"The spells that the Black Elves trained in were too powerful. Under the support of such power, they continuously invaded other people's territory. In the end, they were encircled and attacked by several racial forces in a situation that provoked public anger. They were expelled from the entire continent," Abel explained.
"Were the elven soldiers involved?" Claremont asked curiously.
"Yes. After the Black Elves lost the war, they signed a non-aggression treaty with us elves," Abel replied.
"Is this treaty still in effect?" Claremont asked hesitantly.
"Although it's called a treaty, the agreement is actually a curse that His Highness the Elf King of that generation placed on the entire black elves."
Abel pondered for a moment, he said, "I have never seen what would happen to the Black Elves if they truly violated the treaty. However, the reputation of Lord Tassell, the Elf King at that time was enough to make the entire Black Elves tremble in fear. Therefore, I don't think anyone would want to challenge the curse that he placed on them."
"Tassell the Elf King," Claremont silently chanted this name as he carefully recalled it.
A bolt of lightning flashed in his heart. Tassell, the rare scholar of the Elves. He was born by chance. It was said that he was born with a rare constitution that cultivated light magic. He was such a prestigious person that when the elves sent out his business card to the outside world, anyone would be afraid of him.
"Then why did the Black Elves attack us?" Claremont asked curiously.
"It is said that the real black elf magic disappeared after the Great War that year. On this island, which could accommodate all kinds of wanderers, the status of the Black Elves was not high. They could not occupy their territory. The wilderness of this plain was the only place where they were allowed to move. Therefore, many wanderers who went out of the city suffered losses at their hands and were stripped of all their money," Abel relayed the news he had heard. "I didn't expect that they would have designs on us this time."
"Hurry up and carry them back to the barracks. It's useless to perform mouth-to-mouth resuscitation."
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64ce79d606107d003c23ea27", id: "pf-5140-1"})Devitt rushed to the fainted soldiers from the outside and ordered the people around him.
A few soldiers who were in the same group as the fainted soldiers immediately walked over when they heard this. They supported two soldiers as they walked into a tent.
"If we face the Black Elves head-on, do we have the confidence to win?" Claremont threw out the last question.
"Although I don't know how strong the remaining Black Elves are, I feel that no matter what, we won't lose to opponents who use underhanded attacks, right?" Abel responded with his usual bloody nature.
After Claremont understood what he meant, he also nodded.
Seeing Devitt, who was standing at the side, looking puzzled, Claremont repeated what Abel had told him earlier.
After hearing the whole story, Devitt said, "I wonder when the Black Elves will appear again."
"Arrange the elven warriors to stand guard together with the Caradia warriors in shifts. Many of the warriors might not know how to face the Black Elves. The elven warriors might be able to give them some pointers," Claremont suggested.
"Yeah, that's a pretty good idea," Abel confirmed.
"Then that's it." Devitt decided on a plan. The night shift would be changed from two to three shifts. The elven warriors and the Caradia warriors would be mixed to carry out the sentry duty.
Devitt called this plan an "emergency plan". Until the Scout Army left the plains, they would maintain this alert status.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64cc9e79c7059f003e4ad4b0", id: "pf-5109-1"})Because the third group's personnel were almost useless, the fourth group would replace the soldiers on guard tonight, and the elven soldiers assigned to the fourth group would immediately start carrying out their tasks.
Everyone returned to their tents. However, everyone was filled with anxiety.
During this night, Devitt and the other two would get up from time to time to patrol around the camp. Although this might affect tomorrow's status, the three were still worried.
Perhaps they noticed that the scouts' team had increased their defenses, but the Black Elves did not appear again.
The next morning, everyone packed their luggage. When they lined up for the roll call, other than the two people who had been attacked last night, everyone else was present.
The two people who were attacked were still as Abel had said, they had not regained their consciousness.
The three leaders discussed for a while and decided to continue the journey with the two of them.
The journey on the plains was relatively smooth. After the soldiers familiarized themselves with the environment of the plains, their pace became much faster.
"I reckon that we will be able to walk out of the plains by tomorrow afternoon," Devitt said as he looked at the map.
"After walking out of the plains, we will be facing a valley with trolls." Claremont nodded and said.
"Trolls are really hard to deal with." Devitt shook his head and sighed.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "663633fa8ebf7442f0652b33", id: "pf-8817-1"})In history, the trolls had clashed with humans and elves. They were considered to be mortal enemies.
Devitt and his group were about to face the forest trolls.
Although their temperaments weren't as violent and aggressive as the sand trolls, the blood of the cannibals remained in their bodies. It was unknown whether Devitt and his group would be threatened by them when they passed by their territory.
"Don't worry. The reason why trolls became mortal enemies of the humans and elves was that the two sides restrained each other and fought each other? As long as we control the distance between us and the trolls, we don't have to worry about being hurt by them," Abel comforted.
"I hope so," Devitt said.
The trolls were not only hostile to the elves and humans. They were also hostile toward the dwarfs.
This should be related to the differences in the way the two races lived.
About half of the information sent to Devitt was related to the trolls -- a detailed introduction of their strengths and weaknesses.
According to this information, there were about a thousand trolls gathered in the valley.
After learning about their strong life recovery ability and other advantages, Devitt could not imagine the scene of a fifty-man scouts' army confronting a group of trolls.
The sun slowly set at the end of the horizon. After leaving Dwarf Town, the next day's journey ended.
After the brigade camp was set up, the personnel in charge of logistics began to prepare dinner.
"This should be the last hot dinner before we leave the valley," Devitt said.
Indeed, trolls were very sensitive to smells and so on. To avoid being discovered by trolls in the territory, Devitt prepared everyone to eat dry food for the next few days.
