"...I, Arrathet, here I will write down this journey on the sea. I will take this private diary and use it as the first chapter of this record..."

"... It was the afternoon of the tenth day of the fleet that encountered the storm... The storm came very rapidly. Before it arrived, the expeditionary fleet had sailed calmly for a week, sailing forward with a gentle southwest wind. It was fast and steady, and even the most experienced sailors admitted to having good luck. It should be noted that we did not follow the normal route, and Prince Eshurufat asked for a change of direction the next day. Although the prince seemed to know little about the sea (he was as curious as I am about the scenery on the sea), he emphasized that he knew what he was doing. He said that he knew a route-although even the most experienced captain did not know what he said. But in the end, the prince used his authority to force others to obey."

"I want to describe the specific situation of the storm in detail. First, I saw some clouds rising from afar - that was a very far-reaching location. If it was based on experience on land, it was something that was not worthy of concern at all. But it was different at sea. I asked the captain and a few sailors, and their answers were surprisingly consistent: 'The clouds rose too fast, not like passers-by. If they did not predict the disaster, they would not be so dark.'"

"The sailors quickly took action just in case. Soon, the crew began to loosen the main sail, and the rest of the ships were the same. That was a critical moment, because the fleet had just made this move, and the strong wind rushed up. A ship that was slightly slower began to tilt, but fortunately it was still timely. At least the ship had recovered its balance in time. The wind became stronger and stronger, and Prince Ashrufate ordered the fleet to pull off all the sails-top sails, with the tail sails without exception. We aimed the stern at the wind, ran down the wind, and flew naked with the mast."

"At this time, the sky and the earth were covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder. The sun was completely invisible at this time, and it was as dark as midnight. The huge raindrops made the face hurt. Even the great/wizards who seemed to be omnipotent seemed to have become fragile and helpless. They tried their best to cast spells to protect our ships, but at least it seemed to be ineffective. His Highness the Prince stood on the deck and commanded in the wind and rain. He let all those who did not know how to sail into the cabin to avoid getting in the way. It must be said that I welcome this order. The sailors were also calm, and it seemed that these things that scared me were common to them. After figuring this out, my original doubts and fears were eliminated. Because of my exhaustion, I quickly fell asleep in my room, although the ship was shaking like a dwarf's steam engine."

"When I woke up, the sea had recovered from peace. His Highness the Prince was asking the Star Dragon to set out to count the situation of the fleet. The value of the dragon on the sea was fully demonstrated at this time. The fleet quickly gathered back with the messengers flying in the sky. Fortunately, we did not suffer any major losses in the storm - in fact, there were still gains. A transport ship of our evil cousin was also involved in the storm, and he actually mixed with our fleet by chance."

"Without waiting for the prince's order, six warships pressed onto the ship like a sea of ​​straits. I saw the ships tightly together, and a group of swordsman jumped over the ship's side and started a battle with the plague. Our evil cousin's resistance was weak and we occupied the ship without any casualties. When the prince and I got on the ship, the battle was completely over. It was obvious that a plague occurred on the ship, and the killed Truzi had already been tortured by the disease without any resistance. As I entered the cabin, an indescribable stench filled the ship... When I warned the prince about the danger of disease, he ordered all the soldiers to leave the ship and only a few subordinates to search the cabin."

"Inside the cabin, I saw a lot of rat people's corpses in the slave cell. As far as the situation is concerned, these rat people are undoubtedly slaves captured by Duruci. But they are undoubtedly the source of the plague. Because of the concern of the disease, we just took a rough look and confirmed what happened here and left. Only Prince Ashrufate found a strange statue from the rat's corpse. The statue was a bust of a rat, but the mouse had strange and asymmetric horns on its head."

"The prince asked us what the statue is. The final conclusion should be the God of the Rat Man. These captured Rat Man were praying for their gods before they died. The discussion ended here. We are not very concerned about what happened here anyway. The Rat Man is a clan full of mysteries and ugly and evil for our Yasuer clan. All our contacts with this race (most of which are contacts with the adventure team) ended with sword and fire, so we have no anxiety and compassion for this matter. At least personally, I am very happy to see it."

"After returning, the prince ordered the ship to burn to prevent the spread of the plague. However, he retained the statue of the rat god. I believe this should be a manifestation of curiosity or spirit of exploration. Of course, this matter is insignificant - Yasu is on the way. It is too difficult to find something to write about this boring and boring voyage. I have to record all the sporadic and meaningless things as the content of the diary."

"...Anyway, the boring voyage ended. Land had already appeared ahead. Out of caution, we spent a day or two temporarily mooring and sent scouts to the shore. The scout's report confirmed that it was indeed Nagaros. His Royal Highness's route was correct. We are now on the coast of Nagaros, south of our evil cousin's territory. This is a wilderness, and a natural deep water port, I

We can land safely... The dispatched fleet brought news that the location guided by the prince is the only place nearby where you can land. Whether it is north or south, there are problems with the depth of the water, or the reefs and turbulences form natural obstacles. I don’t know why the prince knows this route and this natural dock. Today, many captains are whispering behind their backs to discuss this matter. They looked at the prince’s back and felt a little more awe in their voices.”

"Putting aside the tailwinds of this voyage and downstream factors, the choice of this landing site alone prevented the expeditionary force from the greatest danger. Our evil cousins ​​had no idea that we would come here at all, so no defensive forces were deployed nearby. Even if they had a small number of scouts nearby and found us, there was no time to inform the large army to stop us."

"...We only took half a day to complete the landing... The prince convened a simple military meeting to discuss the next step. Because of this long journey, Gales proposed to rest for a few days and recover before setting off. Kay retorted, saying that this was entirely time for our evil cousins ​​to prepare, and the surprise raid was the most important thing. However, in the end, the prince accepted Gales' suggestions because he pointed out that after such a journey, the horses were exhausted and were not suitable for marching in a hurry or entering the battle immediately. Without the help of the horses, our army's combat power would drop significantly. At the same time, the distance between our army and Anfoglis was relatively long, and long-distance raid was not a good choice."

“…For me, my boredom first chapter has finally come to an end, and the war is about to begin.”

——Excerpt from "The First Chapter of the Long March: Voyage on the Sea"

At this time, the day has ended and the night has come. The world has been covered by the cloak of the night.

Anfoglis, the southernmost town of the Dark Elves clan, has now fallen into silence. By the standards of the Dark Elves, Anfoglis can only be regarded as a small city. This city is located on the coast and a port city, and it flourishes as a transfer station for the slave trade. The so-called slave trade transfer station is actually a classification of various captives here and then distributed to different places. Recently, some family agents have come to Anfoglis and directly select slaves here, which indicates that it seems that there is a possibility of developing into a large-scale slave market. Overall, this city is a huge slave camp, where the dark elves use shackles, whips, swords, magic, and the most important thing - the fear of death, forming an iron fist, firmly dominating the land.

However, tonight, things seemed a little unusual. Lord Meglin, the ruler of Anfoglis, has received the latest information. In the past few days, he has lost contact when he has a patrol unit on routine patrols (and looking for resources available) on the southern land. Out of the cautiousness of a lord, he sent out three elite scout teams. Now, one of the scouts has brought relevant information. In fact, although this matter was unexpected, it is reasonable - in the south of the White River, the Yasuols' army was discovered.

Lord Meglin had already known about the expeditionary army. Although it was already night, it did not affect his summoning officers as quickly as possible to analyze and judge the situation in front of him.

"This is the latest news from the sea. Our plan to intercept enemy fleets at sea was not successful. So, no doubt, our stupid cousins ​​have been lucky enough to avoid our interception and landed in the south." Lord Meglin looked at his subordinates. "We had a small patrol unit heading south and lost contact five days ago...well, now we can be sure what they encountered. Prince Eshu Rufat's expeditionary force actually landed there."

"Prince Ashrufat's Expeditionary Force?" A dark elf officer looked at his companion with a puzzled expression. It seemed that he was the type of inexperienced,

"Yes, a prince who had popped up from nowhere, landed from a place in the south where birds could not shit out enemies. Perhaps this was good news for us..." one of his well-informed companions giggled.

"Does anyone know anything about this Prince Ashurufat?" asked Lord Meglin. By the standards of elves, Lord Meglin was a tall, strong and fierce-looking lord. But in reality, he belonged to the ordinary nobles - neither had particularly famous records nor any unforgettable deeds. If he insisted on having something unique to others, it was probably only interested. His greatest pleasure was to capture the prisoners who dared to resist, roast them in public on fire racks, and then feed them to the beasts.

"This prince seems mysterious," replied the well-informed officer just now. "There are only a few rumors. It is said that he once traveled to the country of mankind alone... But I heard that he was brave and good at fighting, and had killed Lord Karuf one-on-one on the battlefield before."

"Karuf... Why have I never heard of this name?" Lord Meglin frowned. This action caused a vicious wrinkle on his forehead. Similar to humans, for the dark elves, knowing the relevant situation of the lords in various parts of the country (in fact, there are also the noble situations of the Shenwu elves) is the most basic knowledge of a noble.

"Your Excellency, he is the nobleman promoted by His Majesty the Witch King in the battle. I remember being an ordinary officer before, but was promoted to a nobleman by voluntarily carrying out a dangerous action. According to news from our stupid cousin, the Lord Karuf met Prince Ashuruf on the battlefield, and was killed by Prince Ashuruf in a one-on-one duel. His army and his actions were destroyed, and the King of the Witch King also got angry for a while."
Chapter completed!