Chapter 79: I See the Dark Elves Lack Strategy, the Witch King Lacks Wisdom

It was as if the door to a new world had been opened; the Sea Elf prince took a look at the markings on the map and suddenly realized a problem he had never realized before.

Previously, they had been running around everywhere and getting beaten black and blue, mainly because the people here in the Old World were simply too lacking in manners. They were even more insane than a bunch of mercenary robbers; they would start a fight after only two sentences upon meeting, and only ask questions after the fight was over. This bloody and brutal tradition strictly prevented any communication.

Therefore, on the entire world map, the areas marked on the Sea Elves' nautical charts were all patches of scarlet; it was just that some areas looked larger and some looked smaller, but overall, they were all war-crazed maniacs with no manners. However, the slaughter and struggle between them were not without reason, but rather for the pursuit of resources.

The Old World was a world that had been developed for a long time, and its resources were even beginning to become gradually barren. The thirst for resources and racial hatred of the people here had reached a peak stage.

In other words, they were terrifying maniacs who would travel thousands of miles on expeditions just to kill their enemies.

And taking a look at the map, in reality, because of the interference of the Chaos Wind, the distance from Naggaroth, where the Dark Elves were located, and the Slave Islands in the furthest reaches, to the Broken Lands was not actually far. It was mainly because of the influence of the Chaos Wind, and the fact that this Chaos Wasteland was truly a godforsaken place, that no one came here at all.

Even if they did come, it was only for the Doom Arks to occasionally bring a mountain of slaves into the Chaos Wasteland to hunt them down, laughing heartily as they watched them run helplessly, and using that for amusement.

They most likely had no idea about the drastic changes that had occurred in these Broken Lands.

After all, according to the calendar found by the Sea Elves, the total time that the drastic changes in the entire Broken Lands had been occurring was only a little over a month, which, for those slow-witted Dark Elves, was not actually enough time to react quickly. Even Dark Elves were, in essence, Elves.

They did not have the desperate thirst for souls like the Sea Elves; their pursuit of slaves and darkness was only because their cruel and tyrannical nature had been triggered.

Elves themselves possessed a cruel and tyrannical nature and genes; otherwise, there would not be legends of Elves in even more distant outer realms who could even gain skills and memories by gnawing on corpses. They were naturally a type of slave owner, a crazy race that wanted to enslave other populations.

Therefore, if the Dark Elves could be made to find clues regarding the Broken Lands, that would also be a good thing for the Dark Elves.

Although the Sea Elves were not even worthy of being called Elves, they knew quite clearly about some of the secrets of the Elves. For instance, the ocean covered in mist all year round below the Broken Lands and Albion Island, to the left of Bretonnia, was actually the gathering place of the Elves: the Evermeet, Ulthuan.

The Dark Elves dreamed of killing their way back to Ulthuan and reclaiming that utopia built entirely for Elves. They boasted that they were the true heirs of the Elves, and that those on the island were all a bunch of rebellious subjects. Therefore, the Dark Elves would absolutely not let go of an opportunity to occupy the Broken Lands and keep Ulthuan and Albion Island in check.

Although it was somewhat despicable and might cause great harm, the Sea Elf still felt that this plan was very feasible.

No matter how powerful that psychic wizard was, could they be more powerful than those cruel and terrifying Dark Elves? "... I intend to have a portion of our kin go and raid the Dark Elf slave pens, and then fake it to look like it was done by that psychic wizard."

Ge'erke Hailing looked at the map floating in front of him, the expression on his face seemingly becoming somewhat sinister and cunning in the deep sea.

"Of course, I know those Dark Elves will definitely investigate clearly who did it. Our people will be caught, killed, or even skinned and tortured, and our existence might even be exposed. But it doesn't matter; the first to be exposed will definitely be that psychic wizard who pioneered the entire Broken Lands." "I already know that the war between the Dark Elves and Ulthuan is about to break out once again; twelve Doom Arks have already assembled on the ocean, and they definitely want to destroy the Elves' coastal defenses."

"But we also know clearly that the Dark Elves cannot do it; they couldn't do it before, and it's the same now. So they need a base."

"Then we shall give them a base."

Facing the expanded nautical chart and the straight lines upon it, Ge'erke Hailing was even shocked by his own vicious thoughts. Because this was absolutely a truly malicious plan.

One must know that the Slave Islands and the colonies the Dark Elves had pioneered on the snowfields were actually less than two thousand kilometers in a straight line from the Broken Lands. Albion Island was an island that had already been corrupted, filled with swamp monsters and Chaos followers; only some druidic standing stones could maintain a little bit of Order, and it could not become a gathering place at all.

But that Broken Land, just under the shroud of the World Scar, how large were those landmasses? Fifty kilometers in radius? One hundred kilometers? Or even larger? That was the size of an entire province.

Let alone a gathering place, there was no problem at all in using it as an important strategic pivot.

Moreover, teams departing from the Broken Lands could also stop by Albion Island for secondary resupply and rest, and then strike at Ulthuan from the rear flank. The defenses at that position were far fewer than at the original attack position. For the Dark Elves, who were extremely short on supplies and manpower, these were all very tempting things.

The Sea Elf was very clear about this point. Why? They had been beaten by them. So, comparing the two sides, the answer was a very obvious matter.

And what could the Sea Elves gain from this?

Naturally, it was the psychic primitive snacks that had no backbone after being destroyed. Once they completely destroyed the Star-Bearer, the entire Norsca Peninsula would completely lose its defense. It was impossible for the Chaos gods to truly love Norsca that much, to the point of not hesitating to descend multiple miracles.

They only needed to raid the surrounding villages, destroy all the Norscan sea routes, and kill tens of thousands of people, and they would be able to tide over the difficulties and find an opportunity to cast spells again to transfer themselves out of this shithole.

Whoever wants to stay in this broken place called the Old World can stay; in any case, the Sea Elf really could not stay for even one more minute.

This godforsaken place was so volatile; who knew what kind of iron plate they would kick next? "Scribe, come here, and pass on my order in a moment..."

Calling over the scribe who was waiting on the side and whispering a few words, both of them revealed smiles of tacit understanding.

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