The Dark Elves attacked, as usual, sending cannon fodder troops first. Dirt trolls with sturdy shells rushed to the front, followed by a large number of goblins, gnolls, bear goblins, and orcs. These guys didn't have any armor on them at all, and they rushed up against the rain of arrows with a weapon, and they didn't have any formation at all. They're just a bunch of consumables to test the defensive strength of the bunker, and no one cares if they live or die.

"A bunch of treacherous bastards!" Erhan cursed under his breath.

He only glanced at it and realized that there was not even a single dark elf in this attack, and it was completely testing the location of the fortified Cheng Dù and the arrow tower of the earthen fort. There is no way, even if you are unwilling, you can only endure it, who let the initiative not be in your hands now.

As the enemy got closer and closer to the earthen wall, the chief mage did not hesitate to give the order to attack. The elven casters began chanting incantations, and in a matter of seconds, they unleashed a large number of "greasy spells" that directly covered all the areas in front of them. This level 1 magic is very widely used in warfare, not only can it be used to limit the enemy's travel speed, but it can also be replenished with a rocket, and it can immediately burn into a sea of fire.

Normally, if an army notices the effect of "greasy" in front of it, it will immediately stop advancing and mobilize crossbowmen to the front row for fire. But alas, these rabble in front of them are nothing more than a group of slaves, and their evil dark elf master orders are to charge, and no slave dares to disobey, because those terrible punishments are far more terrible than death.

Thousands of slaves, oblivious to the large expanse of grease in front of them, roared and launched a suicidal charge. Falling, getting up, falling again, getting up again, they rolled and crawled desperately forward. For fear that the owner would be unhappy because of his slow movements.

In terms of femdom and domestication of slaves, so to speak. There is no race in the entire multiverse that can compare to the dark elves. Their cruel punishment could etch the word obedience into the soul of the slave. Even in the face of death, he did not dare to resist anything.

Of course, things like the Mind Flayer and the Eye Demon that directly use spells to control the mind are not counted. Their behavior should be considered cheating, once the spell is lifted, the slaves will immediately rebel without saying a word, and they have no technical content at all, far worse than the dark elves.

Elhan frowned and glanced at the dying slaves, then said to the ranger standing beside him, "Let the rockets go and let these poor creatures rest in peace." ”

"Yes. Checkmate. With that, the young ranger drew a rocket and shot it without hesitation.

The flaming arrows slashed a beautiful arc in the night sky, plunging headlong into the range of the "greasy spell", and in an instant there was a loud bang, and then all the grease was ignited, and the flames flew up more than two meters high, whether it was a troll or a bear goblin, they all let out a painful wail.

The fire lasted for several minutes, and by the time it was almost extinguished, it was not completely breathing except for two or three tenacious earth trolls. Everything else turned black, charred. The elves used actual actions to tell their mortal enemies, and this kind of attack was useless. If you have one, you will come by yourself.

In fact, these more than 1,000 slaves did not die in vain. Although they were unable to test the location of the fortified Cheng dù and the arrow tower, they still obtained important information, which was the number of mages of the elves. After all, the cast range of the "Greasy Technique" is fixed, as long as you calculate the area just covered and divide it, you can immediately calculate the specific number.

Seeing this situation, Henry couldn't help but shake his head and directly gave the chief military mage two zeros for his command ability. Originally, it only took about ten greasy spells to slow down the enemy, but he came to cover a large area, as if he was afraid that others would not know the number of mages he had.

There is no doubt that this guy, ten rookies with no experience in war, does not understand how to hide their strength in a large-scale battle to deceive their opponents, otherwise a little action can make the dark elves suffer a big loss.

However, it is too late to say anything now, and I believe that the next attack on the enemy will definitely send enough casters to cooperate, and it will not be so easy to take advantage of it when the time comes.

As expected, just a dozen minutes later, the Dark Elves organized a second wave of offensive. The first to initiate the reunion was still the slaves, but behind them were at least six hundred or more Dark Elves, and more than fifty mages chanted incantations in a circle, as if some magical ritual was being performed.

"Hey, that's a big problem." Henry sighed softly and sighed.

"Master, do you need me to interrupt this ceremony?" The brown dragon Otagos asked, narrowing his eyes. As a mage and thief, he was keenly aware of the strange fluctuations in magic, and if he allowed the other party to perform them, the consequences could be very bad.

Henry shook his head without thinking about it: "No, it's not the time yet. The number of dark elves leaving the underground is less than a thousand, and it's not worth our own efforts, so wait. ”

He knew very well that the advantage of the dragon was that it could fly freely in the sky. Although these guys are usually very large, their agility is not affected at all, and they can even make 180-degree turns or make sharp stops in high-speed flight, making it difficult to be hit by arrows.

It was for these reasons that he decided to set the battlefield on the surface, otherwise the deterrent power of entering the dark region would immediately drop several notches. The sky underneath is too low, and there are all kinds of nasty giant stalagmites, which affect the dragon's ability to fly, and it is easy to be hit by a dense range of arrows.

"Great master, I can take the form of an elven warrior and go to the front to fight, so that I will not be recognized." As he spoke, the black dragon Oloxes licked his sharp teeth, and a bloodthirsty smile appeared on the ugly dragon's head.

"Oh? Do you really want to fight that much? Henry asked with a playful smile. He suddenly realized that this guy really hadn't chosen the wrong class, Berserkers were a bunch of crazy people who wanted to kill and fight, and they would start to get excited when they smelled blood, exactly like what he was looking like now.

Oloxes took a deep breath and replied excitedly, "That's right, the blood in my body is going to boil, and if I can't kill something, I'll go crazy." ”

Seeing the bloodthirsty light in the black dragon's eyes, Henry smiled and patted his head and said, "Okay, I agree with you to go to the earthen wall." But there's one rule, it's forbidden to use any talent spells, and it's also forbidden to use berserk, I don't want to see you lose control, understand? ”

"No problem, I promise you that you will not use any of your powers." After saying that, Oroxes directly transformed into an elven youth. Holding the "Sacred Offering" of the flail in one hand and the "Contempt for Virtue" in the other, he went straight to the front line of the battle.

Otagos looked at the departing back of his rival and pursed his lips disdainfully, muttering, "What a barbarian with a head full of muscles, who doesn't know how to use the power of wisdom at all. ”

"Hehe, maybe. However, you must know that while stratagem can bring temporary victory, it is simply vulnerable in the face of absolute power. Only a strategy that matches your strength is perfect, so it is more important than anything else to improve your own strength. Henry taught the brown dragon a lesson before the fight began.

He found that this guy had become overly addicted to intrigue and intrigue since he had read too many books, and gradually forgot that he was a dragon, and sometimes he only needed to show strength to solve many problems, and he didn't need to make things so complicated at all.

After hearing this, Ortagos nodded thoughtfully, and just as he was about to say something, the circle surrounded by the dark elf mages in the distance suddenly burst into a burst of brilliant light, followed by some kind of incredible change in the magic nets within a few kilometers of the surrounding area.

The elven mage, who was originally planning to repeat the old trick, suddenly found that his "greasy spell" could not be cast at all, as if this spell was not accepted by the magic net at all, and even the chief mage was a little panicked for a while, not to mention the other military mages.

Henry tried to connect the magic net, then narrowed his eyes and said with a sneer: "The magic school is forbidden, and the spell system is forbidden." It's really a good method, this should be a kind of elven advanced magic skills, and it must be inextricably linked to the maze. Something mouth-watering, and I'm now looking forward to what I will get out of this trip. ”

There is no doubt that those dark elf mages have temporarily banned all spells of the Spell School in this area, just like they have built magic locks. Except for a very small number of arch (mage) masters of the surface elves, only they still have some of this technology, and the precious Cheng dù is no less than the floating city of the Nesseriel period.

As far as he knew, most of the mages of the Wood Elves were specialized in the spell school this time, so most of the mage group was abolished at once.

I have to say that Ust. Nasa really deserves to be the first city of the dark elves, and even such information has been preserved. It seems that it is time to find a chance to sweep around the Mage Tower, which must contain more precious knowledge.

Seeing that the division had lost its combat capability, Erhan did not hesitate to shout at the archers: "Shoot! Free Fire! Ranger! Prepare to pierce the arrows, and don't let the trolls get close. ”

As soon as the words fell, the whole camp remembered the sound of "whoosh" and "whoosh", and the arrows in the sky flew into the air, and then fell like raindrops, and in an instant, a large number of slaves fell to the ground with arrows. As for the dark elves, with their agility and the protection of the Adamantite Chain Mail, there were hardly even a few injured.

"Damn! Priest! We need magic! Hurry up and bless the warriors at the front, and you're about to get to hand-to-hand combat. Erhan cursed as he shouted at the priests in the crowd. He knew very well that it would be a pipe dream to pierce the Adamantite Chain Mail and the Whole Body Armor with these ordinary arrows.

There is no way, the enchanted arrows in the army are basically used in the last battle, and the rest can only be used by those sharpshooters for sniping. Now we can only pin all our hopes on this newly built earthen fort, hoping that it will be able to withstand the test of war and not collapse too quickly...... (To be continued......)