Elf Kingdom: Game of the World Tree-Chapter 378 - 361: Brin’s Regret

In situations where high-level forces did not appear, and the middle to low-level forces were evenly matched, wars in the Underworld generally lasted for a long time.

Perhaps before the allied reinforcements arrived, the possibility of the Silent Castle Alliance successfully defending Blade City was still in question.

But when the players joined the war as fresh troops, the war that was initially tilted toward the Dark Alliance quickly returned to balance.

Of course, the overall strength of the players was not considered high, and there was not even a single expert above the silver rank. Such strength was not enough to completely reverse the situation...

However, at the current time when Segus Magic just started to recover, and the main forces of various races were still at the Black Iron Rank, having the players take on the pressure of the front lines was already more than sufficient.

At least... for now, it was.

And so, a long seesaw battle began on the walls of Blade City.

The Dark Alliance’s Undead Soldiers, which had been accumulated over many years, charged wave after wave toward Blade City, attempting to deplete the opposition’s strength step by step.

Melee combat had always been the undead’s most potent method.

And from the half-air of the underground cave, one would see a breathtaking scene...

The undead swarmed around Blade City, which shimmered with defensive Divine Arts, like a tide. They marched in orderly steps, charging under the command of the Death Knights toward the majestic city walls.

Subsequently, these cold undead climbed the ladders set up, like ants, to the walls to engage in combat with the defenders on the walls.

And on top of the walls, the crowd clearly divided into two parts.

One was the Undead Army climbing up the walls via the ladders, and the other was an odd alliance consisting of elves, Dwarves, and underground dwarves.

They slaughtered each other on the walls, and the combat was incredibly fierce.

There were flashes of blades and shadows of swords, arrows flying everywhere.

The sounds of angry roars, loud laughter, screams, and the shattering of skeletons mixed together... terribly chaotic yet maintaining a sort of peculiar balance.

Neither side could completely drive the other from the walls, and so they remained in a stalemate.

From time to time, undead would be pushed off the walls, and likewise, defenders would fall down outside the walls...

Of course, if one observed carefully, one would notice that most of those who fell off the walls were the supporting elves...

These warriors who came from the ground world as reinforcements had completely replaced the soldiers of the Silent Alliance, becoming the main force in the defense battle.

Perhaps... in numbers, they were not as many as the Dwarves and underground dwarves, but they were often at the forefront.

Of course, they also had the highest death ratio.

The walls were already heaped with dry bones, the remains of the destroyed Undead Soldiers.

These bones were long devoid of vitality, so a certain great being merely used the ability hidden in an elf to absorb the undead Soul Fire and then no longer dealt with these useless piles of bones.

Instead, some elves, whose thoughts were unknown, collected a lot while muttering about how excellent the materials were...

As the war continued, the defenders of the Silent Alliance grew increasingly admired by these elven allies who participated in battle.

The Underworld was quite chaotic, and in a place of chaos, only the strong were respected.

Perhaps these elves did not have high individual strength, but as a whole, they exhibited unity, fearlessness, bravery, and even a willingness to sacrifice life to destroy enemies. Such greatness shocked these underground residents!

In the future, it’s better not to easily provoke these strange elves; being their friend is far better than being their enemy...

After witnessing the madness of these elves, this idea had become common knowledge among the city’s defenders.

However, what surprised, then shocked, then terrified, and finally numbed the defenders was that no matter how many of these elves died, newcomers would replace them shortly afterward.

These mysterious reinforcements from the ground seemed endless, much like the roaches and rats of the Underworld...

Moreover... as time passed, their numbers continued to increase.

Nevertheless, the later reinforcements were generally not strong, and it was obvious they lacked combat experience, looking very much like fledglings.

But even so, they, like their tribal predecessors, excitedly shouted and howled as they rushed into the battlefield...

Of course, their death rate was even higher.

And in this bizarre situation, the soldiers of the Silent Alliance gradually found themselves marginalized from the war.

They had almost become onlookers to the war, apart from lending a hand to the elves...

This war lasted for three days and nights.

Brin, the chief of Blade City, who had promised rewards to the elves, experienced a mix of pain and joy as the war went on.

The joy was because, with the support of the elves, Blade City seemingly could be defended.

And the pain was realizing that he might have underestimated the cost of his promise...

"Tuck, have you finished the statistics?"

Brin stood near the Teleportation Array, looking expressionlessly at the underground dwarf responsible for tallying and paying rewards, and asked.

The underground dwarf, holding a thick stack of books, wiped the sweat from his head and said,

"Chief... the statistics are out. After handing out the armor and weapons from our stockpile, many elves who joined the war still insisted on being compensated with equipment. Over the past three days, we owe a total of 13,184 sets of Black Iron equipment..."

Brin, ...

Upon hearing this outrageous number, the chief of Blade City felt a darkness before his eyes and a bit dizzy...

He took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and asked again with a trembling voice,

"What about gold coins then?"

The statistician dwarf swallowed nervously.

He hesitated for a moment, then said with difficulty,

"A set of fine Black Iron equipment can be substituted with 300 gold coins, and over the past three days... we’ve paid out a total of 18,580,000 gold coins..."

Brin, ...

Upon hearing this number, the young chief felt a sweetness in his throat and nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood...

*Even though he had witnessed the elves pouring in like a tide over these past few days, and he had become numb from the shock, hearing this number still caused a wrenching pain in his heart.*

million gold coins!

That was 18 million gold coins!

Blade City’s annual fiscal revenue was only 3 million!

This meant that the savings of six entire years had vanished in just three days!

Of course, the terrifying number of supporting elves represented by this figure was also shocking...

If calculated, plus the initial 8,000 sets of equipment, the elves had sent out nearly 80,000 in total!

And now, the number of elves fighting on the walls was roughly 15,000, meaning 65,000 had died.

They hadn’t even left behind bodies...

Where did so many fearless elves come from?

Turning the entire Segis World upside down still couldn’t produce such numbers, right?!

Brin’s mind was filled with doubt.

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At this moment, Brin practically wanted to travel back three days ago to beat the half-dead self who easily made promises...

Regret...

*Oh, how greatly he regretted it!*

*Such a massive fortune, even for the wealthy Blade City, producing it at once was beyond damaging.*