Humans build stone walls and use the magic of the earth's veins to consolidate their protection.
Just like that, the elves stiffen the woods.
Natural magic, arguably the exclusive patent of the elves, is mainly the magic of manipulating plants.
Applying it, the elves are changing the trees in the woods.
Just as lush mountains carry water, the Elf Forest holds the breath of life. Full of life force even creates a forest environment.
Elves are also said to be long-lived species, but in fact their longevity also depends on the forest environment. Life expectancy is twice as different than that of an elf living in a forest filled with breath of life, and an elf who was clawed from it, or who walked out of it by his own desire.
Together, a forest full of vitality offers defensive advantages to the elves as a by-productive action.
The Elf Forest, lined with trees sturdier than iron, is already a fortress in itself.
If we have enemies to attack the woods, we need to break down the 'Green Wall' first.
Unlike stone walls, of course, you can't block enemies entering, but fighting in the woods is what elves are good at. The enemies you step into won't let you go home alive.
Then even if you think about eliminating the disturbing forest first, the blade won't pass to cut it down, and the fire won't light to burn it down.
The battles of the elves are biased against bows and magic, and they do not use magical machines (artifacts) weapons or other weapons, and military tactics are traditional (...).
But if you want to take it down, you're going to be forced to fight a muddy battle full of pain that's hard to exhaust on your brush tongue.
The tactic launched by the Imperial Blue Army against such an elf forest was… 'quantity'.
A roaring gunshot day and night.
The earth that keeps shaking.
Trees that make screaming noises and fall.
If you have a tree that can't be defeated with one shell, you can shoot in 10 shells.
After being more well roughed up by physical shells, if you burst and blow up a magic bullet, it's less than exposing yourself to misery, no matter how robust the elf forest tree is.
From the Great Forest of Zegenfall, which is so vast that it can no longer be said to be a small country, a very small part of it is shredded by shelling. But it was a definite step forward, and agitation ran on the elves, who firmly believed that the forest was invincible.
Tons of shells, magic cannons, countless demon stones to move it around. The Empire had the capacity to prepare it, and furthermore its war costs were a recoverable investment. Because the magic supplied by the terrain is not only a defense and infrastructure of the city, but also an important fuel that drives research and industry.
Generally speaking, the best way to compete in the range of an attack on a battlefield is with a cannon.
Then a long bow, then magic.
With the bows and magic the elves asked for, they could not fight back against the Blue Army long-range artillery while hiding in the woods. Though I tried throwing them with trees and cranberries that would explode, they were no match for real cannons at all.
As a measure, a net of spreading grass to receive shells has now been created. Although this could have considerably reduced the damage from the shelling, the Blue Army responded immediately. They unleashed a magic bomb packed with blade pieces and hung it to destroy the net.
Above all, this has only slowed down the Blue Army attacker somewhat, and it has not fundamentally been resolved in any way because there are no countermeasures in sight.
The elves moved to eliminate the cannon. But it didn't work out again either.
All three night raids failed completely.
"Wind Reading", a sentry technician who explores those who have magically disappeared, with a good night's eye for Dwarf's watch...
From that moment the elves left the forest, the movement was completely captured.
Next, the elves set up a manoeuvre on the plains with the wolves as rides.
Elf's bow cavalry, who excelled in their magical defense, cut into the enemy formation without flying arrows, obstruction by magic, or anything.
By the time one Elf warrior dies, will three Blue Army soldiers have died?
And that was it. The numbers were too different. And if it was only for speed, the Blue Army cavalry and airborne cavalry had not lost to the Elves, and the Elves were sharpened in their battle power with a definite residual enemy sweep tactic that did not allow a single blow to leave.
The Blue Army, who would be relaxed from winning the battle, would be scared if the dead came out...
There was such an optimistic view, but this was also betrayed.
The elves were not well acquainted with the interior of the Kanis Empire, but it is, in fact, the people of the conquered nations who are at the forefront. They have to serve in the army (or die in battle after a brave battle) to buy their status as imperial citizens, especially those who have left their families in their homeland are not allowed to flee before their enemies. Because if one gains the status of Emperor Nation, it will also spill over into the family.
Conversely, the morale of the octagonal elves began to fall. There have also been fewer elite warriors able to counter the Blue Army.
It just gradually gets bitter even if you keep fighting like this.
Having so decided, the elves struck out into a quick-throwing operation.
At first it was a few arrows.
The Blue Army maneuvers who had shelled the woods, as usual, and their guardian soldiers, saw several arrows fly from the woods.
It did not reach the Blue Army formation at all and stood on the ground razed by shelling.
The fool laughed. I was wondering if the utmost resistance was no longer to this extent.
Someone who turned his head somewhat surprised him. The elves should know it won't work this way, too.
I knew immediately what the odd arrows were for.
Because suddenly a tree grew from where the arrows were shot in.
"What is that!?
The Blue Army formation became noisy.
Elves say they manipulate nature by magic. But neither did they think they could do such a ridiculous thing.
The seedlings and seeds planted with arrows take root on the ground and grow in terrible momentum to become great trees, as if they had gone through dozens of hundreds of years in an instant.
In addition, the next arrow flies from between the newly grown trees like a fence wall. More, nearby.
The next tree grows further from the point of landing. More, nearby.
The forest was expanding, as if the slime were reaching out its tentacles.
Aim for the Blue Army formation with artillery.
A magic formation was laid in a relatively shallow part of the forest.
"... Father, watch over us. Father Spirit, give us strength..."
It was the elf woman who adorned her whole body with numerous jade stones and some goldsmiths who cast a spell while praying in the heart of the incensed formation.
She is chief priest Sirlessaiah. "The Witch Princess" hosts a religious event in the "White Snake Crawling on the Rock Wall", an Elf tribe living in this forest. She was not just a religious leader, she was also the most powerful magician in this forest.
"" Forest Erosion (Invasive Forcing) "
Saresaya sticks the sceptre of the beast bone to the ground at regular intervals.
Her magic is growing trees and rapidly expanding forests.
The necessary magic can be pulled out of the ground vein and bribed, but it is impossible to use it twice or three times in the same place because it is magic that also forces the land to do quite a bit. Well, if the enemy finds out that we have a hand like this, they'll take care of it from now on.
This is your chance. It was a slight, but only hope, of inflicting a painful beating on the Blue Army and negotiating a truce.
- If you take it into the woods, this one is overwhelmingly advantageous.
Even if not, if we get close to where the bow and magic can reach us......!
It was during the bundle that I thought so.
The scream began to sound like Saresaya's ear.
"Huh...!?
Saresaya, who was about to disturb her concentration, desperately refocuses. Once the magic is solved here, that's the end of it.
But it sounded like Saresaya. The scream of my soul. A voice of thoughtlessness and resentment from the dead warriors. From where the battle is supposed to be, it sounds like a blow, a noisy voice.
- Attack failed? No, this is closer...!
I see you're the culprit.
There was not even a sound of stepping on the grass, and one human appeared.
He was an odd man.
He wears light armor that protects his chest armor and joints, but I guess he is still a soldier of the Blue Army, given the emblematic dragon crest of the Canis Empire engraved there and the blue design on his shoulders.
But he doesn't dress like any other soldier. What he was wearing under light armor was a simple outfit like athletic clothing, plus instead of having a sword or a shield, he had his hands fitted with armor like a giant iron gen trick.
It's strange to say how much Surresaya was focused on magic, but you don't realize it until it shows up in front of you.
The signs of the elves are close to the plants, and if they are in the woods, they can blend in the signs and move without understanding their existence. Conversely, other species are only foreign to the forest, and the signs should be readily readable so that they can stand out if white stones are placed on gray sand.
Saresaya floats her hips, but lost her way forward and backward.
If Saresaya escapes here, the fight is really over.
But can we stop in this situation?
Is this the only man who's broken into the woods so far? Or is Sirlessaya already under siege? Look for signs. None of them feel anything.
"Who!?
"Why are there imperial soldiers here! The escort..."
Two witches, who had refrained beside Saresaiah, stand up with their sceptres in their hands.
The elite are taking part in an attack outside the woods, but there should also be a guard warrior in place to protect Sirlessaya. If anyone were to step into the woods to stop the source of magic, by the way, he would have been sensed and would have died pierced throughout his body by arrows flying from all directions.
But the soldier with the armor smiles.
"It's simple. Nobody beat me. That's all.
... It wasn't a bad fight. Let's feed this battle and I'll rise to heights. "
The man showed his armor upside down.
It was red and bloody.
The two witches waved down their canes at the same time like statues in a water mirror.
"" Strong Paralysis (Hard Paralysis):! "
"Eight fissures of grass (Thearingvine):!"
The magic was unleashed against the soldier on his hand. By then, he had already kicked the ground and headed this way.
"Strong Paralysis (Hard Paralysis)" released by one of the witches: is...... bounced.
The sharpened sensation of Saresaya was taking away the waves of magic being played and scattered in fine dust. It's the usual means, the talisman, when a warrior turns to a magician. Looks like he snuck a talisman in his nostalgia and defended it.
But the other magic can't be prevented by a talisman.
Break the ground and countless grasses will appear. Dozens of thick grasses appeared and broke in between the soldiers and the witches.
About half of the grass tied together hard to create an impromptu barrier, and the other half leaped toward the soldier on his hand in a serpent-like motion.
This is an elf forest plant, so to speak. If there is a magical force on it, it becomes a terrible weapon that even strangles giant rocks and rips even crushed cyclops into eight pieces.
"Shh..."
That's when. The soldier in the armor breathed thinly and sharply.
A giant armor brings a faint magic.
Looking at the grass coming towards him, he tried to rub the side of it and punched it with his armor.
The lukewarm grass is slightly misdirected.
The soldier in the armor did not slow down the speed of the progression, scratching the green weapon with only minimal movement to penetrate it.
He sticks his hand straight into the hedge where the grass is tied side by side.
As if a fish grabbed by a man slipped out of his hand and jumped into the river, the man slipped through a hedge of crawling grass. Strange, his armor cracked a gap in the impromptu hedge, and with his skillful body, he jumped through a small hole.
"Ah..."
It was an instant event.
A blow in the armor, a blow in the foot. The magician is brittle if approached.
The two witches that were attached to Sirlessaya were desperate after being blown away without even having time to scream.