During the night, the combined forces of the three tribes established camp in the southern Elm Forest.
Within the great camp, the elven princes were discussing the war situation.
"What is the current situation with Siming Linux?"
Fencheng, as the commander of the three armies, opened his mouth and asked.
Prince Angrod, the second son, stepped forward:
"The scouts have reported that Siming Linux has been besieged by Charsmong with Fire Demons and half-orcs."
"At our current speed, how long will it take us to get there?"
Fencheng furrowed his brow.
"It will take at least three days."
After pondering, Angrod replied.
Calantiril looked indifferent with a smile on her face.
"I don't think we need to hurry. Marching quickly will reduce our combat power. Anyway, according to the strength of Mezzlos and others, they can't capture Charsmong without several months of siege."
If Mezzlos and them were that easily defeated, Charsmong wouldn't have waited until now.
As the child of Finno, who created the Elven Rings, Mezzlos and his seven companions have a formidable combined strength.
"Calantiril, you make a good point. We indeed do not need to march hastily, but I just feel that the siege targeting Mezzlos is not simple."
Fencheng did not refute Calantiril, but a hint of worry appeared on his face.
Why didn't Charsmong launch a strong attack on Siming Linux before?
On one hand, Mezzlos and their allies are indeed difficult to deal with. It would take several months to conquer them, and even if they were conquered, their own side would suffer heavy losses.
On the other hand, they were afraid that during the siege of Siming Linux, they would intervene as they had done now.
After all, even if they had not formed a three-tribe alliance before, the nearest elven city would take no more than a few days to send troops.
However, now that they have formed a three-tribe alliance, Charsmong was driven back by them before, it should be clear that their strength is not weak.
In this situation, they still dare to besiege Mezzlos.
Even if George didn't catch the traitor and obtain the intelligence early, after Siming Linux had been besieged for a few days, they would definitely find out and send troops to reinforce.
By the side, George sat there, listening to the discussion of the other elven princes without interjecting.
In fact, he had gone to probe the camp of Charsmong's army last night, hidden and restrained his aura, and learned why Morgoth attacked Siming Linux at this time.
But now, he did not intend to report this information to Fencheng and the other elven princes.
Because if he said it, Fencheng would definitely order the army to march day and night to rescue Siming Linux, which was not what he wanted to see.
To be blunt, when they arrive to rescue Siming Linux and face off against Charsmong, if the children of Finno stay behind the gates for self-preservation.
Then, even if they win, the three-tribe alliance would suffer heavy losses.
It would be better to stick to the original plan, let Siming Linux consume more time, and then send them to finish the job slowly.
Even if Siming Linux really falls, and the seven children of Finno are killed, it doesn't matter. After all, he doesn't know them personally, and according to the original story.
In the future, if he eliminates Morgoth and obtains the Elven Rings, the seven children of Finno will certainly become his enemies according to their oaths.
After the meeting, everyone dispersed and returned to their own tents.
George also returned to his own tent, which looked like a small tent, but it was much larger than a villa when opened.
These tents were provided by the Magic Academy, and were made by elves, dwarves, and human students in collaboration. The magic and techniques for making tents were naturally taught by George.
Don't look at it as just a tent that expands space with the Invisible Extension Spell. In reality, it plays a huge role in war.
With good food and good rest for the soldiers, they can unleash their full combat power in battle.
Moreover, a tent can accommodate a large number of soldiers, making it less noticeable when setting up camp and easier to hide from surprise attacks.
"George! George!"
Just as George sat down in his tent and had no time to close his eyes and study magic, the tent curtain was pulled open.
George helplessly said:
"Princess Calantiril, you should inform me before entering next time. If I'm taking a bath or not dressed, wouldn't that be quite awkward?"
"What's so embarrassing? Human men and elven men are the same, aren't they? I've seen it before, it's just a bit more."
Princess Calantiril waved her hand, completely indifferent.
George heard this and also rubbed his forehead.
He noticed that since Princess Calantiril left the Grey Elven Kingdom and often spent time with the soldiers on the front lines, she had now completely let loose.
Before, she had been a princess, with a beautiful and graceful demeanor. Now, although her appearance remained stunning, the moment she spoke, her entire demeanor was gone.
"Fine, what's so urgent that you needed to find me for?"
"It's not me looking for you, it's Fencheng. He's in the small forest ahead. He said he has something he wants to ask you in private."
Princess Calantiril gave a quick glance and said.
"Is the general calling for me?"
George raised an eyebrow, looking at Calantiril with a hint of suspicion.
Although he couldn't read minds, he had already deduced from Calantiril's expression that she was lying.
"Right, let's go quickly. Fencheng must have something urgent to discuss with you."
Without waiting for George to ask further, Calantiril pulled him by the arm and walked out, heading straight for the empty small forest in front.
George saw the situation and didn't struggle. He guessed that it was probably another little prank from Calantiril, as she often pulled such things.
Since she had clearly understood that she would never be able to defeat him in this life, Calantiril enjoyed using some harmless small pranks to entertain herself.
Regarding this, George usually would not be disappointed and would consider it as playing with a child.
"Luzian?"
As they entered the small forest and approached the clearing in the middle, George saw Luzian's back turned to him under the moonlight.
At this moment, Luzian had changed into a type of light veil clothing unique to the elves, and under the glow of the moonlight, one could faintly see her skin inside as delicate as porcelain.
The subtle and faint glimpse made people's blood boil, almost unable to control.
"George, you've never seen me dance before, have you?"
Luzian turned around and began to dance gracefully on the grass, like a butterfly fluttering in the moonlight.
Luzian is the most beautiful and skilled dancer among the elves. At this moment, her dance with the support of semi-transparent light veil was not only sacred but also full of temptation.
Even George, with his strong willpower, felt as if he couldn't control himself.
Seeing George being attracted by Luzian's dance, Calantiril showed a satisfied smile and quietly retreated from the small forest, watching outside the forest.
Having often mixed with the soldiers of the three tribes, she knew very well that Luzian's dance in the light veil was very attractive.
"Auntie, that's all I can do for you. Whether or not you can capture George depends on you from now on. Please don't let me down at the last minute again."
"But if it really happens, I have to call George that guy uncle, which is a bit uncomfortable. What's wrong with me?"
