The Millennium Empire has always paid attention to the intelligence collection of the high elves of the Cangqing Continent, and the four super powerhouses of the Elven Empire are the key targets.

The most powerful thing about the Holy Elf King Cassie is his speed and combat skills, once the battle enters his rhythm, he will directly destroy the opponent with a stormy attack, under the all-pervasive attack of the Holy Elf, as long as he makes a little mistake, it is equivalent to death.

Although Mina's strength level is not yet yet, but her identity and status are here, her knowledge is not bad, and when her heart is raised, she doesn't understand that Richard obviously has many powerful skills, and he himself is not even a fighter, why put his advantages aside and actually fight with St. Cassie.

Does Richard make mistakes.

The answer to this question was short.

There was a sudden scream in the sky, and then a bright blood flower appeared, and St. Cassie appeared in the air, one left foot was gone, and his figure flashed away, only the distant drops of blood in the air depicted his escape.

Richard took a step forward, shook his head, and gathered his footsteps back, slowly falling.

The goshawk looked at Richard with strange eyes and asked, "How can it be so fast." ”

The battle between the two super powerhouses, especially this kind of competition in combat skills, is normal to fight for a few days or even ten days, but I didn't expect that even ten minutes later, San Cassie was defeated and fled, with Goshawk's understanding of both sides, it is impossible for their combat skills to have such a big gap.

Richard smiled and said, "I can't make mistakes, but he can't make mistakes either, always dancing on the blade, there will inevitably be pressure, St. Cassie just didn't resist the pressure, and the result gave me a chance." ”

Goshawk nodded, understanding what Richard meant, but he always felt that there was something Richard hadn't made clear.

In fact, the combat skills of the two have reached the peak of their own fields, and even if there is a gap, it is very small, but Richard's oppression has forced San Cassie to maintain the offensive at his peak from beginning to end.

Back then, Wuding only lasted a few hours under Richard's continuous pursuit, but now Richard's combat power has greatly improved, and St. Cassie, who is similar to Wuding's fighting style, is not as strong as Wuding, so naturally the time to hold on will be greatly shortened.

But St. Cassie should have lasted more than an hour no matter what he said, but he collapsed much earlier than Richard expected, and it can be seen from here that the will of this Holy Elf King is not a little worse than that of Wude.

However, there are not many people who can compete with the madman Wuding, maybe Richard is one, but the high elves who are used to living a comfortable life in the Cangqing Continent cannot.

Richard looked at a hand-drawn map he had received from Theo Sungod and said, "Let's go, we can get out of the forest today and reach the Flowering Plains, where there is a city, where we can spend the night." ”

Richard was referring to the City of Troll, a medium-sized city with a tree of life planted in the center of the city, a quiet city with elven characteristics, which was chosen as a residence by many elven artists because of its beautiful scenery and tranquility, and even the court poet Farlar had a villa here.

When Richard advanced towards the city of trolling flowers, the elven court was boiling again, and St. Cassie, who had never been defeated for hundreds of years, fought against Richard and returned with a miserable defeat, which shocked the high elves who have always looked down on humans.

The emperor immediately blocked the news, and then called everyone together again to discuss it.

The Great Elven King, who was in charge of military affairs, first said: "In the past few major battles, we have a total of 80,000 troops have been defeated, of which nearly 20,000 have been killed and seriously wounded, and at least half of the remaining warriors need to go through the blessing of the Moon God Temple before they can recover their combat strength and return to the battlefield. ”

Another Elven King released a magical image of Richard's troops marching, saying: "We now know Richard's strength, he also has two powerful legendary powerhouses under his command, and he has a terrifying high-level army to protect them, in the face of such an opponent, we must fight with all our strength to defeat them." ”

"We can't let Richard escape back to sea, don't forget that there is a terrible fleet there in Koh Samui, and the Third Fleet was routed in a short contact battle, and once Richard returns to his fleet, then we can be blocked, and none of our fleets can go to sea." ”

Several Great Elven Kings looked at each other and said, "It doesn't seem to be a big deal to be blocked, we don't need to have any communication with Norland at all, in the Azure Continent, and in the ten planes left to us by the Elven Empire, any resources we need can be found." ”

As soon as these words came out, most of the High Elves nodded slightly, deeply convinced.

Due to low fertility, the number of high elves in the Elf Empire has grown slowly, and after nearly a thousand years of defeat and retreat to the Cangqing Continent, the number of High Elves has only tripled, less than half of the era of the Elf Empire.

In their eyes, trade and dimensional development are the preserve of humans, orcs, dwarves, and lowly elves, whose greed and ugliness doom them to such a path of blood and plunder.

"If Richard really blocks our open sea, we only need to evacuate all the elves along the coast to the interior, no, and even if Richard lands, he can only get some empty cities, and he won't find anything. A great elf king said.

"How can this be. Saint Druid was displeased.

But the Elven Emperor pondered, nodded slowly, and said: "This is also a solution, anyway, except for some symbolic exchanges with the Millennium Empire, we have no communication with those dirty and ugly races on Norland, and vacate the coastal area, so that Richard cannot be supplied, and after a long time, he will naturally go back." ”

"But we still have two royal fleets, so why don't we just watch those human fleets patrol our gates? Saint Druid was furious.

"Many of our capital ships are legacy of the Imperial era, and we wouldn't be able to build as many capital ships as the Third Fleet did. The voice of the High Priest of the Moon Temple was slow, but it was like a needle stabbing the elves in the heart.

When the Elven Empire fell, the High Elves who fled to the Azure Continent managed to escape from Norland after being hunted down along the way, and in the process, many of the treasures of the Elven Empire were lost, including the complete manufacturing process of the magic warship.

In the following hundreds of years, the high elves of the Cangqing Continent continued to explore, but the key magic technology has always been difficult to pass, and because there is no magic god in the era of the Elven Empire, and it is impossible to create several of the most critical magic drive cores, so the imitation of the battleship is completely incomparable with the battleships of the Elven Empire.

Nearly a thousand years have passed, and the elves of the Cangqing Continent are still making slow progress on magic warships, and now they are only barely able to build a warship about the same size as the magic warships of the Imperial period, but their combat power is only two-thirds of that of the Imperial version.

Of the dozen or so capital ships left over from the Imperial period, it can now be said that the loss of one is permanently one less.

Therefore, several High Elves discussed and discussed, and finally came to the conclusion that if Richard used his magic fleet to blockade the sea, then the first and second fleets of the royal court would be transferred to the east coast, which was actually equivalent to hiding all the warships to avoid losses.

No matter how ridiculous it was, it ended up being a trick.

But after the decision was made, they had to return to the unavoidable question, how to solve Richard, who was marching on the elven court.

"We have to fight. The Great Elf King, who was in charge of the war, shouted.

Saint Druid said: "First find a way to cut off Richard's army, and then contain the two legendary powerhouses around him, and then I will fight together with His Majesty, it is possible to keep Richard." ”

But how to cut off Richard's terrible army, which numbered as many as 5,000.

The elf in charge of the war, Wang Yiran, said: "Dispatch all the Frost Iron Cavalry, and my Fierce Blade will personally lead the team, and I will definitely defeat Richard's army." ”

The faces of the other elves in the royal court changed drastically, and they silently recited the word Frost Iron Rider a few times, and then nodded slowly one by one.

Like the magic battleship, the Frost Iron Rider is also a precious legacy left by the Elven Empire, known as the strongest army on land, even the Orcs are slightly inferior to the Beamon Behemoth Legion, which is a powerful legion that can confront the Abyss Demon Legion, and is one of the guarantees of the undefeated Elven Empire back then.

However, with the defeat of the High Elves in the Cangqing Continent, a number of important planes were lost, a few key resources were missing, and the Frost Iron Armor could no longer be made, so the Frost Iron Armor was damaged by one set, and the number of Frost Iron Riders gradually decreased, and now there are only 12,000 Riders left.

This is the last pride of the elven court, and it is the psychological support for the High Elves to continue to be proud of Norland and Calando, but now, is it time to dispatch this army?

Aside from the Frost Iron Rider, the High Elves found that there were not many cards they could use.

Even if the high elves of the Cangqing Continent are all soldiers, they can only gather 300,000 troops to come out, but Richard has only walked half of the way to the royal court, and 80,000 have been defeated, no matter how anxious the royal court is to transfer troops, it is impossible to let the soldiers stationed in various parts of the continent fly under the royal court, not to mention that 80,000 have been defeated lightly, even if there are more than 100,000, can the battle be solved.

The Elven Emperor finally nodded and said, "Okay, then send all the Frost Iron Cavalry, led by Fierce Blade and Treading Wind, to fight Richard to the death." ”

This time, the High Elves finally had a solution that seemed normal.

Richard stayed in the city of trolling flowers for one night, and continued his journey the next day, but after only fifty kilometers of travel, the whole team suddenly slowed down.

Richard said to the goshawk, "It seems that our elven friends are still not giving up. ”

On the distant horizon, a murderous aura suddenly rose into the sky, and then a silver wave rolled in.