Daqin: I, Fusu, can summon the undead

Chapter 107: The Elves’ Defense is Broken
In the world of Lord of the Rings~~~
Oropher, the Elf King of Mirkwood, took the remaining hundreds of thousands of elves and rushed back to the north of Mirkwood for a month and a half.

In the north of Mirkwood, at the edge of the forest, Oropher looked at the burnt forest outside, his handsome face was so black that it could be used for writing.

Beside Oropher, the young Thranduil clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, wishing he could rush out and fight those undead right now.

In a month and a half, even though the remaining elves in the forest continued to cut down trees to create firebreaks, more than half of the forest north of Mirkwood was burned.

Every tree here was planted with great effort by them and their ancestors, and they care for each tree as if they were family.

But now more than half of the trees in the Mirkwood have been burned, and the undead are about to burn the remaining half.

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"Finally I've been waiting for you to come back, but it would be a shame to blow such a beautiful skin to pieces!"

A thousand meters away, on the other side of the charred forest, the Nightmare Knight Enke was gazing at the unburned forest on the opposite side from afar. He was looking at the elves with hateful eyes at the edge of the forest and muttered to himself in a cold voice.

Fusu has a large number of undead under his command, but the number of troops he sent into this world is not many. Even if the undead stationed in Khandor are counted, there are less than one million at most.

The main reason was that they didn't want to offend the gods right away. Instead, they wanted to devour as many lives in this world as possible before the gods reacted and took action themselves.

As for occupying this world, Fusu does not hold out any hope. At least for now, Fusu has no such plan and is even ready to give up this world at any time.

Fusu's goal is to kill as many magical creatures in this world as possible, transform them into special undead, and make a profit.

"Move forward, catapults! Keep preparing for the kerosene attack! Move the musketeers to the front, and get the gunners ready! The elves will not let us use the same trick again this time!"

Enke gave orders to the undead behind him.

Under Enke's orders, the undead began to clear the forest of charred wood and scrap iron and fill in the gullies.

Immediately afterwards, catapults were pushed over from behind by the undead.

"a@#$%&*～～～"

Looking at the catapult being pushed forward, Oropher immediately started to use the classic words he had heard from the dwarves when he was in the Allied Forces.

“$@%#&～～～”

Thranduil beside him also began to show the results of what he had learned from the dwarves.

The same was true for the elves who had participated in the Allied Forces, who even created new words.

Their house was robbed, they were forced to retreat at the last moment of the campaign against the Demon Lord, and when they came back they saw that most of the forest had been burned down, which made them very angry.

Now the army is rushing back, only to see the undead preparing to continue burning the forest and slaughtering the elves' families who have been with them day and night. They do not take the main force of the elves back seriously at all. This is blatant contempt.

Looking at their compatriots who kept speaking new words, the elves who did not participate in the allied forces showed envy in their eyes, and many of them even began to imitate them.

In the past month and a half, they have been unable to stop the undead from setting fire to the forest, which has really made them feel very frustrated. Now that the main force has returned, the undead still want to use the same old tricks again, which is really a desperate fire that has completely angered all the elves.

"Father, launch the attack. The undead are so rampant, we can't let them set fire to the forest again, otherwise sooner or later we will have no way to survive!"

Thranduil's face was full of resentment, and he spoke to Oropher through gritted teeth.

"Yes, let those undead see how powerful we are!" "Go out and kill them all!"

"Burn all those undead souls to death!"

Hearing Thranduil's request, the surrounding elves looked at Oropher expectantly, waiting for Oropher's orders.

However, feeling the expectant eyes of his people and listening to their excited voices, Oropher fell into a long silence.

Thranduil and the surrounding elves were stunned when they saw Oropher remaining silent. Anyone could see that Oropher did not want to fight the undead directly.

At the same time, they all fell silent. There were only a few hundred thousand soldiers in the Dark Forest, but there were as many as two hundred thousand undead on the opposite side, and they would definitely guard against them and rush out to stop them. The losses in a frontal battle would undoubtedly be huge.

"Retreat and look for an opportunity at night!"

Oropher looked at his silent tribesmen, knowing that they were also aware of the risks, and immediately gave the order.

"Tsk, they're retreating so quickly. I thought they would come out to kill us! You're pretty patient!"

In the charred forest on the other side, the Nightmare Knight Enke looked at the reward after retreating into the forest and sneered. He immediately gave another order: "Send the order to the firearms troops to ambush at night!"
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In the dark forest at night, under the glowing lantern trees, the fully armed elves are gathering.

"must be careful!"

"Kill all those undead!"

Under the huge lantern tree, the female elves are bidding farewell to their loved ones.

"Orophiel, you must be careful! The undead can see at night, so don't force an attack if it's too risky! Also, be careful of the bone dragons. There are bone dragons in Kaandor, and they may come to this battlefield. I'll wait for you to come back here."

The Elf Queen Filo smoothed Oropher's clothes attentively, kept giving him instructions, and finally gave him a loving kiss.

"Um, well, I'll go over to the gathering first!"

Thranduil, who had hurried over, looked at this scene and said awkwardly, then quickly ran towards the gathering direction.

"Wait." Looking at the well-armed Thranduil, Oropher quickly stopped him, his face full of seriousness: "Thranduil, you young elves should not participate in this battle!"

"What?" Thranduil was stunned when he heard Oropher's words. After reacting, he said firmly: "Father, it is the responsibility of every elf to protect our forest home. Now the enemy has reached our doorstep and burned down most of the forest..."

The elves' military strength was originally much inferior to that of the undead. Now if these young elves are not allowed to go to the battlefield, their military strength will undoubtedly be even more disadvantaged.

"Thrandui, you~have grown up!" Oropher interrupted Thranduil directly, and his tone became more serious: "The elves have suffered heavy losses now. If the young elves also suffer heavy casualties, then the elves of Mirkwood will decline. This is absolutely not acceptable! You are my son, but you are also the prince of the Mirkwood elves. You have no choice!"

"I~~~" Thranduil gritted his teeth after hearing that, and finally said with a look of reluctance: "I know!"

Seeing Thranduil compromise, Oropher nodded in satisfaction. He shouted to the gathered elves: "Young elves, stay here, and the rest of you, follow me and let those undead see how powerful we are!"

"Kill them all!"

The assembled elves suddenly burst into loud shouts.

At this moment, these elegant elves are more like dwarves, because their hatred for the undead far exceeds that of the Dark Lord Sauron.

(End of this chapter)