The atmosphere in the conference room was very depressing.

Among the elves of Eriber, including administrative officials to military officers, from nobles to civilians, all those in the city gathered together. This was originally a small indoor square, which was usually used when Prince Berland had a major matter publicly released to his subjects. But at this moment, the prince was no longer there.

The final news came at dusk and the worst news. The heads on the stake outside the Dark Elf Army camp have been confirmed by the shadow warriors. It was indeed Prince Berland and his sons. There was no hope for this matter. The only thing now is to choose between fighting and retreat.

If you choose to fight, you are sure to be sure, but you also have a lot of concerns. First of all, the real strength of the dark elves, how many enemy troops are outside the city, whether they have reinforcements - and the most critical question, where did they come from? The main forces of the Phoenix King and the Shenwu Elves have surrounded the dark elves who invaded through the portal in a narrow area; and the elite navy that the elves are proud of has always strictly guarded the defense line at the sea, which is enough to prevent the dark elves from trying to use the naval transport troops to land. From a certain logic, it is impossible for the dark elves to assemble a unit of such a size at this time, suddenly appear in Irebe and prepare to launch an attack.

If it was a dark elves team composed of thirty or fifty members, then they could naturally land in a Clipper, or find a small patrol loophole on the front line to drill out - that was not surprising. But this was a medium-sized legion composed of thousands of warriors!

Prince Berland's death was actually the result of this rational inference. When he took his sons to set off with the transport team, he only brought about a hundred guards by his side. Although these guards were brave and loyal, courage could not replace the overwhelming number advantage.

The meeting quickly entered the agenda, and the red tape greetings were now purely redundant. Soon, the hosts of several meetings introduced the situation and then came a core topic, how to face the current dilemma.

If Ashu Rufat was present, he would probably be surprised. In fact, there is no essential difference between the elves and humans. Because after this issue was raised, the venue was quickly divided into two factions, the pro-war faction and the retreat faction (of course, unlike humans, there is no lord or surrender faction, because the blood feud between the two sides has long been as deep as the sea, and there is no possibility of compromise). Most administrative officials advocate retreat, while most officers advocate a defensive battle and are waiting for reinforcements sent by the Phoenix King.

The reasons for both sides are also sufficient. The main battle clearly states that the difference in military strength between the two sides is not too great. It emphasizes that relying on the help of city defense fortifications, the existing military strength alone is enough to stop the enemy's attack. In addition, the Phoenix King may send reinforcements at any time. At that time, attack from front and back, and those who are in bad condition will become dark elves.

Of course, the party who thinks that the retreating side also has arguments. First of all, the enemy in front of him is likely not equal to the entire enemy's strength. Since the enemy can quietly send a force of thousands of people here, they can undoubtedly repeat this trick again. The dark elves are indeed difficult to capture Irebe with their military strength of three thousand, but what about 6,000 or 9,000? Irebe is a harbor city and can still retreat by boat. Once the enemy launches a siege, it is not too difficult to block the harbor with large weapons. Besides, the power comparison that the main war faction just made was not rigorous, because they simply compared the number of soldiers, but forgot a key factor. At this time, Irebe did not have a general to command the soldiers.

In fact, it is not only elves or humans, but any race is the same. A person without a head cannot coordinate his limbs. Without a commander, an army cannot even fight. The death of the greenskins is usually equivalent to the collapse of the entire army immediately; humans or elves are not that exaggerated, but if the commander is really killed on the battlefield, it will immediately cause great panic, and the good situation will be immediately lost. Without Prince Berland to take charge of the overall situation, who can say that he can rely on his existing military power to resist the fierce attack of the dark elves?

"If there was another prince in the city at this time, he might be able to be elected as commander. But Eriber did not have another prince." An official who advocated retreat said loudly.

"Wait," suddenly, an officer stood out from the crowd and came to the podium. "We have a prince in our city," he said loudly to everyone.

Someone recognized

"Impossible. There is no other prince in the city."

"It wasn't yesterday, but today a prince has entered the city." Another voice came from the crowd. When he appeared, the elves around him unconsciously avoided it. Although he did not bring weapons, he could tell from his outfit that he was a shadow warrior.

Not every elves can accept these "unreliable" and "connected with dark elves". Although there are not none of them, there are really few elves who can look at them without doubt.

...

"Master, hurry up." Carrie urged in his mind. "We must read these books on history, wars, and customs as soon as possible. These are the guarantees for our future activities in the Elf Kingdom. The library is about to close."

"I know." Ashu Rufate picked up a new book. For Carrie, it might be reading and absorbing new knowledge, but for him, it was just a boring and boring book review.

Eriber's library is open to anyone - but because he is not a resident of the city, Ashu Rufate cannot borrow the books.

It must be said that elves really have a lot of books. Their writing origins were very early, and since the elves got out of ignorance, they have been recording history in words. Although Eriber is a port city, living in trade, not famous for academic, knowledge and art, the collections in the library are also very considerable. Now Carrie no longer reads all the books as she used to be, but reads them selectively.

"Master, take that book over there, "on the difference between language and artistic style." Carrie reminded.

"The difference between language and artistic style..." Ashu Rufate took off a book from the heights and muttered in his stomach. It seems that the elves are really too long and leisurely to write such boring things into a book?

With the cooperation of Ashu Rufate, Carrie finished reading this book in a few seconds.

"It's very good, master, please take down the 'customs, laws and dynasty blood' over there."

Ashu Rufat sighed, put the book at hand back, and did as Carrie said.

At this time, more than one elves were watching him. Because the war was approaching and the number of guests in the library was very small, their attention was also very eye-catching.

They were initially curious about Ashu Rufate's body shape and clothing (this is because Ashu Rufate found it difficult to buy a piece of clothing that suits his body shape and must be customized), and then began to whisper about what he did. Perhaps the elves had never seen a visitor who flipped books in this way in the library. In fact, their curiosity was very normal. If Ashu Rufate changed his position, he would be curious about seeing such a weird-behaved guy.

A tall elf came to Ash Rufat. He was wearing the daily elf's outfit—that is, a white robe hanging to his heels. Although there was no other ornament on the robe, this shiny spotless white fabric itself had a simplicity and no decoration. The elf had long golden hair and a silver-white hairband on his forehead.

"Friend." The elf spoke. What made Ash Rufate a little depressed was that he could not tell whether the elf was a man or a woman. This is not his fault. In the eyes of humans, the appearance of these elves is a neutral beauty, and their gender characteristics are not particularly obvious. If we cannot analyze it from the difference in clothing (Ash Rufate discovered that the elves were dressed very similarly after entering the city). It is really difficult to judge the gender of an elf by a human.

"Is there anything I need help?" Ashu Rufate answered the other party in the most polite tone.

"Friend, have you been interested in any book here?" asked the elf.

"I'm looking for it." Ash Rufate replied. From the corner of his eyes, he saw other elves - because there were few guests at this time, so he could see clearly - he was leaving his previous position and heading towards the exit of the room.

Is something happening? But no suspicious traces were found, and no suspicious figures appeared outside the window. At least Ashu Rufate did not see any armed warriors. But this does not mean anything. There are many magicians among the elves...

"It's time to close the library." The elf replied politely. "It's time for you to leave!"

...

"Master, you're too nervous!" Carrie seemed to be smiling in his mind. "Elf is quite polite and will not search you so easily - even if your figure is very different from that of ordinary elf."

He walked on the street and covered his figure with his cloak (that is, the one seized from Carl). Although the clouds of war were already very thick, there was no special situation in the city at this moment. In the market, some elves were selling goods. Before, Ashrufate had tried very hard to buy a piece of clothing that elves wore every day, but in the end he failed because of the difference in figure. In the parks and fountains on the street, some poets were reciting their works or playing a song. Among them, they performed well often attracted a group of tourists to stop and watch. There was a group of soldiers passing by on the street, but there was no atmosphere like facing a great enemy.

Ashu Rufate guessed that it was because the news of Prince Berland being killed was blocked in time.

"Let's go back." Carrie said in her mind. "We have gained a lot today."

“The harvest is huge?”

"Well, that's right, I already have a plan..." Carrie's voice came to an abrupt end, because a whole group of soldiers were walking towards Ashu Rufate. This was not a group of passing patrol soldiers, but was targeting Ashu Rufate.

"Are you supposed to be Ashu Rufate?" asked the leading soldier. Ashu Rufate knew that even if he wanted to deny it, it would be useless, because his body, which was very different from ordinary elf, was the best evidence. So he nodded.

This group of soldiers... about twenty. Ashu Rufate was sure that if he wanted to escape, then these soldiers would not be able to stop him. It took only a few minutes to eliminate all the elves who were obviously not ready for battle.
Chapter completed!