Necromancer, summoning 055? What the heck?

Chapter 264 The Heavenly Eye: Benevolence and Great Civilization
During the call, Chen Mo politely asked the Grand Elder to consider it, but what was there to consider?

No matter how tactfully Chen Mo phrased it, in Aiona's mind, this wasn't a multiple-choice question, but a yes-or-no question.

Although she verbally stated that she needed to discuss it with the Silvermoon Elders, Aiona had already made her decision.

The instant Chen Mo's young face disappeared from the screen, Iona could almost hear a soft, settled feeling deep within her heart. She took one last, reluctant look at the magical device capable of instantly connecting thousands of miles away, then turned and immediately notified all the Silver Moon Elders on the front lines to convene an emergency meeting.

Since that bloody night, the Silvermoon Elder Council has become the stronghold of the Restorationists. Except for a few elderly and prudent elders who remained in the Silvermoon Forest to guard their homeland, the rest of the elders have all gathered in the White Stone Castle, which serves as a temporary command post at the front line.

The air was thick with a mixture of vengeful desire and the anxiety of war. Everyone was itching to repay their opponents tenfold, a hundredfold, for the humiliation that had been brought back to them.

Not long ago, when the elven army was sweeping through and reclaiming lost territory, they were talking about expanding their territory and how to further expand their new borders.
When their attack was thwarted and they encountered attacks from the Xiyue Legion, their morale was severely damaged, and their slogan became "An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth."

The flames of vengeance burned in the elegant eyes of these high elves, almost scorching away their centuries of refinement.

Iona was once one of them, and many of the plans were even proposed by this elder himself, but now, the situation is different.

At the elders' meeting, Iona didn't beat around the bush and directly conveyed Chen Mo's demands—to cease all military operations against human civilians, and to dedicate resources to aiding flood victims.

As soon as she finished speaking, the council chamber erupted in a frenzy, like boiling water.

"Elder, how can we be so timid in war? The enemy can use such despicable methods, but we can't use them ourselves. What kind of logic is that?"

A young elder suddenly stood up. He was a male elf who had recently been promoted by the Grand Elder's policy. He was not even two hundred years old, and was in the prime of his life among elves.

His words resonated with many of the younger generation of elders present.

"Yes, Elder, how can we be merciful to the enemy? Isn't that... isn't that like binding our own hands and letting ourselves be slaughtered?"

Iona shook her head and said softly, "He is human!"

Another elder's tone was clearly resentful: "Elder! We elves have already given the Vast Ocean enough! The seeds of the Tree of Life, the essence of the Spirit Spring, and... and the many high elves you personally arranged to... uh, send there!"

"This is a transaction, not a handout from Lord Hanhai to the elves. Are you going to just accept it and then deny the deal?"

Iona: "He's human!"

"But aren't we elves the most friendly to the Vast Ocean? How did those humans treat Liushuang, and how did they treat him?"

No matter how the elders argued, Iona would simply nod slightly, her responses consisting of only a few words.

Only when the murmurs on the field finally subsided did she raise her eyes, which had aged noticeably over the past few days, and repeat herself slowly and deliberately: "Everyone, the Lord of the Vast Ocean is a human lord."

The elder looked around, his gaze sweeping over every face that was either excited, confused, dissatisfied, or thoughtful.

“He has always gotten along well with us elves, but that’s not because he likes elves more than other races.”

"He also favored orcs, and had many high-ranking orc and half-orc generals under his command, whose positions were above those of human officers."

“Some of you have never been to the Vast Sea, but I have been there many times. I can tell you definitively that even orc slaves and orc prisoners are well taken care of in his territory.”

"He treated goblins and ogres with kindness, and even the sea creatures, who usually did not associate with land races, became his friends."

Oona paused briefly, allowing each elf to process the meaning of her words, before continuing, "In his eyes, we elves are neither noble nor powerful, no different from goblins, mermen, or centaurs!"

"Now, this lord, whose strength is difficult to assess and who has indeed helped us a great deal, has made a clear demand: that we not take action against human civilians. Are you sure you want to continue?"

At this moment, an elder in charge of logistics and strategic planning stood up. "Alright, we can do everything they ask, but if we don't open a breach downstream, the water level won't drop. What will happen to Qingze City then?"

"If the flood is not resolved, Qingze City will be an isolated city besieged by the enemy, where tens of thousands of our brave soldiers still reside!"

Iona cleared her throat: "That's another issue! I think that lord might have a solution, but we need to make our stance clear first."

This answer is clearly unsatisfactory.

“Aiona!” A voice filled with obvious anger rang out; the speaker was an old elf with white hair and beard.

This is one of the most senior neutral elders in the Silvermoon Elder Council. Because he had not explicitly opposed Iona's management before, he was not purged. However, when Iona went out to fight, she brought all of them with her.

“Iona, you keep saying that we need to discuss this, but I think you’ve already made up your mind! Since you’ve already made your decision, why are you making such a big deal out of calling us to discuss it? Why don’t you just issue the order to execute it using your authority?”

Iona nodded.

“You are right, Elder Lannister, I have indeed made a decision. This gathering is less of a ‘discussion’ and more of a reminder.”

"At this critical moment, don't cause me any trouble! Absolutely do not go against my wishes during the disaster relief efforts!"

"Otherwise, you won't even have the chance to be sent to the Vast Ocean as part of the Atonement Army!"

A cold breeze swept through the hall, temporarily freezing all discontent and commotion. At this moment, Iona's will, with unstoppable force, became the collective will of the Silver Moon Elves.

Later that day, upon receiving the reply, Chen Mo immediately instructed the mushroom representative to fully coordinate with the elves and establish a field airfield.

After the airport was urgently reopened, the first thing they did was use the Nine Heavens Six UAVs to replenish the Elf's supply of composite bows and arrows. Then, the Vast Ocean Territory provided the Elf with the most important support.

Battlefield intelligence support!

Inside the core command room of White Stone Castle, a huge folding screen was unfolded.

Elder Aiona, Silvermoon Legion Commander Safina, and Elven Guard Captain Olivia, the three highest military commanders of the Elven race, stared blankly, almost in a daze, as Major Fungus stood in front of the screen, giving an explanation in a bland tone.

"Here, right here, we can see quite clearly that Xiyue actually dispatched three legions. In addition to the 'North Wind' legion and the 'Iron Wall' legion that have already appeared, there is another force group that looks to be very large."

"Unfortunately, we lack sufficient understanding of the Xiyue military system, so we do not know the specific details of the troops."

"However, we can take a look at its flag."

As the mushroom manipulated the scene, the field of vision was gradually magnified and the camera was rapidly zoomed in. Although it was still a little blurry, the basic pattern of the flag was already recognizable and was displayed in front of the elf.

"Azure Wolves! It's Xiyue's Azure Wolf Legion."

Silvermoon Legion Commander Safina immediately called out. As the second most senior elven general after Aiona, Safina had always been in charge of reconnaissance and infiltration of neighboring countries, so she recognized the flag at a glance. After carefully examining the troop positions and movement trajectories on the screen, a chill ran down Safina's spine.

"Look in this direction, if our main force fails to evacuate from the flood, the 'Blue Wolf' Legion will head straight for White Stone City!"

"They're trying to completely cut us off within Xiyue territory. What an enormous appetite they have!"

At this moment, Iona's shock was completely different from Safina's; she keenly realized a problem.

"So...does this mean that every move we make on the entire battlefield is under your surveillance?"

“Of course not!” Junzi answered without hesitation: “Elder, you are overthinking it! Such a large-scale, high-precision real-time battlefield reconnaissance consumes far more resources than you can imagine.”

"This is just like the True Sight used by a high-level mage, which requires a huge amount of resources and mana. Lord, you agreed to help the disaster victims, so you paid a huge price to temporarily open up the battlefield for the elves."

"I hope the elves can understand my lord's good intentions."

Iona nodded mechanically, quickly making notes on her map.

Junzi switched the camera, "These pictures show that there are obvious signs of flooding outside Qingze City. Although this has hindered our breakout, it has also made it extremely difficult for the Xiyue 'Iron Wall' Legion to build siege fortifications and move troops. The battle is currently in a stalemate. In the short term, the defenders are safe and sound, relying on the city's defenses."

"Finally, the Eastern Front!"

"The Elven Fourth Legion is advancing south along the Oak River, a tributary of the northern foothills, feigning an advance towards Jianshui City. The assault is already halfway complete and is expected to arrive at Xiasha Port in four days."

Major Junzi casually drew a few red lines on the electronic screen: "Xi Yue has mobilized multiple troops to catch up. Objectively speaking, the deception tactics deployed by the noble commander are effective. The defenses in the Xia Sha Port direction are currently extremely weak. The probability of the Fourth Army Corps successfully arriving and carrying out its sabotage mission is very high."

"However, it should be noted that after successfully destroying Xiasha Port and completing the tactical objective, the enemy will almost certainly block the retreat route of this unit. It will be very difficult for them to return by the original route."

The elf's face looked somewhat somber.

This is one of the consequences of the restrictions on tactics.

If the original plan had been followed, without the constraints of military discipline or the need to sheath swords, it would have been much more difficult for the enemy to capture the Elf Fourth Legion.

If things had gone according to plan, a single elf squad could have fought their way through an entire route. There were no witnesses, and nobody knew how many elf troops were on that route.

The inability to kill means that there are witnesses everywhere in enemy territory, making it impossible for the troops to conceal their movements.

A few days after setting off, this elite elven force of just over eight thousand men had to frequently make large-scale, long-distance maneuvers and changes of direction in order to shake off the enemy forces that had caught wind of their presence.

Currently, all escape routes to the north and west are almost completely blocked.

Without pausing, the mushroom continued to tap at the location of Xiasha Port.

"Given this situation, Your Lordship has made advance arrangements, arranging for a fleet to sail south, slowly maneuvering on the waters around Red Tide Bay. Once a fire breaks out at Xiasha Port, the Han Hai fleet will enter Xiasha Wharf within two hours to pick up your troops and get them aboard. We will be responsible for safely escorting them back to the appropriate landing area you have designated."

The three high-ranking elven generals exchanged glances, their joy mixed with a chilling feeling that ran down their spines.

This fleet couldn't have just headed south. Judging by the distance by sea, the fleet from the Vast Ocean had already set off before the elves even left the forest.

It's awful to feel like everything about yourself is under someone else's control, even their predictions, while you're completely unaware of their actions.

After a pause, Iona finally spoke up and asked, "Major Junzi, if... if I hadn't agreed to Lord Chen Mo's request back then, if the Fourth Legion hadn't 'sealed its blades'... then, would this fleet still exist outside Red Tide Bay?"

Major Jun shook his head decisively: "I'm sorry, Elder. I'm only responsible for relaying information and coordinating operations. I'm not aware of the Lord's strategic plans!"

In any case, with the phased battlefield intelligence support from the Vast Ocean, the Elf leadership demonstrated extremely high efficiency in order to improve the overall battle situation and avoid that vague sense of unease.

They temporarily abandoned their offensive on the battlefield and instead "recruited" a large number of human servants and able-bodied men who had surrendered or been captured from Whitestone City and the surrounding controlled towns. These men formed temporary relief teams and, under the limited guidance of elves and druids, devoted themselves to the rescue and resettlement of the disaster victims.

In return for the Elven race's "active cooperation," the unmanned transport aircraft of the Vast Ocean Territory began to take off and land at that rudimentary field airfield more frequently, continuously delivering new composite bows, arrows, military rations, and basic medicines, while also transporting large quantities of various civilian supplies.

There are also a large number of documents.

If the resources, technology, and amazing products had already amazed the elves, then these materials, translated into both Elven and Stream Moon languages, completely stunned them into silence.

"Guidelines for Relief from Major Natural Disasters", "Guidelines for Search and Rescue and Evacuation of People in Flood-Stricken Areas", "Emergency Purification and Alternative Solutions for Drinking Water Sources"...

"Standardized Procedures for Receiving and Registering Large-Scale Disaster Victims", "Regulations on the Site Selection, Layout and Management of Temporary Settlement Sites", "Detailed Rules for Receiving, Storage and Distribution of Disaster Relief Supplies"...

"Handbook on Basic Nutritional Security and Emergency Ration Distribution for Disaster Victims", "Emergency Response Plan for Wintering and Cold Protection in Disaster Areas", "Emotional Management and Psychological Counseling for Disaster Victims"...

"Post-Flood Epidemic Prevention and Control Plan", "Post-Disaster Environmental Sanitation and Waste Disposal Requirements", "Operating Procedures for Harmless Disposal of Corpses"...

Upon seeing the first document, the elves expressed their approval. They found the second document somewhat cumbersome, and the third document perhaps too detailed.

But when all the files were sent over, all that was left was relief!
The night she received these materials, Iona gathered most of the elders and they read through the books all night long.

Vibrant vines, adorned with glowing fluorite, climbed all over the walls of the room. Piles of magic stone tablets for recording images were brought in, recording the contents bit by bit, to be used as legacy data for the future elven race.

To the pragmatic elves, these things are far more valuable than epics that describe the greatness of elves from beginning to end.

These manuals demonstrate not only respect for life, but also a strong ability to put that respect into practice, including strong organizational skills, resource allocation capabilities, and overall planning.

As the sky turned white, the first rays of dawn shone through the window lattice, illuminating the weary faces of the immortals.

Iona slowly leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes.

Finally, the High Elf Elder, who ruled the Silvermoon Forest and witnessed countless changes over the years, spoke in a tone that was a mixture of sighs, frustration, and a certain enlightenment, with a sense of dejection.

"This is a great civilization!"

"By the Mother Goddess of Nature!"

"The elves' millennia-long history seems to amount to nothing in comparison to them!"

(End of this chapter)