Magic? My Iron Torrent will sweep it all away!

Chapter 157 The Elf Queen Initiates a Trade Request

Upon hearing this, Adrian let out a long sigh of relief, then nodded emphatically.

"That's right!"

He suddenly raised his sword and roared:

"Pass on my orders!"

The cheers of the elven army paused for a moment.

"All troops! Using the three treants as mobile fortresses, continue the advance! Establish forward outposts!"

"Mage Guild! Set up a protective barrier!"

"We cannot give the demons any chance to breathe!"

His response was a unified, thunderous roar.

"yes!!!"

The elven army, which had just been immersed in joy, quickly sprang into action.

The soldiers of the Tech Legion checked the ammunition and changed magazines.

The three enormous tree-men strode forward with heavy steps, their steel turrets exuding a chilling oppressive aura.

As the elves of Lostia watched this army, a fusion of steel and nature, slowly march out, an unprecedented sense of security welled up within them.

They knew that from this night onward, the city of Lostia was impregnable.

……

On the city wall, Elder Varelius leaned against the battlement, looking utterly dejected.

His ashen face, under the torchlight, looked no better than a dead man.

He gazed at the army outside the city, so different in style yet so imposing, at those iron lumps he had once dismissed as "strange tricks and frivolous skills," and muttered to himself repeatedly:

"How could this be... how could this happen..."

His proud archer phalanx wasn't even qualified to offer any real damage in this war.

The elegant combat techniques he believed in were torn to shreds by those crude, barbaric, and unreasonable explosions.

"Valerios".

Elder Archimonde's voice suddenly rang out behind him.

Varelius froze, then slowly turned around.

He looked at Archimonde, who was expressionless, his lips trembling, wanting to say something, but unable to utter a single word.

Any argument seems like a joke in the face of such a resounding victory.

Just then, several young elven guards ran past, their faces beaming with excitement, talking loudly as they ran.

"Did you see that? Grandpa Tree Man carrying that cannon! So cool!"

"Yeah! One shot, boom, and everything's gone!"

"Who's going to practice with that crappy bow and arrow anymore? I'm signing up for the Tech Legion tomorrow!"

Unintentional words, like sharp daggers, pierced Varelius's heart.

His body trembled violently, and his face turned from ashen to deathly pale.

Archimonde ignored the guards; he simply stared at Varelius and spoke, word by word:

"Times have changed, Varelius."

"What the elves need is victory, not your pathetic, worthless traditions."

"If Her Majesty the Queen had listened to your slander today, Lostia would already be a graveyard. And you..."

Archimonde's tone was as cold as ice: "He is the sinner who brought about the downfall of the entire Elven race."

"sinner……"

Varelius muttered to himself, and the two words struck him like two heavy hammers on the top of his head.

His legs gave way and he collapsed to the ground.

Akmond looked at him without a trace of pity in his eyes.

"I will report everything that happened today to Her Majesty the Queen in detail."

"Including your stubbornness, your obstruction, and your unfounded accusations against General Adrian."

Having said that, Archimonde stopped looking at him, turned around and walked down the city wall, his cold voice drifting over on the wind.

"You'd better watch yourself."

.......

Royal City of Avinor.

The entire city erupted in jubilation when the griffin messenger carrying news of victory from the front lines landed on a branch of the World Tree.

"Victory! A great victory at Lostia!"

"We've driven back the demons! General Adrian's technologically advanced legions have decisively defeated the demon army in a direct confrontation!"

"Minimal casualties! This is an unprecedented and resounding victory!"

The news spread like wildfire, instantly reaching every corner of the royal city.

The elves, who had been suppressed for too long, poured out of the exquisite treehouses and gathered in the winding aerial corridors and plazas, sharing this exciting news with one another.

They embraced and wept, cheering loudly. The gloom and despair that had accumulated in their hearts for a century were completely dispelled by the dawn of victory at this moment.

The bards didn't even have time to come up with beautiful words.

They simply plucked the strings, singing in the simplest of voices, again and again, praising this great victory and those wondrous creations called "tanks" and "rifles."

The palace at the top of the World Tree in the heart of the royal city.

Queen Ellari sat on her throne, clutching tightly the battle report written by Elder Archimonde himself.

The battle report detailed every aspect of the battle, from the Tech Legion's flanking attack to the amazing effects of the enchanted bullets, and the Treants' incredible feat of transforming into mobile artillery turrets.

Enchanted bullets, treant turrets, and one mind-blowing tactic after another, together composed a wild and glorious symphony of victory.

Every word challenged the understanding of this elven queen who had lived for over two thousand years.

"Your Majesty...we...we really..." The maid beside her covered her mouth, too excited to speak properly, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Yes, we won."

Ella put down the battle report, her pale blue eyes sparkling with an unprecedented brilliance.

She had anticipated that the weapons of the Great Xia would be useful, but she hadn't expected them to be this useful.

This is not simply about increasing combat power; it's about changing the nature of warfare!

An ordinary elf, after a short period of training, can pose a deadly threat to demons below the third rank by wielding a rifle.

What does this mean?

This means that tens of thousands of ordinary elven civilians could potentially be armed and become qualified warriors!

Tanks and artillery, when enchanted by mages, become war fortresses capable of contending with high-level demons.

Especially the combination of the Treant Elder and heavy weaponry...

Alari's fingertips lightly brushed over the description of the "Tree Man Mobile Turret" in the battle report, a stroke of genius that only the Elven race could create!

What if we could mount even more of these 'automated' weapons?

A glint of light flashed in her eyes.

She looked down and continued reading the letter.

"Valerian..."

As Ella whispered the name, the light in her eyes instantly cooled.

In his accompanying letter, Archimonde detailed the foolishness and arrogance of the conservative elder.

"It is time to remove him from his position as elder."

Alaria suddenly stood up, her voice resolute and authoritative.

"Pass on my orders."

"Immediately send a messenger to contact Elder Muyu, who is currently with the Great Xia Legion, as quickly as possible!"

"Tell him that the elves need to purchase more weapons!"

"Rifles, machine guns, grenades, rocket launchers, tanks, artillery... we want everything that can improve our combat effectiveness!"

She paused for a moment, then added.

Tell him, money is not a problem!

"Whether it's magic crystals, rare minerals, or our treasured Fountain of Life and Fruits of Life, we can discuss anything!"

Alari's gaze passed through the window and landed on the reveling people below, his voice resolute.

"Buy as much as you can!"