Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

The sun burned brightly and blood dyed the world.

The battle on the city wall had already reached its climax.

The elf mages had spent the entire night and pieced together five wooden puppets at the price of 30% of the spellcasters not being able to participate in the battle the next day. With the long-range protection of the mages and the support of the arrow regiment, two of them were destroyed by the attack of Valentine's city defense at all costs, and three successfully arrived at the established location.

The bridge was built, and the warriors of both sides collided brazenly. The most tragic killing began.

On the command platform, the commander's eyes were as sharp as an eagle as he watched the situation of the three city walls from afar.

The elves all had the talent to become divine archers. This was an innate advantage, but not all elves liked to draw their bows and shoot arrows. This was their temperament. However, to the upper echelons of the elves, archery was a long-standing honorable skill and part of noble etiquette. It was impossible for a soldier and a noble not to know archery. The most powerful ministers of the Twilight Dynasty must also be famous champion archers. The commander who could control an ace legion must be proficient in archery.

As an archery master, the commander had naturally cultivated terrifying eyesight. With just his vision, he could see the situation of the battle on the city wall completely. He did not use binoculars because he could observe everything. He did not use the mage's Eagle Eye Technique to save precious spellcasting power.

In his vision, the brave warriors were fighting at the risk of their lives. Elves continuously fell. Their hot blood spilled into the sky. The key to victory was those three small bridges. They attracted all the killing and death there, like three millstones that devoured flesh and blood, be it humans or elves.

His gaze was cold and his heart did not fluctuate.

This was the attainment of a soldier. Pity and kindness were not his mission. His mission was to obtain victory at the smallest price and pay this price without hesitation when necessary.

He was only examining the battlefield and seeing what was wrong.

This was because it had been a long time since the first wooden puppet climbed up the city wall. The greatest and most heroic warriors of the Empress were still bleeding on the city wall and were firmly blocked by the crazy humans. The footsteps of the Dusk Legion to flatten this city was stopped. Things should not have been like this.

When formulating the siege plan last night, he had already considered everything.

All the battlefield elements had been considered.

They accelerated the growth of the wooden puppets, causing nearly 30% of the spellcasters to overdraft their magic power. They could not support the battlefield today. Although the enemy mages were inferior in quality and quantity, they had a geographical advantage and could be considered to be even.

The human archery team was far inferior to the elf arrow regiment, but from above, the disadvantage was recovered. With the help of the war machine, if they took another step back, they would be even.

Spellcasters, long-range troops. The commander had already excessively increased the strength of the humans and assumed that the advantage on the battlefield was balanced. However, in terms of the military attainment of the infantry warriors, even if the other party's determination to protect their home was firm and enough to compete with the heroicness of the elf warriors, in terms of combat skills, in terms of superior armaments, the elf warriors were far superior to humans. Why were they stopped on the city wall?

The situation of the battle deviated from his expectations. An unexpected situation must have happened. Accidents were not terrifying. After all, there were always endless variables in war. There were always places that could not be considered. Just like how he had never expected that an orc tyrant would actually appear in Valentine City,

However, this did not matter. The terrifying thing was not the variable, but that he did not discover it.

As the commander observed, he said coldly, "Hasn't the battlefield scout reported the military information?"

The adjutant did not have his eyesight. He raised his monocular and continuously observed the three battles. When he heard this, he immediately put down the binoculars and said, "Lord, why don't I go personally…"

Before he could finish speaking, the commander suddenly snatched his binoculars and looked into the distance for a moment. His expression changed and he said in a low voice, "I see… I've found the variable!"

"Lord?"

The commander looked at it for a moment more and handed the binoculars to the other party with a calm expression, "In the first battle area, the Silver Cloaked troops have already arrived at the battlefield and begun to fight. With their equipment and martial techniques, they should quickly break through the defense of the humans and expand the width of the battlefield, but they didn't even board the city wall and suffered heavy losses."

"Moreover, they were seriously injured by human arrows and spears—why can the weak bows and arrows of humans and ridiculous javelins break through the defense of the Isarion Runic Armor?!"

The adjutant took the binoculars and looked. A moment later, his expression became extremely surprised. He muttered, "Could it be… no, this is impossible…"

"Excluding all the impossible options, the remaining one is the truth of the matter, no matter how ridiculous it is," the commander said in a low voice. "I don't believe that with the management and regulations of the royal forging factory, they can forge such inferior rune armor. Then there's only one reasonable explanation left—the arrows and spears that caused heavy losses to the Silver Cloak Army are all magic weapons! They're actually used intensively by an entire army of humans!"

At this point, even the calm and heartless commander could not help but curse.

"The Dusk Legion has a lot of results and is the trump card of the army. We've bled and sweat. How difficult is it? We'll shamelessly ask the logistics department for them. The entire legion won't have more than 2,000 enchanted arrows at most! We have to be careful when using them. It's painful to use even one more. Now, these humans are actually so extravagant in using these enchanted arrows and spears. Are we f*cking elves, or are they?"

The adjutant also looked confused and puzzled. A moment later, he muttered to himself, "Did the other party's city lord know that our army is about to arrive, so he spared no expense to buy so many enchanted arrows…"

The commander glared at him, "A small city can buy so many enchanted arrows at all costs? Where can they be bought? I'll spend all my wealth to buy them! He can name a price!"

The adjutant felt that he had misspoken and hurriedly apologized.

He continued, "Enchanted weapons are so precious. Even if our country is powerful, alchemists and enchantment techniques are the best in the various countries. The production of enchanted arrows has never been high. After all, the alchemists have other missions. Although a one-time arrow is powerful enough, it's a one-time-use item. The cost-performance ratio is too low…"

The adjutant pondered for a moment and continued, "I'm thinking that even if the humans obtained these enchanted arrows from somewhere, the number is definitely limited. Otherwise, they wouldn't have only taken them out to deal with the silver cloak now… This means that they're almost helpless. As long as they continue to attack, victory is right in front of them."

The commander nodded when he heard this, but he still paced back and forth, "That's true, but we can't let our guard down. So many enchanted arrows actually appeared in a mere Valentine City. This is an extremely strange variable. We can't let our guard down. We have to find out the reason. This is a strategic problem."

He raised his head and looked at the adjutant with an electric gaze, "It's impossible for so many enchanted weapons to suddenly appear in a city that doesn't have too strong military strength and is not heavily guarded. This is an extremely precious military resource… Thinking about the reason, there are two possibilities."

"Firstly, there's an alchemist in the city who can make so many enchanted arrows in one go."

When the adjutant heard this, he laughed, "Impossible. I've also studied for ten years. My specialty is alchemy. Almost half of the alchemists of the Twilight Dynasty stay there. I've never seen or heard of an alchemist with such a high production rate. Moreover, no master is willing to waste his energy on arrows that can only be used once."

"I've never f*cking seen it either."

The commander cursed again. He narrowed his eyes and slowly said, "There's no such alchemist… Then there's only one possibility."

The adjutant bowed and listened quietly.

The commander turned to look at Valentine City. His gaze was stern and his expression darkened.

He said indifferently, "These enchanted weapons were secretly mobilized and transported to Valentine City."

The adjutant was stunned, then said, "But enchanted arrows are extremely precious and priceless. Who can…"

At this point, he shut his mouth and shock appeared on his face.

"It's extremely precious. It's true that it's priceless. That's right, but it doesn't mean that we can't obtain it. At the very least, our legion has more than 2,000 in stock, right?"

The commander said calmly, "In the country, only the forces at the national level can collect and transport military resources in large numbers… Goethe is a country after all. It can do it."

The adjutant muttered, "Secretly transferring precious enchanted arrows into Valentine, and even elite soldiers, just to quietly increase Valentine's defense… just to defend this city?"

"Of course not."

The commander licked his lips and revealed a bloodthirsty expression. At this moment, he seemed to have returned to his youth and his dangerous coming-of-age ceremony. With only a small bag of salt, he entered the terrifying forest of killing. His goal was to survive. He held his homemade wooden bow and carried his homemade bone arrow as he shuttled through the dangerous forest. There, the identities of prey and hunter would be reversed in an instant.

He recalled that time.

This was because now… he seemed to have become prey.

"They used this city as bait to drag us here." The commander smiled sinisterly, "The goal is the entire Dusk Legion… How should I evaluate these humans?"

After experiencing the shock and shock from before, the adjutant seemed to have thought of something and similarly revealed a mocking smile, "To be able to do such a thing and target the entire Dusk Legion, the human commander who set up all this is definitely not stupid. He must be quite confident and extraordinary… How pitiful. When he discovers what he's facing, I hope he won't cry."

"I won't let him have the chance to cry," the commander said. "That will be the shame of the Dusk Legion."

"Yes, I was wrong." The adjutant bowed and said, "We'll crush all pitiful enemies."

The commander smiled sinisterly, "They think that just some enchanted arrows can resist us. They're really daydreaming. They underestimated the strength of the children of nature. As long as these three wooden puppets still stand…"

In the next moment, a loud bang sounded from the direction of the battlefield. The two elves subconsciously looked over and saw an intense battle on the city wall. Half of the body of a wooden puppet turned into nothingness at a visible speed. It even lost its footing and staggered back. Then, its body collapsed and scattered to the ground. Countless elves fell to the dust.

Stunned expressions appeared on the faces of the two elf officers.

The adjutant hurriedly raised his binoculars. On the city wall, a Cathayan was slashing with an axe in his right hand and shooting continuously with a small weapon like a crossbow in his left. Its speed was shocking. Fire lines flew and smoke filled the air. Blood holes continuously appeared in the bodies of the remaining elf soldiers around him, and they screamed as they fell from the city.

He even saw that guy throw away the weapon in his hand and reach out to block the slash of another elf. In the next moment, the skin of the poor soldier became rough and stiff, and he even grew new buds. It was as if he had been cursed into a plant. It was simply a tragic sight.

In an instant, a realization flashed through his mind.

This Cathayan… must be related to the change in the wooden puppet!

In the next moment, the binoculars in his hand were snatched away. The commander said sternly, "What's going on?!"

He looked at it for a moment and his body shook, "Cathay! Axe! Short hair! Strange weapon! Unheard method! Elras, who are you thinking of?!"

A thought flashed through his mind. The adjutant shouted, "Kang De! Cathayan Kang De!"

Ever since Tina raised the flag in the north of the Empire, she had gathered an army in less than two months. She had countless followers and shocked the world. This little princess of the Tedrell family had already become one of the greatest obstacles for the elves to conquer Goethe.

The information about her was quickly investigated and organized by the long-standing and extremely efficient Elven intelligence department. It was logged into the military report and circulated within the Elven Expeditionary Force. The first was the Glory Sand story. This was one of the reasons why Princess Tina's personality changed drastically. The second was Kang De. Tina claimed that this Cathayan was her husband, and this Cathayan played an extremely important role in Glory Sand Town.

Back then, Kang De did not specially attack the townspeople of Glory Sand Town. There were many witnesses and many things could not be kept secret. The hearts of the frightened townspeople were as thin as paper. Many things were revealed when he asked. Information of everything this Cathayan did was completely displayed in front of people with ulterior motives.

The elf officers in the expeditionary army were even very impressed by this Prince Consort of Goethe and sighed. Even if the ancient Eastern Dynasty had fallen, there was actually such a hero.

When the news returned to the capital of Twilight City, it naturally became the topic of conversation for a week in the upper-class society. This matter even fell into the ears of the Cathayan envoy through the only diplomatic channel. As for what subsequent changes it would trigger, it was unknown… and the elves did not care.

However, now, things were different.

Even if he secretly praised Kang De's ferocious actions, how manly was he to fight a viscounty alone, especially when the Cathayan fought the people of the Empire? It made the latter look even more idiotic and incompetent… However, even so, after the commander recognized Kang De, he made the decision he deserved.

"Order the Twilight Blade to move out and order the mages to cooperate… and capture him alive!"

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