is also a mutual hatred relationship with the dwarves.
This should be related to the difference in the way of life of the two races.
About half of the material sent to DeWitt was about trolls: details about their strengths and weaknesses.
According to this information, there are about a thousand trolls gathered in the valley.
After learning about their advantages such as strong life recovery ability, DeWitt had no way of imagining the scene of a fifty-man reconnaissance army confronting a group of trolls.
The sun slowly sank at the end of the horizon. After leaving the dwarf town, the journey of the next day was over.
After the camp was set up, the staff in charge of logistics began to prepare dinner.
"This was supposed to be the last hot supper we had before we left the valley," DeWitt said.
Indeed, the trolls are very sensitive to smells and so on, in order to avoid being discovered by trolls in the territory as much as possible. DeWitt made everyone mentally prepared to eat dry food for the next few days.
(end of this chapter)