I kissed the statue at the beginning and I vomited all over the floor

"Asshole!

There is one thousand on the other side, not one hundred!

I just ran faster than you guys last time, so you better put away your little tricks!"

Chief Boll, who had retracted his big feet, was so angry that his beard began to tremble, and the small braids on it twitched.

Ivan came back with his butt sticking out, looking very bitter.

You don't even explain your own combat power, it's normal for people to misunderstand you...

And if you can't beat me, then you can't beat me, why would you hit me...

After a few small complaints in his heart, Alvin stared at the numbers on Philohill's booklet.

According to estimates, the Patriarch could kill about a hundred Fallen in one effective attack;

The previous second team was about the same strength.

But since the enemy has a commander, they will definitely not be stupid enough to let our side launch a successful raid.

You can't just rush forward and use all your skills to kill a hundred people, and then say hello: Hey, big brother on the opposite side, the fight is over for today, I'll go back to the fountain to rest and come back later.

If he dared to do so, he would probably be surrounded once he broke in.

At that time, we will not be thinking about a surprise attack, but about breaking through.

Although almost all the druids in the base have started combat training, it has only been a few days...

Those combat novices who were being chased by the gray wolf like Senna were just civilians who knew some spells.

It is basically impossible to pick another member like the second team from there.

Is it just a matter of tactics?

Xiling is a little anxious now. This half-elf, who is always calm and composed, obviously knows the overall strength of the base better than Ivan.

She recalled the time when she first arrived in the North District, when older brothers and sisters would disappear from outside the base every day.

We fought many battles in those years, but none of them involved so many opponents.

We can’t win. With the current fighters, we can’t win at all…

She heard Alvin mumbling to himself in a very subtle voice.

"It's really troublesome. The other side is not some guy who shouts that Huang Tian is standing firm, and he will collapse at the first touch...

It would have been great if I had read more of Sun Tzu’s Art of War before…”

The half-elf lady looked at Ivan's profile in silence. Under the backdrop of the glowing plants on the long table, this human frowned and spoke words that she could not quite understand.

It seems that Ivan, who was always eloquent in previous decision-making, has no way to deal with such a huge gap.

"Master Boll, do you remember the general topography of East District 1 to East District 3?"

"Uh... I remember it roughly, but the people in charge of each region know it better than I do."

Alvin raised his head and looked at several druids who nodded at him, and then... then ran out of the Oak Hall.

Just as the executives were looking at each other in bewilderment, Ivan walked in dragging a square wooden board half a day high.

“Hoo, hoo… No, it’s too heavy.

Someone come and lend a hand...even an elf would be fine..."

After everyone, who didn't know what was going on, lifted the square wooden board onto the table, Ivan placed a wooden bowl on the center of it.

"Assuming this wooden bowl is our station, the proportions are approximately realistic...

How big is our base?"

"The entire station is a square with a length and width of about 120 yards."

"The ratio is 1 to 500.

Please ask the persons in charge of East District 1 to East District 3 to use [Tree Shaping] to restore the landforms of each district on this wooden board by reducing it by times."

Several regional leaders were confused, but Philohill next to them had his eyes lit up.

I have to say, people who have received elite education and come from aristocratic families do have more ideas than other people.

Although they didn't know what Alvin was going to do, several responsible persons still estimated the proportions and released spells.

After a while, a wooden sandbox was born.

Ivan stared at the sand table intently, asking whether each piece of terrain was a hillside or a swamp, and marked them one by one.

Then he pointed to an open space in East Area 1 and asked.

“Is the terrain here relatively low?”

"Yes, this is a place called the Rotten Hollow. Normally, the little creatures in the forest don't come near it very often."

"What about this place? Is it also a place that animals avoid?"

"Yes."

After finishing the record, Ivan took Felohill's booklet and wrote and drew something, then raised his head and said to everyone present:

"Everyone, 50 to 1000, the advantage is on me!"

……

As war approaches, the druids in the garrison are busier than ever.

All non-combat druids were called out to go out and shovel the snow out of the depressions in East Area 1.

A certain pervert even specifically instructed that the thin layer of ice at the bottom of the snow should be left behind.

Although they didn't know what the use of this was, the druids had to work overtime to complete the work due to the coercion of a bald man who had an affair with a human pervert.

Then, daily training was changed to spell formations.

Druids need to work in groups of four and cast [Entanglement] on an area. The spell range of each person cannot overlap, but must be closely connected to cover the entire area.

Fortunately, a pervert provided a large number of small wooden sticks enchanted with [Entanglement]. Otherwise, if I only relied on my own spell slots, I would probably be exhausted after just a few casts.

The defense team was also constantly adding barricades. Although the station had only one exit and the other sides were all covered with dense trees, Ivan still required the city defense system to be able to cover all four sides.

However, on the east side, the direction most likely to become the frontal battlefield, a large number of rolling logs with spikes growing on them were piled on the city wall - needless to say, this was another work of [Tree Shaping].

Compared with his own active preparations, Priest Bol's nonchalant look made Ivan so angry that he stomped his feet.

"Master, you are really confident."

Every time he met the idle priest, Alvin would make some unpleasant remarks.

"Haha, you young people are enough."

Every time, the answer given by a certain bald man in his prime was a bit shameless.

Not knowing what the priest was thinking, Alvin finally started his own blocking plan the next day.

……

The East 1 area of ​​the Haze Forest is the area closest to the base.

Several regional leaders stood in a row behind the depression; Xiling and Ivan, with the original second clearing team, stood at the edge of the depression in front.

According to Alvin's guess and Philothir's intelligence, this group of Fallen who attacked from the middle would be much faster than other teams because their route was flat.

Their mission is to stop this group of about 400 enemies in front of this depression that they must pass through.

As mid-level druids who had hardly ever experienced any proper combat, the group of leaders all felt a little weak in the knees.

If it weren't for Alvin and Xiling's repeated assurances that they didn't need to confront the enemy head-on, it is estimated that the several mid-level people who are good at entertaining birds and growing flowers would not have been willing to come over.

Finally, after the middle-level people waited for half a day, the Fallen finally began to emerge from the dense forest opposite the depression.

The densely packed fallen elves, smelling the living scent of Xiling and the others, rushed towards them madly like army ants leaving no grass behind in their path.