The Crystal Palace Plan of the Sinner Lord

Consider it a symbol of honor.

The Goblin Warrior brandished the long sword seized from the knight and demonstrated it in front of a group of ordinary goblins, teaching them how to become more cruel and effective in hunting and fighting.

When Caesar passed by with Cersei.

These goblins were all excited. Was the king willing to grant them female animals? However, the majestic and cold gaze of the demon was like a basin of cold water, instantly extinguishing the thoughts in their hearts.

No goblin dared to follow and disturb them.

Caesar carried Cersei to the deepest part of the cave.

There is a simple altar made of animal bones and wooden strips, with several torches standing around it. The shadows of demons and elves are elongated by the swaying flames and reflected on the damp and cold walls, like devils with bared fangs and claws.

"You, what do you want to do to me?"

The bloody and crazy scenes along the way have already made Cersinati feel fear in her heart.

She is indeed a brave and skilled sword dancer.

But that doesn't mean she was willing to die in such a ridiculous place, being humiliated by a group of green-skinned devils, dismembered, skinned, and having her head impaled on a spear to become part of their tribal totem.

"What do I want to do to you? Hehehe!"

Caesar threw the elf girl to the ground and sneered:

"You made a mistake. Now you are begging me. You should take the initiative to do something. When you came here, you saw those goblins, right? They really want me to give you to them as a reward, Miss Elf... You don't want to become a breeding ground for little goblins, do you?"

Speaking of the goblin seedbed, the fear on Cersinati's face became even more intense.

There are rumors all over the continent about how brutal goblins are.

The final fate of any female who becomes the breeding ground of the goblin tribe is even more horrible than falling into hell. They lose their freedom, their thoughts, their dignity, and are completely reduced to being a reproductive machine, a piece of meaningless meat. Once they lose their fertility, they will become food for the goblins.

Such a thing was simply unimaginable to Cecilia.

She is a noble star and moon elf!

"What do you want?" Cecilia was scared.

"Do you want money or magic props? I can give you whatever I can afford."

"I don't need any of these." Caesar's deep eyes were filled with the most primitive sin.

"Miss Elf, you often deal with drow elves, so you should know what those corrupt guys like to do most." Caesar narrowed his scarlet eyes slightly, and placed his weapon on Cecilia's soft neck: "As you can see, my weapon needs maintenance. If you don't want to be thrown into those goblins, work hard."

He took the Axe of Destruction from behind him and stood beside Cersei.

The hoarse voice without a trace of warmth echoed in the dark cave:

"Don't even think about running away, or I won't mind breaking another leg of yours!"

Cersei had never done anything like this.

She smelled a sickening stench and fishy smell from the horrific weapon.

Disgusting, cruel, hateful.

Now, she had a lame leg and there was no way she could escape from this demon with strange fighting power. The end of her resistance would be being thrown into those goblins. If she cooperated obediently, she might be able to find a chance to go back.

There are still so many tribesmen waiting for her to bring the Three-Leaf Frost Flower back.

If it weren't for these considerations, she would rather commit suicide here.

"I'm sorry, Villers," she murmured in her mind.

But weighing the pros and cons at this moment, a little compromise is acceptable.

Fear, dignity and racial justice experienced a brutal battle in the mind.

Finally, she lowered her head and murmured in an almost inaudible voice:

"Okay, I...I agree to your terms."

Caesar curled up a cruel smile and turned around to sit against the wall.

The Axe of Destruction was placed beside him, and then he waved to the elf lady, motioning her to come over.

She lowered her head, her silver hair covering her face full of humiliation.

Self-esteem was shattered in an instant.

...

[Cesinati's favorability towards you -20, currently -100 (deep-rooted hatred)]

Caesar was not surprised by the decline in favorability.

I was thinking about how to break down Cersinati's psychological defenses step by step.

Chapter 20: Humiliation

The reason why Moonlight Lake is called Moonlight Lake.

It is because of the blessing of the faith of the Star and Moon Elves that only moonlight can be seen in this area covered by dense forests, and no sunlight can be seen all day long.

Under the cold moonlight, the lake surface reflected the faint silver light and the flames of war in the forest, as if a mad painter had poured chaotic oil paint on it and twisted it into strange colors. There was a beauty of tranquility being torn apart by the heat. At this moment, the area around the Moonlight Lake had become a battlefield for the Star and Moon Elves to resist the Drow Elves.

The drow are a group of fallen elves who live in the Underdark and serve the Spider Queen.

They have dark brown skin and are undoubtedly more deadly than the Star and Moon Elves when they hide in the forest. The power of shadows makes them corrupt but also makes them more perfect hunters.

In the dim and blurry light of the Sunset Forest, dark shadows approached the Moonlight Lake like ghosts. Shadow magic cleared the way ahead and arrows were like bats flying in the night, silent but deadly.

On a high ground beside Moonlight Lake.

Villers, leader of the Star-Moon Elf Outpost Corps.

Standing quietly under an ancient oak tree, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's and his handsome profile seemed like it was cast by God.

He slowly raised his bow and arrow, and the other Star and Moon Elves around him were equally nervous and focused.

Behind them is their home.

At this moment, only war can explain the meaning of protection.

With his bow drawn, Villers locked onto the first drow that rushed out of the forest.

With its agile body, the shadow leopard bared its fangs and claws.

But the light of the moon shone on Villers' arrows, and he took a deep breath.

He relaxed his fingers, and with a "whoosh", the arrow silently cut through the air, piercing through the drow elf and the shadow leopard.

This arrow is the clarion call for attack.

In an instant, arrows rained down like locusts, pouring towards the forest.

"Hold the line!" Villers said in a serious tone.

He knew very well that the Star-Moon Elves would not be able to gain any advantage soon.

Because the drow elves are particularly good at close combat, the rain of arrows only eliminated part of the vanguard. This was the 12th attack by the drow elves. His subordinates were already exhausted, and their hands holding the bows were shaking.

But as the legion commander, he could only continue to inspire the fighting spirit of his men:

"Everyone must hold on. We will have plenty of food and herbs as backup. We will definitely win this war!"

hiss--

A sharp arrow came across the sky, as fast as lightning.

Villers had no time to dodge and could only turn slightly to the side, but the arrow still pierced his shoulder.

"Hmm..." Villers groaned.

Blood spurted out from the bowl-sized wound on the shoulder.

......

Caesar touched Cersinati's head, but the elf lady just glared at him, indifferent to his rudeness.

"You have a problem with that?" Caesar changed his tone and sneered, "Think it over, Miss Elf. Your people are waiting for your help. Maybe your husband will be captured by the drow in a battle, and then degenerate into one of those black-skinned monkeys, and become a dog for the female drow to enjoy! You don't want that to happen, right?"

Following the demon's description.

That scene unconsciously emerged in Cecilia's mind.

She couldn't imagine that the handsome and brave Villers in her mind would become a slave of the drow elves.

She couldn't accept it.

"If I do my best to help you maintain your weapons every day, you will let me go and let me go back, right?"

Cecilia's voice trembled, almost as if it was squeezed out from between her lips and teeth.

"That depends on your performance, Miss Elf."

Caesar gave an ambiguous answer.

"You have to swear."

"Of course, I swear to the God of Filth."

Caesar raised the axe of destruction and said solemnly: "If you can satisfy me, what if I let you go back?"

The oaths taken to the gods on this continent have a strong effect.

Just like at this moment, a faint sense of voyeurism appears around.

There is a strange connection established between Caesar and Cersei, and that is the oath of God.

Even the evil god would be happy to accept such an oath.

Because as long as he breaks the contract, he can get a complete soul.

Although they have no shortage of souls, even a small mosquito is still meat, and accumulated together it can be a good income.

Cersei could already feel that the oath made by the gods had taken effect.

With the hope of being able to go home, return to her husband, and go back to save her people.

She silently lowered her head to clean the demon's weapons, and even seemed impatient.

To be honest, this was very helpful to Caesar.

But today he didn't plan to continue.

The main thing is to keep Cersinati's appetite.

He couldn't be anxious, he had to make Cecilia anxious.

"Stop." He pushed Cersinati's pretty face away.

The elf's pretty face was filled with astonishment.

"why?"

"Do you think I'm a drow?"

Caesar had a cold look and indifferent eyes, like a sage who was high above everyone else.

"All kinds of dangers can happen at any time in Sunset Forest. I need to conserve my energy and rest."

"Then how long will it take for you to be satisfied?"

The elf's face was filled with anxiety.

"How should I know?" Caesar said with a grin, "Maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow morning, or the day after tomorrow... So, Miss Elf, please take every job you do seriously."

Cecilia felt like she was being fooled.

But the contract with God was indeed effective, and she could only bite her red lips and glare at the demon, wishing she could hack him to death with a knife.

Yes, if you can kill the demon, you can escape.

But her legs...

A hint of murderous intent emerged in Cersinati's heart.

If your legs and feet are inconvenient, just wait until the demon relaxes his vigilance before taking action.

For example, when sleeping.

"Let's go back. Can you walk by yourself?"

Caesar greeted it, and to his surprise, the elf did not resist this time.