Real elves vs fake elves

A dwarf, a pure dwarf less than 1.2 meters tall, suddenly became the son of a two-meter-tall elf. This is not only against common sense, it is against the will of heaven!

Absolutely, absolutely!

If you take such a grown-up child out, no one will believe you if you tell him your generation!

If someone believes it, there will be problems, big problems!

Seeing that the glowing elf in front of him was looking at him with an increasingly strange look in his eyes, Wordsworth quickly spoke up, explaining bit by bit why he wanted to acknowledge Aenarion as his father.

The conversation went back and forth, and with the dwarf's unique chatter, anyone who was listening would probably be annoyed. However, with Aenarion's wisdom, he quickly extracted the key information from the other party's words, sorted out the logic, and finally came to a conclusion.

It is understandable for the other party to call him dad.

It is difficult to refute.

After understanding the key logic of this matter, Aenarion remained even more silent.

Those other time travelers, one by one, even if they raise a child, they only raise a daughter, not a son. Even if they raise a son, he can't be this old, right? Even if he is this old, he has to be a human being, right!

There's something wrong with this situation!

"Prince Wordsworth, I think the current situation is inappropriate."

Aenarion's clever little brain began to spin rapidly, and his brainstorm was almost like a real storm.

It has to be said that the Phoenix King was very quick-witted. He quickly started with the issue of seniority, and then explained in detail that recognizing Wordsworth would lead to confusion in seniority. The current dwarf kings would all become Aenarion's nephews and grandchildren, which would be a disgrace to the national dignity. If this continued, not only would the country no longer be a country, it would be a country no longer a country!

After hearing these well-reasoned remarks, Wordsworth began to feel that something was wrong. In the end, cold sweat even broke out on his forehead. At the same time, he felt deeply ashamed for his unwise behavior.

Almost let an elf have a strong claim on the dwarf kingdom!

After a few laughs between the two sides, they decided to let the matter go.

As a result, a light bulb immediately popped up, and it was the dwarf warrior who had no eyesight before.

"King, you said these words in front of the ancestral brazier. You made an oath in front of many ancestors."

"You know, every word of the dwarves is as firm as stone, and every word is an indelible oath!"

Wordsworth: "..."

Aenarion almost wanted to cover his face. This matter could not be exposed.

Where did you get such a clueless subordinate? !

You really want all the dwarf bosses to come to you, right?

Aenarion didn't know whether to call the boy honest or stupid.

So, in this extremely embarrassing situation for both sides, the group left the completely destroyed city and headed to where the army was.

Aenarion was not a man of great eloquence, but he was not speechless.

The big guy was panicking.

After bringing these dozens of dwarves back to the camp, there was naturally quite a stir in the camp. All the dwarves were very excited, especially the Fire Salamander Prince, who was obviously acquainted with Wordsworth. The two hugged each other and talked a lot. The group of dwarf warriors even opened several cans of dwarf wine and drank from them in big gulps. They sang to the wine to release all the depression they had been feeling during this period, and they were ecstatic because of this glimmer of hope in despair.

In comparison, the elves are not so unrestrained and generous. They quietly make elf cookies, as if they are not affected by the noise from the outside world at all. Although the elves are equally sensitive and rich in their hearts, the way they express themselves is often very subtle.

In theory.

０You just listened to the setting of the elves in the game.

Looking at the elf cookies that had been made and baked, Inarion nodded. This amount of food could last for a long time.

The setting of Elf Biscuits is not much different from that of Dwarven Brew. It is also a kind of compressed dry food that can last a day. It just doesn't have as many buffs as Dwarven Brew. But one good thing is that other races can also eat it. They can't eat too much, but they can still eat a little.

At this moment, Aenarion saw Wordsworth leading the Fire Salamander Prince towards him from the corner of his eye, and the big guy's good mood just disappeared instantly.

Looking at the solemn face of Aenarion, Wordsworth was very embarrassed, and the Fire Salamander Prince was even more embarrassed than Wordsworth.

The three of them stared at each other for a while, and Wordsworth finally spoke.

"He is your great-grandson, so it's hard for me to open my mouth."

There must be something fishy about the fact that he can even open his mouth!

Aenarion covered his head and felt helpless.

"I think we should solve this serious problem, otherwise this support will not be able to continue."

………………

The Elven host remained at Drunkenness for several days longer than originally planned, and with Aenarion eliminating the danger, the army gathered a considerable amount of supplies for storage.

The underground world has now become a doomsday-like scene. No one knows what will happen next. In order to be prepared, we should of course stockpile more supplies.

As for the confusion between Aenarion and the dwarves, the big guy had successfully solved it. The basic principle was "job titles should be followed when working", and any meeting between the Phoenix King and the dwarves could basically be considered working time, as the relationship between the two sides was not close enough for them to get together for a drink in private.

After sorting out the current situation, the group set out on their journey again, but they saw devastation all along the way. The entire fortress of the Fire Salamander Clan was completely destroyed. A large number of displaced dwarves were successfully rescued, but the whereabouts of more of the dwarves' relatives were completely unknown.

The experiences along the way also made the Fire Salamander Prince even more taciturn.

From the initial high spirits to the current despair, only a few months have passed. If it weren't for the dwarves' rock-hard spirit, other races would have been

I'm afraid my heart has already collapsed at this point.

Besiege the Shen Clan? Recover their homeland?

All of this has disappeared like a passing cloud. The only thought of Prince Salamander at this moment is to collect as much heritage of the Salamander clan as possible, or at least not let this bloodline be completely cut off from his hands.

Chapter 74: Heading to Ratchet's Territory

Darkness is not the only main theme of the underground world. Various fluorescent plants and animals can be seen everywhere. The richness of materials here is no less than that on the surface, and its unique ecosystem will produce some unique products.

But all of this was wiped out after the outbreak of dark creatures. Hordes of black monsters devoured everything like a tide. Not only the dwarves suffered a devastating disaster, but also the servant races of the deep descendants, the unique beasts and plants of the underground world, and even the entire ecosystem of the underground world were destroyed.

Above the surface, the entire ecosystem is in a semi-destroyed state.

Restoring this place is not as simple as a group of dwarves getting together to rebuild it. It is not a problem that can be solved by just building a magnificent fortress. Just to restore the underground world and this unique ecosystem to its past, it is unknown how much energy and time it will take.

When Aenarion was still an Earthling, there was a stream in front of his home. When he was still young, a group of outsiders came to dig sand one day. They sold it for tens of thousands of dollars. Not long after, the stream became a stinking ditch, emitting a foul smell every day. When he grew up, the street came to manage it. It was said that the cost of management was 20 yuan per year. Every year, you can see boats cleaning up the silt, planting aquatic plants, and introducing other clean water sources. As a result, years later, the stinking ditch is still the same stinking ditch, with almost no changes.

Looking at the caravans following one after another behind him, Aenarion felt that the nature of his team had undergone earth-shaking changes.

The armed forces that originally came to lend a helping hand have now become outright disaster relief volunteers.

"We have explored all of the Fire Salamander Tribe's territory. What are you going to do next?"

Turning to look at the silent Fire Salamander Prince, Aenarion asked directly.

This question is also to remind the other party that he is the one who should take the lead, but it turns out that I have been the one leading the tasks all this time. What is this?

The newly rescued dwarves all regard the big elf as their savior, which is totally inconsistent with the racial settings.

How can elves and dwarves get along well?

After all, the elves always accidentally kick the dwarves or are tripped by the dwarves. After all, they can't see at all. Wouldn't a grudge be created over time?

The Fire Salamander Prince opened his mouth, and seemed to feel that he could not continue to be so decadent. He took a sip of wine to make himself a little more alert.

"My homeland has been completely destroyed..."

Aenarion: "So you must regroup your kin."

The dwarf prince shook his head. "What's the point of gathering relatives in this situation? We can no longer grow food in the fields. Mushroom trees are dying in large areas. The smell of sulfur fills the entire underground world. Livestock and wild animals are dying in large areas. Even the dwarves, with their resilience, feel extremely uncomfortable in this environment."

"Our home has been destroyed, completely destroyed."

Aenarion: "So you must take responsibility for your own actions. If you are confused, your kin will be even more confused than you."

"Your birth gave you the opportunity to be exposed to more knowledge and the world. Why? It was to allow you to be more far-sighted than your relatives, and to lead them out of the fog when they are confused."

"Your family background has made you undergo strict training since you were young. Why is that? It is so that when your relatives face an unbeatable enemy, you can defeat those damn monsters."

"The abundant resources and luxurious living you enjoy are not without a price."

"Since you enjoy far more resources than your relatives, then the things you do and the responsibilities you should bear should also far exceed those of your relatives."

"That's your responsibility."

"If you keep evading this, you'll be a coward who doesn't dare to take responsibility!"

After saying this, the Fire Salamander Prince was stunned. It seemed that the word "coward" hurt his heart. This guy's expression suddenly became firm.

"I'm not a coward!"

"I have to take my own responsibilities!"

Then the resolute expression immediately turned into confusion.

"But what should I do..."

Aenarion: "... first we should go to the Ratchet and Dark Iron clans and see how they are doing. Although it is unlikely that they are still intact."

In other words, after Aenarion's encouragement, Prince Salamander did cheer up, but Aenarion was still in charge of the command.

It's just weird.

This strange feeling lasted until the night rest time, when Aenarion's big... no, it was Wordsworth who came up to the big elf and started his night duty.

It was their turn. Except for the old and weak and Monroe, everyone else in the team had to take part in the night watch. Aenarion set an example and worked many more night shifts than the others.

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Zvos: "Um...what..."

Aenarion: "Just call him by his title."

Wordsworth: "Oh, Phoenix King, what you said to persuade that kid during the day really made sense. He is still thinking about it in the tent. He is pushing himself a little too hard. I can see that he really has no other options, but he seems to be trying hard to do something."

Aenarion: "...Hmm."

This is the feeling of being powerless. It is a very bad feeling.

Wordsworth: "And let's not talk about that kid. I also think that what he said makes sense. Could it be that the Light Ethnic Group used this way of thinking as their code of conduct? No wonder they were able to dominate the world above for so many years."

Aenarion: "..."

This is indeed a misunderstanding. The statements of those Lightborn dogs and Aenarion cannot be said to be exactly the same, but they are completely different.

There is still a little gap.

Just as the two began to chat casually, Aenarion, who had sharp vision, suddenly realized that something was wrong.

"Sound the alarm! Notify all combatants to get into combat positions!"

With a shout, before Wordsworth could figure out what was happening, Aenarion disappeared in an instant like a gust of wind, so fast that the dwarf had no idea what was happening.

However, even if the dwarf's reaction was slower than the elf's, he would not stand there like an idiot and ask what happened. Wordsworth rang the alarm bell suddenly, shouting as he rang.

"Everyone, get into combat positions! Enemies ahead! Enemies ahead!!!"

Chapter 75: The Ratchet Clan is Gone

The best way to deal with a night attack is to get into the combat position and stay where you are. Running around will only become a sharp knife that stabs you to death.

Most of the elves, who had been trained by Aenarion for several years, were capable of dealing with night raids, so they did not panic. The dwarves were relatively good at defensive warfare, so they also performed very well in the face of night raids. As a result, the two enemy races cooperated very well.

Not to mention the army, after moving at an extremely high speed for several minutes, Aenarion finally saw where his target was.

It was a group of dwarves besieged by dark creatures.

These dwarves are completely different from the fire salamander dwarves who like to wear Mohawks. They are dressed in brass-colored armor that completely covers their bodies. The weapons in their hands are power hammers that spew out boiling steam, and each blow can disperse a large group of dark creatures.

There are also several "tall" dwarves in this group of people. The armor on them is even more exaggerated and thick, which is a bit like the dwarf power armor. Both the defense and attack power are more terrifying. They take on the task of firefighters. Whenever there is a flaw in the defense line of these heavily armored dwarves, they rush over to fill the gap and solve the problem.

The outermost part of this team is a circle of large robots with terrifying shapes. They are much taller than ordinary humanoid creatures and are almost the size of a Minotaur. This group of Dwarfs (it would be impolite to use the term Gundam) not only possess monstrous strength, but their left arms can also spray out scalding steam. Some models even have miniature machine guns installed on their right arms that are firing continuously.

If it weren't for this group of dwarves who acted as a stabilizing force, these dwarves would have been completely overwhelmed by the dark creatures whose numbers far exceeded theirs.

But even so, complete defeat is only a matter of time for these dwarves.

Aenarion, who was watching from a distance, quickly came to several conclusions.

1. If I don’t intervene, this team won’t be able to hold out for another five hours or so;

2. Based on observations and Wordsworth's previous description, this group of people should undoubtedly be from the Ratchet Clan;

3. It seems that the situation of the dwarves of the Ratchet Clan is not much better. The dwarves are the Ratchet Clan's trump card. Even if they go out, they will only go out in groups. There are only more than dwarves in front of us. Obviously, either the main force has been dispersed, or only these few are left of the main force.

None of the above conclusions are good.

After taking a look at the faceless man hiding in the dark, Inarion stood up and prepared to kill the other party directly to avoid any more trouble.

It's not that he was preparing for a sneak attack or was afraid of the Faceless Men, he was simply afraid that a dwarf would rush out and claim to be his father. In the past few days, he finally experienced the stubbornness of the dwarves, which was a bit infuriating.

As a result, this group of Thorntooth Dwarves saw an extremely rare scene.