What's wrong with building a steel torrent in a dungeon?

"Yes!"

Fran continued, "Have the gunners ready and load the shells. The others should take off their heavy armor and put on light armor, and stand guard on the side of the ship!"

"As you command!"

The deck immediately became busy, and Fran looked at the elves in the distance with concern.

Different from the beautiful, generous and gentle elf in my impression.

The elves in this world are full of arrogance and prejudice. They call themselves the beacon of civilization and look down on other races. However, they have extremely powerful strength in their hands, which gives them the capital to look down on others.

Not knowing the elves' intentions, Fran had to prepare for the worst.

The elves' fleet has more than twenty warships, and the tonnage of each ship is larger than theirs. Even if their ships are equipped with cannons, they are probably no match for them.

The ships on both sides were traveling very fast and soon they were facing each other.

The elves immediately sent them flag signals, asking what force they were. After learning that they were the Shinra Cult of the Holy Rol Empire, the elves sent flag signals again.

"My lord, the elves... invite us to take a ride on their ship," said Catherine.

"Shall we go then?" asked Christina.

"Go! They invited us, why not go. I'm very curious about what the elves' ships are made of, and how they can run so fast." Fran said.

"But..." Catherine hesitated, "What if they want to do something bad to us?"

"Do you think we have any other choice?" Fran glanced around. The elves' ships slowly spread out in all directions, obviously intending to surround them.

"These elves are really going too far. Why are they so aggressive?" Catherine said angrily.

"If they really want to do something bad, what difference does it make whether I go or not?" Fran said, "Don't worry, even if there is danger, I will blow this whistle. When you hear it, all three ships will attack the guest ship."

"I understand. I'll arrange it right away," said Catherine.

"Oh, by the way, you shouldn't go." Fran said, "We are demons after all. It would be bad if we were discovered by the elves. Don't worry, I'll be fine with my sister by my side."

Catherine hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded.

Chapter 122: Ship of Life

After all of Fran's warships were loaded, the elves' fleet began to change its formation. The surrounding warships surrounded the largest warship in the center and slowly pressed towards Fran's three "small ships".

As the distance between the enemy warships became shorter and shorter, the invisible pressure became stronger and stronger. From a distance, their ship looked like a moving mountain.

The largest warship was obviously the elves' flagship. It slowly sailed out of the fleet and faced off against Fran's warship. The other warships retreated far to the side, forming a semi-encirclement.

This is probably the greatest kindness that the elves can show.

Fran ordered her warship to sail over, and the two warships were parked side by side.

There is no harm without comparison.

In front of this big ship, Fran's warship can be said to be a pocket-sized toy. The people on the side of the ship need to look up to see the elf soldiers standing on the other side of the ship.

The elf's ship was green in color, with thick vines entwined around the bottom of the ship. These vines seemed to have life, slowly flapping on the water. It seemed that it was these vines that could propel such a huge ship.

These vines grew along the warship all the way up and finally converged at the position of the mainsail.

Unlike traditional sailboats, the position of the Elf Sail is more like a tree. Something like a thin film grows between the branches, which replaces the sail and uses the wind to propel the boat.

From a distance, the warship seemed full of life, with giant trees, fallen leaves, winding vines, and a green hull. If you didn't know better, you would think the elves were driving a moving island.

Just as Fran was thinking about how to get up, several elves in robes appeared at the side of the ship. They stretched out their hands and placed them on the side of the ship.

Soon, bursts of green light appeared on the side of the ship, and then several sprouts appeared on the railings.

These young shoots grew rapidly, entangled with each other, and condensed into the shape of a ladder, then descended all the way to the side of Fran's ship.

After doing all this, the elves bowed gracefully towards Fran and made a gesture of invitation.

"Life magic?" Fran frowned.

"It should be the magic of life." Christina corrected: "Do you see that tree? It is the seed of life given by the god Shiloh. After being cultivated in different ways, it forms a tree of life in different shapes. As long as they are within the range of the tree of life, the elves can use the magic of the god Shiloh."

"What if you leave?" Fran asked curiously.

"Their magic will be greatly reduced, until it disappears completely." Christina said, "For this reason, the elves have to carry the leaves of the Tree of Life as consumables. So after leaving the forest, the elves' strength will be greatly reduced. This is also the reason why they have rarely expanded their territory over the years."

Fran nodded.

It’s not that they don’t want to, it’s just that the conditions don’t allow it.

It is precisely because of this objective condition that the elves label themselves as a peace-loving race.

Fran stepped on the ladder. Although it looked soft, it was very hard, just like stepping on wooden steps. Fran thought that if the two sides were in a boarding battle, the elves' divine magicians would produce a large number of such ladders, which could be used as a channel for attack or as a shield for defense.

And those vines lurking on the bottom of the ship also look particularly aggressive. If they suddenly stretch out and hit the enemy warship, they may directly smash the opposite ship into pieces.

Doesn't this mean that without sufficient long-range power, ordinary wooden sailing ships are no match for the elves! I don't know how the dwarves defeated this kind of warship.

While thinking, Fran quickly boarded the battleship.

They were greeted by a row of elven guards who looked like works of art. Each soldier wore gorgeous armor with beautiful gold-stamped patterns embroidered on the silver surface. It was elegant and yet not vulgar, demonstrating the unique aesthetic art of the elves.

But...are the hollow patterns on the armor and weapons serious?

Fran had heard the gray dwarves complain about the elves' flashy armor and weapons before. Now it seems that their complaints were very respectful to the elves.

"Welcome, the Holy Maiden of the Shinra Church. You are as beautiful as the legend says." Just then, an elf in an elegant long dress slowly walked down the steps of the Tree of Life.

So pretty!!

Fran was fascinated by this elf at first sight.

Golden hair, elegant face, fair skin shone with brilliant light. When Fran looked at her face, she found that her blue eyes seemed to contain a whole starry sky.

"I am Galannodir, the high priest of the Elf Empire." The elf woman bowed to Christina, and every move she made revealed two words - elegance.

Elegant, so elegant!

Fran thought to herself.

"Hello, respected high priest." Christina also returned the greeting, "I am the saint of the Holy Raiders, Christina."

"I have heard that Shinra has trained an extraordinary saint. Seeing her today, I can see that she is indeed extraordinary."

The two began to exchange pleasantries, and the atmosphere seemed very harmonious. How could they be completely different from the arrogant elves in the legend? Could it be that the rumors were wrong, and all this was propaganda made by the dwarves to discredit the elves?

However, at this moment, the sound of footsteps suddenly interrupted the two of them, and then a tall elf woman came over with a group of soldiers.

"Master Priest, if I remember correctly you should be praying now." The elf woman looked at Christina without hesitation while playing with the dagger in her hand.

Christina frowned slightly.

"Aarendil! You are so rude!" Galannodir's expression also turned cold.

"You, the priest, should do your job well." The elf named Elendil said, "I am the commander-in-chief of the fleet, not you... We are not far from those stinky dwarves, and you, the priest, must do your best to bless the power of the Tree of Life. Let me entertain these guests."

Galannodiel seemed very angry, but seemed helpless. Finally, she looked at Christina apologetically and then returned to the Tree of Life.

After the priest left, Elendil became even more arrogant. She pulled a stool aside and sat down, then said, "Are you the Saint of the Shinra Church? I thought the Shinra Church had been destroyed a long time ago... I really don't understand why those stinky dwarves called you along."

"You!" Several guards following Christina immediately stood up, and Christina's face turned completely cold.

But at this moment, a more mocking voice suddenly appeared.

"You haven't even heard of the Shinra Church? I really don't know how a frog in a well like you can become the commander-in-chief. You can't sell your body, right? Oh, sorry, sorry, who would like a face and figure like yours!"

How dare you mock my sister? Of course Fran would not agree!

Besides, no one can beat me in verbal combat!

Chapter 123: You dare to scold me?

Sure enough, just with these few words, Elendil was enraged.

She stood up from her chair and glared at Christina and her group.

However, what surprised Elendil was that the person who dared to mock her was actually a seemingly innocent little girl!

Seeing Elendil standing up, Christina thought she would harm Fran, so she also confronted her.

If anyone dares to bully Fran, Christina will not hesitate, even if the other party is one of the only two overlords in the world.

Aarendil immediately felt the surging spiritual energy of Christina, and immediately discovered that the gentle saint in front of her was actually a ninth-level master. She could mock the Shinra Church, but she could not ignore Christina's personal strength.

So she took a step back angrily and sat back in her seat, leaving the group aside.

Seeing this, Fran continued to mock, "It turns out that the elves, who have always regarded themselves as the beacon of civilization, don't even know the most basic way of hospitality. They didn't even give a chair to the guests. When we get to Wall City, I will tell the dwarves about these interesting stories!"

Elendil snorted coldly, but in order not to give the dwarves any chance to use their power against her, she finally ordered someone to bring a chair to Christina.

"We saw a bunch of Feather Tribes from afar just now, and were about to clean up these annoying bugs. But just when we were about to catch up, we heard a shrill whistle, and then the Feather Tribes scattered." Aarendil said: "Besides us, there are only you gods in this vast sea.

Luo Jiao's ship."

"You mean, we are the ones who tipped off the Feather Tribe?" Christina said.

"Isn't it?" Elendil said, "The Feather Tribe is a pest in this sea area, robbing ships passing by. We, the members of the Holy Alliance, have the obligation to destroy them when we see them. Since the Shinra Church is a member of the Holy Alliance, it should assist us elves in destroying them. I didn't expect that they would collude with them."

"Collusion? You're putting such a big hat on me. Which eye of yours saw that we were colluding?!" Fran said immediately.

"Hmph! I'm talking to your saint. What qualifications do you, a little nun, have to interrupt?" said Aalendil.

"I'm just interrupting you!" Fran retorted, "The Saint is the spiritual symbol of our Shinra Church. Her position is much higher than yours as the fleet commander. Logically speaking, you have no right to talk to her, unless you call out that beautiful priestess sister just now! With your status, you can only talk to me!!"

"You!" Elendil was angry again: "Are all the clergy of the Shinra Church so rude?"

"Whether we are polite or not depends on who we are with! We will naturally respond with courtesy to the elves who are polite to us. But to a dog that is barking at a baby, that is another matter." Fran said.

As soon as these words were spoken, not only the clergy of the Shinra Church, but even the elves around them burst out laughing.

"How dare you insult me ​​as a dog?" Elendil immediately placed his hand on the hilt of the sword.

"Hey! I'm just talking about dogs, don't take it personally!" Fran said.

Seeing that Ai’alendil’s anger was about to be full, Christina stood up.

Fran's words just now had almost vented her anger, so she gently pulled Fran behind her.

Christina said sternly, "I thought the elves invited me here to greet each other and establish friendship. I didn't expect that what I got was a rude attack. I think you should realize that we, the Roel people, are not your vassals, and the Holy Roel Empire is not your colony. Since the elves have no sincerity,

, then please excuse us."

"Wait!" El'Arundil said, "You can leave if you want, but you must explain what happened just now clearly."

As soon as she finished her words, the surrounding elf soldiers quickly surrounded her.

Seeing this, Christina's guards quickly drew their weapons.

"I'm not obligated to tell you." Christina glanced at Aalendil coldly.

But at this moment, Fran thought of something and said, "You can want to know, but you have to exchange the dagger in your hand. You elves don't want to get our information for free, do you? Or are you a race that likes to take advantage of small opportunities and get things for free?"

Elendil took a deep breath, but finally she suppressed her anger, she drew the dagger from her waist and threw it directly at Fran's feet.

Fran picked up the dagger, played with it for a while, and then said, "That's great. I was just worried about not having a fruit knife to peel apples."

Fruit knife??!

However, Elendil knew that he would not be able to gain much advantage in the argument with his level, so he said, "Now you can tell me. I want to see how you explain it."

"Before we met you, we encountered a group of Feather Tribe." Fran said, "We found their whistles from their bodies."

"Then what?"

Fran continued, "I heard that the dwarves are publicly offering a reward for the wings of the Feather Tribe! One wing can be exchanged for one magic crystal coin. We were thinking about whether we could lure more Feather Tribe, and then we imitated them in blowing the whistle. Unexpectedly, we attracted quite a few. We were almost there, but then we ran into you guys!"

At this point, Fran sighed deeply: "What a pity, this group of Feather Tribe has at least 500 people, that's 500 magic crystal coins, and you scared them all away."

"Humph! I don't believe you can wipe out five hundred Feathered Tribes!" said Aarendil.

"If you don't believe me, just call them over. I can show you how to tear the Feather Tribe apart with my bare hands. And it's free." Fran said.

"A sharp-tongued human, who actually called black white and collusion a pursuit. As expected of a human who is good at lying." Elendil said. However, her mocking words were too dry compared to Fran's.

Could it be that the elves are used to being elegant and have not developed a corresponding culture of swearing?

Fran took out the whistle from her pocket and said, "You can go to Wall City and spread the news that we are colluding with the Feather Tribe. But in return, I will also tell everyone about our experience. Then you will see whether the dwarves will believe me or you. We don't even have a port or a fleet, and we are colluding with the Feather Tribe of the Endless Sea? This is low-handed.

If I tell others about this, I'm afraid my colleagues in the Holy Alliance will laugh their heads off."

Elendil was speechless for a moment.