Real elves vs fake elves

These words sounded firm, but they also contained a hint of uncertainty.

Along the way, Blackrun has become like this, dark creatures are everywhere, the dwarves' defeated soldiers and refugees are trying to fight to the last minute in desperation. The situation has become so bad, is the castle he mentioned really safe and sound?

Sure enough, after passing through the last tunnel, a castle with flames burning everywhere appeared before the team.

Aenarion showed an expression of expectedness, and the elves were a little sad, and no matter how strong the spirits of the dwarves were, they were filled with a strong sense of sadness.

Homes were destroyed one after another, relatives were displaced like stray dogs, the invasion of darkness seemed to have spread to every corner of the underground world, and the entire underground world seemed to have been occupied by despair, and there was no hope at all.

The Fire Salamander Prince was looking at the burning city with a sad face. Although he had prepared himself mentally, he still couldn't suppress the sadness when he really faced it.

Suddenly, Aenarion spoke.

"Unlike the magnificent fortress before, there are still many signs of resistance in this castle, which means that this city has just fallen not long ago, and other castles may still be safe. In addition, our supplies are not much, so we need to search this city."

As he spoke, Aenarion looked toward the Salamander Prince.

"I need a guide, and I also need a few experts to carry the supplies. How many people can you provide?"

With these simple words, the Fire Salamander Prince's eyes suddenly burst into surprise and hope.

"There is still resistance? Are you sure?"

Even bean sprouts are addressed with honorifics.

Aenarion pointed to his eyes. "You dwarves rely on your sense of smell. Legend has it that our ancestors could smell the scent of gold veins in the rocks several kilometers away. We elves rely on our vision. Our eyes are many times sharper than those of eagles."

The dwarf prince, who had regained hope, immediately introduced several good players to Aenarion, and finally even asked to go with him. After being rejected by Aenarion, he felt regretful for a long time.

Soon, a team of 20 people, under the command of Aenarion, headed towards the fallen fortress. Their mission was not only to search and rescue the dwarves who were still resisting, but also to collect more supplies.

The bread of the dwarves is several times harder and heavier than cakes. The famous dwarven beer is as viscous as oil. If foreigners want to enjoy this kind of "delicious food and fine wine", they have to dilute it several times before they can eat it normally. And this diluted food tastes very bad.

The recipe turned out to be surprisingly good.

It is similar to the cat people’s “moon candy”, a “delicacy” that only the cat people can enjoy.

The dwarves' dry food, which is compressed to the extreme, is very useful for long-term marches, saving Aenarion a lot of trouble. As long as he has enough strength and transports the food back and forth several times, the corresponding supplies can supply hundreds of people for a long time.

The dwarf who is in charge of acting as a guide is a dwarf with a white beard that almost touches the ground. This kind of long beard is called "long beard" among dwarves. He is a respected dwarf warrior with powerful combat power. While chopping up all dwarf enemies, the wisdom they have accumulated over the years can also help dwarves get rid of various difficulties. Countless years of hard training have also honed their various skills to the peak.

This longbeard is not only a living map, but also the most powerful warrior that the dwarves can send out. The remaining nine dwarves are all young men under 200 years old. Although they have some strength, their skills have not been honed and they are still very unreliable.

In addition to Aenarion, the elves also sent out 9 elves, all of whom were strong and powerful. Regardless of their fighting level, they were definitely very strong.

After all, with Aenarion around, this team searching for supplies won't have many chances to fight.

Chapter 71: Rescue Begins

Drunk City, this is the name of this dwarf fortress. As the name suggests, the most famous product of this fortress city is dwarven wine.

According to the introduction of the long-bearded elder sent by the Fire Salamander Prince, after a full drink of the dwarven wine of Drunk City, a dwarf does not even need to eat anything extra to keep working for a day, and can remain excited without any fatigue during the work.

This effect is also special and has no side effects!

Of course, there are side effects. The biggest side effect of this dwarven wine is the wine itself. The dwarves once mixed dwarven wine into the river, which made a large group of deepborn slave soldiers drunk to death...

The dwarves make a fortune from the humans by diluting their brew with large amounts of water.

All the way, Aenarion listened to the long-bearded elder chattering about how strong and delicious the dwarven brew was, but he said nothing. Anyway, he absolutely did not want to touch this kind of stuff, not even if it was diluted many times. It was too weird and this setting was not scientific at all.

Entering the city was not a very difficult task for this team. Although there were many dark creatures in the City of Drunkenness, there were basically only two larger clusters, and the rest were scattered everywhere. These two clusters were discovered by Aenarion from the beginning and were well avoided.

With the help of the elves' vision and the dwarves' sense of smell, the large groups of dark creatures could not even reach them.

"Drunken City is a wine-making center, so it has a large amount of unprocessed grain and fine wine stored. The truly processed stone bread can only be supplied for daily needs, and there is not much reserve."

As the long-bearded elder spoke, he glanced at Aenarion and the elves behind him.

"But I also know that you can't drink the dwarven wine, and the unprocessed grains take up too much space. After all, I am quite familiar with the terrain here. I will try my best to lead you to find..."

The dwarf was interrupted rudely by Aenarion before he could finish his words.

"No need. Just take us to find those unprocessed food. We will stay here for a longer time and process them into elf cookies right away."

The long-bearded elder: "...as you wish."

It's not that the elves are being pretentious. The dwarves' stone bread is mixed with half stone powder. Only dwarves can digest this stuff. Other races will die if they eat it.

A group of people circled around in the Drunk City, and after a while they finally pushed the carrying capacity to the limit. The team members who returned with a full load finally showed relaxed and happy expressions on their faces. With such abundant supplies, the future journey finally seemed to bring a glimmer of hope.

"Okay, take these people and transport the supplies back first, then return to the city gate and wait for me. I have something to deal with."

Looking at the team that was no longer able to carry more supplies, Aenarion spoke to the long-bearded elder.

The long-bearded elder: “Ah?”

Aenarion: "I will go and save them."

After hearing this, the old dwarf thought for a while and nodded: "I agree with your decision. After all, I am very experienced in the route, and I am also a strong warrior who can handle more emergencies."

"But are you really okay? Although I know you are a strong warrior, the dwarf city is not like the flat cities on the surface. The underground city is not only divided into front, back, left, and right, but also up and down."

Aenarion: "Don't worry about that. I never forget where I've been once."

Since the elf in front of him spoke so confidently, the old dwarf did not try to stop him after muttering a few words, but chose to leave with his group.

Seeing the grain transport team moving further and further away, Aenarion finally withdrew his gaze and looked in another direction.

In fact, he deceived the dwarves.

There are still many traces of resistance in the so-called city.

It didn't exist at all. In fact, there were only a few scattered traces left. The Phoenix King saw a group of dark creatures besieging the gate in the central area of ​​the castle. Even the big elf knew nothing about the situation inside the gate.

Of course, he chose to deceive in order to let the dwarves regain hope, and he chose to save people alone because he didn't want this hope to turn into despair again.

There is already too much despair in this world, and it really needs some hope to embellish it.

After planning the route briefly, Aenarion began to rush towards the central castle at an astonishing speed. His previous saying "never forget the road you have walked" was not entirely true. With the combination of distant observation and close-up calculations, Aenarion had gradually become familiar with even the roads he had never walked before.

With the elves' amazing speed, they are getting closer and closer to the central castle.

Meanwhile, the central castle.

The offensive of the dark creatures seemed endless. These monsters were completely different from their counterparts wandering outside the castle. They seemed to have intelligence and were carrying out simple tactical coordination. Their attack power and desire to attack were also several times stronger, making the dwarves feel extremely difficult.

Although the dwarves relied on their solid defenses and stubborn will to resist wave after wave of monsters, their casualties continued to increase. The wounded soldiers who could no longer fight were lying all over the ground inside the castle, and the dwarves buried their bodies in tears. Even if the dwarves were as hard as steel, they would still be wiped out by the dark creatures with their absolute numerical advantage.

The progress of this group of dwarves can no longer be described as "tragic"; it is truly hopeless.

"Damn it, am I going to die here?" Wordsworth muttered. The battle axe in his hand was so blunt that it could be called a "hammer". These days, he relied on this weapon, which could have been declared scrapped, to fight off one enemy after another.

If outsiders knew about his great achievements and invincible heroism, they would definitely become the bragging topic of the dwarves in the Drunken Hall for the whole day.

Unfortunately, no one would know about the insignificant resistance in this small castle...

After adjusting the grip of his battle axe, Wordsworth took a long breath as he looked at the crumbling gate under the siege of the dark creatures.

Come on, let me teach you a lesson. Even if I die, I will give those shameful masters of yours a slap in the face!

I don't know if it was because of the courage of the dwarf prince, but the fire in the ancestral brazier surrounded by the dwarves suddenly became brighter. Under the light of the fire, the dwarves' hearts were as solid as a rock, and they did not waver in the slightest even in such a desperate situation.

Chapter 72 Aenarion beat the Faceless Man to his knees!

The dark creatures attacked the last room guarded by the dwarves like a tide. Although it was called a room, this excavated space was far more vast and huge than the most magnificent palaces of mankind. There were three layers of giant iron gates for defense alone. Although this place was a dead end from a tactical point of view, it was enough for the dwarves to resist for a long time relying on layers of fortifications.

"Fire!"

Wordsworth roared, and following his command, more than a dozen firing holes outside the room began to spew out flames at the same time. This was the terrifying power released by gunpowder-driven firearms. These metal bullets ejected from the iron pipes could easily tear the dark creatures into pieces.

The most deadly thing is not just that, these gunpowder weapons do not stop after firing one shot, but start firing continuously. To put it bluntly, the six-barreled Gatling Buddha is really the kind that emits blue fire.

The terrifying mechanical force easily tore these damn monsters to pieces, but the area that the dwarves had cleared with firearms was instantly filled up again by this endless group of monsters.

Wordsworth frowned as he looked at the battle results that had made no progress at all. According to the dwarves, he was a rather radical dwarf prince. He dared to push weapons that had only been developed for fifty years into the army. He did not hesitate to do such a very "un-bearded, un-dwarf" thing as adding wine to water. He also had the most frequent contacts with humans among many dwarves.

There was only one reason why he would do this. He knew that the dwarves were on the decline, he knew that humans were the destined children of the world, and he knew that if the dwarves wanted to continue to survive, they had to make some sacrifices and make some changes.

And now, these sacrifices and changes have played no role in facing the unstoppable Faceless Men.

"Damn it, if we don't exile the Faceless One, there's no point in killing these dark creatures!"

Gritting his teeth, Wordsworth felt really unhappy now. The Faceless Man's attitude towards the dark creatures was really "I can kill as many as you want, these low-level beings are too numerous to count anyway." The more dark creatures he killed, the more like a joke they looked.

"Notify all soldiers to be ready to retreat to the last line of defense at any time. Remember to bury the explosives before leaving. We must give these bastards a hard beating!"

While giving orders, Wordsworth began to curse loudly.

"What a bunch of damn bastards! Soft! Bearded! Sissy! Elf!"

"I hope that this group of faceless people will be controlled by a tough guy one day.

Grip it!"

“If this tough guy appeared in front of me right now, slashing at the dark creatures and beating up the Faceless Man by the neck, I would be willing to acknowledge him as my father!”

Wordsworth's stern shout was indeed effective, and he immediately got a response from his men.

"Prince! Your father is here!"

Upon hearing this, Wordsworth blew his beard and glared: "Your father is here!"

When the subordinate heard this, he immediately retorted unhappily: "My father died in battle yesterday, how can you let him come!"

Wadsworth became even more upset when he heard this: "Why didn't you tell me that my father has been dead for more than 80 years!"

The subordinate: "Have you forgotten what you just talked about? Come and see what's going on outside."

This quarrel naturally attracted the attention of the dozen or so dwarf warriors who were in charge of guarding. Staring at so many eyes with death gazes, the dwarf prince who valued honor naturally could not just let it go.

"Just watch!" He muttered at last, but he already had a bad feeling in his heart.

Taking a few steps forward with his short legs, Wordsworth immediately saw what was happening outside through the shooting hole.

It was a ball of light.

A ball of light that is powerful enough to completely tear apart the dark world underground!

Now, this light was like a long sword, piercing through the ocean composed of countless dark creatures crazily, each time more fierce and crueler than the last. The dark creatures that could easily drown the entire dwarf fortress were now as weak and powerless as babies facing this sword-like light. They could only be cut and beaten unilaterally again and again.

As for the current situation, let alone those dark creatures who were dressed like fools, even the Faceless Man who was hiding in this endless darkness and controlling everything as an outsider was being knocked to his knees by the humanoid figure made up of light.

Therefore, the scene at this moment is so rare for the dwarves that all the dwarves are using telescopes to observe the situation here.

Dwarf A: “Unimaginable”

Dwarf B: “Unbelievable”

Dwarf C: "That big guy beat the Faceless Man to his knees. He must be trying to force it..."

Before he could finish his words, he was ruthlessly interrupted by Wordsworth.

"I understand... I will go and acknowledge this father later..."

The dwarves nodded with satisfaction upon hearing this, and were happy that their boss kept his word. Honesty is the dwarfs' greatest strength, and inflexibility is the dwarfs' greatest weakness. Even if it is just empty talk, they must fulfill their promises.

Dwarves are so honest and trustworthy!

After Aenarion tore the Faceless Man to pieces alive, the endless dark creatures that covered the entire city quickly retreated like a tide. The speed was so fast that even with Aenarion's eyesight, he couldn't figure out where these things retreated to. It was as if they had moved to another space in an instant.

"The Faceless Ones can only be exiled."

Aenarion muttered to himself as he looked at the Faceless Man fragment in his hand. Now the dark fragment was squirming in a strange way, as if trying to escape from the palm of the big elf.

Under the feet of the Phoenix King, more fragments of the Faceless Men are trying to gather together in a strange posture. They look like they are still determined to change back to their original appearance.

"Repent!"

With a loud shout, Aenarion exerted force with his hands, and the dark, wriggling fragments were crushed like balloons. The physical attack that should not have had much effect turned out to be extremely effective.

Turning his head and looking at the room where the remaining dwarves stayed, Aenarion was thinking about how to contact this group of dwarves. After all, the relationship between dwarves and elves was very bad in either version.

Who would have thought that at this moment, a small group of dwarves opened the big iron gate and walked out of it, their short legs leaving afterimages, and they looked very anxious.

Soon, a dwarf who looked very experienced and intelligent walked up to Aenarion and looked at him with a serious face, even more serious than Sima's.

Aenarion: "?"

Wordsworth: "Dad!"

Aenarion: "!"

Chapter 73 Who understands? After a fight, there is one more big kid

Because what was happening before his eyes was so outrageous, even with Aenarion's wisdom and self-control, he was unable to react for a while.

You just rescued a group of dwarves, and then the leader of this group of dwarves runs up to you and calls you dad. What the hell is this!