"When that time comes, I'll just have to carry you and run~" Think said nonchalantly, and her words made Su'er laugh uncontrollably.
"Princess carry? I'd rather not have a princess carry, it feels weird, not suitable for a tough guy like me... Can I request a piggyback ride?"
"Hmm~~~, that depends on your performance~" Think laughed teasingly, half-closed her eyes, tilted her head, and showed her cheek to Su'er, "Hmmph~"
Her waist and back were always straight, and there was not a single tilt in her entire body. The elegant Elf with long pale golden hair tucked her hair behind her ear, revealing her fair face, like a young peach. There seemed to be tiny hairs on her smooth skin.
Without saying anything more, Su'er just leaned over and kissed Think's cheek.
The floral scent that passed through his nose cleared Su'er's slightly hazy mind.
From the outside, there were occasional muffled sounds like exploding firecrackers. Although he was in the middle of a battlefield, there was a different kind of tranquility. In this calming and peaceful atmosphere, even those muffled explosions gradually disappeared. The few Dwarfs and Giants that blocked the way could not defy the Elf Alliance, which had gathered all its strength. The massive army once again set off, flying towards the predetermined target.
"Will Jibril also be there?" Su'er suddenly asked, looking at the water screen in front of him.
"Who knows~" Think also watched the scene appearing in the water screen and was also curious.
That special Flügel...
They didn't know the answer.
Compared to Su'er's tense yet somewhat tranquil mood, the Dwarf Alliance was in a state of chaos at this time. Even for most members of the alliance, the war on this planet didn't require too many reasons. As long as they were hostile, they would just fight when they met, which was very simple and easy to understand—but as the leaders of the alliance, they had to consider what the enemy's intention was.
But they really couldn't figure it out.
More than ten years ago, they could more or less rely on their emotional intuition and past habits to judge what those long-ears wanted to do. Neither their strategic intentions nor their war intentions ever Ex-Machina the Dwarfs' predictions.
Unfortunately, such easy things haven't been seen for a long time in the past decade or so. Those long-ears seemed to have gone crazy, doing completely meaningless things randomly without any logic or signs. They often seemed to have sent troops, but what they captured were completely useless places.
What's even more strange is that in these years, those long-ears would suddenly gather like psychopaths and march in a strange direction, and then they would turn back out of thin air after the Dwarfs had gathered in a tense manner, as if their exaggerated actions were just for a walk.
The atmosphere of the sudden decisive battle in the eyes of the Dwarfs was also the same, the only difference being that this time those long-ears gathered more troops.
While listening to his subordinates brainstorming and arguing with each other, Lóni frowned and dodged some stray projectiles that they threw because of the argument, such as iron blocks and iron balls. He suddenly raised his hand and zoomed in the map of the entire continent.
The line on the map that represented the marching direction of the Elf Alliance also followed, constantly becoming thinner, thinner, and thinner from a very thick state.
The route of the Elf Alliance was a straight line, without any curve. When the line was too thick, it was not intuitive to see, but when Lóni made it the thinnest at this moment, even the other noisy Dwarfs beside him also quieted down. They also found that something was not right.
"...Wrong," Lóni muttered with a frown, "The goal of those long-ears is definitely not our alliance's headquarters. My intuition also confirmed this answer."
He clicked the button again, and a dozen blue symbols appeared on the huge screen. They were symbols specifically created for the Elf Sea that were no longer rare on the mainland. The line of the Elf Alliance's march extended, brushed past the location of the Dwarf Alliance headquarters, and directly penetrated one of the blue symbols.
"What is that place?" He asked this question in one second, but the next second, the answer had already emerged in Lóni's mind.
That was the place where they first tried to use the power after the unactivated God's Core exploded. It was supposed to be a Dwarf surface city, but because he miscalculated the energy generated by the explosion of the God's Core, it was razed to the ground—it was not right to say it was razed to the ground, because blue flames were burning there endlessly.
He didn't know if it was because the energy released by the explosion of the God's Core at that time was too huge, but the scale of the Elf Sea that appeared in that former city was much larger than other places, even giving people the illusion that it was a real ocean.
The goal of the Elf Alliance was exactly there, without the slightest intention of concealing it. They seemed to be sure of victory.
No matter what those long-ears wanted to do, Lóni knew that he must stop them—if he didn't want to lose this war.
Lose?
When this thought appeared in Lóni's mind, even he himself couldn't help but be stunned, but the intuition from the God of the Forge told him this fact very truly.
Those despicable long-ears had undoubtedly prepared in advance. At the very least, the Dwarfs were now suddenly caught in a dilemma. The Flügel from the north who were sailing south from the sea, and the Elves who had adjusted their positions after multiple small-scale wars and were now south of the Dwarfs, were directly sandwiched in the middle.
Even if the goal of those Flügel was not the Dwarfs, Lóni didn't believe at all that those belligerent guys would friendly say hello or have a cup of tea when they passed by them—just from the route that didn't change at all, just like the Elf Alliance, it could be seen that those Flügel even destroyed any self-proclaimed intelligent life they saw along the way.
"Retreat here. There's no need to stand in front of those long-ears. We will fight them in a more eastern direction and see how those Flügel will choose," Lóni said with a sullen face, his finger landing on the former city.
The Elf Alliance immediately detected any action of the Dwarfs. At the very least, when the deliberately loud footsteps came from his ears, Su'er knew that there must have been a new change in the situation.
"Your Highness Couronne, there is something that requires your decision," the Elf who appeared at the door said respectfully with his head down.