"But only you can change all this!" Roland urged earnestly.
"We have suffered heavy losses. Three thousand years of training have only given us the ability to protect ourselves. I'm sorry, I don't have the ability to join the war..." Iovia was determined not to join the war.
"Your Highness Iovia, the Star Dragon is not invincible. The dragon of the barrier always has its own weaknesses. The star barrier cannot withstand an attack that is too powerful." Roland spread his hands helplessly. If soft tactics didn't work, he had to use hard tactics.
"As far as I know, Sauron has gained the loyalty of a group of demon dragons, and he also has the hellish siege hammer Grond. Do you think this barrier can stop them? I admit that you are a qualified lord and you don't want your people to be caught up in the war, but you also have no way to retreat. Sooner or later you will be targeted by Sauron, unless you think you can withstand Sauron's army alone." Roland had no choice but to drop this bombshell.
Seeing Iowa's silence, he struck again, "When you are the only ones left, you will face the orcs alone. Thingrid will be destroyed in battle! Your people will wail and cry in the flames! Is this what you want to see?"
"How dare you!" Peter Gro stood up and slammed the table. Facing the aggressive Roland, Peter Gro felt that his king was insulted.
"What? Am I wrong, Mr. Dragon Knight?" Roland said calmly.
"You!" Peter Gro was suddenly speechless.
"Forget it! Renault, let's go. I hope King Iovia can resist those orcs alone after we are destroyed." Roland stood up, bowed, called Renault behind him, and prepared to turn around and leave.
"Wait! Tell me about your plan." Iovia's cold voice came from behind Roland.
After hearing this, Roland, who had turned away, smiled. He slowly turned his head and said, "Sorry, we have no other plans except to fight, unless you think we have the ability to forcefully attack Gambada Fortress or Dogordo."
"Has the situation really become this serious?" In Iovia's opinion, these kingdoms outside can at least organize an army of nearly 20,000 people.
"The truth is, the combined forces of Ilubor, the Woodland Kingdom, the Lagrande Kingdom, the River Valley, the Losenniel City, and the Iron Hills only make up an army of about 8,000 people, and that's all the soldiers we have." Roland shrugged, looking helplessly at the bewildered Star Elf.
"The chances of our winning are slim..." Peter Gro suddenly spoke up.
"Yes, but if we do nothing, there will be no chance of winning!" Roland walked up to him and stared into his eyes.
"You're right!" Iovia rubbed her sore eyes and confirmed Roland's words. He didn't expect that after three thousand years, the kingdom outside had become so weak.
"Excuse me, how many elven soldiers are there in the Kingdom of Singri now..." Roland said with a strange expression, as if he had thought of something.
Iovia waved her hand to Peter Gro, indicating that she could tell them. Peter Gro said shyly, "About three thousand elven soldiers..."
"..." Roland's eyes twitched. After all, they were a hidden faction, so why were they so disrespectful? After all, they had tens of thousands of elf soldiers in the game, so why were they so shabby in real life?
"But our army is composed of third-level professions!" Peter Gro said proudly when he mentioned this.
"Damn it!" Roland widened his titanium dog eyes. An army of three thousand level three professionals... that was simply an orc harvester!
"What are their professions?" Roland asked anxiously.
"One thousand intermediate rangers, one thousand sharpshooters, and one thousand elite swordsmen!" Iovia listed them one by one.
"Fuck! There's not even a proper front line!" Roland thought to himself. Not to mention the marksman, this one is definitely ranged damage. The Elf Ranger also focuses on ranged attacks, and his melee ability is very weak (relatively). This Elf Swordsman is just a joke!
What's your impression of a swordsman? Like the heavily armored, tanky frontline warriors like the Dorwinion Heavy Swordsman. But what about the elven swordsman? Their frailty aside, they're still effective as frontline warriors, but the swordsmen of the Star Elves are truly outrageous! They don't wield swords! They wield moon blades!
Do you know what a moon blade is? It's that giant crescent-shaped blade with a handle at its center! The key is that it's meant to be thrown around! Basically, it's a giant boomerang... What kind of defense do you expect them to have?
"Sure enough! The front row ultimately relies on humans and dwarves..." Roland slapped himself on the head and was speechless.
There is a reason why the Star Elves do this. Their population is small and they cannot afford the consumption of frontal positional warfare. Naturally, their choice of troops tends to be long-range and medium-range troops that are suitable for guerrilla kite tactics.
However, Roland still wanted to ask the star elves, is it really polite to call the pitcher carrying a giant boomerang a swordsman?
"So... you can't fight alone?" Roland looked at Iovia and Peter Gro with a strange expression. If this group of mid-range and long-range troops were deployed, they could instantly launch a terrifying attack on the orcs, but once they were mixed up in close combat... that would be another story. Unfortunately, the orcs were just outnumbered.
"Well, actually we can fight the dragon knight!" Iovia said blushing.
"I understand..." Roland sighed to the sky.
He had thought the Woodland Elves' melee and ranged troop ratio was already exaggerated, but he hadn't expected the Star Elves to be even more extreme...
"We need to leave enough people to protect the barrier, so even if we go into battle, we can only send out 2,000 people!" Iovia said after a moment of silence. After all, the war had not yet reached her, and she still had to defend the crystal.
"I understand." Roland nodded. He knew the deepest secret of Singari: a Star Well! Like other elves who worshipped the Moon Goddess and the Goddess of Nature, the Star Elves originally worshipped the Goddess of Nature. Back then, the Star Well was the Sunwell, a source of magical power that endowed the elves with strength and longevity. Without the well, the elves would gradually die out. When the Singari elves converted to the Goddess of the Stars, the Sunwell was blessed and transformed into the Star Well. Thus, the world's first and only Star Well was born.
"When will they arrive?" Iovia's calm exterior concealed a deep sense of violence. This was completely unlike his previous indifference. It was clear that he hated Sauron and his minions to the core.
"Probably next spring! They won't let us sow and farm in peace." Roland said quietly.
"Hmm..." Iovia fell into deep thought.
"Peter! Gather all the archers and rangers! Bring enough supplies! Let's go to the Long Lake first and wait for those bastards to arrive!" A cold light flashed in Iovia's eyes. He didn't want to miss the opportunity to fight, so he decided to lead his people to wait for the arrival of the orcs in advance. His scimitar couldn't wait to drink the blood of the orcs.
"Tell my people that I will seal off the entire Singari after I leave. If you don't see me after the seal is lifted... then I will have returned to the embrace of the stars!" Iovia smiled and stood up from the throne. He pushed open the door of the hall and took out a blood-stained horn from his arms.
"Father, I am about to follow your path again..." Iovia's eyes sparkled with a glittering light.
"Since the night has fallen, we will be the only light in the night!"
The sound of the horn spread throughout the corners of Singari.