Real elves vs fake elves

Although she attached great importance to honor and merit, the female knight was obviously not so crazy as to deliberately send others to their deaths.

Raising her hand, the female knight made a gesture to prepare for retreat, but before she could formally issue the order, waves of panicked shouts suddenly rang out.

"Enemy! It's the enemy!"

"Where did it come from! Gu…"

"Don't fight, I surrender..."

"What happened?"

"How is that possible? There's obviously no one here!"

"What's going on? What's going on? Where is the person?"

"Gu...kill me..."

The moment the noise occurred, the female knight had already drawn her sword. The enchanted weapon emitted a faint glow. Following the sound, she was ready to quickly eliminate the enemy and stabilize her position.

Although she didn't know when the enemy would come, whether it was a sneak attack or an ambush, these things were obviously not what she should be thinking about now. She should obviously...

She gestured to retreat again and shouted, "Retreat!"

"All retreat!"

After shouting, she took the lead and ran away without caring whether the militiamen reacted or not.

That bitch didn't lie!

Which woman?

Naturally, it was the ranger she had fought against a few days ago.

The female knight has always believed that the ranger's words were false. The sentence "The level of Lothern's warriors is about the same as hers" is a lie that messes with people's mentality. If you think about it carefully, it seems to be true. There is no such thing as a divine force that can mass-produce masters.

As soon as I saw it, the twenty or so people who appeared out of nowhere were fighting each other fiercely. Although they were only holding iron-wrapped wooden sticks, they managed to beat the militia, who were four times their number, until they cried and wailed, unable to raise their heads.

It would be fine if there was a huge gap in their individual technical and tactical levels, but these twenty or so men were arranged in a strict formation, advancing and retreating in an orderly manner, like a wall. When they encountered guys who had the courage to resist, they would even change their formation as smoothly as Edwin, seamlessly switching from a large formation to several small formations, then forming a horizontal formation, and then a circular formation.

Unlike the elves of the White Deer King's Court who took a while to form a long snake formation, this group of Lothern elves changed their formations incredibly smoothly, just like a dance troupe that had rehearsed for a long time. Their unified movements and wave-like actions highlighted their ability to crush them.

"Fight a ghost?! There's no fighting!"

The female knight was a master after all, and if she really wanted to escape, she would not be easily caught. Before she went on the expedition, she wanted to be a commander who would go down in history and love her soldiers like her own sons. Who would have thought that she would suffer such a disastrous defeat in her first mission, and even had to abandon her subordinates and run away.

If she escapes back to the White Deer King's Court, her reputation will suffer serious damage, but she will still have a chance to make a comeback.

Although her family is not a wealthy and prestigious family, it is a force that cannot be underestimated in the entire royal court.

If we were captured here, we would be completely penniless and have no hope for the future.

She had heard that the guy named Aenarion could make four male favorites scream in pain for a whole night!

That’s still four!

Which elf could withstand such a torture? Even she, who had been trained since childhood, could not do it.

Just thinking about that situation is so abominable.

Aenarion's reputation was infamous without his knowledge...

The female knight ran in the grove for more than half an hour due to a combination of fear, shame, panic and other emotional factors. She didn't know whether she was escaping from the pursuit of the elves of the Phoenix Court or from her own fear and cowardice.

Finally, it seemed that fatigue finally made her feel a little bit at ease, and she finally stopped. She held on to a big tree, panting, sweat dripping from her chin, her panicked eyes gradually recovered, and her confused brain was finally able to start thinking about something other than honor.

She raised her eyes and looked around, then the female knight was stunned.

like……

be lost?

But the female knight was not panicked. After all, this was still the outskirts of the forest, and not in the "Wild Tyranny" area where even the elves felt their claws numb.

In other words, here, the elves can communicate with the forest spirits. Although they cannot communicate losslessly like the Wild Elves, the cost of communication is often within the range that the Moon Elves can bear.

Placing her hand on a big tree, the female knight silently thought of ways to communicate with the forest spirits.

But maybe the female knight was too unlucky today. About ten minutes later, she suddenly opened her eyes, and her eyes, which had just regained their calm, became panicked again.

Why...

The forest spirit refused to communicate with her?

Shouldn't it be? Is it because I haven't given enough? Clearly there has never been a problem, so what went wrong?

Suddenly, a disgusting and nauseating smell appeared and spread around the female knight from far away, making her unable to ignore the damn smell no matter what.

Raising her head, the female knight frowned and looked around, trying to suppress her nausea. There, a group of goblins had appeared in layers. These dirty little monsters had red eyes and the ugliest grins on their mouths. They held all kinds of ridiculous wooden weapons with thin iron sheets. These countless little monsters gathered together, and just one look at them could make people feel both psychologically and physically uncomfortable.

"Another ambush? Or an ambush aimed at me by the dirty goblins?" With a disdainful sneer on her lips, the female knight felt an inexplicable evil fire rising in her heart as she looked at this group of dirty and ridiculous little monsters.

Can anything really ride on my head and shit on it?!

I'm going to vent out the negative emotions caused by the recent failure on these damn goblins.

Chapter 25: The Boundless Joy of Atonement

Frenzied sword dancing, limbs flying everywhere, blood and sword lights flying together, internal organs and blood mist all in one color.

Large groups of goblins were chopped to pieces by the enchanted sword, but more goblins rushed forward fearlessly. The little monsters that were once synonymous with cowardice now seemed to have no idea what pain and death were. They fought madly and seemed not to stop attacking until they tore the elf in front of them into pieces.

Soon, the goblin corpses around the female knight gradually piled up into a small hill, and at this moment the female knight gradually felt that something was wrong. The idea of ​​using goblins to relieve her sexual desire was gone, and now she realized that she had fallen into another abyss.

An abyss that is much more terrifying than facing the Phoenix Court.

"How can it be?!"

"Such fearlessness and crazy attitude, are these things really goblins?!"

"Are they really the same goblins that we could kill at will?!!!"

First, there are a large number of knight-level warriors in Lothern, and then there are the fearless goblins who put life and death aside...

The common sense that once existed suddenly disappeared in the face of the bloody facts. The pride of being a noble elven knight was trampled upon twice in just one day. Before the female knight felt sadness and despair, she also felt a sense of absurdity in her heart.

What kind of damn joke is this?

The god who created this joke must be the worst kind of evil god.

The corners of her mouth curved slightly, and she almost laughed out loud before facing such a bleak reality.

Suddenly, a discordant sound rang out among the goblins' screams. Although it was not loud, it was powerful and sharp, but full of absolute confidence.

"The combat capability of Type 6 is indeed too poor compared to that of the elves. As combatants, they are very incompetent. Their lack of wisdom and rationality makes it difficult for them to undertake logistical work. In short, they are a failed experiment."

"Is this the result of our mother's nearly a hundred years of hard work? How ridiculous."

The female knight swung her sword desperately to kill the enemy while trying to look in the direction of the sound. There was a tall and strong figure, but his body shape was very strange. He didn't look like an ordinary humanoid creature, but more like...

A widened and enlarged goblin?

A goblin enlarged to elf size?

What is it?

A strange variant?

"Capture her, don't strangle her. I need a strong test subject. This elf is different from other elves. Her strong body may be the key to my completing Type 7." The tall goblin continued, "I'll have to trouble you to work hard. After experimenting with nearly a hundred elves, I am 3% sure that I can shorten the birthing cycle of females to less than days."

...Harmony...

Collapsing to the ground, the female knight's heart was filled with despair, tears streaming down her eyes.

"Why? Why on earth is this..."

Why does a goblin possess the charm skills that only succubi have?

Unfortunately, the second half of the sentence could not be uttered no matter what. The wisdom in the mind of the female knight who was now lying limp on the ground was rapidly dissipating, and a meaningless "woooo" sound began to come out of her mouth.

"It's so ugly..." In front of the female knight who was lying limp on the ground, two tall goblins stood upright. They were surrounded by a dense circle of goblins. Although these little monsters called "Type 6" were still roaring meaninglessly, none of them stepped out of line. Although their postures were extremely crazy, they did not overstep the line at all.

"This disgusting ugliness, this unpleasant smell, this wanton movement, this ugly expression, this twisted body, this grotesque appearance..."

The tall goblin grinned and belittled the elf in front of him, with deep hatred in his voice.

"Brother, I'm sorry for wronging you."

"Nothing." The goblin called "Big Brother" chuckled, "I was created by my mother to do this. It's okay, little brother. For your dream, your brothers will do their best to help you."

"If it weren't for you, I would still be my mother's toy. I don't know when I would be played to death and thrown away. My brothers would also be destroyed like objects because of my mother's momentary mood."

"Don't worry about us. The brothers were supposed to die. Only you, only you are the most special. Only you are the work that even mother is afraid of. Only you are the real hope of our Guimu Laboratory."

As they spoke, the two goblins did not take the female knight in front of them as a human being at all.

"Take this filthy fellow back." Turning to look at the female knight, the goblin's eyes were still filled with undisguised hatred. "Produce strong warriors for us while confessing your sins to me in your heart. Only in this way can you atone for the sins of your filthy race, for such a tiny crime."

"Oh, and there's Lothern... We can't afford to offend this force for now, and they're also different from other elves... Although they'll eventually become our target, for now, it's best to avoid contact with them."

Chapter 26 Lady Death

After achieving their desired goals, the goblins retreated quickly, and the originally messy battlefield was quickly cleaned up. In a short period of time, all traces of this place were cleared up to be almost the same as the messy primitive jungle. From this point of view alone, the quality of these goblins is even higher than that of many humanoid armies.

Half an hour later, two Lothern Rangers arrived here. Of course, no matter how clean the place was, they still couldn't hide the traces from their eyes. Without the spirit of the forest, they only knew from experience and past learning that a fierce battle had taken place here.

"It should be those goblins." A ranger squatted down and checked the leaves under his feet. There was blood and various pieces of meat hidden under them, and various small scavenging animals and ants were crawling on them. The strange smells made him feel alert. "But don't goblins always hide the traces of their attacks? How can they hide in this crude way?"

Another ranger walked around the former battlefield a few times, then shook his head and said, "I don't understand. Report this to the higher-ups. This is something they should be worried about. We are just scouts, not detectives."

The squatting ranger laughed when he heard this, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone: "Is it worthy of your thirty gold shields? Do you know how much the double-paid non-commissioned officers in the garrison disagreed with the king after he announced the bonus for business trips this time?"

"It's none of my business how old he is. I fought for it with my life. If you have the ability, stop talking and do it yourself." The standing ranger said with disdain, "Besides, we get paid in rounds, unlike the garrison who get a guaranteed income. I think the garrison should also get paid for each round of fighting."

The two rangers walked away while arguing, and soon their figures disappeared into the dense forest.

The battlefield was silent for a few seconds. Suddenly, the fallen leaves on the ground stirred, and a strange and vicious green head emerged from the fallen leaves.

"That was a close call! We were almost discovered! We were discovered!"

"The Overlord said that we have to sneak into Lothern! But how should we sneak in? If I go back like this, the Overlord will eat me alive! Yes! Yes!"

"Far behind, follow, follow, we must complete the mission of the Overlord! Yes, yes..."

The goblin with a rat-like accent quickly burrowed back into the fallen leaves. After a moment, the place was once again silent.

………………

Originally, Daxi was the caravan leader appointed by Aenarion.

, but as expected, an accident happened. You wanted to keep a low profile, but you couldn't resist the pressure. Fortunately, Lothern was also a group of female elves, otherwise the White Deer King's Court would probably be defeated in this round.

Although it is not impossible...

Seeing Daxi returning with nearly a hundred elven girls with a sad face, Aenarion felt inexplicably uneasy. Although he still looked the same cold, quiet and handsome man on the surface, his inner drama became much richer.

In addition to resentment, Daxi's eyes contained a variety of other complex emotions like a fan-shaped diagram. Unfortunately, Enarion was a straight man, and he just felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't understand it at all.

But in this matter, some people are happy and some are sad. When Da Xi is sad, naturally some people will be happy.

"That's great. The troublesome people have gone. Now it's our time alone." Miranda said with a smile, her eyes curved into beautiful crescents.

This made Aenarion glance at the half-elf standing next to him. There were still a hundred people in the caravan, so how could it be that only two people had time? Was he lying with his eyes open?

But the male protagonist was still very sensible and never said this out loud.

Until the team led by Daxi disappeared from sight, Aenarion turned around and waved his hand.

"Let's go!" Although he didn't know what the White Deer King Court was up to, Aenarion decided to do his own thing first. Headaches were just adding to his troubles. "We're not far from the Bone Burial Swamp. Everyone, be careful. The ghouls there are very powerful and numerous. Remember the precautions I wrote to you before!"

"The ghouls there are not the kind you imagine. If the ghouls are not obviously hostile, do not conflict with them. Do not have any thoughts of deviating from the route. Once you deviate from the route, we may not be able to rescue effectively. Remember everyone around you, recite the Phoenix Mantra silently in your heart every five minutes. If you find that the surrounding area is trapped in the fog, immediately chant the Phoenix Mantra loudly. Never let yourself fall into the fog. If you really fall into it, you will be absolutely doomed!"

Even though the relevant precautions for the Bonebury Swamp had been written out one by one and the caravan members had read them carefully several times, Aenarion still shouted to his men several times, as if he was an old mother who was worried about her child's independence. Even though his men agreed in unison, he did not show any relief.

The reason is simple. Aenarion has played the game and he really likes playing it. He likes it so much that he even goes to the forum to listen to the big guys talk about their research background.

So he knew that this world with "The Overlord of the Harem" as the background, on the surface, was dark and gloomy, and the sun and moon were dim, which was the kind of world of geek ecstasy. But in fact, the background was extremely dark, with all kinds of stitched worldviews and bullshit about the strong villains. It was simply a living hell that made tough guys cry. The pink on the surface was actually a two-dimensional filter, and it was a particularly thick filter, much thicker than the one used on Shake Hands.

On the surface, this Bonebury Swamp appears to be a gathering place for the ghoul tribe. Many people believe that these ghouls will be instantly wiped out once the army arrives. The slight danger is also due to the strange mixture of nature and magic in the swamp itself. It only takes a few wizards to adjust it, and it will immediately become a Feng Shui treasure land again.

In fact, the treasure land is indeed a treasure land, but there is an incredible thing buried under the swamp. One of the ceilings of this world, Lady Death is taking a nap under it...

The entire Bone Swamp fell into a horrific illusion because of this sister's dream. What Aenarion said about being trapped in an illusion being doomed was not an exaggeration, but he really had no way to deal with it. Even if he threw a turkey at them, there was still no way to stop it.

And those pitiful ghouls, they were once a glorious elven dynasty, which was so glorious that it looked down upon the world because of all kinds of magical minerals and herbs produced by the dream of the god of death. But because of the change in the dream of the god of death, they all turned into pitiful ghouls overnight. The great wizards, the powerful army, the wise monarch, everything seemed like a bad joke.

Now this group of zombies are still immersed in the glory of the past and unable to get out. In their eyes, they are still the great kingdom that was once glorious and powerful, and unrivaled. Any outsiders will be regarded by them as ugly and damned monsters who attempt to plunder the wealth of their kingdom.

A flashy dream, yin and yang are reversed.