The next day, the winged air force gathered here, Zhang Quan once again personally put on the battle, driving the Fort Walter to attack the elves on the other side, the elves' knights had already been lost in the previous battle, although there were also a few scattered air knights in the logistics, but they did not dare to fight.

A series of previous air battles proved that the combined combat power of the winged musketeers was far superior to that of the elven air force, whether it was heavy or light air knights, even the Chimera, which was known as a national treasure in the elven air force, no matter how much it competed with the orc air force, the Northern Elven Court raised a total of five heads of this behemoth, three of which were dispatched by the Northern Expeditionary Army, one of which was killed in the battle with the Wingman Air Force, and the other two were buried in the terrible forest fire before they even took off.

Zhang Quan's fire-breathing plane hovered and flew over the elves unscrupulously, igniting the grenade trees, Jintang fruit trees and Fanghua coconut trees below, turning them into torches burning all over the body, and the elves in the camp were frightened like headless flies, running around to avoid them, for fear that they would also be burned to death by the fire that fell from the sky.

The High Priest and the Queen and the others watched the orc air force show off their might, but there was nothing they could do. But fortunately, the Winged Air Force did not mean to kill them all, only earned a few laps, burned the weapons of war and fruit trees, and did not do anything more, and withdrew with a whistle, leaving only the hysterical cries of the overly frightened elves in the battalion, after this battle, I am afraid that I don't know how many elves will have a psychological breakdown.

After a long time, some elves were organized to find a way to cut off the fire outside the camp to save themselves, in the grassland, such a fire must not be allowed to burn, otherwise, it is possible to set the entire grassland on fire.

While extinguishing the fire, the elves looked at the elven fruit trees that were almost burned to the ground and sighed, now, there is nothing to eat, what to do tomorrow, the elven soldiers have never experienced such a desperate situation in their lives.

Next, in the process of building a bridge and crossing the river under the protection of the Winged Man Air Force, no elves even came out to find a way to stop it, and after a day and a night, the orcs built a simple pontoon bridge on the basis of the original elven rattan bridge, and Zhang Quan led a part of the elite troops to successfully reach the opposite bank in advance.

Faced with the orcs crossing the river, the elves did not react. Right next to them, there was a group of elite Leopard Commandos staring at their flaws. They had lost almost all of their ability to fight the orcs head-on, and they didn't dare to leave the camp at this time.

The elves were trapped in the camp, starved of food, and in danger of being besieged and slaughtered by the orcs at any time. Misery and despair spread like a plague that devoured people's hearts at this time, and quickly spread among the remaining elves in the camp. Without food and without a fight, the remaining elves in the camp were like fools every day, just sitting there waiting for the final death to come.

But in the next few days, the orcs surprisingly did not have the slightest intention of attacking the elven camp, they just crossed the river step by step, and then camped and besieged in a regular manner, as more and more orcs crossed the river, the size of the barracks became larger and larger. It was like a river flowing into the sea, and after three days, around the elven camp, this kind of encirclement had reached the point where it was impassable, and a huge pressure enveloped the sky above the elven camp.

The more there is no attack, the more besieged, the greater the psychological pressure on the elves!

When will these desperate days come to an end!

At this point, the elves could no longer figure out what the commander of the orcs meant.

Is it a massacre, or is it a plan to capture all of them as slaves?

The queen and the elders in the elven camp were trapped in the city all day, and they couldn't come up with an idea.

They can only hope that the orcs will attack later, and then attack later, perhaps until their incessant prayers day and night take effect, and the Mother Goddess will be angry and intervene in this war; Even if it is only the only hope, it has become the last straw at this time.

But the high-ranking ones can survive, but the elves below really can't survive.

It wasn't until the fifth day that the elves in the camp got word from the orcs, and an orc messenger with a white flag walked to the main gate of the elf camp and demanded that the elves surrender.

The news came so timely that many of the elves in the camp who had broken their will and wanted to commit suicide burst into tears, and seeing the hope of survival, a large group of elves immediately gathered around the High Priest and Her Majesty.

"High Priest, Her Majesty! Please, even if it is for the sake of the lives of the last remaining 10,000 elves, please go and negotiate! The orcs just want to surrender, they don't want to kill us all, they don't even attack, this is our last ray of hope! ”

As soon as they heard that the orcs were going to surrender, the last string in the elves' minds was also broken, and almost all the elven high-level leaders thought that they should seize this last hope, and everyone came to persuade the two to agree to this surrender immediately. At the very least, try to negotiate and get a good deal.

The High Priest's heart was heavy, and she was tempted to agree, and she, as the highest spokesperson of the gods in this place, was unwilling to be the first to show this inclination—that the minister of God would never bow his noble head to the worldly powers! She turned her gaze to Queen Burrenshire, who looked out of the tent with tears in her eyes.

"Your Majesty! Just say yes! Look at the elves below, there are even elves who have committed suicide by disobeying the oracle! What a tragic thing! If you insist on not surrendering, everyone will eventually die! ”

An elder urged with tears in his eyes.

The others also looked at Her Majesty with blank eyes, some pleading, some compassionate, and some simply viciously hostile.

Brenhill looked at these familiar and unfamiliar eyes, and she was not sure if she would be bound by these elves if she didn't agree. Even the elves will be pressed. In the event of a desperate crisis, any intelligent creature will instinctively find a way out for itself, even if it is a bigger trap!

Looking at all these elven elders in the camp who looked at her with complicated eyes, Brenhill finally had to slowly nod his head.

February 1, 2017 in the spring of the Earth calendar, the third day of the last quarter of the haze month of the elven calendar. The Elven Queen led all the elves out of the camp and surrendered to the orcs, which undoubtedly represented the official end of the Northern Expedition initiated by the Northern Elf Court of the Elven Forest.

The war was unexpected, and it came and ended with great speed, but it ended with a complete victory for the orcs and the capture of all the high-ranking elves, including all the queens and high priests.