Your war hammer is too fake

Note 2: The main purpose of the tamer's spear is not for combat, but to kill the elephant in case the elephant gets out of control.

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Chapter 398: Seconds (Part 2)

What if you encounter an unexpected enemy in a place that is quite unfavorable to you?

Jawaharlal's response was to stay where he was and do nothing.

Long before the battle began, or more precisely, when she got the news that the Spire City had sent troops, Xiao Yiyue had already been looking for the most suitable battlefield. She would never let these Warhammer Asans enter the land under her rule. The latter's destructive power was not much worse than that of the greenskins, and even a passing lizard could not hope to keep its chastity. Therefore, intercepting the enemy outside her sphere of influence was the only option.

However, due to the limited logistical support capabilities, it is also not feasible to leave their own territory too far, after all, the difficulty in supply is two-way. Although An's Zhendan has transport boats to transport supplies, on the one hand, the cost of air transportation is not cheap, and on the other hand, the mobile forces of Sanhe Prefecture and Chengze Prefecture have been emptied, so Xiao Yiyue is hard to rest assured.

An Jiyue and Xiao Yiyue both tend to be more cautious in their command styles, the difference being that An Jiyue occasionally makes extremely radical moves in certain situations, while Xiao Yiyue does not. The governor of the Shuofang Army would never take risks unless it was absolutely necessary, and she believed that in the absence of An Jiyue, she must retain enough air transport capacity to deal with possible emergencies.

Anyway, the staff of the Shuofang Army rode on mechanical birds, escorted by Yingyangwei and Lei Zhenzi, and traveled around, surveying the terrain and drawing maps. They quickly selected several suitable locations according to the requirements of their own Jiedushi, and all of these locations had the following characteristics: there was a water source nearby that was sufficient to supply the army; it was possible for an army carrying heavy equipment to pass; the terrain was relatively flat and lacked cover, allowing the artillery to fully exert its firepower.

The first and second features are to ensure that the enemy will definitely pass through here. When the living army is on the march, it must make the replenishment of fresh water a top priority. Small reconnaissance teams can obtain drinking water from springs, dew, and even some special methods, but the army can only rely on natural water bodies such as rivers and lakes, not to mention that the Indian army also has a large number of horses, war elephants and other livestock. People can endure thirst, but delicate war horses cannot.

The third feature is to give full play to the biggest advantage of the An's Aurora Army over the Indians, that is, the overwhelming artillery firepower. The Indians are not bumpkins who have never seen the world. They also use firearms in combat. The army of the Spire City has a full-fledged musketeer team and light cannons carried by war elephants. However, compared with the Empire, the Dwarves and other forces, the Indians are relatively less concerned about firearms. They have almost no large-caliber artillery, and the quality of their artillery is also mixed.

Whenever they fought face to face, Xiao Yiyue could use his own artillery advantage to force the Indians to actively attack their own positions under the artillery fire.

Based on the military principle of strategically despising the enemy and tactically respecting the enemy, Xiao Yiyue still tried her best to think positively of her opponent, even though she looked down on Ah San from the bottom of her heart. In her mind, no matter how outrageous Ah San was, he would not be unaware of his own disadvantage in artillery power. After all, the other Aurora was also good at using artillery, and the Spire City should be the Indian city-state that was most familiar with Aurora... right?

The army does not march together and move forward. Under normal circumstances, an army will inevitably send out a group of vanguards when marching, both to explore the way for the army and to intercept any possible enemy harassment troops, so that the main force can be kept in the best possible condition before going into battle. Xiao Yiyue, who was lenient with the enemy, thought that even if the enemy's vanguard could not beat the vanguard she sent out, it would at least be no problem to delay for a while and send intelligence back to the main force, right?

Then... well, the Jiedushi and King Changqing discovered that the Indians on the opposite side didn't have any vanguard troops at all.

The army of Spire City did send out cavalry, as well as some strange creatures with wings on their backs to scout ahead for the army, but the Zhendan scouts did not find any vanguard troops at all, and the enemy just gathered together and slowly moved forward - Xiao Yiyue and Morgan had no idea what was going on, but this did not stop the Jiedushi from immediately ordering the entire army to charge forward!

The first to come into contact with the enemy's main force was the vanguard sent by Xiao Yiyue, a mixed infantry and cavalry force of about 3,000 people, reinforced by some Lei Zhenzi and monkey soldiers. The governor was worried that the enemy might choose to cut off their own forces and entangle their vanguards while the main force took the opportunity to retreat, but this did not happen at all. The enemy neither fought nor retreated, but just stayed where they were under the gaze of the vanguards, motionless.

"Even if they are Indians, they are still Indians from the Warhammer world. Isn't this a bit too exaggerated?" After listening to the report from the vanguard, Morgan said in confusion: "Why do I feel that the other side is like..."

"It's like an amateur who doesn't know how to fight a war is giving orders blindly?" Xiao Yiyue took over the conversation: "Well, it's actually normal. According to the report of the Royal Guards, Jawaharlal is indeed quite weak in military affairs. The reason why he can rule the Minaret City firmly is all due to his family background, political tactics, and a face thicker than the walls of Weijing."

"Can't he find a reliable general to take his place?" Morgan said, "I remember the dog group leader said that the future empress Katalina often appointed generals she trusted to command the army, and she herself rarely appeared on the battlefield."

"We can't help it. His only son, his heir, is gone. The army facing us is already more than half of the assets of Spire City. No matter who is in charge, there is a risk of rebellion. Only Jawaharlal can do it himself," the governor spread his hands. "Any problem will become the most absurd once it is politicized."

"Hmm... it seems that Katarin didn't have an heir until ET died in battle. What does she say?" asked the Evergreen King.

"Katalin is the most powerful ice witch in existence, the kind that is intermittently strong. In the original history, Ironhide once invaded Kislev, but was forced back by an obviously man-made blizzard before even seeing a few Kislevites," the governor replied, "With this kind of power and her young age, she is enough to suppress the ambitions of her subordinates even if she has no heir."

"That makes sense." King Changqing nodded.

Two hours later, the main force of the Aurora Army arrived at the battlefield. This was one of the several battlefields Xiao Yiyue had identified in advance, and it fully met the three requirements she had set. The vanguard troops that had been sent out before returned to the main force. They did not rush to attack the enemy, but chose to wander around the enemy's camp, both to monitor and to contain them.

The 10,000 Shuofang troops plus the 20,000 Anxi troops commanded by Yin Siran were deployed on the spot under the unified command of Xiao Yiyue. Seeing this, the Indians looked at it dryly for nearly half an hour, and then the main gate of the camp was opened. Teams of Indian soldiers and some obviously non-human races came out and began to form a battle array about one kilometer away from the Zhendan people.

After the Aurora army had finished arranging their formation, they waited for a long time before the Indians could barely form a crooked formation. Xiao Yiyue did not take advantage of the opportunity when the enemy had not yet completed their formation to attack. This was not because she was suddenly possessed by Duke Xiang of Song, but because she was waiting for the flying fleet to arrive: because she did not expect the enemy to choose to stay where they were, the land aviation deployed in Chengze Prefecture was previously sent by Xiao Yiyue to the south to attack the Indians.

After confirming through the mental network that the flying fleet was in place, Xiao Yiyue ordered the artillery to open fire, and the volleys of ten artillery companies kicked off the battle. Not surprisingly, the huge gap in artillery firepower forced the Indians to bite the bullet and charge, closing the distance with the steadily advancing Aurora army.

Amid the rumbling of cannons, the infantry of both sides entered the range of muskets and bows. Lead bullets and arrows began to fly, and the brilliance of magic flickered in the forest of steel. Suddenly, amid the shrill roar of steam engines, a squadron of grasshopper gunboats appeared at the edge of the battlefield. They cut into the killing field with rising gunpowder smoke from the side, and the double-opening bomb bay doors on the belly of the boat slowly opened.

The grasshoppers did not bomb the enemy who was firing at their own infantry, but rushed straight to the enemy's rear. Almost all the enemy units that could fly rushed over, but were tightly entangled by Ying Yangwei and Lei Zhenzi. When the first aerial bomb fell to the ground, the rear of the Indian army was submerged in gunpowder in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, the Aurora infantry on the front line launched a simultaneous charge. The Indian army, whose morale had been shaken by the incident in the rear, began an unstoppable total collapse.

There was no back-and-forth confrontation at all, and Xiao Yiyue won the victory in a neat and tidy manner.

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Chapter 399 Token

Zhendan Dynasty, Weijing, the ancestral home of the Bing family.

"Hey, Jin Xiaohua, Yin Xiaocao, did you miss me while I was away~" Walking into the guest room that the Bing family had reserved for her, An Jiyue quickly approached the two cats lazily lying together, and her white and soft hands rubbed the cats, which felt very good to the touch: "Look what I brought you~"

Jin Xiaohua, who was shaking her head impatiently and waving her front paws to slap the girl's hand away, hesitated for a moment, then pounced out with a "meow!", pressed the cat can with shining eyes, and scratched the can with her claws.

"But because Jin Xiaohua is naughty again, you can only watch Yin Xiaocao eat today," An Jiyue smiled and grabbed Jin Xiaohua's neck. She took her aside as the golden cat looked in disbelief. Then she pushed the can of cat food in front of Yin Xiaocao and used telekinesis to pull off the lid of the can. "Eat it. This is a reward for good children~"

Under Jin Xiaohua's eager gaze, Yin Xiaocao first rubbed An Jiyue's calf with her body, then put her head in front of the opened can and ate it in small bites. The girl watched the silver cat eating with satisfaction, then she turned and walked out of the room, not forgetting to close the door as she walked out of the room.

The two cats pricked up their ears at the same time. When the Jiedushi's footsteps completely disappeared, Yin Xiaocao raised his head and gently pushed the remaining half of the cat can to Jin Xiaohua with his left front paw. "Meow!" Jin Xiaohua quickly buried her head in the small can and devoured it. Yin Xiaocao lay down on the side and looked at Jin Xiaohua lovingly while she was concentrating on eating.

The 80-gram can of cat food was soon empty. Jin Xiaohua, who had licked every drop of liquid clean, sniffed the empty can with great interest, looking around with his furry head, trying to find the nonexistent second can. Seeing this, Yin Xiaocao stood up from the stone floor, and then, while Jin Xiaohua looked a little confused, he stretched out his tongue and carefully licked the golden cat's shiny whiskers.

The golden cat was stunned at first, then huddled up shyly. Ignoring Jin Xiaohua's half-hearted resistance, Yin Xiaocao carefully licked every whisker of the golden cat, and then slowly moved his mouth closer to the male cat's mouth...

The golden cat shot out like an arrow, leaving only a trace of its afterimage. "Meow~" the silver cat made a sound like a chuckle, and she lay down lazily again, looking at the golden cat with its back pressed against the door with a half-smile.

On the other side, An Jiyue, who had no idea what her two pets were doing, led Jin Zhifan to her favorite attic. The governor climbed up the stairs, followed by the deputy commander. On the top floor of the attic, the girl saw that the recliner she had used was still in its original position, and from the luster, it was obvious that someone had wiped it regularly.

She turned her head and looked at her maid. Without saying a word, the latter took a step back and disappeared into the shadows. Feeling the lingering chill in the air, An Jiyue lay down on a recliner covered with a whole bear skin and connected her mind to the chat group.

[Group leader #Anjiyue: So, your plan to test the new equipment failed? ]

[Morgan Ringo: There is nothing we can do. These Indians collapsed too quickly... I saw that they behaved well when dealing with various monster attacks along the way, so I thought they should be at least as good as the Tyrells.]

[Admin #Xiao Yiyue: I think these Warhammer Asans do have a military level similar to that of the Tyrells. The reason why this battle turned out this way is largely due to the fault of Jawaharlal, the pig boss.]

[Group leader #Anjiyue: Has Jawaharlal been caught? Or is he dead? ]

[Administrator #Xiao Yiyue: He escaped. I don't know how he escaped. But most of his troops were left behind. According to my statistics, more than 10,000 were killed in this battle, and the rest were basically taken as prisoners.]

[Group leader #An Jiyue: What do you think? I mean, don't you think the land in Chengze Prefecture is too barren? Even if the corruption can be purified, it's really not a good place for farming, and no particularly valuable mineral deposits have been found so far. After this battle, the army of Minaret City has been crippled. ]

[Admin#Xiao Yiyue: Do you want me to take over the Spire City and incorporate it into our territory? ]

[Group leader #An Jiyue: Where else can you expand? To the west of your home is the Land of Darkness, and to the north is the Mountains of Sorrow. What else can you do if you don't expand to the east? We all know how rich the Asan family is. As Asan is currently in a civil war, no one can interfere with your actions. Of course, there are limits to expansion. At this stage, it is enough to capture the Spire City. ]

[Admin #Xiao Yiyue: If you put it that way, I have an idea. Do you think we should support Baladivar? Although the enemy of my enemy may not be my friend, if the anti-Baladivar coalition wins, the high elves, as their most important ally, will inevitably gain a huge influence in the Indian subcontinent, which is not in our interests. ]

"See" this sentence, An Jiyue frowned slightly.

[Group leader #Anjiyue: Is the battle in India still at a stalemate? ]

[Administrator #XiaoYiyue: At least for now, neither side can achieve a decisive breakthrough. ]

[Group leader #An Jiyue: That means the rumor is very likely true. A considerable portion of the Caledonian expeditionary force was not deployed to the Indy battlefield. No matter what the reason for this phenomenon is, once those dragon lovers solve the problem, the deadlock will collapse in an instant. Baladivar's army will definitely not be able to stop more than a dozen dragons. ]

[Group leader #An Jiyue: Then... well, I remember the Jinyiwei post mentioned that Baladivar has a dark elf ally named Faenza Scarlet Rose? Does this person have more detailed information? ]

[Administrator #Xiao Yiyue: We only know that this man is a Dread Lord, but he does not belong to any Duruzi city. He stays on a black ark called "Magic Banquet" all year round, and travels around the world with his men. ]

【Group leader #An Jiyue: Yes. This is a huge variable. Unfortunately, we know too little about this force. We cannot be sure whether this is a person who appeared because of the butterfly effect, or whether this is a "colleague", or even... In any case, we cannot pin our hopes on uncontrollable variables. As usual, you have the right to decide all our actions and decisions in the Indian subcontinent. Baladiwa is a tyrant, but what does that have to do with us? 】

[Group leader #安朁月: Just do it, Ayue. Let me know if you need any support. ]

【Administrator#Xiao Yiyue: Yes. 】

After disconnecting from the chat group, An Jiyue stretched. She would not stay in Weijing for too long. Bing Ruomei had been confirmed as the plenipotentiary representative of the Heavenly Court to NATO. Of course, on the surface, she was just a liaison. The Jiedushi's several goals in coming to Zhendan had been achieved. After Bing Ruomei completed the handover procedures, the Bing family lady would bring a special team and go to the old world with An Jiyue. This time, An Jiyue came here specifically to pick someone up.

Although she knew the origins of the two cats, An Jiyue was not stupid enough to expose them. Instead, she treated Jin Xiaohua and Yin Xiaocao as real cats that were at most a little too smart. For this reason, when she set out to deal with Xinwu's affairs, she specially fostered the two cats in the Bing family.

Thinking of this, An Jiyue took off a small bag from the belt around her waist and opened it to pour out two small objects: a golden jade pendant carved in the shape of the sun, and a silver jade pendant carved in the shape of the moon. This was given to An Jiyue by Guiyin, who had transformed into an old woman, when she left Shangyang. According to Guiyin, seeing this token is like the two saints coming in person.

With the two bronze badges given by Sigma and Yurik, An Jiyue now has four tokens of gods or god-level beings... No, the girl suddenly realized that it was actually five, and there was also the eternal armor given by Granni. That thing was basically equivalent to Granni's token, although she rarely wore that set of armor.

"What is this, a Warhammer Pokémon?" the girl couldn't help but complain.

Chapter 400: The Prelude to a Bloody Battle (Part 1)

Western Badlands, somewhere in the northern section of the Dragonspine Mountains.

At daybreak, Gustav Winkler opened his eyes, revealing a pair of bloodshot eyes. The middle-aged man lay in his sleeping bag for a few minutes with his eyes wide open. After making sufficient mental preparations, he used his will to force his body to leave the warm sleeping bag, poured some clean water from the water bag and wiped his face.

As the former explorer put down the soaked towel, a timid voice sounded outside the tent: "(Breton) Are you awake, Monsieur Gustave? Master Roderick hopes to have breakfast with you."

Damn, it's on time, Gustav thought to himself. Although his experience of exploring and searching for treasures around the world when he was young did not bring him much wealth, it successfully made him develop an extremely irregular work and rest habit. Before meeting this group of Bretonnians, Gustav had not eaten on time for a long time.

"(Breton) Tell the lord I'll be there soon," he replied as he put on his gear. He first put on an Imperial-style breastplate over his torso, followed by custom-made shoulder armor, knee pads, and hard leather gloves. The former explorer had a one-handed sword on his left waist, three loaded wheelbarrows on a belt across his chest, and a cylindrical star iron container on his right waist, which contained a small tubular glass bottle and a cushion to hold the bottle.

Finally, Gustav put the boat-shaped helmet on his head, opened the curtain of the tent and strode out. The former explorer glanced in a certain direction and saw, not surprisingly, a figure who had gone and returned. Under his gaze, a Bretonnian man with a thin face, messy hair, and a third of his yellow teeth missing came over and bowed to him: "Please follow me, sir. Don't keep the master waiting."

When Gustav followed the old farmer to the huge tent decorated with silk flags, the knights of the Bretonnian expeditionary army were already drinking enthusiastically. Most of the knights glanced at the former explorer. They didn't care about Gustav's arrival, let alone salute him. Only Sir Roderick, the founder and commander of the Bretonnian expeditionary army, a Holy Grail Knight, who was sitting at the head with only black bread and water on the table in front of him, stood up.

"(In Rickspell) Welcome, my friend," the Holy Grail Knight left his exclusive seat and took the initiative to greet him, "Give Mr. Gustav a glass of good wine, he really needs it right now."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Holy Grail Knight's squire presented an ivory wine cup filled with fine wine from the Principality of Bordello. "Thank you," the former explorer took the wine cup and accepted the other party's hospitality. "I didn't expect that I could drink such authentic Bretonnian wine so far away from Bretonnia."

"Some treasures are worth carrying with you, even on the most arduous expeditions," Ser Rodrik said, returning to his seat. "You will have better wine at the feast when we recover the relic."

The Holy Grail Knight was clearly confident that he could achieve his goal. Gustav didn't know where this confidence came from, and in fact, he didn't want to know. The former explorer was led to his seat, a less conspicuous position in the tent. An old farmer skillfully brought grilled beef brisket, fried pork sausage, thinly sliced ​​soft cheese, vegetable soup, and wine to go with the meal. Considering where he was at the moment, such a breakfast was a luxury.

Gustav raised his right hand and grabbed the freshly baked white bread, then picked up the entire plate and passed it behind him. The old farmer who served him the food quickly bent over to take it, grabbed the hot bread and stuffed it into his mouth - according to Bretonnian customs, the bread on the nobles' table was closer to decoration, and only lower-level nobles and poor lords would eat it. The rich lords only ate meat, fruits and some vegetables, and they would give bread to poor citizens, and this action was considered a charitable act.

As a pure-blooded Marienburger, the former explorer sneered at this kind of hypocritical kindness in his heart, but he would not show it. For Gustav, the encounter with this group of Bretonnians was completely unexpected, but cooperating with them was the result of careful consideration.

When contacting Sir Roderick and others, Gustav concealed his true identity and intentions, and only said that he was an explorer looking for treasure. In order to get these patients with advanced chivalry to accept his joining, Gustav took out a large sum of money, not only to help this group of knights who could do nothing but chop people, to repay the various debts they owed during the expedition, but also to purchase a large amount of supplies and hire a fleet to send the expeditionary force to the badlands.

Of course, the money was actually paid by His Excellency the Elector of Westerland. Gustav himself was a poor man, and it was impossible for him to come up with such a large sum of money. On the one hand, the former explorer was grateful for Egwene's trust in him and was willing to give him a huge sum of money that he thought was an astronomical figure; on the other hand, Gustav also felt a lot of pressure. He didn't want to think about how the Knight would deal with him if he messed up the job and so much investment went down the drain.

This huge psychological pressure is the root cause of his poor rest during this period.

What made Gustav even more annoyed was that, although these arrogant knights were able to come to the badlands thanks to his sponsorship, and were not thrown into prison for non-payment of debts, except for Sir Roderick, the other knights did not even look at him and always called him a "serf".

"…The floating city is slowing down, and our High Elf allies are certain that it will soon reach the place where it was originally built," the Holy Grail Knight said loudly, "This expedition is about to usher in the final decisive battle. Those villains who covet the treasure will never sit idly by and watch us take back the holy relics left to the Bretonnians by the 'Unifier'. They are greedy and want to seize wealth that does not belong to them, and we will never allow this to happen! For Bretonnia, for the Lady of the Lake!! "

"For Bretonnia!" All the knights stood up and roared, drawing their swords: "For the Lady of the Lake!!"

Gustav, who was cutting sausage with a knife and fork, rolled his eyes while no one was paying attention. After the hot-blooded knights sat down again, he put down his cutlery and stood up slowly: "I will not ask for what does not belong to me, but I must also reiterate the agreement we reached in Remas."

"I swear in the name of the lady that you will get your share, Mr. Gustav," Rodrik nodded. "Based on our agreement with the high elves, the high elves will get the floating city itself and the holy relics they are looking for, and the Bretonnians will get the holy relics and all other magical treasures left by Gilles. Apart from the holy relics, half of the spoils we get belong to you, and you have the right to choose first."

Someone at the table sneered in disdain, but Gustav pretended not to hear it. The former explorer patted his chest in greeting to the Holy Grail Knight, then sat back on his stool. Half of the spoils and the right to choose first? No, no, no, the greatest legacy of Fuzrek can only belong to the Elector he is loyal to! These bastards can't even get a stone!

In the most recent contact with his immediate superior, Lady Melinda, the intelligence director of the Knight Princess and the shadow wizard, Lady Melinda mentioned that the Elector's allies have entered the Badlands and they will deal with all those who are in their way. All Gustav has to do is to monitor and report the movements of the Bretonnians and the High Elves. Of course, he doesn't have to report everything. The Bretonnians didn't bring any wizards, but the leader of the High Elves is a White Tower wizard. If Gustav frequently contacts Lady Melinda, she is likely to notice the former explorer's small movements.

Thinking of this, Gustav's right hand subconsciously pressed the cylindrical container hanging on his right waist. This container was made of star iron, engraved with dwarven runes, and contained a small glass bottle about the thickness of a finger. Mrs. Melinda personally handed it to Gustav and repeatedly told him to drink the transparent liquid in the small glass bottle if he was facing a desperate situation where he was sure to die.

The intelligence chief didn't say what this thing was, and the former explorer didn't dare to ask. Based on his own experience, Gustav felt that Egwene was an extremely rare good master and would not harm him. Despite this, he still sincerely hoped that he would not need to use this thing!

Chapter 401: The Prelude to a Bloody Battle (Part 2)

After breakfast, Ser Rodrik, his squire, and Gustavus visited their High Elf allies.

Although they became allies through negotiations, the camps of the Bretonnian expeditionary force and the High Elf expeditionary force were not in the same place: the two were close to each other but not connected. The High Elves really couldn't stand the poor hygiene conditions and dirty hands of the Bretonnian farmers. These people even stole the troughs used by the High Elves to feed their war horses!

After several mysterious disappearances of troughs, the leader of the High Elf expedition, Soriak, an elven wizard from the White Tower of Hoth and advisor to the Phoenix King, politely but coldly proposed to Sir Rodrick that the two sides camp separately, which embarrassed the Holy Grail Knight.

Afterwards, the knights led their squires to conduct a comprehensive search of the old farmers' camp. Except for the troughs, all the items that did not look like they were from Bretonnia were returned to the high elves without regard for whether they were theirs. As for the old farmers who were caught red-handed, the merciful Sir Rodrick rejected his subordinates' proposal to hang them all, and only cut off the hand they used to steal.

[Morgan Ringo: What, cutting off a hand is called mercy? ? ]

[Egwene de Richelieu: Well, by Bretonnian standards, that's very merciful... Normally, they would have just executed him. You know, Bretonnia is a pure early medieval style.]

In short, after losing a few legs, the theft that annoyed the high elves disappeared, but at the same time, the "kindness" of the Bretonnians also shocked the residents of Ulthuan. The high elves couldn't understand why they had to lose a hand just for stealing something worthless, and what they couldn't understand even more was that all the Bretonnians took it for granted, whether they were the ones who punished or the ones who were punished.

Even the old peasants, whose hands had been chopped off, thanked Sir Rodrick for his kindness.

From then on, although the high elves did not cancel the agreement between the two sides, their attitude towards the Bretonnians became noticeably more distant. The Bretonnians naturally noticed this, but they were puzzled and did not think about the hand-cutting at all. They just thought that the elves were as fickle as the rumors said.

Gustav Winkler watched the whole process and felt very angry. The completely different cultural backgrounds and customs quietly carved a hidden rift between the two armies. If Mrs. Melinda hadn't asked him not to do anything unnecessary, Gustav felt that he could have tried to sow discord between the two sides.

In the neat camp of the high elves, which was a mixture of white, blue and gold, the three of them met Soryak, who was also having a meal. Unlike the Bretonnians who had already eaten and drunk their fill, the archmage listened to his subordinates' reports after getting up in the morning, mainly about the exploration of the surrounding environment and the movements of the enemy, and only started to eat breakfast after finishing his work.

Compared to the Bretonnians, who ate a lot of fat and alcohol and only fed bread to the waiter for breakfast, the blind wizard's eating habits were very high elf-like: sliced ​​bread, jam, cheese, lettuce, and a cup of black tea. There was no meat or seafood on the table.

The blind archmage talked to Sir Rodrik while eating. After all, there was no such thing as "talking while eating" in the Old World and Ulthuan. The two sides focused on this strange land and its barbaric inhabitants. The bookish Solyak mentioned that in the distant past, Ulthuan had established a colony on the west coast of the Badlands, and even in the depths of the Badlands there were outposts and strongholds of the High Elves.

Of course, these are already in the past. The Battle of the Longbeard ended with the death of Caledor II, and the High Elves completely evacuated from the Old World. These former strongholds were either destroyed by the furious Dwarf army or abandoned by the High Elves themselves. Today, only the most knowledgeable Elf scholars remember these past histories.

"In fact, I have a guess," Solyak suddenly changed the subject after telling the three humans about the ancient past, "Fozrek may not have created such a miracle out of nothing. The floating city is his creation, there is no dispute about that. But the foundation on which he accomplished all this may be a relic that once belonged to the elves. Of course, this is just my personal guess. Maybe he just started chasing his dream from a wasteland?"

"Why aren't they dwarven ruins?" Sir Rodrick asked curiously, "Since the northern part of the Badlands was once an ancient battlefield between you and the dwarves, don't the dwarves need castles to consolidate their territory?"

"You must have come into contact with the group called 'Imperial Dwarves', and then thought that all dwarves are like that. But that's not the case," the blind elf smiled gently, "The Imperial Dwarves are undoubtedly the outliers among the Sons of the Mountains and Stones. Except for those dwarves who were forced to leave their homeland and were regarded as heretics by their compatriots, traditional dwarves live in the mountains, where they can find mineral veins. Only the mountains are the territory of the Kingdom of the Mountains."

"Except for the Dragon Ridge Mountains where we are now," the archmage raised his staff, which was as tall as a man, and pointed the tip of the staff to the south, "there are no dwarf settlements or other permanent bases in the Badlands. However, in the World's Edge Mountains in the east of the Badlands, there are several dwarf cities called Karak, as well as towns, mines, farms, and so on."

"I have a question, Mr. Solyak," the Holy Grail Knight frowned and said, "If your guess is correct, and the floating city of Fozrek was built in some elven ruins, will our expedition anger the residents of these mountains? It's okay for us, because the Bretonnians are not the enemies of the dwarves, but as for you..."