Real elves vs fake elves

After perception comes guidance and comfort.

Look up to the sky, open your mouth, and let the song resound throughout the world.

A melodious tune sounded, and the melody from Aenarion's voice seemed to try to heal the pain of the whole world. Under the blessing of his beautiful voice, the whole world calmed down because of this comfort.

The frightened animals slowly stopped, the intelligent creatures hiding in the shelters began to crawl out, and the violent nature gradually stopped its rampage.

They could hear the sound, and although they didn't know where the sound was coming from, they could hear it.

No matter what race they are, no matter what language they speak, no matter what they look like, they can all hear and understand.

This melody transcends language, thought and even species.

At this moment, all eyes were pointed in one direction - the direction of Aenarion, the direction of the beautiful song.

After who knows how many years, the melody of "Dragon Song" resounded in this world again.

In the second volume, the Land of the White Beasts, three female characters were directly cut out for fear of censorship. That’s the end.

Volume: Osteotopia

Chapter 1 Gods and Humans

When some emotional creatures have obtained enough resources for survival, they will raise other lower creatures as "pets" for more emotional value.

These "owners" love their "pets" infinitely, completely ignoring the little offenses in life and responding with full doting, pampering them even more than their own relatives.

If we look at it from the perspective of the "gods" that are generally recognized by humans and are not disconnected from ordinary things, do these high and mighty beings also respond to ordinary things with the same emotion as "raising pets"?

Is it because all living things happen to grow in the "gods'" strike zone that the "gods" are so selflessly devoted to all living things, and, without asking for anything in return, they show all kinds of tolerance and pampering to all living things in a more caring and loving manner than their elders?

As if it were an act of sacrifice, the cat would place the mouse it had worked so hard to catch next to its owner's bed, and the owner would reward the cat with freeze-dried food after a scream of joy.

In the eyes of cats, this is an act of sacrifice, gaining praise from their owners and delicious freeze-dried food through hard hunting.

But from the owner's perspective, it means "Please don't put mice next to my bed anymore. I'm so scared. Woo woo ...

Does the master really need the cat's mouse? Or, does the god really need the "sacrifice" of mortals?

If we take the above assumptions as the premise, and if it really happens that humans cannot satisfy the emotional values ​​of gods, does it mean that humans will be abandoned by gods without hesitation?

No matter what, regardless of whether the gods treat mortals as pets or not, the relationship between the two parties is as unequal as that between a master and a pet, or even more unequal.

It was another morning, and Aenarion was exercising under the rising sun. Just as the sword in his hand was getting faster and faster, a chaotic sound suddenly exploded in his mind. It was very abrupt and noisy, and very personal.

"Aenarion!!! All my goldfish died, wuwuwuwuwu..."

The howling was very miserable.

Aenarion stopped the sword in his hand, was silent for a while, and then observed two seconds of silence for the goldfish that had already been in batches.

You said, can we really trust a god who can't even feed a few goldfish?

Should I hand it over to this person?

God knows when something big will go wrong.

Is it really okay for the elves to have such a main god?

Walking slowly to the majestic statue of Asuryan, he silently looked at the figure that was reborn from the sea of ​​fire, then lowered his head and looked at the turkey under the statue, which was about the same size as a long-tailed tit.

"Why this time?"

"I... I have followed your instructions completely!" The turkey howled loudly, feeling extremely wronged. "But they still died... I could clearly feel that they were happy. They didn't seem dissatisfied or anything was wrong."

Aenarion: "What was that? What were you doing before they died?"

The voice was calm and gentle, like a kindergarten teacher coaxing a baby.

Turkey: "...the goldfish want to eat food, so I feed them. After they finish eating, they still want more, so I keep feeding them..."

Aenarion: "..."

Come on, I’m so full.

"Not bad. At least the way they died was much better than the previous batches."

Turkey: "...Are you praising me?"

Aenarion: "I can only think so. I will give you another batch of goldfish later. This time you must be moderate. You must control how much the goldfish eat. You cannot just give them as much as they want. Do not satisfy their wishes without restraint. This is the only way to be responsible for them."

Turkey: "Eh? I thought satisfying their wishes was being responsible for them. Didn't you say before that I would try my best to satisfy their wishes...Okay, I'll listen to you. Please give me another batch of goldfish. This time I will make sure they grow up well!"

Aenarion hummed and was about to leave, but just after he took two steps, the turkey started to make a noise again.

"Then why are your goldfish so well-raised, Aenarion?"

Aenarion: "This requires long time of study and observation."

You can't just leave them there and let them grow naturally. That would be too much of a blow to the turkey, who would be staring at the goldfish all day long, fearing that there would be even the slightest mistake.

After a heavy "hmm", Fluffy Turkey turned around and enthusiastically continued to devote himself to the great business of raising goldfish.

It looked like this was just another normal day in the Elf Forest.

But not every intelligent creature is entitled to this kind of daily life. This seemingly ordinary life is a luxury for many intelligent creatures.

Nicholas' ambition caused permanent damage to the world. The Griffin Principality and the Falcon Principality were completely destroyed. The fertile soil on the once rich plains turned into a harsh terrain mixed with gravel and saline-alkali land. It was difficult to grow food on it. Several times of reclamation by humans did not have any effect. When the last group of humans left the plains, they named this land "Bad Land".

The place is as its name suggests, absolutely vicious. Humans are probably completely unable to survive on such a land. Only the most vicious, evil and most fearless races can survive on this land.

Then, those orc warriors under Nicholas who had managed to escape survived in this badland. Not only did they survive, they even thrived, which was an unreasonable thing.

And because no one dared to go deep into the badlands to find out the truth, no one knew how far the orcs had developed in that land where no food could be grown.

In addition to the threat of orcs, the outbreak of plague is also an important reason that makes human survival more difficult.

Years of wars left behind too many corpses. The shocking battle between Aenarion and Nicholas made the Chaos creatures run rampant in this world. Although these Chaos creatures only appeared for a few seconds, the damage they inflicted on the world was shocking and permanent.

Even with the elf doctors rushing around to rescue people, the unstoppable plague continued to claim lives one after another. Sometimes a village that was bustling with people one second was wiped out the next.

Although the world's trauma has been soothed by the "Dragon Song", many of it still remains. The apocalyptic scene has not faded away. Human life at this moment seems to be in a religious story, and it is the most tragic and desperate kind.

Chapter 2 New World

From time to time, some carrion crows flew over the deserted cemetery. These birds looked at the approaching ones with their scarlet eyes. They were not afraid at all but greedy, as if they were ready to rush down and feast on the food at any time.

It's a pity to disappoint these scavenger monsters, these humans are incredibly healthy.

"Brother, the elves' potion is almost gone. If we want to save more people, we have to use our potion. But those patients won't drink our potion even if they are dying."

The group of people were all wearing black robes. They looked haggard, but in fact, they were all very strong.

This group of people were the necromancers who had assisted the elves... No, studying necromancy was just a hobby. Their current profession was civil engineering practitioners, part-time priests, and they also did some work as doctors. As a charitable organization, they gathered and managed the refugees, organized land reclamation, managed the daily chores among the residents, and finally, they were responsible for connecting the cathedral and the elves with aid materials.

A group of ashes

There is no other explanation for why we workers are able to accomplish so many things except that we are powerful.

Now, in order to improve the productivity of the gathering point they manage, this group of people has begun to think about returning to their old business.

"Don't want to drink it? That's easy. Just keep the remaining bottles of the elf potion and mix our potion in. Isn't that the solution?"

The eldest brother who took the lead said it very easily.

"Come to think of it, we spent so much effort to research this potion, but other than the fact that it tastes a bit worse, has more side effects, is less effective, and looks a bit disgusting, isn't it much different from the elves' potion? I really don't understand why these people are so resistant to our potion."

Everyone nodded in agreement when they heard this, and some were even quite unconvinced by the popularity of the elf potion.

In their opinion, there is really not much difference between the two!

After selecting several carefully chosen tombs, several necromancers decided to start their work.

After one catastrophe after another, mankind's resistance to necromancy has decreased a lot. Even the Great Cathedral has begun to turn a blind eye to the skeletons that are on the front lines of the building. This phenomenon even gives us the illusion that necromancy may be able to walk under the sun in the future.

"That's all. Let's get started."

As the necromancy ritual progressed, the unique energy of necromancy began to gather here, and the energy fluctuations were regularly mobilized. After a period of adjustment...

Nothing happened.

Brothers: "..."

After being silent for several seconds, one of the guys finally spoke with a panicked look on his face.

"What's going on?! Why is it not working?! I remember it was still working a few days ago. Could it be that our devout belief in Sigmar has made us lose the ability to use necromancy?!"

"I've never heard that believing in Sigma has this effect." The leader immediately retorted, "If believing in Sigma can have this effect, then those wizards will still be alive?"

When we heard this, we thought about it and realized that it was true.

A few people who didn't believe it tried it again, but hey, there was still no effect.

Just when a few people had been busy for almost a whole day and had no idea what went wrong, a grave suddenly moved.

Tokyo is not very big, but it is big enough to attract our attention.

Because we had worked as necromancers, a profession with no future, we were not afraid of ghosts or spirits at all. We would dig at them in no time if we followed the noise.

After all this work, there has to be a response. Now it seems that the response is in this noise. No matter what the reason is, the brothers with a strong spirit of inquiry have decided to make this issue clear.

The speed of digging the grave was quite fast. After all, this skill was quite skilled and it was not a difficult task for us brothers.

But after leaving the tomb, several people were stunned, because the situation before them was somewhat beyond their expectations.

Based on their experience, they had anticipated what kind of situations would occur. In the tomb there might be skeletons, zombies, giants, and all kinds of disgusting things.

But it definitely couldn't be an elf, one that looked almost alive.

But the deathly aura emanating from this elf could not deceive anyone; it was definitely not the aura that could be emitted by a living being.

To put it bluntly, this is a dead man, he should be dead, but he is alive, inexplicably alive.

"Who are you?" The eldest brother spoke first. Falling to the ground could help him hide the problem. Although everyone was not afraid, they didn't know what to do when they encountered this situation.

"Who am I?" The "elf" fell into deep thought after hearing this. After a while, he looked up again and said, "If you are asking about my identity, there are probably dozens of similar answers. Which one do you want to hear?"

Everyone: "..."

Elf: "But I still want to thank you for saving me. To repay you, you can ask me for anything, and I will try my best to fulfill your wishes."

After hearing this, several people looked at each other suspiciously, but finally nodded.

No matter whether it is nonsense or not, just save him first.

Anyway, we have seen enough monsters and demons in the gathering place, and no one wants to have another zombie.

What's more, he's a zombie with the appearance of an elf. Maybe he can help to improve the relationship with the elves and even get more aid supplies.

With all kinds of thoughts but absolutely no malicious intent, the brothers rescued the "elf" and, not even bothering to ask his name, gave him a camp test and then took him back to the camp.

Although the journey seemed dangerous, it was safe for us, the experienced survival experts, magic masters, and doomsday warriors. But after returning to the camp, what happened made everyone's face change.

The strange vision made several people hide quickly, and they also pulled the bewildered "elf" into a bush. Several people looked up at the sky with different expressions, where dozens of monsters were circling.

The monsters had a woman's body, but their arms and legs were replaced by wings and claws, so their wingspans were very large.

The lower foot is seven or eight times the size of an ordinary person and has a strong visual impact.

The harpy, a monster that humans once didn't care about at all, has now become one of the nightmares hanging over the heads of all gathering places.

Now these harpies are hovering in the sky above where we are gathering, flying back and forth, occasionally diving, with no intention of dispersing.

Chapter 3: The Overlord of the Dead

If you look closely, you can find that not everyone has hidden in the tunnels or houses. Almost all the women in the gathering place have gathered together. They are holding clubs or simple spears. The best weapon is the sun stick. However, it is this clumsy battle formation and poor weapons that have allowed them to stalemate with those terrifying-looking harpies.

From this, we can imagine that during the peak period of humanity, these harpies were nothing more than meat on the chopping board. Even a group of human women who had undergone simple training could hold their own against them.

Looking at the shouting women and the screaming harpies, the "elf" expressed his confusion at the right time.

"Why is it that they are dispersing instead of killing? And why are the people in charge of the battles women? Is there a drastic imbalance in the gender ratio of humans?"

The brothers felt a little embarrassed when they heard this, but they still gave an explanation: "It's not an imbalance... There is indeed an imbalance, but it is definitely not as exaggerated as the elves."

"It's mainly due to the characteristics of the harpies... These monsters only catch men!"

Harpies are a species of creature that only has females. They need to capture humans or other humanoid creatures to reproduce. After confirming that they can give birth to offspring, these harpies will cruelly eat the captured males. These savage creatures have no idea of ​​"a day of marriage is a hundred days of grace". They will eat without hesitation.

Because of this damn trait, only women can come forward to protect the men. Otherwise, if the harpies find human males in a camp, they will be like leeches and will never let go once they stick to them. There is more than one harpy here, and when a steady stream of harpies attack, this gathering place will only end in destruction.

This all-female lineup is not only a way to drive away the men, but also to tell the harpies hovering in the sky that there are no men here! Get out!

The Elf fell into deep thought after hearing this, and finally came to a conclusion: "Is it the same situation as before Aenarion appeared, when the elves faced the goblins?"

Brothers: "...It's really not much different."

The "elf" was silent for a moment, and finally asked: "Do you wish to drive away these harpies?"