Real elves vs fake elves

"We are all elves!"

Look at how enlightened people are!

They are simply not on the same moral level as those people out there who are selling their erotic power to the max!

Sure enough, after Da Lailai left, the level of this posture has risen sharply.

"It doesn't matter." Aenarion patted Baron Erlen's shoulder vigorously. "Although the elves outside us have turned into monsters, you must believe that our hearts are still as noble and shining as gold!"

In the worldview of this group of zombies, the outside world has suffered a horrific catastrophe. The entire world is basically destroyed except for the Bone Swamp. Only countless terrifying monsters are wandering among the ruins of civilization. They are the last spark of civilization in this sad world.

The zombies also tried to expand outward and let the "spark of civilization" bloom again in the "wasteland", but the horrible climate of the outside world was not something they could endure. Even the top strong ones would not be able to hold on for long before they would die under the horrible climate of the outside world.

Aenarion knew what was going on. Once these ghouls left the dream realm of the god of death, they would quickly degenerate into real brainless monsters. Wouldn't this result mean death for them?

In the "drinking party", the group of "people" had a great time talking to each other. Aenarion even finalized a simple trade agreement with this group of ghouls. Everyone was very happy.

Just when this group of ghouls were "drunk" from drinking too much because of the long-lost happy time, Aenarion walked out of the stench-filled cave alone and took a deep breath. Well, the smell of the swamp was only slightly better than that of the cave.

The strange trees with bared fangs and claws, the occasional howling of monsters, the swamp mud with occasional suspicious bubbles, and the human-shaped skeletons impaled on simple wooden stakes, how is this scene different from a ghost cave?

If ordinary people came here, they would be horrified. In such a hellish place, who could realize that these ghouls had reason? They ended up in this situation because of a god's ordinary dream.

This is a place where tragedy far outweighs terror.

Suddenly turning his head, he looked at a slender figure approaching, and Aenarion spoke first: "You're here?"

Under the dim night light, a slender figure appeared hazy. It was Miranda.

"I originally thought that you were an ambitious person, but I didn't expect that your ambition would allow you to do this."

Aenarion: "..."

With his straight-forward thinking, he couldn't understand what this girl meant by suddenly coming over and saying that.

Miranda: "To be honest, I'm not very happy, especially when you do those things. Although I understand the necessity of you doing these things, I really..."

“Very unhappy.”

Without giving Aenarion a chance to reply, Myranda turned and left.

Aenarion had a puzzled look on his face. With his straight-forward mind, he still didn't understand what the other party meant. His dull thinking didn't seem like an elf at all.

Chapter 30: What's better than a cat is a giant cat!

When the ghouls are reasonable, they are reasonable.

After all, Aenarion did not meet the Queen of the Bells. Baron Erlen's excuse was that the Queen was busy with government affairs and could not spare the time to meet guests, but asking his men to come and meet her would undoubtedly seem neglectful, so he simply gave her generous gifts as an apology.

Looking at the boxes of bones and rotten meat, Aenarion thought about what to do with them while his eyes drifted towards the boxes of alchemical materials used for decoration.

Fortunately, no loss.

These boxes of kitchen waste are difficult to handle, and they cannot be dumped in front of people.

The harvest of this trip must be said to be quite fruitful. Although no formal trade contract was signed with the Golden Bell Royal Court, a contract with Baron Erlen was signed. The alchemical materials here are abundant and the environment is very suitable for the growth of some special plants. Once a long-term and stable trade relationship is formed here, the wealth brought in, although not a windfall, can indeed be regarded as a long-term stream of income.

In this era, stable channels for acquiring wealth are rare. As a human being, you should do your duty and not always think about getting rich overnight.

The caravan set out on the journey again. In order to dispose of those large boxes of rotten meat and bones as quickly as possible, Aenarion would send away any ghoul he saw on the road, regardless of whether the ghoul wanted it or not. If you refuse, you are not giving face to the Phoenix Court.

You don't need to give much as a return gift. Those alchemical materials are very good. Just give a little as a token of your appreciation.

Because of his generosity along the way, after leaving the Bone Marsh, Aenarion

He already had more than one brother, Baron Erlen, and had left more than a dozen pieces of animal skin paper with his contact information, and even a bunch of dry and dehydrated hair sent by a "simple and musty" ghoul noble lady...

He simply became the most popular person, although if this popularity was given to other people, they wouldn't want it.

"It's finally out."

Looking at the Bones Marsh going further and further away, Aenarion felt mixed emotions. This was mainly because he had been a "guest" everywhere along the way, which resulted in him eating too many "moldy delicacies". Even his body blessed by the Phoenix God could not bear it. He was not really a scavenger, so it was too much to pretend that this was "clean and hygienic".

"Next is the Moon Basin. We can finally get to a more normal place."

With a sigh, Aenarion rode to the front of the team again. From this moment on, the caravan could move freely in the real sense. In the isolated "Moon Basin" surrounded by the Bone Swamp, there were really no large predatory animals. It was so safe that there was no need to send anyone to keep watch at night.

Looking at the tall back of Aenarion on horseback, the elves' eyes were no longer just reverence, they were looking up to him, venerating him, and absolutely loving him!

They couldn't imagine that an elf could sacrifice himself to such an extent for the kingdom. To be honest, it was more painful to let the usually delicate elves eat rotten meat and drink raw blood than to kill them. However, the man in front of them could not only eat these things without changing his expression, but he could even maintain his noble demeanor while chatting and laughing with the ugly monster that was beyond description.

This is so great that it's terrifying.

"Quack! Lord Aenarion, we love you!"

Suddenly, some elf went crazy and shouted something like this. Along with this, the elves in the team started shouting together.

"Quack! Your Majesty! We love you!"

"Cuck!"

"Hey!"

Listening to these inexplicable shouts that came one after another, Aenarion turned around in confusion to look at this group of elves who were suddenly excited, then waved his hand casually, responding to his men's enthusiasm slightly.

The temporary disorganization and lack of discipline will be fine for now. After all, the mental pressure on them along the way is indeed quite high, and there is no harm in venting it out appropriately.

Amid the noisy voices of the elves, the caravan moved forward as if on a picnic. All the pressure accumulated in the Bonebury Swamp was released. The magnificent scenery here also made them happy. Now they were so happy that they didn't seem like they were on a business trip.

The Moon Basin was not very large, and in less than half a day, the ultimate goal of Aenarion's journey appeared before his eyes.

A village with a simple but exquisite architectural style. Although the buildings are relatively primitive, the size of the gathering is not small. From a distance, a preliminary estimate shows that it can accommodate several thousand people.

The fact that such a large population gathers in a relatively primitive village indirectly proves that the resources here are very rich.

Soon, as if aware of the arrival of outsiders, the village began to stir slightly. Less than ten minutes later, a cat-eared girl came over with several upright cats and several large cats.

Aenarion dismounted and approached the approaching party.

Cat people are the second race to worship the Moon God besides the elves. But the Moon God does not seem to like this race very much. Although their piety to the Moon God is often greater than that of ordinary elves, the blessings the Moon God gives them are usually less than half of those given to the elves.

Even in her half-dead state, the Moon Goddess would occasionally respond to the Moon Goddess priests of the Elven Clan, allowing them to cast their Moon Goddess magic. But for this group of cats, the Moon Goddess simply threw them a small piece of land and left them to fend for themselves.

The cat girl in front walked up to Aenarion, first looked at the person in front of her with curiosity, and then made a full moon gesture.

"Praise the moon."

Aenarion made the sign of the phoenix.

"Praise the Phoenix."

The cat girl was stunned when she saw Aenarion's gesture: "You are not a moon elf?"

Aenarion: "You have seen a glowing Moonborn?"

Cat Lady: "Actually, I haven't even seen an elf. My grandmother just passed away last year. None of us cat people have seen an elf yet. Ah, that was before I saw you."

"By the way, what are you doing in Moon Basin? How did you get through the Bone Swamp? I thought we were trapped here forever."

The cat girl chirped and chattered like an ordinary little girl, but Aenarion knew that this cat girl with a cat's head and tail was the most respected priestess in the entire cat tribe, and was the only tribe mother who could communicate with the moon god in legend. This kind of cat girl would only be born on a full moon night.

Behind the cat girl are several cats walking upright and a giant cat. The cat people are born on the day when the moon phase is a quarter moon, and the giant cat is born on the day when the moon phase is a waning moon.

Cat people don't look like what they see based on their genes, they look like what they see based on the phases of the moon. Every time I see this setting, Aenarion has to complain about this idealistic world.

Chapter 31: Cute in Life, Poor in Life

After a brief conversation, the elves successfully obtained the

Qualification for stationing nearby.

After all, even if the two races had a good relationship in the past, the cats were once one of the targets of exploitation by the Light Race, so it is impossible to say that they didn't have any small emotions. But since the first human hero, Wolf Ancestor Sigma, turned into the Great Western King Tutu Elf during the Great War, the relationship between the elves and cats has become particularly stable.

The specific situation is roughly like this: When Sigma was carrying the artifact Tutu elf named [Elf Slayer] (also known as Pointy Eared Thing Slayer), he met a catman. The catman exclaimed "We are not elves!" Sigma exclaimed "There is actually a group of elves called non-elves!" So he killed the catman and Tutu.

The whole cause and effect is a hell of a joke.

To sum up, the cat-people are a pathetic race that are born cute but end up being pitiful.

If it weren't for the fact that the Moon Goddess was kindhearted and couldn't stand the poor, and hadn't specially drawn a few lunar basins (cats' private plots) for the cats, this pathetic race would have been doomed to be exterminated.

"Trade? That's great!" Inside the most majestic building in the cat village (actually a two-story wooden building), the cat-eared girl was very happy to hear the purpose of Aenarion's visit. "And do you accept immigrants? The population carrying capacity of this Moon Basin has exceeded the upper limit by a lot. Everyone has been living a very miserable life these years. More than half of the people can't even get enough to eat every day."

Although the Moon Basin has fertile land and abundant assets, its carrying capacity is ultimately limited. If the population continues to grow without limit, it is only a matter of time before the entire Moon Basin's ecology collapses.

Aenarion agreed to the immigration question very readily: "Yes, but you must change your faith from the Moon God to the Phoenix God."

The cat-eared girl hesitated when she heard this, pondered for a moment, and finally nodded: "Okay, I'll ask if anyone is willing."

Aenarion never worried about this aspect of the problem. He didn't need to care about any racial characteristics. As long as you dared to convert to the God of Phoenix, Aenarion would dare to ask the turkey to remove a few negative characteristics from you and add a few positive characteristics.

Besides, these cat people look more like Felynx, and are much cuter than those tiger people in Skyrim. Just standing there and doing nothing looks cute and pleasing to the eye.

Especially those giant cats, whose meows were so cute. However, after knowing that these two cats were the parents of the cat-eared girl and had intelligence equivalent to that of humans, Aenarion immediately gave up the idea of ​​petting them.

It is really impolite to stroke other people's parents.

Cat-eared girl: "When it comes to trade, we naturally want everything. We are in short supply here, but what do you want? You are doing business, not charity. Do you want our moon candy? That is a specialty. I heard that people outside like it very much..."

Aenarion: "No, that's not it. Moon Candy is something that only you can eat. If anyone else eats it, it's committing chronic suicide. Unless I develop a technology to dilute it tenfold, Lothern will not purchase this product."

The cat-eared girl was even more confused after hearing this: "What do you want? We don't have anything else to offer."

Aenarion: "I want the moonstone."

The last step in forging silver steel into mithril is to add moonstone powder. This composite material called mithril has four characteristics: strong, light, good plasticity, and enchantment enhancement. Although ebony steel, known as the "relic of the gods", is better in all aspects and is an all-round inferior substitute for ebony steel, what kind of armor is ebony steel? What is the price of mithril?

Cat-eared girl: "Why do you want that thing? Forget it, I won't ask too much, but we don't have too many of this thing here."

Aenarion: "That is not something you need to worry about."

The second half of the sentence was not spoken aloud. There is indeed no need to worry. Soon the moonstones in the Moon Basin will begin to grow explosively. By the time of the night raid; group six, nine ④⑨three'⑥①③five, the cats will have to mine frantically in order to have living space.

The war between gods at high latitudes can directly affect the mortal world. The viral explosion of moonstones in the Moon Basin is because the moon god at high latitudes is almost dead. When the moon god is dead, the moonstone ore will have the growth characteristics similar to plants. The mature moonstone ore will turn into a dazzling crystal tree. In this state, the moonstone must be mined with protective equipment. Otherwise, without protection, mortals will soon turn into a huge moonstone ore.

If ebony steel is the "remains of God", then moonstone is the "corpse of God".

It took half a day to finalize the specific details of the trade. After the trade agreement was signed, the elves finally had a rare decent meal. Although it was not as exquisite as Lothern's, it was better in terms of rich spices and varied flavors, and successfully won unanimous praise from the elves.

Silent all night.

The next morning, after bidding farewell to the cat-eared girl, Aenarion led the caravan on a non-stop journey. The damn sense of urgency surrounded Aenarion the entire time. The threat of the goblins was like a poisonous snake lurking in the shadows, making him dare not even think of indulging in the gentle world.

It was the size of the cat-people accompanying them that somewhat shocked him.

This group of half-human-high cat-like cats were gathering together with large and small bags. The backs of several giant cats were also full of bags. It was obvious that they were using themselves as pack animals. All the cats were talking excitedly, expressing their curiosity about the outside world and their

worries about the future.

Aenarion turned to look at the cat-eared girl who came to see him off. "So many? You seemed very hesitant yesterday."

The cat-eared girl groaned when she heard this, with a somewhat puzzled expression: "In fact, everyone has speculated that the old grandmother has not been able to contact the Moon God for a long time, and she finally died in despair. And I am even more unlucky. I have never been able to contact her, and every time I offer sacrifices, I am actually just pretending on the stage. But no one has the courage to put this matter on the table, and they still have some fluke mentality. But in fact, everyone basically knows it tacitly - we have been abandoned by the Moon God."

"Since we've been abandoned, then it shouldn't be a problem for us to find a way out for ourselves, right? Since cat lives are worthless, let's just take it one step at a time. Even if sooner or later we will transform from intelligent civilizations into beasts like the Titans did... at least it shouldn't happen in our generation, right?"

"Don't be fooled by the large number. This is only the first batch. I estimate that half of the people in the village are willing to follow you... I beg you to treat them well. Although everyone has a strange temper, they are definitely willing to listen to you."

Listening to this little girl who was only about ten years old chattering like an old mother, Aenarion was silent for a moment, and finally patted the girl on the shoulder.

Needless to say, but everything is said without words.

Chapter 32 If You Dare Not to Ask for a Title, Then Give It to Me

On the caravan's return journey, the cargo was not much more, but the number of people nearly doubled.

Looking at the noisy appearance of this caravan, it is unclear whether it should be considered an elf caravan or a cat-man caravan.

At the end of the team, Aenarion and Miranda walked side by side, their eyes looking straight ahead. Even if they were chatting, they could accurately grasp the every move of everyone in the team at the same time.

"I didn't expect that our goals are the same. I was thinking of discussing with you whether you can allocate a few cars for us."

Miranda said with a smile. Her expression was not as cheerful as when she first arrived. The smile on the corners of her mouth seemed a little forced, as if she was worried about something.

Aenarion: "Your secret formula... is actually easy to guess. By searching for information, it is easy to find out what minerals your court imports every year. With a little speculation, the formula for mithril can be roughly determined."

"After knowing the relevant formula, I can directly use the exhaustive method to try out the best ratio bit by bit. Of course, I can do this, but it's not necessary."

"I own half of the shares of the large military factory in Val."

"And the remaining half of the shares are mine." Miranda smiled and shook her head after Aenarion's words. "It's as if there are no secrets in front of you. It's as if you know everything in the world."

No, I came here through time travel, and I had almost played this game to death before I came here. Apart from a bunch of "unfilled holes" in the game, I am very familiar with 70% of it as a whole.

For example, it won't be long before the goblins will quickly pass through the three royal courts including the border territory, but the game doesn't explain how the goblins quickly pass through these three places, as if the screenwriter didn't know how to cheat for the goblins and just passed it over.

But this is not a game, this is reality, but a reality with a game background. Things that are illogical will not happen easily. In order to find out the truth, Inarion can only guess based on limited clues.

The reason why he arranged three rangers in the border territory was to obtain accurate intelligence. Facing the upcoming goblin frenzy, Aenarion did not dare to have any contemptuous thoughts.