"By the way, were the orcs watching you leave? This is very important!" Roland asked Vanerwei hurriedly. Since he could send out dragon knights for reconnaissance, it was not surprising that the orcs had some long-range reconnaissance methods.
Roland's only advantage now was the initiative! Apart from that, he had no other advantages. This war could have been easier to win, but unfortunately, his only war mage was forced to stay behind in Rapid City. The simple-minded people of Lagran were unwilling to leave their city, so someone had to stay behind, and Radil, who excelled at mental detection, was the perfect candidate.
To be honest, Grandpa Radil's ability in field combat is really not as strong as his ability in defending the city. Apart from the forbidden spells, there are really few heavy earth magics with great destructive power.
"Probably not... After all, we moved as soon as our sentinels spotted them, and we moved very quickly! After all, you know, the grassland elves are a wandering elf tribe..." Vanerwei's voice was a little low. Wandering is the deepest pain of every grassland elf.
"I have a bad feeling... After all, with so many of you leaving, there must be some clues." Roland was still worried.
"What do you do with the boats after you cross the river?" Renault, who was traveling side by side with Roland, suddenly came up.
"This..." Vanerwei broke out in a cold sweat. They did not sink those wooden boats, after all, they were just busy running away, but now those wooden boats may have indicated to the orcs the fact that they had been discovered.
"It seems that we can't launch a surprise attack on the Orc camp." Renault said helplessly. He could never have imagined that these elves, who were supposed to be meticulous, would actually forget to deal with the traces left behind.
"Forget it. We didn't expect a surprise attack anyway. It was just an option." Roland waved his hand to signal Renault to stop talking.
"Sorry..." Vanerwei said ashamedly. Perhaps this action of theirs would cause huge casualties to both armies in a few days.
"Forget it. You all just wanted to escape. Who would care about those ferries?" Roland comforted him.
"Caslo, tell the infantrymen behind to stop and rest!" Roland looked at the sky and saw that the sun had already set in the west. The sunset glowed like blood, casting a bright red on everyone's armor...
"Crackle!" At night, everyone settled down on a mound. The tower shields of the conscripted light infantry were smashed into the ground to form a semicircular shield wall to block the wind. Everyone huddled behind the shield wall and lit a bonfire to keep warm. The knights huddled together with their horses. Because the night in the wilderness was very dangerous, no one took off their armor.
"By the way, why did you equip the light infantry with tower shields?" Roland only now realized that the light infantry were not holding dwarven iron shields, but wooden tower shields with iron edging.
"After training, I found that they are better off using wooden tower shields. They weigh the same as iron cross shields, but their defense range is half as large. For light infantry, they can effectively improve their survivability." Renault said while chewing on hard black bread and spitting out bread crumbs.
"But this thing's defense isn't as good as an iron shield!" Roland still preferred iron armor.
"Um... Don't you know what their level is? Or the simple and crude wooden tower shield is more suitable for them..." Renault muttered softly.
"That's right..." Roland felt a headache when he thought of their initial performance. They happened to be the main force in this battle. Only if they could withstand the counterattack of the orcs would they have a chance to turn the tables.
"Caslo, Renault, tell me honestly what their current situation is." Roland said with a dark face.
"...At least I won't be a deserter." Renault thought for a long time and finally came up with this sentence.
"Thank you so much...but you just can't get over the deserter thing?" Roland cried inwardly with tears streaming down his face.
"Haha, that's great." Roland laughed dryly.
"Sir Van Erwei, may I ask what professions the members of your clansmen belong to?" Roland wanted to know how mixed the army under his command was.
"Everyone is a ranger!" Vanerwei said proudly.
"Pah!" Roland slapped him on the head. Don't the elves have a proper front line? Besides archers, they have rangers or mages. The only Moon Deer Cavalry they can use are rangers and archers riding Moon Deer!
"Forget it, I'll lie down!" Roland took a deep breath and lay down on the blanket.
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"System sign-in!" The first thing Roland did after opening his eyes was to sign in.
"Sign-in successful! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the Holy Sword of the Elf - Manikati!"
"Damn it! What's the use of giving me the Holy Sword of the Elves?" Roland almost vomited blood. This thing was the holy sword of the elves. It was useless for him to use it as an ordinary weapon. In terms of sharpness, it was almost the same as the Dragon Slaying Sword. In terms of power, he could not activate it. After all, only the power of the elves could activate this flaming sword. For Roland, it was just a useless thing!
"Huh?" Roland noticed that Vanerwei's sword was not very sophisticated, and immediately found the owner of the sword.
"By the way, Lord Vanerwei gives you this sword. I hope it will be helpful to you." Roland took out the Manicati from the system space and handed it to Vanerwei.
Van Erwei raised his eyebrows. "Wow, space equipment? I didn't realize this unassuming lord had quite a background!" After taking the Manikati, Van Erwei casually drew his longsword. The moment he infused it with battle energy, the blade of the longsword suddenly ignited with blazing flames, and rich fire magic energy wrapped around the blade.
"Is this the holy sword of the elves?" Vanerwei's face changed, and he instantly felt that this sword was a perfect match for him.
"Well! The Holy Sword of Fiery Flame - Manicati! I hope you will be satisfied with this gift." Roland smiled. After all, he did not have any elves under his command. This thing could only be an indestructible sword in his hand. It would be better to give it to an elf who could bring out his combat power.
"This is too precious..." Vanerwei stopped supplying his fighting spirit, reluctantly put the sword back into the scabbard and handed it to Roland.
"It is very valuable, but in my hands it can only bury its glory! If you feel sorry for it, just use it to kill a few more orcs to repay me." Roland gently pushed the sword back. Now that the war is about to begin, every bit of combat power improvement may affect the subsequent battle situation.
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"It's only a day and a half's journey left! We'll reach the Red Water River!" Van Erwei acted as a guide, holding up the map in his hand and speaking to Roland.
"Everyone, take a break! Let the knights in front stop their reconnaissance and take a break!" Roland said to the Badaniyan archer riding a warhorse beside him.
"King! It's bad!" Suddenly, smoke and dust billowed in the distance. Roland clearly saw that it was the Holy Knights led by Renault. Renault took the lead, waving his arms and shouting.
"What's wrong?" Roland asked, grabbing Renault's horse.
"The half... the half-orc army! Coming... coming!" he said breathlessly.
The army led by Roland and the Orcs led by Oroville unexpectedly met! In this nameless wasteland, a war that will determine the fate of the North is about to begin...
