YM778.TV Chapter 510 - Sacrifice
Somewhere secluded, the remaining leaders of the elves had gathered. However, they were no longer as harmonious as they had been previously. Just after the first battle, cracks started popping up in their so-called alliance. All because of one failure.
"What do you mean we have to abandon them!?" One of the elves roared in his furious hoarse voice, "They are our brothers who willing went into the battlefield trusting your plan!"
"I think you know exactly what I mean, Lorcan." Aimon scoffed, "It isn\'t a matter of trusting my plan if the bombers failed to properly get through the first phase of the plan."
"... We still need to help them." Lorcan slammed his fists on the table, breaking it in half.
Lorcan Ogreson was the chief of the warrior tribe in Alfheim. They were known to be the most aggressive and ruthless warriors amongst the elves. It was thanks to that, they had expanded and taken complete control over one of the four major continents of Alfheim.
As for his physique, it was true to how the elven legends described the mountain elves. A strong lean figure covered from the head to the toe with proud battle scars that merged with their brown skin. His ragged beard and the battleaxe strapped on his back further pushed his aggressive look.
These Elves never trimmed their beards until and unless they were defeated in a battle. Thus the length of their beard also signified their unending battle streak.
It was thanks to their god gifted physique and talent in battle they had protected their continent from every threat on their own for centuries. But this time even the proud Lorcan had to give in and join the alliance. He knew it very well that even trying to stop Arnold on his own was a foolish move.
However, the way Aimon and the rest of them had decided to sacrifice their fellow elves without even thinking about them did not sit well with him. Thus, he wasted no time voicing his opinions either. However, without the support from the others, his opinions didn\'t mean shit to anyone.
"Lorcan, you and your war craving clan will never understand how delicate this situation is." Aimon continued, "The entire purpose of launching an attack on them was to take them by surprise. But now that element is gone, sending in more forces would do us more harm than good."
Everyone present in the room nodded. Their plan had failed miserably and now they had to take responsibility for that failure. As much as they wanted to save the fellow elves, they knew even thinking about that was more or less suicidal.
\'It was no coincidence though...\' Aimon thought to herself, \'After all, I already knew about the defences and security check those aliens had imposed on the elves. Heretics? Gods? I don\'t give a shit about those things. All I do care about is profits.\'
The elf Aimon had presented in front of the alliance was indeed someone who wanted to propagate the name of their new god. But the fact of the matter was that Aimon had already interrogated the elf about everything under the guise of joining their new god.
She made every elf under her authority change their religion and follow Deathless. They even had a secret altar dedicated to him in her tribe. Just to win the informer\'s confidence. However, it wasn\'t because she believed in him or anything. She simply saw the profit she would receive by joining his side.
The elves who oppose him, would eventually fail and be killed. That would create a void of power which her people would slowly fill and become the strongest clan of Alfheim. Thus she would prove her \'loyalty\' to Deathless and rule over Alfheim in his absence.
That was her plan and to fulfil it, she would go to extreme lengths. Lengths such as sacrificing countless souls. Aimon sent the bombers to the newfound city knowing that they will get caught. So she had already given them the instruction to detonate themselves as soon as they thought things were going south.
Once the bombs had exploded, it should have been enough to throw the residents in disarray. Then when the elves would have attacked them, they would have been in desperate need of help. That was when her secret soldiers would enter the battlefield and save them, hence making her be praised and she would have won over the trust and gratitude of the new god.
However, she had severely underestimated the capabilities of the beings hiding within the walls of the city. As a result, her plans did not come to fruition. But at least she managed to tune her opposition down a bit. Even though things did not work out as she had imagined, it was still a win for her.
"Let\'s just gather our forces and think about a better plan." Vistara Mermaiden, the leader of the sea elves said.
Unlike the other elves, the sea elves did not have any of the usual characteristics that an elf had. Their ears were not pointy, but flabby which helped them hear things underwater. On top of that, they breathed through their whitish-blue skin which also made it possible for them to breathe and live underwater.
They also had the ability to morph their bodies according to the terrain they were on. Meaning they can make their tails turn into legs and vice versa upon will.
Also, they weren\'t the most social bunch and liked to stay secluded in their own domain and rarely ever interacted with the rest of the species. But at times of crisis like these, even they could not afford to stay silent anymore.
"It doesn\'t what plans we make... they will always have contingencies against them." Aimon replied softly, "But for the sake of Alfheim, we have to keep pushing through even if we have to sacrifice countless brothers and sisters. But that does not mean we have to go in blindly to get massacred."
She continued inside her head, \'After all, how will it be fun if all of you get massacred so easily?\'