Chapter 426 Restrain
For the first time in thousands of years, Dark Elves, Wood Elves, and High Elves – three similar yet different races – have all gathered together in the same place. They have put aside their differences and united under one banner in order to achieve the same objective: to finally defeat the Asgardians once and for all.
King Castian, Callan, Hanz, King Vizier, and Osgiliath had come back from their failed mission. Tristan didn't need to hear any reports; King Castian's expression was more than enough to inform him of the outcome.
"Everyone is here; let's discuss the best way to massacre the invaders," Tristan said loudly.
This time, King Castian didn't show an opposition. He agreed with Tristan that, right now, the best course of action was to attack all the Asgardians so he could obtain what he wanted—one of the legacies.
A while later, they gathered in the Carleon town hall, where the chief Orcs have waited since the war was over. Karra, Ghrall, Scarr, and Uriel had just received some treatments from the Wood Elves. With a gaze full of respect, they bowed deeply and welcomed the monarch.
"We have gathered here to prepare for a counterattack," Tristan said, scanning his gaze at everyone present as they stared back at him with serious looks. "Your strength will be crucial in ending this war. We all shall fight side by side to slaughter them all."
Hearing what basically the prelude of the upcoming bloodbath, the Orc leaders were making a lot of noise and shouting with joy as they stomped their feet on the ground. They raised their weapons high, as if to show off their enthusiasm and share in Tristan's excitement.
Tristan then asked the Elven leaders to confirm how many soldiers they had gathered to fight a total war against the Asgardians – those who had the nerve to invade a city in Arcadia.
He was given a quick rundown by the wood elf leaders—Queen Leena, King Haladar, and Prince Elroth. The number of Wood Elves has grown immensely in a short time as many elves have volunteered to fight for their place in the world.
The kingdoms of Vanyar, Mirkwood, Ithillien, and Forlorn have ten thousand warriors in total ready to be deployed against the Asgardians. Those who participated in the defense of Arcadia were also surprisingly ready to fight again, both for their race and to avenge their fallen comrades, children, or even spouses.
On the other hand, the Dark Elves Illiana gathered were furious after the death of their strongest elder, thanks to those working together with the Asgardians. Their main objective right now is to kill the Full Moon Magus who killed the elders, along with their Space Knight underlings. Right now, compared to the Asgardians, they hate the Space Knights even more.
"Eleven dark elf magi, 7,000 dark elf soldiers, and 40,000 Uruk have been waiting in the north, all ready to fight," Illiana said quickly when she had the chance.
"Before we attack, I think we should wait for information from the spies I have gathered. Their information will be vital to securing our victory," Illiana explained as she looked at the other leaders, observing their reactions. As of right now, this is the best strategy she could come up with.
The others quickly whispered amongst themselves, talking about the dark elf princess' suggestion. However, Tristan, who disagreed from the beginning, decided to cut in.
"We have no time to wait; we should attack swiftly." Facing the pairs of eyes staring at him, Tristan quickly explained his thought. "All I need is for the soldiers to attack the Asgardians as a distraction, while I and all the magi would head toward the palace and kill their leaders, then send the Asgardians and Space Knights to their doom!"
Rage was already consuming Tristan. His head throbbed when he thought about his sister. He has no idea of her fate right now. He could only hope they didn't torture or kill her. Otherwise, he would make sure they paid the price.
Serene grabbed his hand and stroked it to try to calm him down. Illiana decided to add while speaking slowly, "My Monarch, please listen to me... This war is not just about saving your sister or taking back the palace."
Undeterred by his sharp gaze, Illiana looked at Tristan and continued her reasoning.
" I believe that if you wish to rule as a monarch, it would be in your best interest to wage war in the name of the people, and for that, we need to have a proper battle that sends the right message."
Hearing those words, Tristan clenched his fist tightly. He of course understood what Illiana meant, but in truth, with his sister's life on the line, he had little care for his own people.
However, one thing she said was right: he needed to calm down and not be reckless, if only for his sister's sake.
"We wait until the sun sets, then we will attack." She said, causing another round of whispers to break out. "Not only will we catch our enemies off guard, but we can also use the time to prepare weapons, and armor, and raise the soldiers' morale for this war."
Hearing the suggestion, Castian? agreed. He had waited a thousand years to open the Bifrost Gate. If it could guarantee their success, another day of waiting was nothing but a wise decision.
As Castian was the most respected elf here, everyone else immediately agreed.
"I agree, Let us wait for more information from the spies."
Everyone had disagreed with him, and Tristan could feel his heart beat faster both in fear and anger. His blood felt like it was boiling, and within seconds, his rage could no longer be contained.
He slammed the table until it broke into splinters and promptly ended the meeting while walking away.
"This meeting is dismissed."
Soon enough the other elf leaders left the place as well.
Tristan's emotions were volatile, and seeing it, Illiana decided to approach Serene and said:
"We will be facing a war soon; we need to put away our differences for now."
Serene was a little startled, but soon after, she nodded in agreement.
"We need to find a way to make sure our monarch stays calm during the battle."
Once again, Serene nodded, "Agreed."
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