Real elves vs fake elves

The Dark Iron Clan, one of the three major dwarf clans, has not brought any news for a long time.

Even if the country was destroyed by the Faceless Men, there should be survivors who escaped. The territory of this clan is not very far from the other two clans, enough for the coalition scouts to discover and bring back.

And the weird thing is here, the coalition forces

No refugees were found, no news was received, and no response was received.

It was as if this dwarf clan suddenly disappeared from this world, leaving no trace.

The dwarves have been discussing organizing an expedition to head deep into the Dark Iron Clan's territory, but since the dwarves do not have the spare energy to do so at the moment, this idea is simply a pipe dream.

As for asking the elves to organize an expedition to explore?

The dwarves are too embarrassed to do this for the time being.

Time passed slowly as the dwarves restored their homes and gathered their families. Just when everyone was thinking that life would probably continue to be stable like this, the dwarf rangers finally brought back an extremely explosive piece of news.

The Faceless Men and the Faceless Men started fighting.

Because the news was so explosive, most of the dwarves who heard the news had their computers crashed on the spot. The elves performed a little better. Although they also crashed, they did not show it.

After hearing the news, Aenarion did not dare to be careless. He immediately took a group of people and clicked a portal to rush to the scene of the incident.

Such a rare scene, of course everyone should have a telescope to take a good look at it!

Underground world, fluorescent grass plain.

There are countless fluorescent plants in the underground world, among which fluorescent grass is the most famous. These glowing grass plants emit a faint glow all year round. After countless lights gather together, this plain has a unique hazy beauty. It really feels like walking in a dream, as if you are not setting foot on the land, but strolling in the clouds, giving people a feeling of floating in the air.

Of course, this was all in the past.

After the Faceless Men destroyed the ecosystem of the underground world, the fluorescent grass here has died out, and this plain is no longer as beautiful as its previous fairyland, but has turned into a horrific field covered with all kinds of corpses.

Now, on this field, two teams of Faceless Men are facing each other, as if they will start a fight at the next moment.

The group of guys led by Aenarion were now each holding a telescope and observing carefully. According to Aenarion's eyesight, he didn't really need such a telescope, but seeing that everyone had one, he didn't want to be out of the group, so he also took one and observed carefully.

Just as everyone was watching intently, a dwarf suddenly screamed, and the voice was none other than Aenarion's eldest son, Wordsworth.

"That's the badge of the Dark Iron Clan!"

"where?!"

"The chest of the faceless man in iron armor! It's even polished, very conspicuous."

After Wordsworth's words, everyone's attention was focused on a certain faceless man.

Unlike ordinary Faceless Men, these Faceless Men are all wearing terrifying armor. These armors seem to be tailor-made for them, covering their huge bodies tightly and fitting perfectly, leaving no weakness exposed. They are truly armed to the teeth.

First of all, the design is very explosive, and the Black Iron Clan logo on the armor is even more explosive.

The Black Iron Clan actually surrendered?

Now that Aenarion had thought of this, the other dwarves would naturally come up with similar answers more quickly. Once this thought appeared in their minds, it was as if they had voted themselves out and made the dwarves feel ashamed. Two dwarves even lay on the ground, holding their chests like young girls, and were actually suffocated by the anger.

Aenarion immediately spoke up when he saw this. "That may not be the case. There are other reasons. For example, the Dark Iron clan did not passively join the Faceless Men, but actively led the Faceless Men to cause this disaster..."

Before he could finish his words, two more people fainted.

It would be better not to say this.

The outfits of the Faceless Ones were obviously carefully crafted by the Dark Iron Clan, the kind that were kept at the bottom of the box, and were rare items that other clans could hardly see. And now these rare items were worn by these Faceless Ones, by the executioners who slaughtered their relatives.

The dwarves were almost outraged.

Just when the remaining dwarves were wondering whether they should shave their heads into Mohawks and then fight each other, the two groups of Faceless Men suddenly started charging at each other.

In an instant, two terrifying torrents collided with each other, and black instantly became the main theme of the Fluorescent Grass Plain. This endless blasphemy directly caused the already collapsed ecosystem of the Fluorescent Grass Plain to fall into a state of extinction.

Before these two groups of bastards could even come to an end the fight, they had already caused harm to innocent people, completely destroying the ecology of an entire area.

What followed were all kinds of contests that were beyond mortal imagination. Due to their different life forms, the fights between the Faceless Men were completely different from those between humans. The method of destroying the opponent's body was not applicable to them. These monsters were more focused on mental attacks, or guiding the power of magic for continuous bombardment.

All in all, the fight was exciting, so exciting that except for a few of the people who came to scout, they couldn't understand it at all.

The faces of the few people who understood what was going on were quite solemn. After Neros winked at Aenarion, he quietly stepped aside, as if he had something to say.

Chapter 81 What, are you not convinced?

After standing some distance away from the crowd, Nellos spoke first.

"The characteristics of those armored Faceless Men are not very similar to those of normal Faceless Men."

Aenarion showed no surprise at this, but

Signal the other person to continue speaking.

Neros: "Those armors look like protective gear, but judging from the magic and rune structures emanating from them, they are more like a prison."

"These faceless men are imprisoned in this prison, forced to fight against 'themselves'."

It's still the same setting. The Faceless Men look like cockroaches. They will form a large nest in any dark and humid place. However, they don't have the concept of "everyone". Every Faceless Men is "himself" and there is no concept of "up, down, left, right" in terms of status. However, they don't have a common consciousness or Gestalt. This characteristic seems very strange.

All I can say is that it is worthy of being a replica of the "omniscient magic agency", and it is beyond the comprehension of mortals in every way.

Aenarion: "You mean to say that the Dark Irons have imprisoned the Faceless Men?"

"Is there such a powerful clan among the dwarves? But if the Dark Iron Dwarves are really so powerful, then why can the other two clans always confront them?"

"Let alone the ability to imprison the Faceless One, it is enough to make the Fire Salamander Clan and the Thorntooth Clan unable to even dream of it."

Nellos raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and he actually felt a little smug, as if he really thought that Aenarion hadn't expected it. "Isn't that simple?"

"It means that the Dark Iron Clan, like the Faceless Men, has been enslaved by something even more terrifying!"

Aenarion seemed to be suddenly enlightened. "I see. I had not thought of that."

Nellos became even more proud after hearing this, his chin raised high as if reaching the sky.

Aenarion had another thought in his mind, "How easy to appease."

The two returned to the crowd. Not long after, a group of people gathered together to discuss the current situation. After observing the situation, without the need for Neroth and Inarion to say anything, several dwarves were also thinking about what was wrong with the situation.

In the endless darkness of the underground world, there are some even more terrifying things lurking. This terrifying thing not only easily subdued the Faceless Men, but also controlled the Dark Iron Dwarves for its own use.

What a terrifying existence.

"It's still a vote!" Wordsworth smashed the wine jug in his hand to the ground and said angrily.

"But there is another good news. This terrifying existence is clearly targeting the Faceless Man. He has no interest in the dwarves." Aenarion added, "You have enough time to gather the refugees. If you want to go to the surface, there are some unwanted mountains next to our Elven Forest. You can go there."

"If you still want to stay in the underground world, we can also provide resources... But the goods you can trade are not endless. Are you sure you want to continue investing limited resources in this bottomless pit?"

The dwarves fell silent after hearing this, and finally Wordsworth stubbornly replied: "We still want to try..."

Aenarion did not force them to do so, and naturally followed them.

...At the same time, in Lothern...

With the elves' hard work, the city is bursting with vitality. People are coming in and out of the grand gate all the time. The commercial district is full of all kinds of goods. The industrial area is constantly churning out an astonishing number of products. The dock area seems to have endless cargo to load and unload.

This land has become one of the hottest places in the world. The products produced by the elves are not only elegant and mysterious, but also practical and even ornamental.

And on such a hot land, there will naturally be a mix of good and bad people.

The docklands are where the good and the bad of Lothern mix.

In a quiet little villa, the surrounding environment is very sparse. It is obviously not easy to own such a building in a noisy place like the dock area.

And now, several elves are among them, seemingly plotting something big.

A huge table was surrounded by elves. At the head was a woman dressed elegantly and luxuriously. She looked plump and well-fed, and one could tell at first glance that she was a noble lady who had been pampered for a long time.

And now this elf lady was looking angry and humiliated.

"They took away my last forbidden fruit!"

"In front of me! They smashed the gate of the manor! They rushed directly into the dungeon and took him away!!!"

"Oh, my love, how could they do this... I still remember his handsome face with tears streaming down his cheeks when he was taken away..."

"These executioners of the evil king do not know what love is!"

"my love……"

The elves below just listened quietly, listening to the noble lady talking about her love, listening to how much she loved her man, listening to her using beautiful poems to commemorate the love for the man whose name she could not even remember.

Tears?

After being rescued from the dark dungeon, I couldn't help crying when I was suddenly stimulated by the sunlight.

Remembering love? This man was probably more excited after being rescued.

It is no wonder that many men in the Phoenix King's Court would rather cultivate the way of men than touch women. Many female elves have really reached the point where they are hated by everyone.

This noblewoman was once one of the richest elves. Her principle was that she didn't care who was the boss. She only cared about her own wealth. She did all kinds of immoral things to make money. She even captured slaves for humans.

She was responsible for a large part of the information about the elf girl that was sold out to the team.

But because of her amazing wealth and connections, she has been able to get along with everyone. No matter who among the elves wants to come to power, they have to be respectful to her and seek support.

Although he is a person in the opposition, his influence is enough to influence the decision-making of the government.

Until the emergence of the Phoenix Court, all this glory came to an end.

After Aenarion came to power and implemented various strict policies, she initially wanted to curry favor with him and gave him generous gifts, and repeatedly showed off her rich connections to the Phoenix Court. However, the result was naturally like throwing her eyes at a blind man. Not only did she run into obstacles repeatedly, but she was also repeatedly targeted by the Executive Office because her style of doing things had not been restrained. After being targeted like this for several years, this woman was finally on the verge of exploding.

She joined an underground organization called the "Three-Character Council" and became the organization's big mouth.

"Aenarion has done evil things! One day he will be nailed to the pillar of shame!"

The lady roared, as if she was thinking of the frustration and humiliation she had suffered over the years.

"I promise!!!"

Seeing their boss's pure and unpretentious attitude, the younger brothers below said nothing and pretended not to see anything.

She has to yell like this a few times every week anyway, so just let her yell, what else can she do?

But even if they pretended not to see it, no one can pretend not to hear it.

"you promise?"

"What do you promise?"

"You can't guarantee anything."

Three sentences.

The first sentence is still outside the house.

The second sentence is already in the house.

The moment the third sentence began, a spear attacked the lady with the force of thunder. Before anyone in the room could react, the sharp spear pierced the lady's chest and directly pierced a ００!

Terry, come on.

Chapter 82 Death of the Elf

Seeing Terry leading a group of knights in black robes and black armor into the place, some of the people present were surprised, while others were shocked.

There is more, joy.

"We are one of us, Lady Terry."

There was a burst of noisy voices, and then more than half of the people present stood up.

“I am from the church…”

"I am from the Parliament..."

"I am from the White Tower..."

It was so noisy that even Terry was confused for a moment.

Aren't there too many undercover people? It feels like they are teasing a silly boy...

Regardless of how Terry felt, this group of people expressed their loyalty one after another, as if they were afraid of being framed and attacked by Terry. This group of people came from various sources, and basically every major department in the Phoenix Court had undercover agents here.

After the undercover agents expressed their loyalty, the remaining group of people seemed to finally react and rushed over crying, as if Terry was their own mother.

"We surrender! We submit!"

"It's all because of this girl. She forced us to do that..."

I've voted, I've voted, but you still don't vote even though you're in this situation now. Do you want to be framed by Terry?

As a result, the noble lady who had been so high-spirited just now was instantly deserted by her friends and relatives. Now there was no one willing to stand on her side. At this moment, she was the only one left standing alone on the throne, and even looked a little pitiful.