Wulin stretched out his hand at the house. His eyes were full of anger. Because of the distance, the building looked very small at this time, and it could be pinched with one hand. Wulin hoped that he could pinch the building with his hands and crush it with everything inside it.

"I know what you're thinking, my son. But don't worry, these witches will not have a good life for too long. How is your statistics progressing? Has the news ahead confirmed?"

"Yes, Lord." Ulin replied. "The news has been confirmed. I have received a similar report from at least six places. Prince Eshurufat killed Lord Meglin in the Battle of the Sea Cliff and surrounded and annihilated his army, and his own losses were insignificant. His current military strength is indeed above us." He smiled a sarcastic smile when he mentioned Lord Meglin's name.

"Very good, then we can at least be sure that the intelligence he intends to attack Dosonian has some credibility," Hurd replied.

"But that intelligence comes from the Witch King... Lord, this intelligence should be trusted..."

"Don't trust anything." Hurd patted his son's arm hard. The black metal armor made a crisp sound under his palm. "Be suspicious of any news, both good and bad news. You are my best child, my heir. You should think more, beware of the swords ahead, and be careful of the daggers on your back. My child, I never doubt your ability to hold a sword, but you still need to learn more about some things. For example, at present, some enemies need you to knock them down with your own hands, and some enemies need you to borrow other people's hands to attack. Where is the statistics work?"

"We have about forty multi-headed dragons that can be put into war at any time. Although there are many winged lion beasts, they have too few trained... The situation of cold beasts is the opposite... but the lack of cold beast knights."

Cold beasts are different from war horses, riding this dangerous beast requires a price. Because no matter how much training this carnivorous beast is, it is easy to get wild and attack the knights on his body. In order to drive this dangerous beast, a dark elf knight must apply a special medicine to the legs to keep his body smell consistent with the cold beasts, so that he can drive the cold beasts well instead of being backfired. This medicine is poisonous and long-term use will slowly erode the body skin of the cold beast knight, making it harden and lose feeling. A cold beast knight's physical mobility will be much weaker, and his legs can no longer run as flexibly as it was originally.

In comparison, the requirements for riding a war horse are much simpler. Not to mention elves, even an ordinary farmer among humans can only master the key points of riding a horse in a few days. A skilled knight will at most have the sequelae of crocodile legs and will not affect his own actions.

"Very good, it's right for us to delay the delivery of the war beast to the front line." Hurd replied with satisfaction. "Now, even if we fight against Prince Eshurufat head-on, we will at least not be at a disadvantage..."

"Lord, in your great plan... I'm worried about some other things. Our trainers may reveal... Many of them are devout believers of the God of Blood Hands, and regard those witches as mentors of the soul. The attitude of the Witch King is also worth pondering... He longs for the glory of revenge, and at this moment, he will never allow it..."

Hurd chuckled. "When they win, maybe they are mentors. But when they die, things are completely different. As long as we can win, the Witch King will never spit out a word of opposition."

"In addition, there is our Prince Ashu Rufat. He may not necessarily..."

"Excellent vision, my son." Hurd looked at Ulin with approval. "Prince Ashurufat is indeed the biggest variable. Although our stupid cousins ​​are weak and incompetent, this prince is very dangerous. He chose the south and landed outside the area we control... On the surface, it seemed like a coincidence, but in fact he had already calculated Lord Meglin. He must have an ancient map in his hand, which made him know the nearby environment well and had already mastered a location for crossing the river... and Lord Meglin wished to wait for him to cross the river at the entrance of the sea... In this way, he caught Lord Meglin off guard. From this perspective, he was prepared for this action. We must not ignore it."

"Lord, then why...you should know that our reinforcements are already on the way..."

"We have many war beasts and trainers, but we lack enough infantry and many warlocks. For most troops, defending the city is a wise choice to fight against powerful enemies, but not for us. Besides, there are too many untamed beasts in our city. If the prince carried out a bold raid on the beast bars... it might directly cause an irreversible defeat... In other words, defending the city is not a good choice under any circumstances... Our only feasible strategy is to leave the city... Of course, the question is what we do after we go out."

"We will avoid Prince Ashrufate far away." Hurd waved his hand and clenched his fists at the night sky. "This city will fall into his hands, and those untamed beasts will be killed by him, and the city will be burned. But that's all. Our prince will satisfy this result... those witches will be completely solved in this offensive and defensive battle... There will never be those annoying guys again... Compared with this harvest, rebuilding this city is an acceptable price... and then..."

A cruel smile gathered at the corner of his mouth. "Prince Ashrufate's expedition will end!"

...

After dawn, the sky is still cloudy.

Dosonian is made up of black volcanic rock walls to enclose a wide round mountain range. A huge castle was built on the flat top, and at the end of the top there is a watchtower fifty feet above the top. At the foot of the mountain are other parts of the city, including residential areas, slave areas, barracks, and the most important taming ground. Outside the city is a deep trench for protection, a slope of earth dam, and various obstacles. Overall, the outer periphery is connected.

The terrain is an oval defense. There are two gates on the wall, each of which is a urn, and you can see the figures of patrol sentries moving along the wall. Beyond the defenses of the wall, there is a gray, deserted, and lifeless land. The winter in Nagaros seems to come very early, and the chill in the wind forces this few remaining shrubs to struggle to survive. There are only mud and withered and corrupt stems left in the rest of the place.

Half is natural and half is artificial. It can be destroyed, but it is never destroyed. No wonder Lord Hed threw it away without any hesitation. Ashurufate looked at the city and thought to himself. Even if a fire burns it, the dark elves can rebuild it in a very short time.

"Prince, the Star Dragon is back." Araset ran over from behind. "Your sentry saw everything from the sky, and as you expected, the city's defense is very weak. If we attack, we can definitely capture it."

I made a mistake...I should have climbed onto the dragon's back by myself. Ashu Rufate told himself in his heart.

"The soldiers are waiting for your offensive orders," said Araset.

"No, we won't attack." Ash Rufate replied. "Hed has led his main force out of the city, and we must chase after it. As for this city... let's ignore it for the time being."

Arast was stunned for a moment, almost thinking that he had heard it wrong. "Prince, we are not here..."

"The key is the trainer." Ash Rufate replied. "Not this place called Dosonian. As long as there are trainers, the Trujis just need to change places to continue to provide combat beasts for their army. Since the trainers have left, it is not important at all. They lack military strength and they will never dare to come out to stop us... Just let the star dragon harass them... march in a formation, keep moving forward, don't stop."

"Prince." Garce rushed up from behind. "Your plan may not work." He pointed to the city far away. "They have no intention of confronting us. Our evil cousins ​​are not stupid. They will not leave the safe city and come to the wild to attack us."

"I didn't say we were going to attract the enemy." Ash Rufate replied. He looked at the several great masters around him, where did they just discuss? Oh, by the way, it was a conceptual question about magic. How can we manipulate the wind of magic in an elegant and subtle way without wasting any energy drawn.

"But Prince, you said that our goal is...Dosonian." Gars remained respectful and polite, but a moment of anger flashed through his eyes.

"It has changed." Ashu Rufate replied. It's great. As they appear on the surface, Gales and Kay are in opposition and have no intelligence exchanges. Otherwise, Gales should have known that his target is Heard, not Dosonian Arrathet.

At least this shows one thing-the three generals obtained from Emerald Queen are not the type that is quarrel on the surface, but the type that is united behind the scenes. They do have certain contradictions.

The Queen arranged a "monitor" and the candidates were three, namely Kay, Gales and Arrath. Now it can be proved that at least one of these three was a "monitor", and the other two may have no idea about the secret transaction between Emerald Queen and him.

"Prince, please forgive my rudeness." Garce suppressed his anger. "But if the action plan changes, you should notify the soldiers in advance."

"This is my mistake." Ashu Rufate replied. He wanted to turn his head and discuss academic issues with the great/wizards around him, but Gars spoke again.

"If the goal changes, then what will it become?"

"Hard. Let us catch up with him and destroy his army, especially his beast trainers." Ashrufate replied. "Go and notify the Dragon Princes and warn them to prevent the martyrs from chasing the ranks in the city."

"But Prince, I have to tell you... If the news about the Shadow Warriors is correct, Hurd's troops have left at least three days ago. Do we still have time to pursue?"

"It's time," Ash Rufate replied. If the Queen really wanted to set up a "monitor", he would definitely choose the best and most reliable subordinate. Because the war would not stop because of internal power struggles. Perhaps he should remove Arrathet from the list of doubts, because so far, the elf nobleman seemed not good at military affairs, besides showing great knowledge. "Can you understand?"

"Prince," Garce thought for a moment and nodded. "Are you referring to the food aspect of the war beast?"

"That's right. The wild beasts tamed by Truqi are almost all carnivorous. It's fine if they fall in the city. If they march in high intensity in the wild, those fighting beasts must eat once every four or five days. Otherwise, they will lose their combat effectiveness due to weakness and even cause violence. The fresh meat will not last too long." Ashrufate said. "Herd either carries a large number of 'mobile fresh meat' to accompany the army, or he must carry out large-scale hunting to obtain enough supplies. No matter which one, his marching speed will be very low. We will definitely be able to catch up with them within ten days!"
Chapter completed!