Real elves vs fake elves

Otherwise, if a few unlucky guys get their brains burned out or something, there will be no place to complain. Should this be counted as combat casualties or non-combat casualties?

As he thought, he took action. He leaped forward twice and came directly in front of the Faceless Man. Because the guy's egg-shaped brain had no visual organs such as eyes, Aenarion didn't know whether the other party was looking at him or not. In short, his big movement should have successfully attracted the other party's attention.

The first step was completed successfully, and the next step was the second step, to kill this damn monster as quickly as possible.

Not knowing whether physical attacks would be effective against this aggregate of pure darkness, Aenarion directly cast magic on the Fang of the Serpent King in his hand. Regardless of the Serpent King's ambiguous howling, the Phoenix King immediately took a stance to chop down the damn monster in front of him.

Then the big guy stopped.

It’s not that he didn’t want to kill it, but the performance of the monster in front of him was beyond his expectations.

Because they do not have normal facial features, the Faceless Men perceive the real world in a different way from normal creatures. The relevant issues are a bit difficult to explain. To put it simply, because of their characteristics of being half underworld creatures and half real world creatures, their means of observing the world is through the "eyes" of the underworld. This situation also occurs in those "natural wizards", "witches" and "shamans" among real world creatures.

Therefore, the world in the eyes of the Faceless Men is completely different from the world in the eyes of normal people.

In the eyes of ordinary people, Aenarion is a mighty elf. Just standing there makes people feel like there is background music playing. He is the kind of macho man who will say "Ora Ora" to the enemy and then declare "Your death star is shining in the sky".

All in all, in the eyes of normal people, Aenarion's image is a bit outrageous.

As for the image of Aenarion in the eyes of the creatures in the underworld, it is even more outrageous.

It was as if a blazing sun was radiating violently around, and the vigorous energy of order was sweeping the surroundings in an almost cruel way. Under the baptism of this surging energy, the environment here became completely unstoppable and ordered, and it excluded all other "abnormal" things in an extremely exclusive way.

But the problem is that in the boundless netherworld, this so-called "abnormality" is the mainstream. To the real netherworld creatures, this violent energy of order is like an unreasonable madman who is wantonly destroying everything around him.

And they carried out such outrageous acts in a way that was almost incomprehensible and beyond their imagination.

Under the violent energy of order, the spirit of the Faceless Man was put to a great test. His ignorant and chaotic thoughts were instantly washed away, and the so-called "rationality" was about to appear. The Faceless Man's faith was being tested...

Chaos detection...

Failed the test...

reason!!!

"Aaaaa!!!"

Although it had no mouth, the Faceless Man still let out a terrifying roar. Although no sound was emitted, the violent impact of the magical energy still made the elves and dwarves subconsciously cover their ears, which was a completely useless action, and let out painful wails.

Although the monster's howls were in a mysterious language that no normal person present had ever heard of, the elves and dwarves still understood the monster's howls.

"Gah! I don't want to see it! I don't want to see it!!!"

The Faceless Man roared, and suddenly performed a horrifying act of self-mutilation.

It actually took off its own boiled egg-like head, crushed it without hesitation, and threw it aside like a rag.

After doing all this, the monster fled without hesitation, as panicked as a Husky about to get an injection.

Aenarion: "..."

The big guy put away his sword and said nothing. He just felt that the other party was being incomprehensible and that he had wasted so much time posing.

Aenarion returned to the battlefield slowly. Facing the fanatical eyes of the elves, before he could say a word or two, the Fire Salamander Prince came up to the big guy with his followers and performed the most noble etiquette among the dwarves.

Since the other party was so polite, Aenarion couldn't be impolite and had to return the greeting quickly.

Then, Prince Salamander spoke up: "You can imagine what a great god the Phoenix God is!"

Aenarion: "??? Ah yes, yes."

Dwarf Prince: "In the countless years we have fought against the Faceless Men, wherever this monster appears in its true form, even our bravest and most determined warriors will be instantly corrupted and turned into madmen, and finally become slaves of that damn monster. Only around the Ancestral Furnace can we barely resist this unstoppable madness. Only weapons blessed by the Ancestral Furnace can repel that invincible monster."

"But today, we first resisted this terrifying invasion, and then you stepped forward as God's Chosen One to guide the power of God and easily repel the monster. We have never seen such a heroic demeanor, and we dare not imagine it. Our gods were all saved by you. Please accept our highest courtesy."

He bowed again, and Aenarion bowed quickly in return.

At the same time, the big guy was wondering in his heart, is it really because of the powerful turkey that he could repel the monster so easily?

Chapter 68 Clean things can spread quickly

After safely surviving the encounter with the Faceless Men, Prince Fire Salamander quickly introduced the method of fighting against the Faceless Men.

Although they have been slaughtered by this damn monster for so many years, the dwarves have still summed up the corresponding experience, which can be roughly summarized as fighting evil with faith.

After discovering the trace of the Faceless Man, the dwarves will immediately gather around the ancestral brazier and pray. The dwarves' firm will and thoughts will turn into a barrier of faith, able to effectively resist the Faceless Man's mental attack. After making sure that the Faceless Man's mental attack has been weakened, the leading dwarf ancestor will use a mixture of magic and runes to severely attack the Faceless Man, in this way temporarily exiling this damn monster.

They cannot be killed, just like mortals cannot destroy a natural phenomenon. For dwarves, things like the Faceless Men can only be avoided with experience and courage. The two sides are not enemies of the same level at all.

Human heroes are an exception. The Dragon Roar mobilizes the power of the world itself. This power is on the same level as the Faceless Men.

“In other words, our devout belief in Asuryan formed the first barrier of faith, and then I used Asuryan’s divine power to successfully banish this damn monster?”

Aenarion listened to the explanation of the Fire Salamander Prince and felt that it made some sense.

The settings in the game itself are not much different. The best way to kill this kind of faceless man is to chop him to pieces with a magic weapon, but that is meaningless. In the background setting, this group of faceless men in the abyss have split and multiplied everywhere, almost endlessly.

The magical energy provided by the Moho Mine of the Slan Demons was basically absorbed by these damn monsters. Thousands of years have allowed the power of these guys to expand to an incredible level. If it weren't for the fact that these ignorant monsters have such short-sightedness and no concepts related to "clan" or "organization", they would have launched an invasion of the surface after taking care of the underground world.

Aenarion: "Is it really all right for us to talk about this man, if he is so terrible?"

Prince Salamander: "...It's not that scary yet. Indirect contact and discussion are not a problem. Everything that is said must be known. That belongs to the realm of gods. No matter how powerful the Faceless Man is, he can't reach that level..."

Aenarion nodded when he heard this. Although this thing looked like a Cthulhu-style monster

, but after all, it is not strong enough to be so evil. Just saying the name will lead to uncontrollable corruption. This is too rude. There is no gameplay at all and the experience is terrible.

After a brief rest, the group held a grand collective sacrifice to their gods. After all preparations were complete, this army of dwarves and elves set out on their journey again.

So, after all living beings left this land, this place fell into endless darkness again.

But darkness is not eternal. Light that came from nowhere once again illuminates this place. After countless darkness gathered together, the faceless man once again showed his previous form. However, unlike in the past, countless spots of light appeared on his body, and these spots of light were still spreading, combining, and expanding infinitely.

"The Lord of the Light Realm... The Lord of the Light Realm..."

The Faceless Man muttered to himself. Although he could not utter a complete sentence, his words contained absolute rationality and wisdom, which was completely different from the mindless and terrifying mumblings of ordinary Faceless Men.

It was a whisper full of reason and order...although it was still a whisper.

As the faceless man whispered, the dark energy around him began to dissipate, and it seemed that his own strength began to weaken. His body seemed to begin to fade, and darkness began to flow along his body toward the surroundings.

This "dying" look was like bait, and soon attracted several Faceless Men. These monsters did not have the concept of "tribe" or "compatriots". A dying Faceless Man was the best and most nutritious food for other Faceless Men.

These monsters couldn't wait to devour the weak faceless man in front of them.

At this moment, when the spots of light on the faceless man's body expanded faster and faster, and when countless darkness flowed everywhere along his body, the "dying" faceless man suddenly raised his head, and horrible vibrations emanated from his face. Under waves, a horrible gap suddenly appeared under his face.

Judging from the location of this gap, this is obviously a "mouth"!

"Darkness is everywhere. Wherever light reaches, darkness cannot escape!"

Along with this horrifying roar that spread in the form of sound waves, the circle of Faceless People surrounding this "Faceless Man" also began to wail, as if their spirits had suffered some kind of great harm. This indirect call alone brought a heavy and terrifying mental attack to this group of monsters.

As if they were terribly contagious, the spots of light on the "Faceless Man" began to multiply and spread wildly towards the outside world, eroding the bodies of other Faceless Men in an unstoppable manner.

The Faceless Men who were lured by the "bait" wailed and roared, trying to escape from the pursuit of these light spots as if they were avoiding something clean, but unfortunately their actions were in vain. Except for one or two ruthless Faceless Men who cut off their bodies and successfully escaped from here, all the other Faceless Men were caught in this "trap" without exception, and became the same state as the original "Faceless Men".

The "bait" has been expanded again, and given the Faceless Men's ignorance, these guys will almost certainly be attracted to this "bait", and then the trap will only get bigger and bigger until it reaches an uncontrollable level.

Human wave tactics have no effect on the Faceless Men, and the Faceless Men also have no resistance to trap tactics.

As for those faceless men who were cruel enough to escape from here by means of self-mutilation, did they really escape successfully?

You know, the original "bait" also escaped from Aenarion's attack by self-mutilation.

As the traps set for the Faceless Men in the Deathmines grew larger, Aenarion and his companions finally passed through the complex tunnels and reached Blackfall, where the dwarves lived. This new underground world unveiled its mysterious veil to Aenarion for the first time.

To be honest, it doesn't look very good under the veil.

Chapter 69: Flags are not allowed

"We dwarves have three clans in total. In addition to our Fire Salamander Clan, there are also the Dark Iron Clan and the Ratchet Clan."

"The Dark Iron Clan excels in creating the finest rune weapons and rune armor. The rune statues they create are even more powerful. These living earth elements refined and enhanced by runes can crush all enemies in their path."

"The Ratchet Clan is good at making all kinds of machines. The Brass Legion they created is the most powerful armed force among the dwarves. Every victory against the Deepborn is due to the Brass Legion laying the most crucial blow."

"Finally, we have the Fire Salamander Clan. We are good at forging powerful fire weapons. We have the most powerful and brutal warriors among the dwarves. At the same time, the Fire Salamanders are our staunch allies and also have the power to destroy everything with flames."

Aenarion: "So each of you has special abilities."

The Fire Salamander Prince chuckled when he heard this. He looked a little embarrassed but was actually very proud and complacent. "It's not bad actually. As long as we don't face monsters like the Faceless Ones or the dragons, we are confident that we can be considered a powerful force even if we go to the surface."

"We know about the situation of humans. Although they have a large army, they are also able to build powerful war machines and are even allies with many powerful creatures. On the surface, they appear to be very strong, and in fact, they are indeed very powerful."

"But the number of their armies varies greatly. Some armies are stronger than dwarves, while others are weaker than goblins. Their war machines seem to be numerous, and they have a variety of large-caliber cannons and muskets, but these are of poor quality and have a high risk of explosion and damage. This level of inferior products would not pass inspection at our place, and even the youngest apprentices would be ashamed to create such a failed product."

Along the way, the dwarves severely criticized the human's military level and technology, not giving any face to themselves, their absolute ally, and acting as if they were the first in the world and second only to them.

"Each of our clans controls a grand fortress and several castles of varying sizes. This fortress made of huge stones is the foundation of our dwarves' strength to this day. It is the pride and soul of our dwarves. Not far ahead is the grand fortress of our Fire Salamander Clan - Volcano City. This is a grand fortress built on an active volcano. This active volcano not only brings us a huge defensive advantage, but the high temperature and magma it releases are also the secret of our manufacturing flame weapons."

"It can be said that as long as Volcano City survives, our Fire Salamander Clan will never fall."

"How could this magnificent fortress, which is undoubtedly the best in defense, fall?"

Listening to the dwarf's boasting, Aenarion couldn't help but develop a keen interest in this city built on a volcano.

Along the way, under the dwarves' crazy boasting, the elves' footsteps seemed to be a little lighter. The distance that would have taken more than four hours to walk was covered in less than three hours, and the city that the dwarves boasted about finally appeared before the army.

Appeared before the eyes of the dumbfounded dwarves.

Appeared in front of the surprised elves.

This magnificent fortress is truly worthy of the word "magnificent". It is far taller than any other fortress in the Landmark World. It is a miracle that directly drilled through an underground rock vein. It is the best embodiment of the dwarves' strength and tenacity.

And now this miracle is slowly being destroyed before the eyes of the group.

The horrific magma was raging throughout the entire city, destroying streets and buildings one after another. The horrific creatures infected by the darkness were madly releasing crazy destruction on the city, not caring that they would also be among those being destroyed, just to release destruction into the world faster.

The tall tower in the center of the volcanic city collapsed with a loud bang. Large amounts of smoke, dust, and rubble spread out in a circular shape along with the horrific vibration. These deadly smoke and dust carried out the destruction more thoroughly, as if it were a natural disaster.

The city is not destroyed, but is in a state of dynamic destruction.

"What's going on? Where is the ancestral forge?" After being shocked, the Fire Salamander Prince immediately realized what had happened. He did not express any sadness or pain, but directly expressed his anger and confusion at everything in front of him.

“How could this place be invaded by dark creatures? The Faceless Men are clearly unable to break through the barriers of faith here. This is a fact that has been proven over hundreds of years!”

"Under the protection of the Ancestral Forge and the Ancestral Brazier, the Faceless Ones should be powerless against our magnificent fortress!"

Having said so much, I have actually expressed the inner thoughts of the Fire Salamander Prince.

There are ghosts.

But because of the dwarves' pride and stubbornness, he simply couldn't believe that there would be traitors among them.

The fact that dwarves have no intention of betraying others is as outrageous and ridiculous as dwarves having to shave their beards every day!

But apart from this explanation, his experience and wisdom were simply unable to understand what was happening before his eyes.

"Do not overthink it." Aenarion stepped up to the prince and spoke soothingly. "This is not necessarily the work of a traitor."

"As you said, the Deepborn have chosen to cooperate with the Faceless Men. The Faceless Men alone cannot capture a large fortress, but with the help of the Deepborn, we have no idea what will happen."

“This is a new state of affairs that has appeared before you and me, an event that experience cannot resolve.”

These simple words were very effective. At least Prince Salamander felt much better. Obviously, in his opinion, the severity of a dwarf traitor was far greater than the fall of the magnificent fortress.

As the guide and semi-leader here, the prince immediately adjusted his mentality and made new arrangements.

"Since this place has fallen, we should move to another castle. My relatives may still be alive there. We should contact them as soon as possible."

"The dwarves' ability to survive is as strong as the strongest rock. Even if the fortress is completely destroyed, my relatives will be able to survive in the wilderness like a rock. I have enough confidence in this."

"Everything we have to do now must revolve around finding my relatives."

Aenarion naturally agreed with this. The role of the elves here was to be mercenaries. As long as the salary was paid, they would

If you don't want to send the elves to die, you can do whatever you want and I won't ask any questions.

Chapter 70: The Black Landing is Almost Completely Defeated

Prince Salamander's journey to find his relatives was not very smooth.

The deep and gloomy Blackfall is full of monsters that have been corroded by darkness. These poor creatures that have fallen into darkness have completely turned into brainless monsters. Apart from constantly screaming out their obsessions before death, they have nothing in common with living people.

Fortunately, these mindless monsters are no match for the elves. These humanoid monsters have lost their most advantageous weapons as intelligent creatures. They cannot use any tools and do not know how to form battle formations. A sudden charge may even cause a lot of mutual interference. It is not a big problem for the fully equipped elves to kill this mob.

The elf's gear was placed there, and even if these monsters tried to break it apart, these humanoids who only knew how to attack with their bare hands would not be able to cause effective damage to the elf. In this world, it was impossible for a group of brainless monsters similar to zombies to destroy a construct with their bare hands.

While clearing out these dark monsters along the way, the elves were also gathering various dwarf relatives. These scattered dwarves were worthy of their tenacity. Even when surrounded by an absolute number of monsters, these dwarves did not feel any despair or pain, but wanted to shout and fight until the last moment.

The march had taken the troops about three days, and the number of the elves and dwarves was increasing. The number of dwarves was even equal to that of the elves, and they were about to surpass them. The nature of the elven mercenaries also changed a little bit. They went from helping the dwarves to fight the deep race to a rescue team that rescued people everywhere.

"I don't object to your act of saving people. It is a benevolent and responsible act for a ruler, but I think you should estimate our supplies. We don't have any follow-up supply convoys. I have calculated the corresponding supplies and didn't give too much redundancy."

After gathering a dozen or so remnants of the dwarves, Aenarion finally spoke up to remind the Salamander Prince that although dwarves were easy to feed and bread made from batter mixed with half stone powder was delicious, it was not a big deal after all. The supplies that 200 people could carry were limited after all, and if they wanted to form a rescue team, they had to have the capital to do so.

Prince Salamander: "Don't worry, we are not too far from our castle. We can see our destination after passing through this tunnel. There must be hard and delicious bread and spicy liquor waiting for us there. As long as we get there, we can eat and drink as much as we want."