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The flames of war are approaching

  Volume 1: The Most Absurd War Two: Approaching Flames of War

  Manas Northern Territory Arctic Port Colony June 1990

  Heavy rain poured down recklessly, washing the earth thoroughly. The dense raindrops made people feel suffocated, as if they were about to

  It's about to be flooded by the big water. From time to time, tree branches are blown off by the strong wind and fly towards the vast sky.

  An army marched down a muddy road in the pouring rain. At the front of the column were over a dozen wooden carts loaded with light artillery and ammunition, as well as the entire army's provisions. Over a thousand long-eared elven infantrymen followed closely behind, all armed with swords and other cold steel. Bringing up the rear was an auxiliary corps composed mainly of half-elves, struggling along under the weight of various tools and luggage.

  As the rain grew heavier and heavier, the soldiers' movements became more and more difficult, and the speed of the troops gradually slowed down.

  "Colonel Gilbert!" a hoarse voice came from inside a large carriage.

  "Reporting for duty, sir!" A young elf, drenched from head to toe, rushed over and saluted beside the carriage.

  "What's going on with the slow speed?" The old voice sounded very dissatisfied, "We must bypass the enemy's defense line before dawn, those who fall behind will be executed, do you understand?"

  "Yes, General." Gilbert was startled and hastily relayed the order to the soldiers. Before long, the army's advance speed had greatly increased.

  General Idril Liadon, Commander of the Mana Expeditionary Force and Governor of Northport, sat quietly in the swaying carriage, his eyes closed as if meditating, but his rapid breathing and slightly trembling legs betrayed the tension he felt.

  Fifteen years had passed since he'd been stuck in this godforsaken place, Northport, dealing with monsters, blizzards and the N'Tari for fifteen long years, and today was finally the day of reckoning.

  The kingdom's development of the Manas continent was really too late. Idriel stroked the map in his hand, thinking that on the map, the gray area representing the Niseral Empire filled the eastern coast of the Manas continent, and only at the northernmost end adjacent to the frozen belt of ice and snow, there was a green stripe representing the elven forces.

  Since the discovery of the New World by sailors four hundred years ago, the Kingdom of Faerie has always focused its attention on the Maztica continent in the south, which is rich in gold, silver and spices. For this reason, it has repeatedly sent expeditions to fight to the death with those brave and warlike barbarians in the plague-ridden tropical rainforest. As for the desolate and empty Manaas continent in the north, the kingdom has always been uninterested, allowing the Nisserie Empire to rise up later and establish thirteen colonies on the Manaas continent through long-term immigration.

  Until the expansion of the Elven Kingdom in Mazca was stopped by the iron plate and defeated by Tecumseh, the great chief of the "Immortal Bird", the kingdom turned its attention to the mainland of Manas again. However, the Narsil Empire had already occupied the entire eastern coast of Manas and had a population of 150 million. The vast continent of Manas had long since lost its foothold for the elves.

  Under the circumstances, the Elf Kingdom could only build the North Pole Port on the edge of the frozen zone where the Norselre's power was weak. This was a great test for the elves who were used to living in a warm climate. Despite the government's efforts, the North Pole Port had only 30,000 people, with less than 3,000 elves, which was far from comparable to New Norselre. To further expand, there was only one way: to take over the Norselre colonies. Now was the time for a showdown.

  To defeat the 15,000-strong army of General Soliton, the commander-in-chief of the Nefarian Empire's expeditionary force, Idriel took a desperate gamble. Under the cover of night and heavy rain, he withdrew 1,500 elite elven troops from their defensive positions and led them in a stealthy attack on the Imperial Army's headquarters through a narrow forest path. Given the overwhelming disparity in numbers, this was almost the only way for the Elven army to achieve victory.

  Under the threat of severe military orders, the elves struggled to move forward in the knee-deep mud. The imperial army, which had not experienced war for many years, had long since hidden in their tents and entered a dreamland. Basically, no sentry was even dispatched. The elven army easily passed through the imperial army's defense zone. At dawn, General Solerton's command post appeared before Idriel's eyes, while the imperial army remained completely unaware of this.

  "Foolish humans." Idriel sneered as he put down the telescope, raised his hand and chopped it downwards in front of him, "Charge!"

  "This is exploitation! I want a holiday, I want overtime pay! I hate this damned capitalism!" Phil finally went hysterical when he saw the 15th weapon requiring enchanting today.

  That damned Charlotte has turned Fili into a free laborer paid for by the government, making him work overtime in his own forge workshop every day of the year without any extra pay. Fili deeply regrets that he only asked for three military salaries; with the current workload, even ten military salaries would be too little.

  "It's wartime now, all soldiers should be on high alert, and leave requests are denied!" Charlotte counted her newly earned gold coins and flatly refused. Seeing Phil was about to blow up, Charlotte hastily divided the coins into a pile, "Here's your share, take it quickly."

  "This little bit, at least divide it in half for me!"

  "No way, no way, I still have a large number of shareholders waiting for their share of the money, 20% is already a lot."

  "Without me, you wouldn't have made a single cent! Hand it over! Otherwise, I'll jump ship to the mayor's wife's jewelry store!"

  "You're ruthless, at most four percent!"

  "Not one bit less, otherwise you can forget about your specially booked divine oil."

  "Can't take any more of this, or should I introduce you to some El'goroth priests? Guaranteed to be charming and seductive! You seem like a virgin, don't you?"

  "How dare you call me a freak! Do you want to die? Web technique!"

  ……

  In 1990, Emon was a medium-sized city with a population of about 100,000. As it faced the dark region's exit and was a good deep-water harbor, it was established as the capital of New Mazobarya. The surrounding area is a fertile coastal plain, so industry, agriculture, and trade are all well-developed, making it a prosperous place in the sparsely populated new continent. Along with Phil's various alchemy products, including enchanted weapons, magical jewelry, and "secret medicines", they also sell very well, without any signs of decline due to war.

  In fact, it has been three months since the last naval battle, but apart from the ruins left by the bombardment three months ago, the entire Port of Emon is still peaceful and prosperous, with no signs of war. The shops are open as usual, the farmers are farming as usual, the guards are idle as usual, and everyone is busy with their own business, except that the governor's office has levied another war tax, which makes the citizens a bit unhappy.

  This is not because people believe in the chivalry of elves. The elves before the First Continental War may have been gentle and kind, upholding justice. Now, however, they are unadulterated colonialists and terrorists. Relying on their accumulated strength over the years, they cause trouble everywhere, stirring up the world and committing atrocities with brutal methods, having long lost any semblance of "loving peace". Since the start of the "Great Elven Invasion", the ruthless elven military has been slaughtering the native Mazkan people for a long time, intermittently ravaging the Fallen Star Sea region. The countries of Southern Ferrel are their main targets of invasion, and they frequently send troops to brutally attack them. In the east, Sel was originally unrelated to the elves, but the elven military took advantage of the Great Famine in Eastern Ferrel in DR1960 to launch three expeditions against Sel, beating the Red Robe mages until they cried out for their fathers and mothers, and reducing the capital city of El'goroth to ashes. Only Nefel Rel remains able to fight the elves on equal terms, but even they have lost many cities in the south.

  The residents of New Jersey's thirteen states are so at ease because the Elf Army absolutely can't come for a short time.

  It was unclear whether the elves had incurred the wrath of the gods and suffered a terrible retribution, or if it was simply a massive explosion of divine energy from Eilistraee, the patron deity of the new kingdom of Sombra. Whatever the reason, the elven fleet that had just emerged victorious from the Battle of Emmon's Harbor was completely annihilated, swept into the Trackless Sea by a freak storm of unprecedented size in the spring season. Twenty thousand elves were sent to a watery grave.

  Misfortunes never come singly, the old nemesis of the elves, Tecumseh, led tens of thousands of troops to launch a massive counterattack on the elven colonies in Mazca, and the people of the colonies responded by organizing uprisings. However, the main force of the colony had already gone north to attack New Nazaril. As a result, Tecumseh won victory after victory, and the elven colonial rule on the continent of Mazca was in danger for a time, forcing them to withdraw their troops, and the plan to invade New Nazaril had to be postponed indefinitely.

  The only force that now poses a threat to New Elyria is the 3,000-strong motley crew of sprites at North Pole Port. It's 700 miles away from Emmon Port, and General Soliton is leading the 15,000-strong New Continental Army in an attack on North Pole Port. Given the huge disparity in military strength, Charlotte, like most people, expects good news to arrive soon.

  However, what arrived was not good news.

  "Sorelton, you big idiot!" Thorne Nomm screamed, pounding the table. "15,000 men, a whole army of 15,000, defeated by less than 3,000 elves! And Sorelton had the shame to surrender! Does this fool think the elves will let him live? He's got half Zorvath blood in him!"

  The governor's conference room was filled with an unbearable oppressive atmosphere, and everyone just chain-smoked one after another. The overnight collapse of the 15,000-strong army had a very heavy psychological impact on everyone.

  "It's all over. Everything is over." Charlotte stared at the intelligence report, her mind a complete blank. Phil, standing behind her, was equally stunned.

  The sudden collapse of the main legion caused the front line to move from the outskirts of North Pole Port to New Anauroch, 200 miles south of Emon, in one go. The northern state has already fallen under the pincer attack of the North Pole Port Elf Army and another newly landed elf reinforcement unit. Now, Idriel Liaton's troops have been strengthened to 7,000 after merging with the reinforcements and are advancing south along the coast under the cover of the fleet.

  The thirteen states of New Coloriel have never experienced a major war since their establishment, and their military strength is extremely weak. Although they have a large population of 150 million, the only real army is the New Continental Legion, with several fortress garrison troops. Apart from this, there are only numerous but poorly equipped and trained militias and security forces. The current New Coloriel can be said to have completely lost its ability to wage war and can only passively endure attacks.

  Ferry seemed to see the arrival of "Blood New Year".

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