Heaven’s Intention

Before war, there must be temptation.

Although the jihad has not yet fully started. Some local tentative wars have already begun.

These battles before the full-scale outbreak of the holy war could not even be called wars, but just conflicts. In many sea areas, fleets of both sides encountered each other constantly, and then battles were imminent, without exception.

Every day, in a certain place, one or two battles like this happen. Although the scale and influence are not large, they are like thorns, stimulating the nerves of humans and elves all the time. The tense atmosphere is getting more and more serious. It's getting stronger.

The flames of war have spread far and wide.

On this day, in a certain sea area that was originally extremely quiet, an elf fleet suddenly met with a training fleet of the Church of the Lord of Glory.

The crew on the Fuxing is ready to go.

Captain, a human fleet has been spotted ahead! the lookout reported.

Ready to fight. Loyal people of Anion! the captain blurted out.

yes!

The magician is ready immediately, the priest is ready to bless the magic, and the druid is free to choose! The captain continued to order: Notify the flagship and other ships.

Obey! Rolek said in response, representing the magician.

Among a group of mages, he was wearing a cloak, which was particularly noticeable. He was an eighth-level mage, and as a human being, he commanded the elf mages on the ship.

Anion is a strict god, and Rolek has made great achievements many times, so he will naturally be rewarded.

After Anion ignited the divine fire, he vigorously carried out formal training in the elves, and passed down the warrior training system and the magic training system.

In the past five years, the warriors have been reborn, and the number of mages has also increased significantly.

The only flaw in the past was the priest, and now it is basically made up for, but the level is not high now.

Almost at the same time, the human fleet on the opposite side also formed a battle formation.

Beep! The desolate and high-pitched horn blew, almost simultaneously.

no other results,

Fighting can be said to be the only result.

When the two fleets suddenly woke up from the silence, the fierce attack began.

Everyone is ready to attack each other, the roar of the waves, the crash of ships, the sound of swords being drawn. One after another, the attack is about to begin.

Every ten combatants on the side of the Lord of Glory Church are led by knights of level five or above.

These people can all be regarded as elite members of the Church of the Lord of Glory. After a period of special training, they have reached a very powerful level of sea combat.

The most important thing for the people of the elf family is that their lifespan is as high as three hundred years. During their long lifespan, they are good at various combat skills and have accumulated various experiences that humans do not have. No small advantage.

What's more, many elves are good at bows and arrows, spells, and getting close to nature and using natural elements. These talents also have good applications in actual combat.

Group Endurance Fire Element! This is a sixth-level spell, and only mages above level 8 can barely cast the scroll. There is only a flash of light, and there is an extra layer of red light on the hull.

This would neutralize most of the flaming attacks, reducing ship damage.

Fireball. Unleash! With one command, six fireballs blasted towards an approaching human battleship. If Romon was there, he would naturally understand that this was a saturation attack.

Boom! Under such an attack, the ship exploded and broke.

On the sea, lightning beams and ice storms are all scum, and the flame explosion spell is the highest.

For my lord, crossbow team! The human fleet issued an order.

Originally, it was very difficult to use a crossbow on a ship. The reason was simple. Whether it was a bow or crossbow, once it got wet, it would be damaged.

But it is not absolutely unusable, magic maintenance and sealing wax treatment can prolong the life of the crossbow.

Under the jihad, of course all materials are tilted, and they don't care about losses.

Pfft! With an order, the rain-like crossbows flew into the sky, covering the sun.

Ah! Even with light armor, the elves screamed on a deck.

The pastor team is in emergency rescue, ready to take over the ship and fight! The order was issued again.

The warships collided instantly, and both sides took advantage of various advantages. Climb onto the opponent's boat, and below, the soldiers are fighting each other.

The Church of the Lord of Glory has knights on it, but because they are fighting at sea, the heavy armor they wear every day has no upper body. At this time, they are wearing a thin layer of armor, holding long swords in their hands, shining coldly, with A murderous intent.

The elves who were fighting with them became lighter and lighter, and every jump carried the beauty of a natural dance.

Every flash of light will bring a bloody light.

Bloody and beautiful, in their bodies, embodies such a harmony, like a beautiful puzzle, people can't help but be addicted to it.

The war is cruel. In an instant, there are killing sounds everywhere, blood splatters, and corpses lie everywhere.

When the battle finally breaks out, both sides take part in the fight. Whether it was the elves' side or the glorious lord's church side, their hearts were tightened. The momentum of the battlefield alone made them feel a lot of pressure.

When the corpses of companions fell to the ground, when the lives that were still alive just now disappeared into the vast sea in a blink of an eye, no matter whether it was the side of the Church of the Lord of Radiance or the side of the elves, they all could not bear it. I can't help but go crazy. They are all eager to avenge their companions. All eager to kill the enemy.

The battle scene, which was still in hand-to-hand handover, quickly changed.

The priests above the intermediate level of the Church of the Lord of Radiance took the lead in taking action.

My lord, you are glorious and holy, may your protection cover your believers-group blessing! These priests prayed for blessings again.

The sacred radiance shrouded down, and all the fighters of the Lord of Radiance were shrouded in a thin layer of light.

The priest's first responsibility is not to be a fighter, but to bless and heal. Now they can only cast the collective blessing first, so that the blessing of the Lord of Radiance will come to all the injured knights of the Lord of Radiance.

My lord, you are the master of elves, may you grant us a more united perception-group connection technique!

My lord, you are the master of the elves, may you grant us a more fierce fighting spirit - group bravery!

Even if it is a tentative conflict, all elves are precious, and the piety accumulated over a long period of time, and the priests who are exceptionally promoted are also on the frontline battlefield.

The high-pitched chant was a prayer to Anion, and the prayer soon became a reality.

The elves quickly gained more blessings, and most of them were magical arts that were biased towards the field of war.

The battle started again, this time, it was far more vicious and cruel than the previous few times.

A group of humans and elves, all using the most explosive power to fight each other.

Under such circumstances, the situation where both sides died in the battle naturally became more and more serious.

On the surface of the sea, some white things began to float. Those were corpses that fell from the boat one after another. The red liquid polluted the nearby sea water.

Above the sky, there are ugly strange birds that like to eat meat. They were croaking, and they coveted the corpses on the sea. Whether it was the corpses of the elves or the corpses of humans, in their eyes, they were extremely delicious food. But the fighting atmosphere below made them keenly aware of the danger. They didn't dare to go down and eat the corpses easily, let alone approach those fighting.

Their choice is actually right. At this moment, in the sea area below, the elves and humans have long been jealous, and magic blessings are constantly descending, filling up the rapidly fading power in the fighters of both sides. If you go on, you will only become a victim of the other side of this battle.

If this continues, it will turn from a conflict to a real war. The deputy commander of the fleet of the Lord of Glory Church persuaded him. During the fight just now, one arm of the deputy commander was already broken. He was injured, and at this moment, blood was continuously flowing down, and the thin armor was also in dilapidated condition, looking very embarrassed.

Beside him is the commander with red eyes, who doesn't look much better than him.

After listening to his advice, the commander, who had been in a state of agitation, finally suppressed it. Unwillingly, he glanced at the elf on the opposite side, and said viciously, Withdraw!

After the human army hastily retreated, the elves did not continue to attack. Obviously, they also suffered huge casualties because of this battle. Every elf is precious and cannot be consumed like this.

Order the priest to heal immediately. This is the first order. All the priests are starting to heal. As long as they don't die on the spot, they can be saved. Although the healing magic will greatly consume lifespan, it is not enough for the three hundred years of the elf's lifespan. In terms of life, there is still enough life consumption.

Your Excellency Rollek, what do you think of this battle? the captain suddenly asked.

Rolek wore a cloak and a hood to cover everything in it. He was silent for a moment and said, Captain, I think from the current point of view, our side is evenly matched with humans.

From the point of view of hindsight, severe trauma, even if it is treated, will directly affect life. Therefore, our long-term combat strength is superior to that of humans.

This means that a serious injury often loses a few months to a year of life. If this continues, new and old injuries will break out, and the next time will lose more.

In such a battle, even if they are rescued, the soldiers will not be able to withstand several such tosses, and will quickly age and die.

However, due to the long lifespan of elves, the number of tossings is several times higher than that of humans.

It's just that human beings are better than many people. If ten of them die in exchange for one of our elves, they can fight on. The premise is that human beings are the same as anti-magic, and they don't hesitate to pay any price. Rolek said here, keeping his mouth shut.

...You are right, Your Excellency Rolek, after you go ashore this time, please go to the main shrine once, Your Excellency the Archbishop, I will personally meet you. The captain said.

Yes, Captain! Rorek responded respectfully, and stepped aside.

It seems that the training is not enough. Humans are very powerful. At this time, an elf wearing a priest's robe stood on the deck, looking at the human fleet in the distance, and said with a gloomy expression.

Bishop, I think it's not that we haven't trained enough, it's that we lack time. The captain said.

Although Anion began to spread more formal and excellent training methods among the believers once he took office, but after all, time is short, and five years is not enough to bring the elves to a higher level in an all-round way.

Well, that's true, but humans won't give us time. The bishop said with a sigh.

What should we do now? Don't chase them? They killed many of our companions! At this time, an elf beside him said inexplicably.

Our strength is about the same as theirs. If we continue, we will only suffer losses and more comrades will die. The battle between us and humans has not officially started, we must preserve our strength, do you understand? The elf bishop looked at it coldly The speaking elf glanced at it and said reprimandingly.

After he said this, the elf didn't dare to say anything more.

The elf bishop watched the human fleet leave with gloomy eyes, and then ordered: Go back to the island first!

Bishop, then our companions! an elf said hesitantly.

The elf bishop looked over and saw that the elf who spoke was pointing down the boat with a sad face. On the sea, among the floating corpses, one-third of the corpses belonged to their elf clan.

They can give up the corpses of their comrades-in-arms, but we can't. Let's salvage the corpses of our warriors first. The elf bishop breathed out and said.

The people he was referring to were naturally the group of people from the Church of the Lord of Glory who resolutely left.

In fact, after so many companions died, the elf bishop was in a bad mood, but this was war, and no one could stop it from happening, so he had no choice but to accept it.

In fact, the elves did not ignore the dead like the Church of the Lord of Glory did. On the contrary, after hearing the elf bishop let go, they all ran to help, and laboriously lifted the floating elves that fell into the sea. The corpses were salvaged one by one, and they were sadly displayed on the deck.

Go home with the soul of our great warrior, said the elf bishop.

The soul of our greatest warrior, please come home with us! Afterwards, several priests of the elves stepped forward, facing these corpses, and said affectionately: Your heroic spirits will surely die in God's eyes. Immortal in the country.

Seeing this scene, the other elves bowed their heads silently, and said in a low voice, Come home, come home with us.

A sad atmosphere surrounds them, their faces are so serious, and their hearts are also so heavy.

The blood of the warriors will not be shed in vain, we will definitely make humans pay the price! The elf bishop said: Now, let us go back and tell the summary report to the Great Temple.

Yes, let humans pay the price!

Let humans pay the price!

Start the boat and go back to the island! The captain ordered. (!)