Elf Kingdom: Game of the World Tree-Chapter 371 - 354 Elf Army

Since someone was willing to provide equipment, the players naturally were happy to join the battle without their gear!

After all, binding equipment required contribution points, and multiple war missions had proven that such large-scale battles were most damaging to equipment.

If they could use the Dwarven plain equipment, they were certainly willing to avoid using the special-effect equipment they worked hard to exchange for.

If not for the fact that the effect bonuses provided by the weapons from the exchange shop were quite important, many people were even planning not to bring any weapons at all and just use the Dwarven ones.

As for those fully armed players, most of them had drawn equipment with the [Tenacity] effect or simply had equipment with a golden legendary rating.

This type of equipment was ridiculously durable and not afraid of the turmoil of a great battle.

Of course, some players wished to ensure their strength in the war, so they brought equipment to join the fight.

This sort of thing, Brin naturally did not know about.

At this very moment, he only felt very disappointed by the reinforcements.

However, with things as they were, nothing could change.

At least... they had come.

Moreover, since the Death God had already issued an oracle, she must have... certainly taken it into account.

Brin sighed, using various reasons to comfort himself while calling the Dwarves and Gnomes to distribute the already prepared equipment to the arriving elves.

This was a promise from the True God, and they naturally wouldn’t violate it.

There were not many elves teleporting over, but the teleportation was ongoing.

However, Brin estimated that the number of elves should not be too many, and eight thousand sets of improved equipment were more than enough.

What surprised him a bit was that among the elves coming to support, there were quite a few female elves, many of whom were even warriors.

The proportion of Elf Spellcasters was particularly high as well, almost making up about a third.

This was somewhat awkward, as the equipment they had prepared was mostly strength-based...

Nonetheless, these elves didn’t seem to care too much; it seemed that as long as equipment was provided, it was good enough for them.

He indirectly asked one of the Elf Mages, who told him that he didn’t care what the equipment was because he himself didn’t lack any equipment.

And the equipment he got, he planned to treat as a reward to sell after the war ended.

Hearing this, Brin finally felt that these elves were a bit like elves.

*How silly, surviving the war is still uncertain, what’s the use of equipment to the dead?*

He shook his head slightly.

And just as the Dwarves and Gnomes were distributing equipment to the elves, suddenly... a dull roaring sound echoed from outside the city.

The sound was like a buffalo, with a sense of bloodthirsty excitement, echoing for a long time in the Underworld’s caves...

It was the roar of the subterranean monsters.

Subterranean monsters were a common mount in the Underworld, and because of their extremely loud roars, the armies of the Dark Territory’s city-states often used them as signals.

And in the Dark Alliance’s army, their shouts were also a kind of command—

The enemy was preparing to attack again.

As soon as the roar faded, more bursts of angry shouting came from afar, and the ground of Blade City started to tremble...

The army was on the move.

Having heard the warning sound and feeling the vibrations of the ground, the residents of Blade City turned pale, and the Dwarves and Gnomes who were watching the excitement near the Teleportation Array scattered, hiding away.

"It’s the Dark Alliance’s attack signal, they are going for another round of siege!"

Brin’s expression was solemn.

At the same time, he noticed that the elves suddenly shook in unison, almost all of them stopping their actions at the same moment, instantly looking toward the direction outside the city.

Unlike the apparently nervous Silent Alliance soldiers, these elves instantly became excited.

Their sharp eyes, as if transformed, flickered with excitement:

"Haha! Is it going to start!"

"Grab your gear! I thought we were going to be AFK like last time!"

"Quickly notify those not online! Get them here fast! There are too few people now! Don’t crash!"

"Guild up! Guild up! The Autobot Guild’s guild is forming!"

"Mengmeng Committee’s guild is forming! Join Little Xian Miao! Freelancers welcome! Lots of Druid girls, guaranteed healing!"

"Big shots, stop just forming teams! Get on the battlefield channel now! Brother Mu is calling us to the battlefield channel for commands!"

"Coming, coming!"

They used terms Brin didn’t understand and quickly sprang into action, causing chaos in front of the Death God Temple.

At the same time, Brin noticed this chaos was only temporary...

These undisciplined elves seemed to be adjusting something, and after a moment of chaos, they suddenly became orderly, as if they’d all received some sort of unified command without anyone orchestrating them, beginning to form ranks.

Though still not very professional, there was obvious order...

Not only that, but their high morale was almost written on their faces, and many were shouting with excitement, as if they weren’t about to face a battle with potential death at any moment but rather a bloodthirsty celebration...

Watching these suddenly transformed elves, Brin was slightly frightened.

*Were they really the elves who hated war and loved peace?*

At this moment, four elves whose equipment was noticeably more luxurious than those around them walked over, three men and one woman.

Their strength among the supporting elves was exceptional, all at Black Iron Upper, except one warrior who seemed to have just broken through, while the rest were strong with their aura, clearly at the peak of Black Iron Rank.

Of course, this strength still wasn’t much in the eyes of Brin, who was at silver mid-rank, but in warfare, individual strength sometimes wasn’t significant.

Especially in the Underworld’s siege battles.

The four elves subtly followed a Druid’s lead, who came to Brin, bowed slightly, and then seriously said,

"Hello, my name is Li Mu, I am the commander of the Elf Army here to assist you, could you tell us what your side requires us to do in this war?"

Elf Army?

Brin was momentarily stunned, and his expression became equally solemn.

He suddenly felt that perhaps he had underestimated these elves before.

"How many of you are there exactly?"

He first asked a question he was very curious about.

The elf who called himself Li Mu grinned at the corner of his mouth, his eyes glancing up to the right before he laughed, saying,

"Currently, there are 1,643 people teleported over, but... this is just the vanguard. There are many, many more to come. I cannot give you an exact number, but it will be enough to secure the victory."

Li Mu’s answer left Brin slightly unsatisfied, but seeing him and the eager elves behind him, the chief of Blade City thought for a bit and said,

"This time, we are defending. The battle will primarily take place on the city walls. We hope you can collaborate with our warriors to hold off the enemy’s assault on the walls."

Hearing his words, Li Mu nodded,

"I understand. Additionally, considering more elves will join later, we hope your side can promptly ensure logistics. We... might need a lot of equipment."

"Don’t worry, what Blade City lacks least is equipment!"

Brin waved his hand carelessly.

"That’s good to hear."

Li Mu smiled.

After speaking, he bowed again to Brin, then beckoned, leading the many excited, howling elves in a torrent towards the direction of Blade City’s walls...