Chapter 204: Naming
"Where's Lysabel?"

Led by the resistance team leader, the elves came to the resistance camp in the forest.

He didn't see the person he was looking for.

"Lysabel, that coward is probably still being chased around by the Duchy's troops."

A few resistance fighters not far away heard the elf's question and started to make a noise.

They were holding bottles of wine in their hands, and were obviously a little drunk. The elf frowned.

These resistance fighters were quite different from those he had seen before. The difference in discipline was too great, which made him doubt whether these resistance fighters were capable of helping the elves achieve their goals.

"Go back."

A wave of divine power emanated from the captain beside him, and then vines emerged from the ground, tightly tied up the rude resistors, and dragged them away.

"These are the new members recruited in this area. They do have some problems with organization and discipline, but they will receive more rigorous training in the future, and one day, they will be able to become qualified soldiers of the Whispering Wind Kingdom."

The captain whispered to the elf beside him, but the elf was not interested in the words "qualified Wind Whisper Kingdom soldier". The captain also sensed this and quickly ended the topic.

"Lady Lysabel, she and her men have not arrived here."

The elf looked around the camp again. The resistance fighters in front of him did not show him enough ability. It was completely different from his impression of the situation under the leadership of Lisabel.

"Can you contact her?"

The elves have already judged that these resisters are not what they need.

"Of course, it's just..."

The captain's words were interrupted by a voice from the side.

“It’s just not necessary.”

A burly figure walked out from the side. He was wearing an officer's uniform from the Wind Whisper Kingdom era, with a medal hanging on it. It was a hero medal. Only military commanders who made great contributions to the Wind Whisper Kingdom could receive this kind of medal.

In the elves' memory, all those who received this medal had died in the previous war.

"I see."

The elf carefully examined the medal. This medal was a little different from the hero medal in his memory. There were some differences in some decorative details. The craftsmanship and materials were also inconsistent. It seemed that this was just a replica made by someone based on his own impression.

"We are now far better than when Lisabel was leading us. In terms of personnel, resources, and prospects, the resistance fighters are now at their strongest under my leadership."

The burly man looked around the camp, a smug look on his face.

"Please help me contact Lysabel and ask her to come here as soon as possible."

The elf seemed to be very polite, but everyone present could feel his contempt for the burly man, a contempt that he did not even conceal at all.

They had misunderstood. The elf did not show any contempt. He just thought that the burly man in front of him would not help him achieve his goal. Therefore, he needed to contact someone who could really help him achieve his goal.

Some resistance fighters stood up not far away, and the sturdy man's expression became ugly. He moved his hand towards the sword at his waist, but finally stopped. He was different from the newly recruited resistance fighters around him. When he was with Lisabel before, he had seen the power of these elves. Any ordinary elf had at least the strength of level 7 or 8.

The elf in front of him was most likely not weaker than level eight, and the forest was the absolute home ground for the elves. They could defeat opponents who were one level higher than them in the forest.

"Go contact Lania."

This was all he could muster out from between his teeth.

"Sir, those people have sent new news."

A resistance fighter walked into a small house. From the outside, the house looked like an ordinary house in the village, but its interior had been completely transformed into a command center.

Lisabel was among them, studying the map on the table with several senior non-commissioned officers. The ink on the map had not yet completely dried. The resistance fighters had just completed a thorough survey of the surroundings and made the map.

The map accurately depicted the blockade line of the Principality's troops, and each outpost on the blockade line was marked with the number of garrisons and details of the defensive facilities.

These blockades were set up very carefully. Unless the resistance fighters had superior forces and were able to break through, it would be impossible for them to escape from the mountainous area without being discovered by the blockades.

But it does not seem impossible that a few people infiltrated sporadically. They did not cut off the travel of caravans and civilians. After all, the surrounding territories still needed the meat, fruits, and furs in this mountain area.

"Didn't they just send the message last week? How come it's so fast?"

The resistance fighters who were imprisoned in the territory of the Noble Alliance by the Duchy's army have been communicating less and less frequently recently, and their tone has become more and more arrogant. Lisabel knows what they are thinking. Some of them now have other ideas.

But she didn't care about it. Those people were just having too much success now, and this success would not last. They were just gaining some living space in the gap between the conflict between the principality and the noble alliance.

But this gap will not exist forever. The better they develop, the closer the duchy will be to victory. After the duchy wins, these resisters who are driven into the territory of the aristocratic alliance will lose all their living space.

"Not sure. This letter is marked top secret. None of us are authorized to open it."

Although the resistance fighters look like ordinary villagers, their discipline has not been weakened in this kind of life. These confidential letters will not be opened by anyone on the communication channel before they are delivered to the target.

It was not until he saw Lisabel take the letter that the resistance fighter saluted and walked out of the command center.

"First, try to infiltrate a small team according to the method we have decided before. As for the candidates, you decide. I don't know more about who is the most suitable for the lowest-level soldiers than you do."

Lysabel said, opening the letter in her hand.

After reading the contents carefully, she raised her head.

"There is a slight change in the plan. I will be added to the infiltration list. Also, the infiltration destination will be changed this time. We are going to the territory of the Noble Alliance."

The NCOs glanced at each other.

"The resistance forces there seem to be acting strangely recently. What happened that made you take the risk and go there?"

Lysabel placed the letter in her hand on the table.

"An elf messenger appeared in the forest there, asking me to go there by name."

(End of this chapter)