Kerryben, the king of the Singh Elves, ascends the city wall and looks out over the camp of the Imperial army in the distance. There are neat flags, fresh clothes and angry horses, and you can vaguely hear the songs and laughter in the barracks.

The teal tent in the right rear, which was the camp of the Empire's elite cuirassiers. These powerful and well-trained cavalrymen were equipped with black iron cuirasses as thick as a finger! No elves have any arrows capable of piercing through this breastplate.

A large area in the rear left is a camp for human crossbowmen. Human arrows may never reach the accuracy of elves, but the emergence of *** has allowed humans to obtain a range comparable to that of elves.

They don't need precision, tens of thousands of crossbowmen fire a volley, under the covering blow, accuracy is not really important.

In the rear of the entire camp, humans even built a number of temporary wooden huts. Although it was simple, the conditions were much better than the marching tents.

There sat the Calswinian Emperor Belisarius.

Many military mages and priests guarded him, and any assassination attempt against him would be in vain. Besides, Belisarius was not the leader of evil, and there was no point in assassinating him. Carey was well aware, and anyone knew it, that Calswin's real ruler was Queen Mother Octahi.

There is also a camp of elite swordsmen whose martial skills are on a par with elves, a camp of spearmen with the largest number of guarding formations, and a camp of archers whose hands are stained with the blood of elven civilians.

Farther behind, massive siege engines were arriving at the front line, and the Imperial army was too lazy to make fearless sacrifices until they were in place.

The human war machine is in full swing and shakes the entire continent. Kerry couldn't even believe that he had held out for twelve years under such an offensive!

Later in the war, when the mystery of the jungle was lifted and the race god Angelis retreated to his kingdom, the resistance of the elves was simply crushed in the face of the imperial army.

At the most critical moment, the Singh elves heeded Cremar's advice.

They endured the pain and cut down the tall, hard silver-crowned wood and filled it with earth and snow, and the cold currents froze the simple walls like stone walls.

Even on the city walls, the elves learned from humans to prepare trebuchets and heavy crossbows, as well as stones and rolling logs, and a large number of horses and traps were set up under the walls.

Twelve years of painful war have made the elves give up grace. Walls, spikes, blood, the elves instinctively loathed these ugly creatures of war. But without these, they would have perished years ago.

Twelve years of painful war made Kerryben, the originally slightly immature king, mature rapidly, and at the same time, he became more haggard even more quickly.

Over the course of twelve years, Kerry was in pain to witness his people being killed and plundered one by one, and to witness the destruction of the magnificent Silvercrown Forest by humans as a wasteland. Every time I close my eyes in the middle of the night, a familiar and distorted and painful face comes to mind, which makes Kerry wake up from his dream, sweating profusely. Kerry has not fallen yet, it is only the support of the will. Now that Angelis has returned to the kingdom of God, the fountain of life has dried up, and the silver-crowned jungle has been shattered, he, Kerryben, is the only reliance of the Singer elves.

The pain in the heart of the king cannot be expressed, nor can it be expressed. He still inspected the city walls with a resolute face, nodding to the soldiers on the city walls who were nervously preparing for battle.

Every elf who received the king's greeting was a little more energetic. Originally, the Elven Court did not have a city wall, but after losing the mystery lock and the forest, this thirty-meter-high city wall was the last reliance of the Singh elves!

Eventually, Kerriben stood up to the tower, a place where every citizen could see. His expression was solemn, but his back was straight and his bearing was calm. Not only did he have to let all the Singh elves see it, but he also had to let the Imperial army on the opposite side see it. He, King of Singh, Kerryben, was not crushed.

Cremar followed, looking at Kerryburn worriedly. The situation of close friends couldn't be worse.

"It's going to snow."

"yes, the first snow of the year will be early."

"The soldiers are too tired to resist the bitter cold." Kerry frowned and whispered, "Are there any reserves?" It's best to arrange a change of guard before the general attack. ”

"I saw it just now, the oil tank at the buttress has bottomed out, when can it be replenished?"

"And the stones, the rolling wood, why don't I see anything!"

Kerry turned angrily and asked, his eyes red and swollen and his voice hoarse.

The white-robed Cremar wanted to give King Singh a smile, but he could only reluctantly pull the corners of his mouth.

He also ran out of oil.

In the Jungle Court, where the fountain of life has dried up, the magic has not been answered, and foreign trade has been completely blocked, only the druid's herbs and spellcasters can provide limited treatment for minor and serious injuries.

The elven spellcasters are tired enough! The powerful guy who was able to unleash chain lightning to destroy the enemy was unexpectedly dragged down by one inferior healing technique.

Kerry didn't get a response from his friend and advisor, only a bitter smile on Cremar's lips.

"No, is it?" His face was blank, and he looked at the burning silver-crowned forest. Two hundred years ago, when his father handed over the throne to him, he never thought of today.

"My friend, please tell me honestly." Kerryburn's voice was low, "This time, will we be able to make it through?" ”

The Singh elves were defeated, and even Angel returned to the throne and abandoned the place. Whenever he was desperate, King Singh would always ask Cremar this question.

Will we be able to survive this time?

The white-robed Cremar would tell him firmly every time, we can make it through, definitely!

But this time, such words were no longer spoken.

"My friend, we still have the last hope." His gaze was fixed to the south, which was the direction of Emerald Forest Island.

Hall, Kylam, if you're still alive, hurry up! Faster!

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"The King of the Jungle is indeed extraordinary."

and the Elven King's Court Tower, facing from a distance is the Chinese army tent of His Majesty Belisarius. The Emperor was quite comfortable and half-lying on a comfortable fur couch, shaking half a glass of wine in his hands.

This is a valian, but slightly gloomy majesty, full of style. Just now, he used the delicate crystal lens barrel to carefully observe King Singh patrolling the city defenses.

Belisarius was very satisfied. Kerry was originally a king who was admired by the mountains, and defeating such a king with dignity would glorify himself in the annals of history.

Around the high nobles under the emperor's throne, the generals and mages echoed one after another, and one of the nobles said half-jokingly:

"The King of the Jungle is a bit of a misnomer, is there any jungle here? Bare, dusty everywhere! My family's library collection claims that the Silver Crown Jungle is a fairyland on earth, and I can now understand the nonsense of these literati! ”

"Lord Brabant, the Silver Crown Forest is famous for its snowy scenes. The prophet also said that the first snow will fall in a few days. When the time comes, you may be able to retract what you said today. ”

"Oh? Then the military will have to speed up. At that time, we will accompany Your Majesty together to enjoy the snow in the Silvercrown Royal Court, and ask Your Majesty to judge if I need to take back today's words. ”

This nice quip makes the atmosphere even more joyful. During the twelve years of war, the elven rangers in the jungle came out of nowhere, bringing a large number of casualties to the Imperial army.

For this reason, Belisa left a strong wall to clear the wilderness, burned a large number of them, and cut down the silver-crowned trees in the occupied areas. At this time, the silver-crowned dense forest was indeed mostly barren, with only black ashes covering the bare surface.

The elves of the forest are like the armor of a human being.

Brabant laughed. His Majesty the Emperor happily drank the wine in the cup, which was regarded as a request from the ministers to enjoy the snow, "There is no dense forest here, there is one in my hunting garden." If you can capture Keriben alive, I will make him a Royal Ranger and give him the title of King of the Jungle. What do you think? ”

Hahahaha!!

A burst of laughter erupted in the big tent of the Chinese army, and His Majesty the Emperor actually made a rare joke.

The reason for the harmony and joy of the Calswin Empire is not actually the imminent destruction of the Singh elves, but another, more secret reason.

A reason that everyone here knows, but does not want to mention:

The Queen Mother Octas has been missing for a month!

It is no secret that the Empress Dowager is mysterious and powerful, and is often absent from the palace.

However, Octas is an authority with an extraordinary desire for control. She will never let all kinds of secret reports go unattended by the State of War address. She used to disappear occasionally, but her orders and instructions still came as scheduled.

This time it was different, the Queen Mother really disappeared. There are secret reports that more than a dozen corpses have been found near Emerald Forest Island, and they have been identified as those extremely powerful guards around the Queen Mother. However, no clues were found about the Queen Mother.

Ogtassi is afraid that he is already very lucky, and in the big tent of the Chinese army, the upper echelons of the empire have already planned about this. Although no one has ever talked about it, everyone avoids talking about the Queen Mother, which in itself is very revealing. This nightmarish iceberg, which had been hanging over the empire for two hundred years, finally melted.

The inner joy of the kings and courtiers could not be expressed directly. The coercion of the Empress Dowager was too strong, and more than a dozen emperors trembled under her hands, and even one was abolished by her, and then died unexplained.

Therefore, until the death of the Queen Mother is absolutely confirmed, everyone is silent about this matter. can only express the joy in my heart through this series of laughter.

Clifford nodded secretly, and he excused himself to prepare his defenses and leave the table.

After inspecting the city walls, Kerribben's next stop was the Great Temple of Angres. Of course, not to worship the gods. Two years ago, when Angelis returned to his kingdom, the statues of all the gods of life in the Silvercrown Forest were shattered.

This is a kingdom abandoned by God, but the people who have lost God's favor still need to struggle to survive.

The Great Temple of Angreth was, and still is, the most magnificent building in the entire Jungle Court. In the past, its grandeur symbolized the majesty of Angelis, but now, its grandeur can provide shelter from the fleeing elves.

The hall of the Great Temple had long since lost its former holiness, but was noisy. Elves are a graceful race, but they are no less embarrassed when it comes to falling into the realm of lost dogs.

Most of the refugees in the main hall were elderly, but there were also some seriously wounded. For whoever can still start shooting arrows is already on the city wall. This is an existential war, and Kerry has mobilized all the forces of his clan.

The twelve-year war consumed more than half of the population of the Singh elves, as well as almost all the supplies. Most of the refugees in the temple were covered with a cloak. In the cold wind of the Silvercrown Forest, they were pale and shivering from the cold.

The cold in the air is unbearable, and the despair in the heart is unbearable. In the past, even if the Singer elves were in a dead situation, they would not be so sad. For God will take their souls and enjoy eternal happiness in the kingdom of God.

But now, their souls have no home.

Kerry slowly walked through the narrow passage crowded with refugees, and the numb people saw the king passing by, and struggled to stand up and salute Kerry.

Some of these elves were familiar to him, and some were strange, but he patted them in the same way, hugged them, and greeted them in the most sincere way.

A badly wounded female elf fumbled and grabbed his robe, and asked tremblingly:

"Your Majesty, will everything be okay?"

She looked like a young girl, having just lost her legs on the battlefield and was blinded by the fire.

Kerry squatted down, smiling and touching her forehead.

"Live well, and everything will be fine."

The elf let out a long sigh of relief and lay back quietly. The king assured her that everything would be fine, and that there was probably nothing to worry about.

It's true...... Nothing to worry about......

The crowd gradually dispersed, but Kerry felt a wave of vanity in his footsteps and almost fell.

A steady arm held him up.

"You need to rest!" Cremar looked at him solemnly, "Immediately! ”

"I also want to see His Excellency the High Priest...... He was my teacher after all. ”

Cremar sighed and pulled a vial of snow honey out of his robes.

"Drink it." He said.

Snow honey can replenish the magic of mages, and it can also replenish the vitality of elves. But Carrey knew it was the last bottle.

He didn't know if it was himself or Cremar who needed it more.

At this time, Carey saw a very small girl, sitting by the campfire. She held her cheeks in her hands and stared at the snow honey in his hands.

This elven girl was only about ten years old, which was too young even for human age. She was dressed in an oversized robe, covered in dirt and holes. The emaciated arms were as thin as the new branches of the mechanical tree. On his dirty little face, a pair of big crystal eyes stared at the snow honey in Kerryben's hand.

Kerry Ben walked over and shoved the bottle into the little girl's hand.

He smiled as gently as he could, and said to the little girl, "Take it and eat it." ”

The little girl opened the bottle and sniffed it, with a look of surprise on her face.

But to the horror of Kerry Ben and Cremar, the little girl did not pour Snow into her mouth, but picked up an even smaller boy from behind.

"Jamie, eat it, this taste is called sweet."

Kerryben's smile froze on his face, and great grief crossed his chest. He walked away quickly, hiding in the shadows behind a broken wall. Cremar followed, hugging his best friend, tears wetting his chest.