Lords: From Civilization to the Stars.

Chapter 87 Do you think I'm stupid?
Admiral Spike of the Ominous Ark feels that he has made it in his life.

Their fleet was originally scheduled to go to the sea near Ulthuan for hunting. But in reality, everyone knew that it was just a show. They were just randomly looking for some lucky people around to see if they could recruit them into the slave-hunting team and make them their good slaves.

This form of hunting has been going on for a long time. The Ark of Evil is actually a huge mountain, which was soaked in magic by the dark elves and reforged into a floating home in the ocean.

These homes naturally have all the necessary buildings, but the most important among them is the existence of slaves.

They may fight the elves, but everyone wants to survive and have fun.

Although they cannot survive without souls like the sea elves, the dark elves also need a large number of slaves for blood sacrifice and a certain amount of fresh energy to survive.

So it's said that they are going to fight a decisive battle with the elves, but in fact everyone is capturing people and slaves everywhere. For example, the Norse Peninsula is actually a very good choice. Although there are not many slaves there, there is no need to cause any trouble. Moreover, the people of Norse are also very good at fighting, which makes people feel at ease and also entertaining.

But just as he was thinking about how he was going to capture slaves, a group of neurotic sea elves suddenly jumped out of the sea and slapped him.

What is this? Is this reasonable? On the contrary, Tian Gang is right.

What level are you, the sea elves, at? You want to fight us dark elves? You come here to humiliate us, right?
Although he knew that the sea elves might have some conspiracy, out of his absolute trust in his own people, he drove the Ark of Evil Omen to track the sea elves without hesitation, intending to give them a slave game that they would never forget.

Then he watched the big show.

First, in the Broken Land, he knew that there was already a master in that Broken Land, and he even knew that an expeditionary force of Prince Joy had been defeated there.

Because that day many people's wives, daughters or female relatives expressed great anger, or cursed humans for being ungrateful. In fact, the dark elves also knew that their own population must have been infiltrated by the believers of the God of Joy, and to some extent they could also obtain some intelligence in reverse.

Then he stared at the huge wound and blinked, and the sky brightened and became the embodiment of someone's will.

The huge magical torrent even caused the entire direction and power system of the Evil Omen Ark to malfunction, causing all observers to scream and feel the intense terror coming.

And this was not over yet. Before the admiral could calm down, he saw the sea elves, with the power of the God of Struggle attached to them, rushing towards the bright sun like moths to a flame. Although the number of people in that spectacular scene was far less than that of the elves' battle, the momentum was not bad to be honest.

Of course, the result was that the sea elves were blasted apart by the two terrifying suns and completely turned into nothingness.

After thinking about it carefully, the admiral broke out in a cold sweat.

What kind of background did the owner of this territory have to have the dark gods come up to serve him one by one? It had only been a short time since the expeditionary force of Prince Joy was defeated, and the God of Struggle had put on a vest and came straight up.

As a result, both sides died like nothing, and disappeared in an instant. As an individual who witnessed it with his own eyes, the admiral had mixed feelings, and felt that this world was a bit scary to be honest. He never thought about how to try to suppress the enemies here. You said there are good things here, so what? I don’t want them, right?
As a result, the people below sent him a message that made him scared to death.

Because of the Warp flood and torch lighting just now, the rudder and power system of their Ark of Doom have been temporarily out of control, and it is now moving straight towards the broken land.

This really scared the dark elf. Yes, he felt that he might be able to profit from this change, but he had to survive to make a profit. As a dark elf who cherished his life, when did he have the courage to confront such a terrifying guy?
He was not a novice who knew nothing, so how could he just run into it head-on? So he rationally put down a small boat, and he and his confidants led the way down, looking at the psychic lighthouse in the distance, and sent out his goodwill message very sincerely.

However, what made Admiral Spike feel a little uneasy was that no news came out from the huge psychic lighthouse. There was no special change in the four huge aerospace fleets in the sky.

Just when Spike was thinking that there might be a language conflict and was about to ask in a different language, the light in the air began to refract, and a figure who looked a little thin but full of energy with spiral eyes appeared in front of Spike, looking him up and down with curiosity.

And the first moment the two sides looked at each other, Spike subconsciously lowered his head, not daring to look at those eyes full of the ritual of destruction.

But it was this action that made the floating figure nod with satisfaction.

'You are very good, really very good.'

The figure standing on the boat said in fluent dark elf language:

"Whether you are here to say hello sincerely or insincerely, I am really touched now. It is really great that there is still a group of people in this world who can communicate normally."

"You, you flatter me..."

'No, I don't. I will give you a gift to thank you. But since you are here to exchange ideas, should we talk about mutually beneficial cooperation and development? Look at those sea elves. They actually mastered a wonderful beast taming technology from other regions. I remember that your species should need this.'

"The amazing beast taming techniques from other regions?"

Hearing this, Spike's eyes suddenly became sharp.

Maybe this scary wizard in front of him was just ignorant, but what was wrong with having more options?

Dark elves are addicted to backstabs, but the premise is that they also have a honeymoon period, right?

Faced with such a sincere Wizard King, Spike nodded and decided to chat in more detail.

The sea elves who were fleeing in the sea looked at this scene and stood there in a daze.

"...?"

What are they talking about?
The dark elven language of the old world?
Don't you use soul connection to talk?

Isn't it said that each race is isolated from each other, does not know each other's language, and can only kill each other? What is the situation now?
Looking at the two teams closing their gun barrels and gates as the exchange of language began, the remaining sea elves suddenly felt that they might have made an extremely wrong and absolutely terrible choice.

(End of this chapter)