Medieval Empire Soldier Chapter 76

   Chapter 76 Seventy-six · Wood Elf Eternal Guard (Subscribe)

"Our Elector has launched a new round of offensive against the Drakovald Forest. At this stage, victories have continued, the beastmen have been driven out, the forest goblins and all kinds of terrible monsters have been killed, the battle situation has gradually become clear, and the victory has inspired more Many generals who were enthusiastic about the war joined, as well as many nobles from Midden and Westland, who issued slogans such as 'Recover Dracowald'. "Kingdom Knight Nikas Francis looked worried.

  Lyren listened patiently to Francis's concerns, he sliced ​​up the plump and tender lamb chops, and shared them with a fork on the plates of the three.

   "Oh, thank you." The knight of the kingdom sitting opposite nodded and thanked, and he continued: "I have a little superficial opinion, this war is going too smoothly, isn't it? Everything seems simple."

  Laylen's tone was flat, neither agreeing nor disapproving: "So, what measures does our elector have to do about this?"

"As far as I know, His Excellency Boris has added dozens of outposts, implemented border blockades, acquiesced and even encouraged nobles to respond to go deep into the forest, and more measures are unknown." Nicas Francis picked up the glass and touched it. In a single gulp, he waved the dwarf bartender to refill.

"Francis, we haven't reached the top of the power yet. It's not appropriate to blindly follow the craze, and it's a foolish decision to stop what the people need." Lailen was willing to talk more to the kingdom knight in front of him, explaining in his own words: " Victory in particular, our Elector has not fought for trophies, nor has he taken land, from the start of the war to the present, and what he has done is only for one word - 'victory'."

   "Victory?" Nicas Francis muttered the word victory with a serious expression.

Lailun spread his palms and gestured: "The people in the northern part of the empire need a victory to inspire people's hearts, and the voices are getting louder and louder, which means that the nobles in the north also need a victory to prove that they are not 'wine sacks and rice bags' and expand their influence. Accumulate merits, in other words, this war is a huge 'face project'."

   "Face Project?" Rosa Mina, the sorceress sitting beside her, blinked her eyelashes, and new words were always popping out of Laren's mouth.

   She restrained her smile: "It's quite appropriate."

Lailen moved his fingers and listed them one by one: "Last year was an eventful year. In the spring, the Norsca barbarians went south and sacked the Nord Territory. The Nord Principality has not recovered yet. In summer, a big Waaaaagh in the Gint Mine in the Gray Mountains. , which led to the destruction of more than ten towns in Westland, the brass fortress of Hawkland, and the king of ice trolls, Solong, who attacked Ostland and the kingdom of Kislev."

   The knight of the kingdom sitting opposite him kept silent, raised his glass repeatedly, and drank dully alone.

In the old world, human beings were under too much pressure to survive. The slightest war, plague, or civil war meant thousands of lives had passed away. enough to drive people insane.

   "It is undeniable that we also need a victory, Francis, to destroy the beastmen, drive away the monsters in the forest, and open up more land. The people need a little breathing time and return to the embrace of the gods."

   "The empire has come to this day by war, courage, and faith. This is also the 'steel, gunpowder, and faith' mentioned in the foundation of the nation."

"Then Your Excellency Lallen, are you optimistic about the current war situation?" The Kingdom Knight was about to say something, Lallen just shook his head: "Everyone has a pre-conceived result in his heart, our Elector thinks he can grasp the measure of victory, Taking advantage of the thirst for war to achieve the desired result, it is obvious that he underestimated the cunning nature of the Beastman, and we have no way of knowing the final success or failure of the war."

  The anxiety on Francis's expression gradually deepened, and he could not hear any hope of victory from Lallen's words.

"Of course, until the last moment, only the gods will know the outcome of the war. At present, the Elector Boris has only mobilized the provincial army, and has not yet issued a draft order for the entire principality, and the situation is still under the control of the decision makers. "Laylen in turn said good things to Francis for the Elector of the White Wolf, and he raised his glass: "Long life to the Earl of Draven, cheers!"

   "Cheers." The inexplicable blessing, on the contrary, relieved a lot of anxiety in Francis' heart. Lallen also smiled and asked tentatively, "Ms. Rosamina?"

   The sorceress raised her hands and said helplessly in a faint tone, "I have surrendered, and the slightly sweet mead is more suitable for me."

  “Haha~”

   After the brief lunch conversation, Lallen participated in the training of the sergeants and had a hearty martial arts contest, in which Nicas Francis was unilaterally "contested" by him.

   Back in the lord's longhouse, the evening wind blowing with a hint of coolness, the four maids in the longhouse had already lit the fireplace, and the spacious longhouse was clean and tidy.

  The chandelier hanging from the ceiling of the top floor emits a bright and soft light, a few high-quality candles surround the crystal ball that glows in the middle of the chandelier, this is a magic lamp made by a sorceress, which lasts longer and does not have any pungent smell.

  Lyren sat on the fur sofa in the living room, staring in front of him for a while, the bear head hanging on the wall seemed to be snarling at him.

He vaguely remembered the first time Krill came to the Oak Village Lord's Longhouse. When he saw Laren's maids, he was quite surprised. The White Wolf Knight didn't think there were too many maids, but felt that there were too few. .

   For the strong and thirsty wolf cub, there are not many maids in the family who can't justify it.

Beastmen are cancers of nature, children of chaos, always hating human beings and always hating civilization. At this time, the only thing Lallen is worried about is that those nobles who have been dazzled by the temporary victory will choose to blindly advance, thus causing the hidden danger in Dracoval. The most violent repetition in the forest.

The strength of the imperial army in the field is not inferior, and the strength of civilization and order is enough to crush a small group of enemies, but at this moment the imperial army is fighting deep into the forest, disturbing the wild and violent nature, and the rugged and hidden forests are full of various accidents. The long-running and steadily advancing offensive also had to face the decline caused by the problem of the number of troops.

   The moment when the provincial army that fills the vacancy will eventually run out, the source of chaos and corruption in the forest has not yet been resolved, and the blood field of Wanmayan, the endless swamp abyss, etc., are all forbidden areas for human beings.

  Lyren also commissioned the heavenly mage Rosamina to use the power of Aegir to perform divination, involving tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of wars, preparing for more than ten days of ritual consumption, the prophecy that the sorceress can provide is very obscure

   Affairs Officer Pitman's slightly hurried steps sounded from the door at the end of the living room, interrupting the thought of the Kingdom Knight.

   "What's the matter, Pittman, what's the matter?" The Oak Village Lord closed his eyes, he needed to rest for a while.

"My lord, the rangers stationed at the edge of the forest are here to report, dozens of fully-armed wood elves have come from the northern forest!" Officer Pittman said eagerly, he tried his best to breathe slowly to make his pronunciation clear. .

   "Wood elf?" Lallen opened his eyes, then remembered something, he asked Pittman, "Is Katarina here?"

   "Miss Katarina is walking towards the village with them, and they will be there in about thirty minutes." The officer replied: "Do I need to send someone to stop them? After all, they have pointed ears."

   "Don't worry, Pittman, just arrange a few guards as usual." Laylen waved his hands, stood up and stretched his back, and the maid behind him handed him a black robe: "I know the purpose of their visit this time."

   "Then follow your orders, my lord." The clerk nodded, turned around and put on a robe for Laren.

   The Oak Village is brightly lit at night. Several shops on both sides of the stone road leading to the lord's longhouse have not yet closed. The lights of the Laurel Forest Tavern in the residential area not far away are shining brightly, and there are faint sounds of laughter.

After the    kingdom knight and affairs officer rode a long distance, they came to the edge of the territory, and he saw Katarina walking towards him with a group of elves.

   "Laylen." The wood elf maid in gray, riding a stag, said in a low voice.

   "Katarina." Laylen nodded slightly, his eyes on the elf behind Katarina: "Your compatriots are here for the heather?"

There are about 80 wood elves, and the twenty standing in the front row have a long kite-shaped shield in one hand and two sharp spears in the other. They are dressed in exquisite elf scale armor. The night wind blows their dark green cloaks behind them. The knight judged from the equipment that this was a group of wood elves eternal guards.

Behind the Eternal Guard, there are more than 60 woodland guards holding elf longbows, and a male wood elf riding an elf horse. They follow Katarina, always watching all the nearby movements with vigilance. Among them is Lallen.

"That's right, with the arrival of summer, the dryads of Lauren Loren Forest gradually wake up from their slumber, the forest defense pressure is greatly relieved, and Eslay has enough time to solve the problems left over from winter." Katarina looked Glancing at Lallen, the amber eyes then glanced elsewhere.

   She paused for a few seconds, then said slowly, "Including the heather in your territory."

   "I see." Laylen looked at Katarina calmly, and welcomed him in imperial language: "Welcome to my domain, Eslai, I think we need to talk."

   "Human monkeys, take your eyes off the Queen's Handmaiden! Or I'll dig them out with my own hands!"

   The male voice mixed with anger in the wild sounded, and the strong male wood elf riding the elven horse looked dangerous, and he threatened in the broken imperial language.

  Lyren frowned and looked at the latter with a bad look.

He only wears a simple breastplate and leather armor. Besides, all parts of his body are covered by green leaves. The cloak with golden leaves sewn on the corners sets off his extraordinary status. He looks very fierce, and his face is painted with brown patterns. , with a longbow and spear on his back, and a green-leafed longsword with a leather sheath on his waist, a low-rank woodland lord.

   "Damn human monkey, dare to look back at me?!" The strong male wood elf vibrated and instigated the horse, pulled out the spear behind his back, and stabbed Laren directly.

"Back off! Olasif Piazza! I order you in the name of the mother goddess Aisha and Queen Marist!" The grey-clothed maid riding a stag snarled in Elvish language, her amber eyes hiding anger .

"But, esteemed Queen's Handmaiden, this monkey." Olasif, the male wood elf who was scolded sharply, quickly pulled back and looked at Katarina with a puzzled face, the authority of the grey-clothed maid in the Laurent Loren Forest. It is absolute, and he cannot but obey.

Wood elves are a matriarchal society, especially in the Laurent Loren Forest. The authority of the queen is absolute. There is no incarnation and will of the hunter Kunos here, and Queen Marist has the artifact of the mother goddess Aisha "The Tears of Tears". "Heart", most of the people in power are women, the black pit below Lauren Loren forest is a symbol of wildness, frenzy, struggle and twist, and it needs to be suppressed by the power of the mother goddess Aisha, which symbolizes peace.

The rights of    Queen Marist are similar to combining the two identities of Emperor and Pope Sigmar into one.

   "I order you to back away!" Facing Katarina's unquestionable cold tone, Olasif had to back away, his hatred for Layen was extreme.

"Your compatriots don't seem to be so willing to have contact with humans, Katarina." Laylen didn't want to take the opportunity to play, he said calmly in Elvish language: "Recapturing the heather land is Eslay's business, and it has nothing to do with humans. Relationship, your compatriots can leave, my territory does not welcome hostile guys."

  's fluent words opened the eyes of the wood elves.

   "This... human can speak the language of Eslai?!"

   "Mother is above."

  Because Laren asked in Elvish language, the sergeants behind him could not understand what the lord was saying, but the actions and hostility of the male wood elves just now made them aware of the danger.

  The sergeants clenched their halberds and stared at Eslai. Even though the number of them was huge, they still had the will to fight to the death.

  The arrogant attitude of the wood elf named Olasif is a common problem of Eslai. Male wood elves are often more hostile to races outside the forest than female wood elves.

  As the kingdom knight of the empire, Laylen represents the majesty of the human empire, and will never give in easily when negotiating with foreigners.

The   wood elves were silent. After spending a few months together, Katarina believed that Laren would do what she said. She pursed her cherry-colored lips, her chest heaved slightly, and something unexpected happened.

  The maid in gray nodded slightly to Lallen: "I apologize to you for his rudeness, human kingdom knight, I believe that Her Majesty Queen Marist, like me, does not want to have a dispute with humans."

In the process of living in the human territory, Katarina learned to restrain her character. She first considers the rational and friendly side. Heather land is of great significance to Eslai, and every power that can be borrowed cannot be ignored, especially because of her special status. Lallen.

   "Honorable Queen's Handmaiden! You" the male woodland lord swallowed and clenched his fists, as if he had been humiliated.

   The knight of the kingdom frowned, looked at Katarina, who lowered his head slightly, and sighed: "I accept your apology, Katarina, but the fault must be borne by the person who initiated the mistake."

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   (end of this chapter)

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