The large tree wall south of the Morning Star Forest is still gritting its teeth and holding on to the invasion of the ogre. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

A full month had passed since the expedition had set out, and thousands of elven warriors had been summoned to gather to defend the last bastion of the entire eastern forest, fighting the ogres who had stormed the line at the "gates" of the Great Tree Wall.

In order to meet this unprecedented invasion, the elven elders of the Morning Star Forest had gathered as many settlements as possible around them, and even with reinforcements from the north, the number of war dancers was already unprecedented—but in the face of the "army" of ogres like a tidal wave, it was barely enough to hold the gate.

In the early stages of the invasion, the elves were able to repel the vanguards for a while, and even drive them out of the protective range of the Great Tree Wall, leaving the battlefield farther into the wilderness, but when the surrounding ogre settlements began to merge, the momentum of the attack was immediately broken, and the triumphant War Dancers retreated behind the Great Tree Wall.

At this moment, the elves really realized that this battle was beyond their imagination, and this was no longer an invasion of one or two small ogre settlements that were not worth mentioning, but a great migration of the entire ogre race!

In the face of such an enemy, unless all the elven settlements in the Ancient Wood Forest are gathered, there is no room for confrontation at all!

The Eastern Elves didn't even have any time to rest, and they didn't dare to let their guard down for a moment in front of the almost endless army of ogres - if the Great Tree Wall was breached, the entire Eastern Forest would be unsafe!

Every day, wounded elven warriors retreated from the front lines to the Windswept Forest, and many more remained forever on the battlefield of the Great Tree Wall - Ogres roamed the center of the bloody battle almost all the time, and after sacrificing an entire team of war dancers in vain, the elves finally gave up on retrieving the bones.

This is a war they have never experienced before, not only tragic, but also endless.

The elves who held the Great Tree Wall paid a heavy price, but the ogre settlements were also annihilated one by one. But the monsters didn't seem to be terrified at all, and the smell of blood on the battlefield made them even more insane, pounding the walls of the trees in a steady stream.

The only fortunate thing is that the "trolls" who once destroyed the big tree wall have not been seen since the expedition set off - the eastern elves have done their best, and there are no extra warriors left to defend the flanks.

They weren't up against legions of human knights, nor were they spear-wielding war dancers. The only enemy of the elves for thousands of years is such a group of fierce beasts that spread fear forever!

And when hundreds of these beasts roared and pounced, whether alive or dead, there was no elaborate skill at all - all that could be done was to puff out their chests and stand in front of them.

But as the battle grew longer and the sacrifices became heavier, even the most tenacious dancers began to fall into confusion and numbness, and the death of the robes and the brutality of the ogres tormented them like a haunting nightmare.

It's not cowardice, they don't have any intention of backing down, they just don't see victory - even if they repel one, ten, or even hundreds of attacks, those ogres will still launch a new round of attacks!

Exhausted, Lukka returned to his tent and reluctantly withdrew from the battlefield after four days and nights of continuous fighting, handing over command to another equally experienced wardancer leader, but also with a brief respite.

Even if he didn't want to admit it, Lukka knew that his body had reached its limit, but he couldn't close his eyes at the thought of how many more elven warriors would trade their lives for this short recuperation time.

Thirty days of bloody fighting were a nightmare in Luka's memory, not only on a scale but also on a much more tragic scale than the last one - even if it was an immediate victory, the entire settlement of the eastern forest would have paid an unbearable price.

The ogres never gave them a moment of peace, and the enemies outside the walls of the trees seemed to be endless, and as soon as they saw the forward dancers retreating, these ogres would attack like crazy, until they were once again routed by the counterattacking elves.

In such a battle, the war dancers did not dare to retreat at all - each return meant a new attack, and dozens or hundreds of inexperienced young fighters would sacrifice their young lives in such a senseless battle.

"Lord Luca, what are you—what the hell are you doing?!"

The little wizard who passed by looked at the leader of the war dancers who was stunned by the tent in shock, and suddenly patted the other party's shoulder, his blue eyes were full of concern: "Look at your current appearance, you have to take a good rest as soon as possible!"

"Thank you. The gentle Lukka smiled helplessly and slowly lowered his head: "Thank you for helping us during this time, Morning Star Lin...... No, the elves of the entire eastern forest owe you an adult, please!"

His tone was extremely sincere—and no one asked for it, the little wizard had come to the Great Tree Wall battlefield on his own initiative, helping the sages to take care of the wounded elven warriors in the Wind Chaser Forest, bandaging their wounds and making a potion.

It's a very hard job, but the little wizard has no complaints at all, and is completely relentless in saving every life he can. Many of the elven war dancers were even impressed by the human wizard, and from their exhaustion and numbness, they regained their faith and re-entered the battlefield.

Of course, more importantly, there is the continuous supply of materials from the Duchy of Lothair, which is also the key to allowing the eastern elves to hold on until now.

A week after the expedition departed, the first supplies supported by the Duke of Lothair had arrived in the Morning Star Forest, along with the Duke's emissary, who was responsible for discussing the alliance with the Morning Star Forest.

The Duke Envoy, who was originally just to repay the favor of Count Leven Fleet, immediately strengthened his determination to form an alliance with the elves after seeing the tragic situation of the Great Tree Wall battlefield with his own eyes, and signed an alliance with Morning Star Forest without hesitation.

Holy Cross above, if these elves are finished, how many troops will the Duchy have to send to resist these behemoths, and how many villages and towns will be in ruins to destroy them?!

Between half of the duchy being reduced to ruins and paying some supplies, Duke Lothair did not hesitate to choose the latter.

The Duke's envoy even hinted to the elves very "enthusiastically" that the duke's army could also be stationed in the Great Tree Wall and fight side by side with the elves if needed. However, he was politely rejected by Born and several other elders.

Compared to these ill-intentioned human nobles, Ain Rand, who had no selfish desires at all, touched Lukka even more, and he had truly regarded this little wizard as his friend.

"You've really won the prize. Ain shook his head violently, and "explained" with embarrassment: "Compared to what you are doing, there is so little I can do! If I could be like Loren......"

"That's different. Lukka shook his head: "Although I admire his courage as well, what you do is no less than him - it's not only fighting that proves bravery, sacrifice that proves determination, what you do is more meaningful than that!"

The topic suddenly became heavy, and with a long sigh, Luca, who was tired, looked at the little wizard solemnly: "Do you really think...... Will His Excellency Loren Turin succeed?"

"Of course!"

Ein Rand suddenly raised his eyes firmly, and there was no hesitation or hesitation in his tone: "No matter what, Loren can come back alive, he will definitely succeed!"

Lukka smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I wish I could be as confident as you, but it's a pity ......"

He was only halfway through his sentence when a loud shout suddenly rang out from outside the camp, and the sound of commotion spread throughout the entire wall of trees, reawakening the wardancer leader who had just relaxed.

Has the offensive started again......

An elven warrior with an excited look ran in the direction of the camp, and before he even stopped, he shouted desperately:

"Ogre, ogres are beginning to retreat - !!!"

What the?!