The sunlight shines through the thin clouds, shining on the layers of leaves of the Glen no Mori, reflecting a silvery glow.

In the middle of summer, the Gran Forest should be such a scene.

Green meadows stretch along the riverbank to the depths of the forest, flecks of sunlight swaying under the lush trees, and goblin camps loom over the bends of the golden river. The clear water of the river flowed in the sunlight and as the wind carried it into the depths of the forest, it soon lost its voice like a ghost and disappeared into the lush forest.

This season is the most beautiful and pleasant season in the Gran Forest, when the warm wind carries the fragrance of various plants and flowers, and the moist moisture of the forest sends it to the frontier of the Perus Empire.

On the outskirts of the Gran Forest, however, a very different picture emerges.

Thick smoke filled the road, and green camouflage-painted off-road vehicles lined up in a long line, driving towards the Grand Forest. Cavalry and motorized units drove on both sides of the flow of armored vehicles, protecting the infantry regiments inside the armored vehicles, followed by engineering and artillery regiments, and finally the mighty tank divisions.

The Peruvian Empire invested one-third of its army in this war, divided into four routes, and prepared to flank the elven kingdom along the major waterways.

As the main general, Kazan is riding in a tank he is not familiar with, blowing the air conditioner and singing, and the fighting spirit is advancing with the army into the Gran Forest.

You ask him why it's so easy?

Because the disparity between the strength of the enemy and us is too great, as long as the imperial army protects the supply line, the elven kingdom will definitely be defeated. What kind of strategy do we have to play in a war that can be won by pushing it flat? Only by overcoming the strong with the weak can we play tricks, and the soldiers will have enough food and enough food to be just on the front.

Kazan's mentality at this time is also the mentality of the top brass of the Pruss Empire, and even the whole army.

It comes from confidence in the Pelus Empire, from the growing military power of the Pelous Empire, and from the massive awakening of the Golden Descendants.

The Peruvian Empire, as we all know, is the most powerful human state on the continent of Arad and the most populous. And the human race is the race with the densest golden blood, so the golden descendants under the jurisdiction of the Perus Empire show a crushing situation compared to the surrounding forces.

Not only that, but the Peruvian Empire was also the country that received the most aid from foreign powers, and now has its own equipment production line, which is capable of mass production of industrial goods, including munitions. Although the grade is still very low, it is already another level of intensity compared to the elven realm.

The population, technology, and organization are all crushed, what reason is there to lose the war?

Unless there is strong foreign aid from the Elven Realm.

Pity...... The Far Eastern Alliance and the Kashny Federation, although they are usually at loggerheads, are both human-oriented and supremacist. It is impossible to let the Perus Empire not win over, but to support an alien force without an awakened one.

From the very beginning of this war, the elven kingdom was doomed to perish, and the weak resistance of the elven race could only delay the time when victory came

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At this time, Kalenz was sitting in the truck with the army, drinking tea and chatting with a handsome and clean brown-haired young man wearing silver chain mail and a long hair shawl.

On the surface, this brown-haired young man has the temperament of an artist, looking like a writer or a painter, but in fact he is the Ozma with unlimited potential in the eyes of Xiao Xi, the archmage who accompanied the army.

"Mr. Karenz, your tea is delicious. Ozma put down the celadon teacup and said with a smile: "As for your origin, no one cares, there are too many people outside the empire now, and we don't have time to tell them all." So all we care about is how much you can do to the Empire...... It is better to see and feel the benefits. ”

"Of course I'm here with sincerity. ”

Karenzimo rubbed the celadon cup in his hand and said with a smile: "However, I am different from other outsiders, I only came here to seek wealth, and I don't care about other things. ”

"What do you have, what do you want?" Ozma didn't seem to expect him to say that, visibly stunned.

"It's just business, and I want to invest in the construction of some factories and shops on the Arad continent to make a profit. For example, now, I want to buy some elven slaves from you, the more the better. Kalenz put on the face of a greedy capitalist and said with no conscience:

"You have to know that this race that resembles human beings but is not human beings, and is not protected by human rights, is the best-selling luxury. ”

"Oh...... You're here for the elves. Ozma nodded suspiciously, looking at Kalenz with a little more disdain in her eyes.

This contempt was a contempt for the black-hearted merchants, not for the slave trade, and he did not consider it a sin because the slave trade against aliens was permitted in the Perus Empire.

"If the elves are captive, how many will you have this time...... You can just go to General Kazan, and if you're willing to spend money, you can even buy an elven queen. Unable to figure out where Karenz could be, Ozma decided to continue the temptation.

"No, no, no, if I go to General Kazan, it will be equivalent to cooperating with the official Perus Empire. Kalenz looked into Ozma's eyes and said unhurriedly: "What I want is not to cooperate with the official, I want to cooperate with you, Mr. Ozma." ”

"I've received similar invitations more than once. Ozma shook her head, clearly lacking interest.

"No, they can't give you what you want, but I can. Speaking of this, Kalenz took out the life gem given to him by Ivan and held it firmly in his hand, held it in front of the other party and slowly spread it out: "Your Excellency Ozma is an archmage, can you help me identify this item." ”

"This ...... This is!?"

The moment he saw the Life Gem, Ozma's eyes suddenly changed, and his gaze seemed to be stuck with the gem, and he couldn't move away:

"It's amazing! Such a pure and vast source of energy can be frozen in crystals in an extremely stable way...... Not only that, but just bathing in its light, I felt every cell in my body cheering. Priceless treasure! This is definitely a priceless treasure! If I can set this gem on my staff, I can perform all kinds of forbidden spells without fear of backlash!"

"You...... Do you want to?" asked Karenz in a low voice, deliberately retracting the gem slowly.

"If you are willing to give your love, I am willing to give me all my possessions...... No, no, no, I will grant you whatever you ask!" Ozma said with a frenzied face.

"I won't give you the gems...... But ......"

Karenz first rejected his request to buy, then looked thoughtful, whetted Ozma's appetite, and waited until he was almost mad to say, "I can give you how to make gems, and the raw materials for making them...... With the talent of Lord Ozma, he will definitely learn the mysteries. ”

"That's better!"

Ozma almost jumped up in the carriage, and then realized that he was too out of shape, and quickly covered his forehead with his hand, forcing himself to calm down:

"And what about the cost?

"The price is that Your Excellency Ozma can only cooperate with me. "Kalenz made a very simple request.

The reason why the requirements are so low is because he knows that there are some things that cannot be rushed, rather than bargaining with Ozma now. It's better to wait for him to come into contact with gemstone technology, and when he can't stop researching, he suddenly gets stuck, and at this time, with some provising conditions, the effect will definitely be better. Anyway, gem technology is only available in the Far Eastern Alliance, and the secrecy is very well done, and the Kashny Federation can't come up with similar chips at all.

"Can I only be with you, or can I only be with the forces behind you?" Ozma asked coldly, looking at him with a scrutinizing look.

"Does it matter?" Karenz said with a smile on his lips and an accentuated tone, "I can guarantee that this is an exclusive technology that no one but me can give you." ”

"In that case...... I can only make you a friend. Ozma sighed in her heart, unable to resist the temptation of the gem, and handed the hand of friendship to Kalenz.

"It was a pleasure to work with. Karenz happily shook the right hand he handed him and said sincerely, "I will prove that your choice will not be wrong." ”

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Deep in the Gran Forest, the realm of the Elves.

In this realm, there is an infinite barrier of light suspended in the sky, and the sun, moon and stars are arranged on the surface of the barrier, like a mirror embedded in the sky. Inside the mirror, countless stars rotate around the sun and moon, forming a precise aura, slowly rotating with each other's traction, this is the great barrier that maintains the existence of the elven realm.

Below the barrier, mountains are surrounded by rivers and lakes, and together with the forest, they form a green barrier.

The terrain of the Elven Realm is undulating, and four majestic and precipitous mountains spread from the Gran Forest, surrounding each other to form a huge basin, blocking countless foreign enemies for the elves and blocking their channels of communication with the outside world.

In this land of giant trees, there are large and small cities scattered in the stars, and the most magnificent city actually stands on a giant tree!

At the top of this giant tree, thousands of meters above sea level, the Elven King's Palace is hidden under a cascading canopy, and in front of it is an open square, and the silver atrium stands at the gentliest point of the treetop, surrounded by a series of holy white corridors, which hide each other in a labyrinthine terrain.

At the top of the giant tree stood a series of silver-white spires, jutting straight into the sky. They shone with a metallic sheen throughout, and the rich silvery-white light flickered on and off, as if life was circulating. The minaret in the center was close to the Great Barrier in the Sky, and mysterious symbols continued to erupt in all directions, forming brilliant bands of light, swirling and dancing around the palace.

And on the lookout of a spire, a beautiful elven girl stood, overlooking the forest in the distance from the highest point.

The girl's eyes seemed to be a pair of magnificent red crystals, with a silver-gray ponytail hanging down to her neck, and her oblique bangs combed back to her ears; The corners of her eyes are round, as if she is smiling all the time, and the straight, slender bridge of her nose gives a strong feeling, but at this moment, her face is full of lingering worry.

The elven girl wore a bright green dress that was tucked down to form a flare. With his hands folded on his skirt, he stood there silently, watching the array of troops growing from the distance of the forest—the misty shade of the trees set off such beauty, like the melancholy roses of the forest.

Under her watchful eye, the war began.

Accompanied by a loud command horn, the imperial artillery lined up in arrays, bombarding the fortress built by the elves on the mountain road.

Under the saturation attack, the impregnable fortress in the eyes of the elves quickly collapsed, and the defenders who tried to resist were also annihilated by artillery fire. The roar of the tracks roared deep into the forest, and countless tanks were like daggers, passing over the ruins of the fortress and into the hinterland of the elven realm, boundless, like a tide. Tens of thousands of infantry armored vehicles, trucks, and mages hidden in infantry delivery trucks, as well as powerful warriors, followed......

In order to stop the invaders, the elves sent their strongest army.

Elven mages unleash a variety of spells at the tank clusters, but with little effect, at best, slowing them down, while the tanks' shelling can inflict heavy casualties.

Under this trend, the elven swordsman legion was dispatched.

Dressed in silver armor and armed with two-meter-long swords, they formed a battle formation and rushed towards the tank windmill and danced like a huge sword circle.

Like a cutter, it mercilessly destroyed the tanks in the first row, but the charge of the tank cluster did not stop at all. At the same time, Shen Xiong's trumpet sounded in the rear of the Imperial Army, as if dozens of dragons had gathered together to roar.

Heavy footsteps were heard in the rumbling smoke, and the mighty shadows ran and approached, carrying the battle flag of the Peruvian Empire embroidered on their shoulders. Under the desperate gaze of the elven swordsman, the black shadow of the leader gradually revealed his form—a tall warrior with a helmet, shirtless, and a throwing axe at his waist, a giant battle axe in one hand and a sword in the other.

"The warriors of the elven clan are weak, the warriors of the empire, rush with me!"

Kazan rushed to the front, wielding a giant axe and a long knife, tearing apart the camp of the elven swordsmen, setting off a brutal bloody storm.

"Kill!"

"Charge! charge!"

"Destroy all the resisters!"

The Imperial heavy infantry followed behind their commander and began to charge with the tanks, the blades of their swords setting off a sharp wind that shone like a blazing sun in the mist.

In an instant, the proud elven swordsmen seemed to be plunged into hell, and the Imperial army was like demons in the shadow of the tank, and those blades flickered frequently with a strong wind, spilling out patches of terrible blood. The long swords in their hands were cut off, and the armor on their bodies was also cut off, and as the most elite melee troops of the elven race, they could only be slaughtered unilaterally.

The army of heavy infantry advanced like a dense blade of sharp knives, and the elven swordsmen in their path were not united.

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