Necromancer, summoning 055? What the heck?

Chapter 250 A fit of rage for a beauty, silver moon and lightning strike the white stone.

The idea that Chen Mo demanded the Xiyue Federation dismantle Xiasha Port seems like an absurd joke, but it's actually not.

It is highly illogical that a high-ranking swordsman like Liu Shuang could take the head of an enemy general amidst a vast army and remain calm even after days of riding on horseback. Yet, he was terribly seasick while traveling by boat.

The professionals on the Starry Continent should theoretically have a much better ability to control their balance than the strongest pilots and astronauts on Earth, so they shouldn't experience motion sickness.

What's worse, not only the boat ride, but also the place itself, and even the name of Xiasha Port, caused Liushuang intense physical and psychological discomfort.

The experts on Blue Star have put a lot of effort into this matter. Although they cannot conduct physical examinations, they have collected over a dozen boxes of various instrument tests, observation records, and analysis reports. The consensus is that the psychological causes of this condition far outweigh the physiological causes.

Next, several top psychology experts from Xia Kingdom began further analysis.

The final conclusion involved a large amount of professional academic theory. In other words, which Chen Mo could understand, the expert group believed that, deep in Princess Liushuang's subconscious, "Xiasha Port" was the starting point of her life's rapid decline and descent into a nightmare abyss.

In her previous life, although she was not particularly favored, she was, after all, the daughter of an earl, and at least she had no worries about food and clothing and lived a peaceful life. Especially after the elves invested in her, the young girl's life could be described as one of wealth and luxury.

However, all the good things came to an end with the orc ambush at Longwind Hills.

From that moment on, Liu Shuang's plans were disrupted, forcing her to hastily return north. Then came the disintegration of the team, the deaths of three close relatives who were like elders to her, Pei Wen, Linda, and Locke, followed by the death of her father, the betrayal of her brother, the fall of her country, and the destruction of her family...

A series of heavy blows, enough to crush anyone, struck the shoulders of this young girl whose mind was not yet strong and mature enough at the time, in a very short period of time.

For Liu Shuang at that time, it was indeed a "nightmare" experience.

In this nightmare, several key elements or terms—"green pine", "orcs", and "Xiasha Port", the symbolic place where all the tragedies began—became the "triggers" that could trigger her psychological stress response.

The interpretation report issued by Dongxia's hometown also specifically pointed out that Liushuang, this little girl, is not someone who is good at complex inner construction and self-consolation. She trusts and is more accustomed to the sword in her hand.

That is, to use absolute power to crush and crush those things that bring her pain and obstacles!

She had already broken through the psychological barrier of Green Pine by fighting her way in and out of Emerald seven times, earning the title of "Cloud Mist Holy Lance".

Orcs, the ground beneath Skyfrost City is littered with corpses, and the Vast Ocean Territory is filled with orc slaves. It's really hard to say who is whose shadow now.

Only Xiasha Port, the source of her nightmares that she "never saw in person" but which was deeply buried in her subconscious, has never been dealt with or cleared away.

Of course, this interpretation report contains a lot of speculation, inference, and association, but now that a direction has been found, Chen Mo began to work on solving it.

Xiasha Port must be demolished!
When Lord Chen was still in the Duchy of Silver, he arranged for a special envoy to solemnly propose to the Xiyue Federation that Xiyue dismantle and abandon Xiasha Port and erase its name from the map.

The reason is straightforward: the orcs once landed at Xiasha Port and ambushed Lord Liushuang. Lord Chen Mo, as a former subject of Yunwu, hopes that Xiyue can deal with Xiasha Port.

Of course, Chen Mo wasn't really that arrogant. In the note, Han Hailing subtly indicated that he was willing to pay a "reasonable" fee as compensation for the abandonment of Xiasha Port.

The federal officials who received the "diplomatic note" completely ignored it and casually threw it into the trash. In the eyes of the Creek Moon Federation, it was a complete joke.

What's the use of giving money? All the economic transactions through legitimate channels go to the federal government and never end up in our hands!

Therefore, this has nothing to do with how much money one has. A guy without even a title is interfering in Xiyue's internal affairs? This is not just arrogance, it's utter madness!

Receiving no response, Chen Mo then sent a second note hoping to relocate the port, and a third note hoping to at least change the name of Xiasha Port.

This time, instead of throwing it in the trash, the federal official immediately handed the note to the port authority manager of Xiasha Port.

Those who can become the rulers of a region in the Federation all come from families with profound learning and deep roots. Even the port manager who committed suicide earlier did so because of the pressure from the Emerald Duchy and the internal strife within the Stream Moon Federation. In any case, it is not up to a small pioneering lord to make irresponsible remarks.

The port authority chief in Xiasha also asked a seasoned official to draft an "extremely brilliant" reply.

This reply was extremely sarcastic. After "tactfully" rejecting all of Han Hai Ling's "suggestions," it turned the tables and used Han Hai Ling's own methods against them, "suggesting" in a seemingly "concerned" but actually malicious tone that Han Hai Ling should also be demolished immediately and rebuilt at a new site, and even suggested a name for the new city.

"The Lord of the Vast Ocean has no relatives, and the Lord of the Frost City has lost both parents. The new city can be called the Orphanage, which is truly fitting!"

This reply, full of Xi Yue's "wit," was proudly proclaimed by the port chief and became known not only within the Federation but also widely circulated in neighboring countries.

The story of the Lord of the Vast Ocean bringing shame upon himself became a laughing stock in the human territory for a time.

The elves knew some of it, more or less.

Now, Aiona has clearly told the elves that the Lord of the Vast Ocean said that in the war with the Stream Moon Federation, the Vast Ocean Territory will supply materials and allow credit.

"if……"

Aiona adjusted the collar of her hunting outfit, glanced around, and slowly revealed the condition that the elves found unbelievable.

"If my warriors can dismantle Xia Sha Port, then that lord will cover all the food, supplies, and logistical expenses for this campaign!"

How far is it from Silvermoon Forest to Xiasha Port? It's over 700 kilometers from the Eternal Garden in the inner ring, and less than 400 kilometers from the nearest forest area around the Crimson Corridor.

The entire council of elders was immediately in an uproar, with several elders hunched over the map, studying the route to raid Xiasha.

Ysera Brightwing, on the other hand, simply stated that she didn't need any specific route, just a squad of panther riders would suffice!
With the loose structure of the Creek Moon Federation, even orcs can run wild in the heart of Creek Moon. If it were my elven cavalry, they wouldn't be slower, they would be faster!

However, seeing the high spirits and fighting spirit of these "restoration" elves, Elder Eona of the Silver Moon couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

The once mighty Elf race has now fallen from being players to pawns.

Aiona vaguely saw some clues. So far, the Vast Ocean Territory has not had any direct conflict with the surrounding forces on the surface, but it has a complete plan in every direction.

With Skyfrost City serving as an outpost in the direction of the Green Pine Kingdom, and now that the fighting has begun in the south, the Elven race is leading the charge in the Stream Moon Federation.

To the north, the Vast Ocean Territory was deliberately keeping the news under wraps. However, Loma Chasing Wind, a sixth-tier elven archer, knew a lot of inside information because he had been following the guards all the way. The young lord had close ties with the bull and cat beastmen and already owned a city and a port in the White Deer Plain.

Even in the eastern sea, Chen Mo is now deeply attached to the Naga race, sharing a mutual respect. If the sea races were to go to war one day, the Naga race, with the support of that lord, would undoubtedly be one of the most likely candidates to emerge victorious. At that time, standing in the vast ocean and looking around, they would see nothing but proxies.

Having witnessed half a millennium of worldly changes, Elder Aiona had a vague feeling that the lord, and the mysterious force behind him, had goals that went far beyond simply securing a small corner of the world. However, they didn't seem to have an urgent need for territory...

Iona shook her long hair, trying to banish these chaotic speculations from her mind.

Why think so much?

Besides the elves, there are beastmen, humans who control the continent, sea creatures who control the seas, and above them, all sorts of gods. Even if an evil god were to come and destroy the world, that would be something for that big guy to consider.

What the elves want is "land under the sun"! As long as that's met, I don't care what schemes or tricks they have.

Iona adjusted her hunting gear once more, walked to the huge map hanging among the epic carvings, and began to explain her overall battle plan.

First west, then east; first the city, then the wilderness; first take the solid ground, then dismantle the sand.

The reason is simple: a fortified city represents a large area of ​​territory to be occupied, and the difficulty of attacking a city is far greater than the difficulty of raiding a port.

"Our clan must deploy the largest possible force in our first attack, taking advantage of the enemy's lax defenses to capture as many cities as possible!"

"Otherwise, once the enemy realizes the danger, the cost of attacking the city will be ten times, a hundred times!"

"Once Xi Yue's attention is completely drawn to the west, to Xia Sha Port, we can take care of it with a light cavalry force."

"Since we've decided to go to war, the sooner the better. We must immediately integrate the entire clan, familiarize them with the new weapons, and once supplies arrive in the Vast Ocean Territory, we will immediately send out troops!"

Iona raised her hands and bowed deeply to the Queen!
"Your Majesty, please remain in the Eternal Court. I will personally lead the army into battle; we will not return until victory is achieved!"

"By the Moon Goddess, the spirits are eternal; the rise and fall of our entire race depends on this!"

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Whitestone Outpost, a large, heavily guarded outpost, is like a rusty nail wedged into the border of the Creek Moon Federation.

This place serves as the border defense and guard post of the Creek Moon Federation. It was established many, many years ago to defend against the elves.

But as time passed and the population changed generation after generation, the forgetful humans vaguely believed that this land was originally their territory and that those pointy-eared creatures had been gnawing on tree bark in the dark forest since birth!
The main function of White Rock Outpost today is to screen all kinds of mercenaries who land after passing through the airship, and to check whether there are any major bandits or spies from enemy countries who could threaten the security of the Federation.

The wooden watchtower was dilapidated, with several cracks in its body, which were being barely repaired with wooden sticks. A guard wearing worn leather armor yawned widely, probably because he had stayed up too late gambling last night, and as soon as he opened his mouth, physiological tears started flowing uncontrollably.

There was no other way; that underground casino had some connection with the camp's guard captain, and if they didn't go, they would easily be targeted.

Through teary eyes, he glanced at the edge of the forest in the distance, which was faintly glowing in the morning light. Suddenly, a reflection caught the guard's eye.

The guard rubbed his eyes hard, and when he looked up again, all he could see was a silvery light.

Between White Stone Outpost and Dark Forest, a clearing of land three kilometers wide was originally cleared, but that was a long time ago, and in the years since, no one has actually cleaned it up every year according to regulations.

Various trees and shrubs of different heights gradually grew up, and the closest one was less than 500 meters from the camp.

Now, a large number of elves, clad in silver armor and riding shadow panthers, leaped out from the nearest forest like a gushing stream, spilling onto the ground like mercury.

Such a large-scale cavalry charge caused no ground tremors and was barely audible, so much so that the White Stone outpost was completely unaware of it.

Like the original dire wolf, the leopard is also a creature that is quite unsuitable for riding.

However, riding a horse was completely impossible in the dense forest. Out of necessity, the elven druids tamed and modified the forest leopard over a long period of time, using special vehicles to borrow the support of the forest leopard's chest and abdomen, finally making up for the fatal flaw that its small waist would collapse when ridden.

Once they can be ridden, the advantages of the Leopard Rider become apparent.

It is fast, can maneuver at high speed in mountainous and forested terrain, has paw pads that can mute sound, and can also attack.

Let alone human warhorses, even orcish dire wolves of the same size couldn't defeat them. After all, canines primarily attack with their teeth, while felines, in addition to sharp teeth, also have long, knife-like claws.

Now, thousands of Shadow Leopard Cavalrymen in silver helmets and armor charged out of the mountains and forests.

This is the elite Silvermoon Guard rebuilt by the Elven race.

"Enemy attack—!" A shrill cry finally shattered the tranquility of the morning, but it was already too late.

The Silvermoon Guard didn't even use magic arrows; they simply drew their bows and fired, easily crushing all resistance at the Silvermoon Outpost and instantly eliminating all the flying messengers. Without looking back, the Silvermoon Guard continued their rapid advance, heading straight for Whitestone City.

Behind them, more elven cavalry and infantry followed in an endless stream, taking control of the scene, disarming, suppressing resistance, detaining people, clearing property, and blocking traffic...

From Whitestone Outpost to Whitestone City, a distance of several dozen kilometers, the Shadow Leopard covered in just over ten minutes at full speed.

Of course, running like this would put a lot of strain on the Shadow Leopard, but it doesn't matter. Each person has a bag of Fountain of Life hanging by their side. This battle is all about being as fast as the wind.

All vehicles and horses passing by were ruthlessly eliminated, leaving no chance for anyone to issue a magical beacon warning.

When the lookouts on the Whitestone city tower spotted the elven cavalry, they tried to close the city gates, but they couldn't.

More than forty powerful elves and half-elves who had completed their first transformation had already firmly secured the key positions at the city gate. The elves' centuries-long, persistent covert investment and infiltration of manpower had finally paid off at this moment.

The Silver Moon Guard cavalry, charging forward without slowing down, surged through the wide-open gates of White Stone City like a flood bursting its banks.

The first human city to be entered by the elven army in 358 years was thus born.

(End of this chapter)