This explanation.
made Imina's hostility lessen somewhat. The Wood Elf before her looked like a child.
Who knew how old he was.
She wouldn't actually treat him like a child.
"Those kinds of reasons won't stop me from killing that monster!"
Imina pushed off with her feet, and her figure suddenly leaped from the tree branch, landing beside Gasein Huo. Before he could react, she grabbed his collar.
Bang!
She stomped on the ground.
With a dull thud from the ground, Imina, holding Gasein Huo with one hand, rushed towards where the Flower Crown Butterfly had fallen.
"What are you doing… Let go of me!"
Gasein Huo's face turned pale with fright. He struggled with all his might but couldn't break free from her seemingly slender arm.
Imina had three professions:
[Guerrilla], [Bandit], [Forest Ranger], with a combined level of 28.
In the forest environment, she was like a fish in water. Although not a pure warrior-class profession, her strength was not something Gasein Huo could break free from.
Imina's expression was blank.
The little Wood Elf clearly came from a nearby Elf Village, and she happened to be in need of a guide and information about this place.
"Don't kill me, I really didn't mean to follow you."
"That Flower Crown Butterfly is indeed a good monster."
"Can you not kill it? The phosphorescent powder it produces can help everyone in the village win."
"Did you know, humans have started a war against us elves again?"
Gasein Huo's face was pale and fearful, but his mouth kept moving:
"Although this place isn't the center of the Elf Kingdom, it's considered the central region."
"Last time, we repelled a human squad, but this time, I heard from the elders that a large number of human soldiers have entered."
"If we use the Flower Crown Butterfly's scales to make weapons, we should be able to repel even more human soldiers."
"......"
"The black pill I gave you was something I made myself, using a snake venom called Ba Snake, which can cause intense pain."
"Using this pain to counter the powder's hypnosis and mental influence… this Ba Snake is very difficult to catch."
The rambling voice continued to pour out of Gasein Huo's mouth.
Although Imina had heard a lot of important information, a vein popped out on her forehead, and she snapped coldly, "Shut up!!"
Gasein Huo flinched, and coupled with Imina's gaze, and her generally fierce appearance, he shut his mouth tightly.
Rustle rustle—
The bushes on the ground and the leaves of the surrounding trees brushed past them, making faint rustling sounds.
As the distance grew closer.
Imina could already hear the Flower Crown Butterfly's cries. She reached out and pushed aside the bushes in front of her.
A deep pit appeared before her.
The Flower Crown Butterfly's pair of semi-transparent, giant wings were severely damaged. Green blood was constantly flowing from the wounds on its slender, elf-like body.
Crack!
Imina threw Gasein Huo, whom she had been holding, to the side. She picked up her magic gun again and aimed it at the Flower Crown Butterfly.
The 5-second cooldown had passed.
This time, she aimed for its mouthparts!
"Fifteen Kings of the Great Tree Sea?"
Imina let out a slight cold laugh, a hint of mockery flashing in her amber eyes. "Just guys with a big reputation."
She never held back her words when dealing with enemies!
Of course, she knew that her victory was mainly due to the magic gun in her hand, but the result of the battle was what mattered most.
"Hiss— hiss—"
The Flower Crown Butterfly looked at Imina and let out a weak hiss.
"Then— let's end this!"
Imina's slender finger lifted slightly, preparing to press the trigger.
"No!"
Gasein Huo suddenly scrambled to his feet from the ground, quickly rushing to the space between Imina and the Flower Crown Butterfly, spreading his arms to block.
"It surrendered, don't kill it!"
"Get lost, brat!"
"No, I have the 'Beast Speaker' profession and can understand what beasts and monsters want to say!" Gasein Huo said loudly, his head held high despite his fearful appearance.
Imina narrowed her eyes, a hint of impatience appearing on her face.
"Someone like you, an elf with such powerful strength."
"You must be a descendant of the Elf King, I, I'm just like you!"
Gasein Huo's eyes reddened. His short, emerald-green hair was tousled, covering his eyes. He spoke with a slightly cowardly, yet resentful and unwilling tone:
"My name is... Gasein Huo!"
As he said his name, Gasein Huo spoke with a voice that was difficult to utter, as if the name itself carried some special meaning.
In the vocabulary of the Wood Elves, "Gasein" meant pain, and the suffix "Huo" was an onomatopoeia for pain.
The word "Gasein Huo" represented that Gasein Huo's birth was an unbearable pain for his mother or his clan!
Unfortunately, Imina was only a half-elf.
She had never lived in an elf tribe, so she couldn't understand the meaning behind this word.
However.
Upon hearing information about the "Elf King."
Imina's movements paused. A sharp glint flashed in her beautiful eyes. That man had sent her to this forest.
It wasn't just to let her "go home" and visit.
"The Elf King suddenly appeared in my tribe 100 years ago, forced my mother to become pregnant, and then abandoned us!"
"What's even more despicable is that shortly after I was born, the Elf King! actually took my mother to the Elf King City by force, citing her good fertility."
Every time Gasein Huo mentioned the "Elf King," the person who should have been his father, his voice was filled with a gnashing resentment:
"I... you have such great power, you must also want revenge, right?"
"The Flower Crown Butterfly is one of the Fifteen Kings of the Great Tree Sea. If we had its power, our hope for revenge would be even greater!"
After listening to what the young Wood Elf in front of her had said.
Imina had a general understanding of the situation. The other party clearly mistook her for a descendant of that Elf King.
"How did you come to that conclusion? Was it simply because my power is greater?"
Imina was a little confused about this. Looking at Gasein Huo in front of her, she couldn't help but think to herself:
"This Elf King has a terrible reputation among elves. To think he could do such disgusting things."
...
Upper Earth Moon.
October 11th.
The Slane Theocracy deployed thirty thousand elite troops and sixty thousand regular troops, supported by forces led by the [Fire Extinguishing Scripture], which specialized in guerrilla warfare, and the [Earth Dust Scripture], which specialized in defensive warfare.
They began to enter the "Ivantsha Great Forest" with a steady and powerful advance, their objective directly targeting the Elf King City of the Elf Kingdom.
Along the way!
All the Elf Villages in the path of their advance were forcefully annihilated in one go.
Even large elf tribes with hundreds of inhabitants could not resist the assault of the two colored Scripture troops and tens of thousands of soldiers.
This caused all the large and small elf tribes in their path to flee towards the Elf King City or other directions.
Regarding this situation.
The Slane Theocracy did not pursue them in any way, merely acting as if they were indifferent and not obstructing their escape.
This situation, completely different from the past, showed that the Theocracy intended to fight a decisive battle with the Elf King City.
This offensive strategy!
While it would not work against human nations, it was effective against the Elf Kingdom, a nation established in tribal form.
If not for the Elf King's personal martial prowess being too great, and his autocratic rule over the various tribes, Otherwise.
The elves would simply be a collection of loose tribes, not even considered a country.
—Upper Earth Moon.
October 23rd.
After about ten days of marching, the Theocracy's troops were forced to halt about a hundred kilometers away from the Elf King City.
This situation was, naturally, due to the counterattack from the Wood Elves!
Marching in large numbers through the forest was extremely difficult, but with over two hundred years of war with the Elf Kingdom, established supply routes existed.
This allowed the nearly 100,000 strong army to advance to this point in such a short time.
Within the Slane Theocracy's military, the highest-ranking position was Grand Marshal, followed by two Marshals: Valeriane Ai Obinie and Gael Lazarus Bagri.
All three marshals were deployed for this war!
While the Grand Marshal was stationed at the comprehensive command center at the rear of the army, Marshals Valeriane and Gael were each stationed at the front lines.
One of the front-line command centers.
Inside a tent.
Gael, along with several combat staff officers, was intently studying the map spread across the table. Gael, the Marshal, was considerably older than the others.
The other combat staff officers appeared to be only around twenty years old.
The young men all looked exhausted and worn out. Seeing this, Gael's expression remained solemn, but he couldn't help but feel a slight amusement inwardly.
He was likely reminiscing about his own youth.
Age wasn't necessarily an indicator of strength, especially in military matters; experience and knowledge were far more important.
This war was an important learning opportunity and experience for these young staff officers.
"Marshal."
One of the young staff officers, his voice slightly hoarse and his eyes dark with fatigue, spoke with a voice strained from overexertion:
"The situation on the front lines is not favorable for us!"
"Marshal Valeriane's main force has been completely held back by the Elf forces, and our encirclement plan has been thwarted as a result."
The two marshals on the front lines had naturally different operational plans.
Marshal Valeriane was responsible for the frontal assault against the main force of the Elf Kingdom.
Meanwhile, the forces led by Marshal Gael were tasked with forming a semi-encirclement to prevent the elves within from escaping.
"Furthermore, our casualties are also very high."
Another young staff officer chimed in immediately after.
Gael's expression was impassive, even cold, as he picked up the casualty report compiled by the staff officers from the table.
"The numbers are higher than anticipated."
Marshal Gael looked at the report in his hands, and despite having some expectations, he couldn't help but feel a sense of seriousness.
The Slane Theocracy possessed a large number of faith-based magic chanters, so as long as the wounded soldiers had a breath left, they could be saved.
Because of this, the Slane Theocracy's casualty rate had always been extremely low. However, even so, there were still quite a few deaths.
Especially when compared to the casualties of the Elf Kingdom, this disadvantage became even more pronounced!
Elves were natural guerrillas, and in a jungle environment, they were like fish in water, able to utilize their abilities to their fullest.
"Marshal, what should we do next?"
Several staff officers stared intently at Marshal Gael, their hearts filled with admiration.
With the Slane Theocracy's forces stalled and losses mounting, it was truly befitting of a Marshal to remain so calm and composed.
"Wait!"
Marshal Gael stared intently at the map on the table, and after a long silence, he uttered a single word.
This caused all the staff officers present to exchange glances, somewhat bewildered.
Marshal Gael couldn't explain further; the core of this operation revolved entirely around that person of the nation.
The true decisive battle was never going to be fought by them!
This was a form of sorrow, but also a reality that had to be faced.
A single expert in the Hero Domain could surpass thousands of soldiers, let alone that person who could easily kill a Hero-level expert, and that detestable Elf King.
As long as the Elf King did not show himself, that person could not act easily, so their current objective was mainly to force the Elf King to appear!
"Has Valeriane... made his decision?"
Marshal Gael murmured softly to himself.
At the same time, At another forward command post in a different encampment.
Marshal Valeriane, with his back to the several young chief staff officers behind him, silently gazed at the map hanging on the wall.
"Marshal!"
"The front-line elites have already suffered over a thousand casualties; we must take the next step."
One of the chief staff officers exclaimed anxiously.
Currently, the main force of the Slane Theocracy's elites was being held back by an Elf unit led by an Elf warrior in the Hero Domain.
Even with the Earth Dust Scripture units, who excelled at defensive combat, stationed at the front, they could only manage to stall the enemy!
Valeriane frowned deeply. He understood the difficulties on the front lines but was struggling to make a decision.
This time, we're attacking the Elf Kingdom!
They actually have two trump cards: one is naturally the Slane Theocracy's Divine Guardian, and the other trump card is the Permanent Angel.
Others might not know.
But Valeriane knew very well that the number of Permanent Angels was extremely limited, and although this kind of demon-god level combat power was a great weapon on the battlefield, it couldn't contend with the Elf King!
Because the Divine Guardian could easily destroy a Dominion Authority Angel, and that Elf King should possess similar abilities.
Therefore, once deployed, the Permanent Angels would inevitably be lost!
Valeriane's original plan was to use tactics to lure out the Elf King, and to avoid using the Permanent Angel trump card as much as possible.
However, it now seemed... that was impossible!
"Notify the 'Four Elements'!"
Valeriane sighed, finally making up his mind and speaking.
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