Bright Moon Fairy King

"Hooray! We succeeded!"

"Hahahaha, we successfully created this magical weapon."

Looking at the cheering elf craftsmen, Orovel smiled and nodded.

Since then, Huiyue City has possessed powerful weapons beyond this era.

In the area further north from the City of Bright Moon, there is a rarely populated northern wasteland area. Deep in the northern wasteland, there is a large area of ​​ancient primeval forest. It is clearly daytime, but the forest is pitch black, and the sunlight It is impossible to enter the forest through the canopy of layers of leaves.

The wind was howling, and the dark clouds were swept across the sky, as if a storm was about to come.

A seductive female voice sounded deep in the dark forest: "Welcome allies to Middle-earth~" Deep in the depths, there was a huge door. The door did not have a door panel in the traditional sense, but a light curtain. Covering it, the light curtain appeared in a spiral shape. After the seductive voice fell, tall figures walked out of the light curtain...

Time passed quickly, and five years passed quickly——

For ordinary people in Shou Ding, five years may be one-tenth or one-tenth of their life.

But for elves with eternal lifespan, it is just a small fragment in a long time.

In five years, the City of Bright Moon was built very well. During this period, the elves who visited it all marveled at its miracles. They called it the Tirion of Middle-earth.

It attracts many Silvan and Nandor elves who live alone in the wild without the rule of other elven kings.

During the five years, Thranduil visited frequently and learned many equipment techniques from Oroviel.

Thranduil raised the level of the entire Woodland Kingdom's military equipment several times, and with the smelting and forging technology given to them by Ioroviel, they made exquisite armor.

It is worth mentioning that since the war five years ago, the elves who were living outside were no longer lone rangers. They saw the terror of the orc army. They could not defend their homeland alone, so the elves in the north The elves had a great fusion.The scattered gathering places of elves all gathered towards Huiyue City and the Woodland King's Capital.

Thranduil's people originally suffered heavy losses in that battle, but they were also a blessing in disguise. They gained many new subjects, replenished their troops, and expanded the army to [-].

Thanks to Orovel, whose ideas were far ahead of this era, he knew very well that what was fought in ancient wars was population, economy and military. Both economy and military were easy to handle, but this population was a bit troublesome. The race of elves was born with That is, they are frigid, or they have a lot of time. They do not need to rely on children because they will not grow old.Naturally there is no such pressure.

So Orovel issued a policy that the population must be increased. Nuoda's Bright Moon City was empty, and the space occupied by 50 Bright Moon elves only occupied less than one-tenth.In these five years, [-] elven children were born. They will become adults in [-] years and become the new blood of the City of Bright Moon.

In the northern wasteland near Erub, heavy snow is falling.The green virgin forest was dyed white.

"Hu-hu-hu"

Diage took heavy steps, and his legs were like lead and he was struggling towards the City of the Bright Moon.

He was a Silvan elf, the leader of a small elf gathering. At this moment, his face was red from the cold.

The slightly thin cotton-padded clothes on his body were unable to protect him from the howling cold wind. The cold wind could easily pass through the thin cotton-padded clothes and blow on his body.

Diage touched the chain mail on his body. The outside of the chain mail was already covered with a thick layer of ice. Fortunately, the chain mail was covered outside the cotton coat.

Although he could not completely resist the cold wind, it would not make him linger on the edge of death.

Diage looked back with difficulty in the biting cold wind.

The queue of only 200 people was extremely long.His people did not have enough cotton-padded clothes to keep out the cold.Just a moment ago another elf arrived.

The elf fell into the cold snow. Soon the heavy snow will gradually cover his body like a quilt, and the snow-white earth and the swirling university will become his coffin and cemetery.

Diage gritted his teeth to hold back his sadness and tears, and shouted loudly: "Everyone, walk faster!"

"The monsters that destroyed our home will soon be upon us. Move on!"

"Leader Diage, leave us alone and leave quickly. You must spread this news to our fellow tribesmen."

"Come with us, we'll drag you down"

Several elves shivered in the cold wind, shouting to him with trembling bodies.

"There are only leaders who die in battle to protect their people. There are no leaders who abandon their people and run away alone just to survive."

Diag is a poor elf lord with a small village of three hundred Silvan elves as his subjects.

Although the village is poor, they work together and still live happily.

But this tearful but beautiful life was completely broken that day. They were some monsters with animal heads and human shapes. They had never seen such monsters before.

They move quickly and are several times more powerful than the orcs in combat. Due to the poverty of the village, their equipment is very backward, coupled with the large number of these orcs.

The elves in Diag Village suffered heavy casualties. After losing more than 100 compatriots, they escaped in great embarrassment. This was a monster that had never been seen in Middle-earth. It was really scary.If the fully armed elf warriors can successfully destroy 10 orcs, then these monsters also have half the combat power of the elf warriors.