Chapter 47: The Feast on the Island
Well, it seems that this matter has ended without any resolution.
And right now, the morale among the Human Race troops is extremely low.
Even if they wanted to take action, it would be nothing but a case of wanting to but being unable to.
After everyone had left, Alexander let out a deep sigh.
Now, the only plan he could rely on was the one suggested by his teacher in the morning.
He hoped it would succeed.
Otherwise…
Alexander couldn’t bear to think any further.
The Human Race’s lack of significant action relieved Krul.
Sending troops to escort the supply ship was a risky move; though it would make the supply ship safer, it would also alert the Human Race to something.
Fortunately, the Human Race didn’t take any major actions, only sending out a few extra scouts and sentries.
In response, Krul was equally unyielding, dispatching more of his own scouts and sentries.
Both sides engaged in a fierce espionage battle in the area.
Each desired to uncover more information about the other while preventing their own information from being gleaned.
In war, the importance of intelligence is self-evident.
For example, if the Human Race knew that the Elven Army’s movements were to escort the supply ship, they would surely try everything to intercept it and seize the Elven supplies for themselves.
Sadly, the Human Race lacked this crucial information.
Instead, they worried it might be a trap set by the Elves, just waiting for them to fall in.
Two days passed in the blink of an eye.
When Mohas escorted the supply fleet toward the island in full force, the Human Race naturally noticed the situation here.
However, by that time, it was already too late for the Humans to react.
At this point, they simply could not stop the Elven supply ship from approaching the island.
Among the Human Race troops, many who were in the know wore regretful expressions.
If only they had acted earlier…
But alas, there were no ifs; inaction was still inaction.
The Elves on the island received plenty of supplies.
This left the Humans feeling even less confident in the upcoming battles.
Although the Humans also received continuous supplies from the rear, this seemingly impenetrable island had become the nightmare of the Human troops.
Here, they had already sacrificed numerous companions.
And in the upcoming battles, they were likely to sacrifice even more.
Before the starkness of death, those elite Human Soldiers chasing glory and merit revealed their vulnerable humanity.
Very few can face death calmly.
Everyone actually fears death—the fear is especially strong for pointless deaths.
In stark contrast, the Elves on the island were overjoyed.
The past few days were a resounding victory against the Humans, causing heavy losses on their side.
Now, with the supplies arriving, they could feast and drink without worry about their safety.
Those Humans stood no chance of reaching the island.
Some Elves even took the opportunity to hold a feast on the island.
The battlefield conditions were rudimentary, and the feast was held in an open space.
However, magical lights decorated the surroundings beautifully.
Upon hearing this news, Krul’s expression darkened.
They were currently at war, on a battlefield.
The Human troops were just over there, watching them like hawks, and yet these Elves had the gall to throw a banquet at such a time.
Did they think this was their own noble’s courtyard?
Fueled by burning anger, Krul marched to the open banquet site with his guards.
As the imposing figure of Krul approached, the festive atmosphere of the banquet vanished instantly; all Elves turned to quietly watch him and his entourage.
The organizer, Yuk, felt a bit embarrassed.
It was clear to anyone that Krul’s visit was not a friendly one.
Although his noble status meant he needn’t fear Krul too much, a scolding was inevitable.
This left Yuk somewhat dissatisfied with Krul.
Was it really necessary to make such a fuss over a small celebration for recent victories?
“Are you the organizer of this banquet?”
Krul directly approached Yuk and asked.
“Yes! Marshal,” Yuk nodded gently in reply.
Although he had mentally prepared himself, his body still trembled slightly at this moment.
“Do you know what we are doing right now?”
Krul raised his voice.
Yuk immediately felt the immense pressure emanating from Krul.
This pressure pressed down on him incessantly, making him quite uncomfortable.
Nearby others could also feel the formidable pressure from Krul.
This made them realize that the situation was more serious than they had initially thought.
Yuk gritted his teeth, replying, “Marshal, we…”
“You don’t need to say anything more. I’m here simply to tell you: this is a battlefield, not your noble courtyard. You are here to fight for the Elven Race, not to indulge in luxury. Do you really think your actions are worthy of the glory you have received?”
As Krul spoke, his gaze shifted from Yuk to the other Elves.
Anyone who met Krul’s eyes looked down in shame.
Especially Yuk, whose face burned with embarrassment.
Every word from Krul felt like a slap to him.
But the most crucial point was that he found himself unable to refute what Krul was saying.
What Krul said seemed entirely correct to him.
As the first race to tread the path of world dominance, the Elven Race was undoubtedly martial.
Hedonism only began to permeate this race after they settled into comfort.
At present, this race had not been thoroughly corrupted by hedonism.
Seeing the effect of his words had taken hold, Krul continued, “Want to hold a banquet? Fine! Once you defeat the Humans and drive them back to their lands, you can celebrate however you like. Until then, it is not yet time for you to feast!”
Thus, this banquet, which had only just begun, came to an abrupt end.
Once the reveling Elves departed, Krul turned his gaze onto the now isolated Yuk, saying, “I do not wish to see this sort of thing happen again.”
With that, he turned around and left with his guards, not saying another word to Yuk.
After Krul departed, Yuk stood in place for a long time, unmoving.
He suddenly felt a sense of confusion.
Indeed, Krul hadn’t punished him as he had expected, but instead, he had renewed his perspective, or rather, awakened him from his misguided path.
If what Krul said was true, then what was he before this?
