Real elves vs fake elves

Is it possible?

“Ohhhhhh! Too much! It’s going to overflow!!!”

With a terrible scream, Aenarion kept his expression unchanged and put on a fatherly and amiable look, gradually pouring his energy into the sword in a fairly steady manner, causing mysterious patterns to emerge on the blade.

Looking closely, the patterns on the sword are very similar to the patterns on the giant golden tree standing tall in the chaotic wasteland behind Aenarion. It can even be said that there is no difference at all.

"Ohhhh! I won't dare to do it again! Let me go... don't pour any more water... I'm going to turn into Lord Aenarion's shape!!!"

boom! ! !

The violent energy tide spread out in all directions with Aenarion as its center. Wherever it passed, the wasteland gradually returned to normal, and the dead plants gradually came to life, but it was not a morbid prosperity, but a harmonious beauty that was neither good nor bad.

This energy shock came quickly and went away even faster. After the strong wind dissipated, Aenarion was left with a "Snake King's Fang" of a completely different shape in his hand.

Chapter 104 Sun Blade Sword

Looking at the long sword in his hand that was always burning with flames, Aenarion was silent for a moment, feeling its additional abilities with his heart.

First of all, it was strengthened several times again. It was stronger and more powerful than before being strengthened by Chaos. It was able to carry out a special and shocking battle. There would no longer be the situation where Aenarion would make all kinds of strange noises as soon as he infused energy.

Secondly, the shape of the long sword is indeed better looking, it is more slender than before, and the blade is covered with a never-extinguished flame. Without discussing the strength, the shape alone is worthy of the word "artifact".

Finally, the ability of the longsword has been greatly enhanced. Not to mention the enhancement of its original ability, it also has an additional ability of "burning evil".

From now on, this sword will cause powerful special attacks on all kinds of evil targets, and as long as the target is hit by this sword or even just grazed, as long as the target does not change its position in the evil camp, the sacred flame will burn on its body forever, which will not only cause physical pain, but also mental torture.

The power of Chaos weapons is increased by 200%.

"You still have the marks of the Snake King, but I have branded you with a deeper mark. The Snake King's Fang is no longer the basis of your existence. You need a new real name."

Upon hearing this, the long sword uttered a humble voice: "Follow the master's orders."

Aenarion: "..."

Why do I look like a yellow-haired person?

!

Although it is indeed a long platinum hair...

But this line sounds like it makes the God of Pure Love angry!

As he thought about it, Aenarion even had a vision of the so-called space snake looking at him with resentment...

It's just outrageous!

This is not some Minotaur plot!

Immediately banishing the strange feeling from his mind, Aenarion looked at the sword in his hand.

"From now on, your real name is——"

"Yanyan Sword."

"Your sword will melt all enemies of order like the blazing sun. Your might will always be used to protect the races of order. You will be the shield of order, and also the blade of order. Your anger will turn into a sea of ​​fire that will never go out, melting all things of order and chaos."

After he finished speaking, the sword emitted a captivating light again, as if it had undergone a special evolution. The entire sword body had been baptized. It was no exaggeration to say that it was reborn. It was a true transformation.

Sheathing his sword, Aenarion looked up at the people coming towards him, and he also keenly noticed those humans.

Just as the three knights were about to take the lead in saluting, the leader of the death mage who had always lagged behind the crowd by a few steps suddenly took two steps forward and came to a position where he was face to face with Aenarion.

"Greetings, Ash's Chosen One, the man of this world at this time, the spirit dubbed 'The Brave One' by the gods."

Aenarion had never heard of any of these addresses before, so he could only look at the other party with a calm expression, waiting for the other party's next words.

"In fact, I have heard of your name for a long time, and I have always wanted to find an opportunity to meet you."

"I sincerely feel that we have a lot in common. I think our meeting will be accompanied by barbecue and wine and we will talk for days and nights without stopping. I have also imagined this scene many times, and imagined what you might say and what I might say."

"But after actually meeting each other, I felt that all those assumptions were useless."

"There is no need to say anything extra during this meeting. You already know everything, and I have conveyed everything."

“There is no better friend than this.”

These words left everyone around puzzled. The riddle man's behavior made everyone look strange, especially the necromancers. It was impossible for them not to be surprised when they saw their boss suddenly come up with such a long riddle for no apparent reason.

It is said that the riddle man has no house, but it is very subtle that the riddle man is the boss of the family, especially since the boss of the family obviously has no habit of being a riddle man.

At this moment, Aenarion looked at the man in front of him...or rather, the god, or more precisely, Sigmar, and suddenly felt that he was a little confused about the direction of the plot.

How did this guy suddenly come down to earth? Are telephone lines now broadband?

I have added so many titles to myself... Doesn't the title of hero belong to humans?

Does this mean you are quite a riddle person?

I understand everything. What do I understand? I understand.

Finally, after Sigma gave him a mysterious smile, his expression suddenly changed, and he turned back into the necromancer he once was.

After looking around, this guy realized the awkward position he was in, and his face immediately turned pale. In his panic, he didn't even notice that he had lost a large part of his memory.

Ignoring the mortal in front of him who didn't know what to do with his hands and feet, and ignoring how the people around him would treat this guy next, Aenarion began to think about what Sigmar had said to him.

Night raid; Group six, ⑨④九三'六①三五 First of all, remove those flattering words, and there is not much information left.

The most important thing is that string of titles.

Ash's Chosen One, there is only one superior with this name, and that is the Dragon of Time, one of the creators who fought and shattered the Snake of Space and created this world. When did he have a relationship with this guy?

The words "people of this world at this time" are used to describe heroes, but when was I given the title of a hero?

The so-called hero is a unique warrior among human beings. First of all, he has nothing to do with human beings. Being rashly called a hero will make everyone feel embarrassed.

Looking up while thinking, Aenarion suddenly realized that the people around him did not pay more attention to him. Obviously, this group of people had heard such a long series of riddles before, and they also showed doubts, but now they no longer showed any doubts, as if they had forgotten the moment just now.

There is no need to take this kind of thing too seriously. It is the basic skill of a god. These bastards play with people's minds and even change their destiny from the cause and effect level as if it is as easy as eating and drinking. They are quite bastards.

He turned around and told a few of his men to entertain the guests from the great cathedral. Aenarion wanted to leave without further greeting, but before he could take two steps, as if he had thought of something, he turned around again and looked at the knights.

"Why are there so few knights responding to this operation? Logically, a small team of knights should have come directly this time."

The three knights looked at each other, as if they were unsure whether

This question should be answered. But before these humans could respond, Aenarion's expression suddenly changed as if he had thought of something.

"Did something happen to Francis?!"

The knights said nothing, but Aenarion read their looks as if they had answered him.

Chapter 105: The Death of a Hero, the Birth of a Hero

Francis is dead.

All parties had no idea what to think and concealed the news.

Francis has amazing popularity and a high status in the human world. This deliberate concealment seems very suspicious, as if all parties want to make a big news out of it.

Aenarion was silent when he received this news.

Humans may think that Francis' death is a big deal, but only he knows that after Francis' death, the real problem is the transformation of a true hero into a demon.

At that time, the so-called "country of service" will devour everything around it like an insatiable glutton. This so-called "country" only knows how to plunder but not produce. The entire force exists for war and plunder. Once it expands excessively or stops plundering, it will be the beginning of the rapid collapse of this force.

All in all, it is a very fragile force, but at the same time it is also very crazy and powerful, powerful enough to drag the entire world into hell.

The "dragged into hell" here is not an adjective.

The big elf couldn't guarantee that Nicholas wouldn't suddenly attack the elves. The two sides didn't have much friendship. Besides, Nicholas at that time was simply the spokesperson for the war machine. His thoughts and his actions were two different things. Even if he didn't want to move forward, that terrifying war machine would force him forward.

In the end, Aenarion issued an order to keep a close eye on human forces, maintain a high level of tension, and ensure that the army could be deployed into battle at any time.

The brave are those favored by fate. Even if Aenarion really wanted to kill him, the bastard would escape for various reasons.

The only thing that Aenarion couldn't understand was why this evil man could become a hero.

...At the same time, in the Red Dragon Principality, in a cave that no magician could explore...

While chewing beef that was hard enough to be used as a cannonball, Nicholas was reading the book in his hand. He was very serious. He was no longer cynical and indignant as before, but was studying hard to improve his knowledge and abilities.

Not long after, a man who looked not much taller than a dwarf walked in. This guy was also the culprit who imprisoned Nicholas here, a human warrior named Altria.

"The Red Dragon Principality has been completely defeated. Their capital has been captured by me. The soldiers and civilians are cheering and everyone is excited about this war."

There was no joy in his words.

Nicholas didn't even raise his head when he heard this, and continued to read the military book in his hand.

"Isn't that a good thing?"

It was supposed to be a sarcastic remark, but there was nothing sarcastic about it.

Altria: "...Yes, it should be a happy thing."

"But in just three days, there were more than 200 rape cases and more than 100 robbery cases. In the worst case, I saw a girl... a girl from an aristocratic family. She crawled in front of me with her genitals cut open. I watched her crawling on the ground with her intestines... I watched her crying and begging me to help her..."

“But I can’t do anything.”

"I angrily asked people around me who did this, but no one answered me."

"No one answered me."

"I punished the criminals, I declared their crimes, but my brothers, my brothers who have fought with me till now, they no longer have the joy they once had."

“They started looking at me with questioning eyes.”

"I feel like... I didn't do anything wrong, but why... I feel like I did something wrong?"

After listening to all these words, Nicholas finally put down the book in his hand.

"You know what is right and what is just."

“You know what to do and what not to do.”

"You know exactly what kind of behavior is beneficial to human beings."

"You are a man of high moral character, an undoubted gentleman."

"But you don't understand human nature."

After a few simple words, Altria was silent. After another moment, the dwarf started to laugh and cry: "Yes, your brother said the same thing to me."

"He was an amazing man, it's such a shame."

As soon as the last word came out, Nicholas was immediately startled.

"Pity?"

Altria: "Yes, it's a pity, it's a pity that he died."

"Unfortunately, I am dying too."

Nicholas was shocked when he heard the first sentence, and was even more stunned when he heard the second sentence.

Artoria ignored the surprised guy and continued to talk to herself: "Your brother asked you to come here just to let you pick up some military merit. Because of the forced use of the artifact, my body has been completely overdrawn. This short period of time of sparring with you has made my physical condition even worse."

Nicholas looked very unhappy after hearing these words.

He already had some feelings for the little guy in front of him, and he knew that everything he did was for his own good, and he knew even more about the relationship between him and his brother.

And now hearing the little guy admit with his own mouth that he was about to die, no matter how cruel Nicholas was, it was impossible for him not to feel sad.

Altria: "I have taught you everything I could during this period. I can't remember how long it took me to reach this level, but it was definitely twenty years."

"It only took you a few months... I thought your brother was a genius, but now it seems that you are the real monster."

"After I die, you will have my sword. You are its true master... The Dragonborn Sword is made of pure dragon bones. It is a divine weapon that only Dragonborn can use. If I force myself to use it, I will be courting death. Once it is in your hands, it will blossom with the splendor that a divine weapon should have."

"I will use a grand farewell to set off your debut. I will serve as your stepping stone. The entire Red Dragon Principality will serve as your stepping stone, because you are a dragonborn, because you are a brave man, and because you will carry the wishes of all mankind."

Having said that, Altria stood up and left the place without looking back.

"When the time comes, you should leave here... From now on, I can no longer help you, and your brother can no longer help you."

"On your shoulders lies the burden of the brave, your will is the will of mankind, your fate is the fate of mankind."

With the last words, Altria walked away. At this moment, Nicholas finally reacted. He stared blankly at the entrance of the cave, looking at the sunlight shining in, at a loss.

"elder brother……"

"died?!"

Chapter 106: The Awakening of the Brave (Part )

Nicholas is a fatherless man, or rather, he has a nominal father, but this father has never exercised his paternal responsibilities.