The flawless action in the dark brought the Iron Mine Ridge back into the grip of the Highland Mountain Centaurs and Wood Elves, and with the nascent rising sun, the blood-stained mountain won a temporary tranquility.

According to the previous plan, Alec and Crodil ordered their divisions to keep the invaders' Crimson Skull Banners, collect those scattered in the battlefield, and plant more on the Highland Mountains and Iron Ore Ridge to further confuse the enemy below the two mountains.

The shadows of the trees are mottled, and the baptism of war leaves only sadness and vicissitudes, carrying the smell of the mountain breeze like a rotting corpse. The once peaceful Iron Ore Ridge now looks eerie, and the crows, which were rarely seen in the past, are now bustling on the branches of the beech, playing the tune of death.

As soon as the Iron Mine Ridge was reclaimed, Alec's female family rushed to the Iron Mine Ridge to collect food and water, and the lack of food and water for several days made the centaurs look yellow and thin, and their lips were cracked.

"Collect more food! You weak cubs, don't be lazy to your mother! The rude female voice intimidated many of the centaur tateks, who looked at the female centaur with the same rude voice and face, and pouted.

"Ah, our sturdy mare is going crazy again! Brothers, be smart! Ota smiled and showed the crooked teeth in his lips, and then imitated Orach's tone, "Is there any wine?" My dear aunt. ”

"There is no wine, but there is a bucket of urine. If you don't work again, be careful that the old lady cleans up your little bastard! Let you taste the semi-finished wine I brewed! The mare Daren stretched out her strong arm and began to roll up the cuffs of her linen shirt, which were clearly bright muscles, and Otta couldn't help but tingle her scalp and turned her back to avoid the mare's hot gaze.

The Wood Elves stationed in the Highlands were not short of food, and the Forbidden Cavalry were prepared, but they still sent a small team of men to help the centaurs hunt and collect all kinds of edible fruits they could find in the Highlands, such as wild boars or pomegranates growing from spiked grass.

When all was ordered, Claudil went alone to the cave of the Highland Mountains, where Legral had risen from the thatched stone bed, and the rest of the day had made him look much better, but his badly wounded left arm was barely able to move.

Before Claudil arrived, he was chatting leisurely with the centaur who had come to bring him fruit, the former talking about the sky, the latter giggling with laughter.

With the arrival of Crodir, the topic of conversation between Legral and the female centaur came to an abrupt end, and the female centaur turned her face, and under the laughter was a light yellow middle-aged face, but the sight of her face full of red light like a peach blossom was seen by Crodiel, even if she covered her mouth and ran away from Crodiel's side, Claudir seemed to guess what kind of rhyme they were talking about.

"Mentor, I'm a little reckless." An embarrassed look appeared on Adjutant Claudier's pear-shaped face, and he stood in front of Legral and said with a somewhat dull voice, "It seems that it will not be long before Your Excellency will be able to do strenuous exercise." I mean riding a war horse and galloping across the battlefield. ”

"Oh, Crodier, I thought you said I would ride the Centaur on the land of the **." Legral's pleasant face just now turned into an old engraving again, only slightly blue, "Congratulations, my sir! You've won a good battle, but a general can't be carried away by a small surprise victory, ah, I just congratulated you, but apparently to remind you not to be complacent. ”

"I'm here at a bad time, Mentor." The two shallow eyebrows above Crodier's phoenix eyes have really forgotten how to place them at the right angle.

"Tell me, my interest has been completely destroyed by you, little fellow, alas, these female centaurs are really to my taste, old man. They are completely different from our delicate wood elf women, their graceful bodies look domineering, and there is a charming fragrance hidden under the roughness. I feel like I'm a little tempted. Legral sat cross-legged on the thatched stone bed and slowly moved his legs, and then asked Crodil to bring him boots and put them on the side of the bed, although his left arm was numb, but his right arm was as agile as ever, and in a moment, Legral got up from the bed, and stood up as if he had returned to normal, but he was still trembling slightly, "I'll give you a moment, say, what are your plans next." ”

"With the strength we have, it's almost impossible for us to do anything more. If the evil guys at the foot of the Iron Mine Ridge and the Highland Mountains find out that the flags planted on the two mountains are just a hoax and attack the mountains again, I really don't know if we can hold on to them. The never-before-seen minotaurs are terrifying killing machines, and we've learned them once before. Crodir's gaze followed Legrar's body, and it was clear that he wanted to get a little better advice from Legral than he had expected.

"Crodir, I'm afraid my advice won't help you much." Legral didn't turn around, but crossed his right hand on his waist and propped up his waist, "I've been dizzy from sleeping these days, I have to stand up, straighten my waist to breathe, I don't feel comfortable living in the highland mountain cave of the centaur." Except for the female centaurs here. If I can return to Unocal from this mountain alive, I will have to ask Your Majesty to unload my armor and return to the forest. ”

"If I can listen to your advice, my heart will be more stable." Claudir retrieved Legral's cloak and tied it to Legral's back.

"You and I have both heard it, although Your Majesty has appointed us to lead the second squadron of the Forbidden Cavalry to support this area where the centaurs are located, and said that more troops will be sent to support this place immediately, but you must have also heard the Elder Druid Helgel report of the Nilda Gang Snow Dragon, I don't think this is the Druid Elder made up, the dragon is real. Do you know who taught us the Wood Elf longbow and the Wood Elf arrow? ”

"Of course you do, Mentor. Legend has it that the Wood Elf Bow and Wood Elf Arrows were a technique passed on to us by Forrest, the god of the forest, to hunt in the forest and to fight against the evil lords beyond the forest. Legral was a little confused, he didn't know why Legral had brought up this question.

"There's nothing wrong with hunting, and there's nothing wrong with fighting evil, but to get to the bottom of it, the Wood Elf Longbow was originally created by Forrester to hunt dragons, and if you don't believe it, take a look at the pitch-black longbow you're carrying behind you, and if I'm not mistaken, it's the same pitch-black longbow captured from Kosiponack, it's the work of the Wood Elves at their finest, and it's a legend now, and his entire bow is made of black keelbones that have been carefully carved, The eternal string is actually a black dragon tendon, this bow was lost in the time of Lord Collin, and you have seized it, indicating that Forrester has chosen you in the dark. It's called the Black Dragon's Thorn, and it's evidence that our Wood Elves hunted dragons. ”

Crodil couldn't help but touch the black dragon thorn behind him, and suddenly felt a faint cold feeling on his fingertips.

"I've had the pleasure of catching a glimpse of the druids, I can't tell you the rest, but the only thing I can tell you is the last dragon of Erwinia, entrenched on the Dragon's Roaring Mountain on the banks of the White Dragon's Blood River, it was besieged by the Wood Elves, and after days of bloody battles with us, he finally escaped from Erwinnia with his body seriously wounded, and flew to the other side of the Nildagon Strait, the snow-covered mountain, the storm cliff where the wind and thunder never stopped. Maybe he would have hoped to be so even dead, but now it seems that it has backfired. Legral's expression was a little gloomy, "Therefore, even if we have follow-up support troops, it is unlikely that there will be many, Your Majesty should be quite clear about this history, and he will shift most of his focus to the south, so that the minotaur guarding the seven turns and eight bends will steadily block these supporting Wood Elf warriors under the Iron Mine Ridge." ”

"We're just nominal support from Erwinnia to support the centaurs?" Claudir saw the blue fluorite torch hanging on the cave wall, and the blue fluorite was clearly a bleak light.

"We can't understand it that way. Maybe not at first, but now it is. But we're not at the end yet, as the Trians haven't yet appeared, and their arrival and support is the ultimate meaning of our strategy of choosing to stay on standby. We can still see hope, but I don't know what will happen to Your Majesty, if the dragon is still alive, then he will come with a thousand years of hatred. Today's Wood Elves are no longer what they used to be, and the lost manufacturing technology has made our Wood Elf longbow making level more and more regressive, and our Wood Elves are only a small existence in front of the dragons. Legral put his right arm on Crodir's shoulder, "That's it, Crodir, a warrior should have his own opinions. ”

"I also thought of holding on to help, but I didn't analyze it as thoroughly as the Mentor, I expected to see reinforcements from the Wood Elves, and the Mentor put his focus on the support army of the Trians. It was a life-threatening gamble, like an all-or-nothing gamble. Crodil gripped Legral's right hand tightly on his shoulder.

"We, like Your Majesty, will face sooner or later, and people will eventually die, and hesitation is not as good as desperate." Legral nodded slightly, and finally a slight smile appeared on his old engraving-like face, "If you can understand this, I can enjoy the pleasure of unloading my armor and returning to the forest in peace." If you can still live until that time. ”