CHAPTER 389: CHAPTER 324: INFRASTRUCTURE MANIAC (PLEASE SUBSCRIBE)_2

They indeed did some tricks on the last bridge, just waiting for the elves to rush up and take a hard hit on these pointed ears.

However, the others had no intention of crossing it at all and directly built a new one next to it.

Speaking of which, isn’t this new bridge way too broad?

Compared to this new bridge of trees, their bridge looked like a child’s plaything.

This was another psychological blow to the imperial soldiers.

"What are you looking at! Fire! Use magic to bombard! Destroy these bridges!"

The commander on the other side roared, ordering his men to start attacking the bridge. Although their range wasn’t as far as the Elf Clan’s, it was enough to deal with the part built near the city.

As long as this part was bombarded, the opponents wouldn’t be able to land, and the city would remain safe!

The soldiers awakened as if from a dream and began to bombard the end of the bridge frantically. The Magic Crystal Cannons fired wildly, as if there was no cost.

The Magic Scrolls were also torn open, and powerful magic instantly descended upon the long bridge.

Those mages raised their magic wands and joined the bombardment as well.

Facing the enemy’s violent bombardment, Lette remained relatively calm.

"What should we do about this?"

Emily was anxious: "The bridge we painstakingly built is being bombed into a broken bridge.

Hey, aren’t you worried at all?"

Lette lifted an eyelid: "Why should I be worried? Isn’t this quite fine?"

"What’s fine about it? The bridge has been blown up!"

"If it’s blown up, we’ll rebuild it. We have plenty of elves, and elves have plenty of magic potions and magic crystal stones.

If we continue to build like this, we’re not afraid at all.

But what about the other side? How long can their Magic Crystal Cannons last? How much stock do they have of magic scrolls?

If their mages aren’t afraid of succumbing to magic exhaustion syndrome like you, they can continue to bombard.

Competing in resource reserves?

Does the Elf Clan need to be afraid?"

Emily was stunned for a moment, and then she was relieved.

The Elf Clan might lack other things, but they don’t lack magic power.

Although it seemed that there were only a few thousand on the Elf Clan’s side, while the enemy had tens of thousands — ten times the number of the elves.

But on the Elf Clan’s side, everyone is a mage, while among the tens of thousands of troops on the enemy’s side, most are ordinary human soldiers.

Not to mention the rare species of mages, there are not even many who know combat energy.

In this situation, the Elf Clan could completely rely on their recovery to level up with the enemy’s potions and crystals, or even far exceed them.

If this kind of bombardment continues, the final result will be the enemy running out of resources, while the Elf Clan is just warming up.

As expected, after the enemy blew up one end of the long bridge, there was a thunderous cheer from inside the city.

Then the elves began to infuse life elements into the long bridge, and the broken bridge once again grew madly, quickly recovering as before.

The cheering inside the enemy’s city abruptly stopped, and it even fell into a deathly silence.

Just like that, it grew back?

Then what were they working hard to bombard for all this time?

The newly regrown bridge felt even mightier and more imposing, was it an illusion?

The towering trees on it seemed more lush for sure!

"Fire! Continue to fire for me!"

The commander was furious, unable to tolerate this provocation.

They once again started an intense bombardment, blasting the newly grown bridgehead into fragments.

However, before they could celebrate, the bridge grew back again.

The speed, even faster than before!

Now, the imperial soldiers inside the city were thoroughly depressed.

"These damn pointed ears! What are you looking at! Keep firing for me!"

"Sir! Think twice!"

The Chief of Staff firmly held onto the commander: "If we keep bombing like this, it won’t be long before our military supplies run out.

We don’t have much Magic Crystal storage left, and there aren’t many magic scrolls either."

The commander was furious: "Nonsense! We have received the full support of the entire empire. The supplies should be more than sufficient.

I have seen the list; there should be plenty!"

The Chief of Staff looked troubled, leaning in to whisper in the commander’s ear: "Sir, are you still unaware of those parasites in the finance department?

Sixty percent of those supplies are of inferior quality, and of that sixty percent, thirty percent haven’t even arrived. If you count the inflated reports, the embezzled, and the ones traded off...

We really don’t have much left."

The commander took a deep breath and yelled towards the sky: "How can we protect the empire while mingling with this pack of parasites? At such a critical moment, they still think of lining their own pockets!

Empire! My First Empire!

It seems... we might not hold on."

"Sir, please lower your voice!"

The Chief of Staff hurriedly called for personal soldiers to drag the commander down: "Hahaha, the commander is drunk and hasn’t sobered up yet.

Everyone stay vigilant. As long as the enemy hasn’t attacked from the bridge, don’t worry about them.

If the Elf Clan starts their attack, begin bombing the bridge!

Make sure to save the combat supplies, understand?"

Others looked at each other, overwhelmed with mixed emotions.

On the other side, Emily couldn’t help but widen her eyes upon seeing that the empire wasn’t bombarding anymore.

"Wow, just as you said, they’ve really stopped fighting."

Lette was instead amazed: "I didn’t expect them to stop so soon. It seems their internal corruption is even worse than I estimated.

Since they stopped, it’s time for us to take action."

Lette immediately gathered a light ball in his hand and suddenly threw it into the sky.

With the light ball’s explosion, the elf army immediately became restless.

The Treeman Clan gathered in a circle and began to march across the bridge to the opposite riverbank.

They didn’t even need to attack; just getting to the other side basically declared victory in the war.

And the elves hid within the canopies of these Treeman Clan, advancing with them.

A large number of elven reserves were left in the Elf Camp, responsible for maintaining the bridge.

When they saw the Elf Clan beginning their attack, the empire side immediately sounded the horn.

The Magic Crystal Cannons and mage teams promptly began bombarding, quickly destroying the bridgehead on this side.

But soon, the elves on the opposite side started to show their might, and the bridge once again started rapidly growing.

The mages, unwilling to be outdone, sustained their bombardment on the bridge.

But the bridge grown from the trees was constantly growing at an accelerated speed, sometimes surpassing the destruction speed.

Despite the enemy’s bombardment, they couldn’t destroy the rapidly regenerating bridge.

Moreover, after a long period of casting spells, many mages who couldn’t handle it withdrew from the teams to find places to meditate and recover their magic power and spiritual power.

But for the elves, they weren’t casting spells; they were just pouring life elements into the magic array, which consumed them minimally, not to mention they rotated in several shifts.

Some elves were even upset because they hadn’t got their turn.

As the Ancient War Trees reached the middle of the bridge, they entered the enemy’s strike range.

Enemies no longer focused on the bridgehead but turned their targets on the Ancient War Trees.

Then, they experienced what true despair meant.

Facing the lush, thick-skinned, and tough Ancient War Trees, magic seemed like mere fireworks with no lethality.

The elves hiding in the tree canopies felt safer than within a fortress.

These Magic Crystal Cannons and mages couldn’t even stop the Tree Elf Guard, let alone the Ancient War Trees.

They could only watch as this moving fortress progressed steadily forward.

Initially, the slow movement of the Treeman Clan was a drawback, but now it became a torture for the enemy.

Their heavy and slow footsteps seemed like the drumbeat of the Death God, unhurried yet unstoppable.

Bit by bit, it broke down the enemy’s psychological defenses.

Gradually, more and more defenders experienced mental collapse, and the battle lines began to fully break.

In this great situation, Lette suddenly raised an eyebrow, sat up from the lounge chair, and nudged Emily who was lying on the leaves.

"Hey, Emily, how’s your rest going. If you’re ready, your main course is about to be served."