Real elves vs fake elves

Brothers: "...No, in fact, they will leave in a moment. Although these monsters are a headache, they are not to the point where we are scared."

In other words, even these necromancers will encounter all kinds of terrifying situations.

Just as a few people were hiding in the bushes, preparing to quietly wait for the monsters hovering in the sky to leave, suddenly a third voice appeared on this simple battlefield.

That was the sound of an arrow breaking through the air.

The horrifying scream was fleeting, but it was like a bolt from the blue to the harpies. In a flash, several harpies fell to the ground howling in pain.

It was also at this time that the sound of horse hooves was heard, and several elves riding tall white horses came galloping over. They had bows and arrows on their waists, spears on their backs, and wore gorgeously decorated armor. It was obvious at first glance that they were not ordinary people.

The Marauder Riders among the elves are a fast and mobile force known for their rapid mobility. They were famous for their encirclement and suppression of goblins in the past. Often a few riders could cause a devastating blow to a settlement of goblins. Now they have been scattered across the human territory by the Phoenix Court, and are specifically responsible for dispersing all kinds of monsters emerging from the darkness.

He can ride and shoot from a distance and charge with a spear in hand at close range. He is an all-rounder among the cavalry. The key is that those who can catch up with me cannot beat me, and those who can beat me cannot catch up with me.

Seeing the incoming white horse cavalry, especially the sharp vision of the harpies, they discovered that the horses were ridden by elves, and these monsters turned around without hesitation, leaving in a panic with strange cries. On the other hand, after seeing the elves coming to help, the human women who were gathered in a circle also cheered, the doors of the houses in the settlement opened, and the cautious men with children also poked their heads out.

The arrival of the elves not only means that evil spirits will be driven away, but also represents the arrival of abundant support materials, which are even better than those in the cathedral.

The brothers breathed a sigh of relief and began to connect with the elves. At the same time, the "elf" also appeared in the eyes of the elves.

The handover time was very brief and was not mentioned directly. After all, these elves had to go to the next gathering place immediately. However, these elven warriors still expressed curiosity about the elf crawling out of the grave, but at the same time they also said that this guy only had the appearance of this elf, he was not a real elf.

After handing over the supplies and working all day, a bonfire was set up in the center of the gathering place. A group of people sang and danced around the bonfire. They were celebrating another peaceful day and the arrival of life-saving supplies.

On a simple bench not far away, the Necromancer's eldest brother

Holding a bottle of grape juice with almost no alcohol in his hand, he watched everyone having fun, and a smile appeared on his haggard face.

"Are you very happy?" The elf walked up to him and asked, "It's like celebrating a festival."

"Well, the supplies have arrived after all." The eldest brother... that is, Kosud, was still smiling, the kind that was uglier than crying, "Because so many supplies have arrived, and because the elves came during the day, there will be no ghouls coming to visit tonight."

"Ghoul?"

"That's right, corpse ghosts. Too many people died, too many corpses have not been baptized by the temple, too many corpses are exposed in the wilderness, because the dark energy is always lingering in this world and cannot be completely dissipated. Over time, these corpses will be infected with enough dark energy and turn into corpse ghosts."

"These ghouls are different from ordinary zombies. They retain most of their fighting skills from their lifetime. Although they are brainless, close combat is still very troublesome. It would be best if we could use defensive facilities to keep these monsters out of the gathering place."

"By the way, you should give yourself a name, even if it's just a code name, otherwise we won't know what to call you when the time comes."

After listening to Kosud's advice, the "elf" fell silent, as if remembering something.

After a moment, the handsome man raised his head and some new emotions began to appear in his eyes.

"Nagash."

"I am not just Nagash, but this name will be my code name from now on. You can call me by this name."

Chapter 4: Missing Miranda

Phoenix Court, Val Iron City.

This fortress city provides the elves with an astonishing amount of silver steel and various equipment every year, and all kinds of powerful magic machinery and weapons are also continuously manufactured.

Although some of the functions of this city have recently been replaced by the reactivated garrison city within the Elf Forest, its importance has only increased. After all, most of the elves' foreign aid orders have been taken over by Val Iron City.

Because of such a large order and the existing business activities, Val Iron City has reached an unprecedented prosperity. Ordinary citizens have gained a lot of wealth from it, and even many cat people who come here to make a living have made a lot of money. For a time, this city can no longer be described as thriving, but it will win now, win in the future, and win in the future!

But the city’s top leaders all looked worried, as if they had encountered some big problem that they could not solve.

It is indeed a big problem that they cannot solve.

In front of about 30 or 40 important people, there were two elven priests sitting. These priests were wearing magic pattern armor and were resting with their eyes closed. The elemental fluctuations emanating from their bodies were even more frightening. These two people sat there motionless from the beginning, as if they had no sense of existence like rocks, and even their breathing was so weak that it was almost undetectable.

These are two priests who practice the "Way of the Mountain" among the elemental ways. Although they do not master all kinds of fancy characteristics, the greatest feature of the Way of the Mountain is that their defense is like a towering peak, and their attack is like a landslide. It all about overwhelming the opponent with force, and their panel is a plain and simple numerical monster.

"The situation here has been reported to the superiors."

Without any warning, an elf priest suddenly opened his eyes, and the content of his words shocked all the important people present.

"The demonic aura here is quite strong, and the device that sealed Miranda was damaged from the inside. We believe this is a defection."

After hearing these words, the important people suddenly became anxious and hurriedly tried to explain: "Maybe it was the devil who did it? After all, the device has not had any problems for such a long time. Maybe Miranda inside has actually healed herself, but the devil interfered..."

"This is not an event that can be assumed." A priest interrupted the explanations of these people. "Soon the Phoenix Temple and the White Tower will send people to investigate. In terms of professionalism, they are capable of making an absolutely authoritative conclusion."

"Given Miranda's position in the Phoenix Court, her defection would be an extremely vicious incident. I hope you won't take any chances on this matter."

These words choked the group of important people, but because of the other party's identity, these people who were usually superior to them now dared not say a word of rebuttal.

"So...are we going to mobilize the army to capture Miranda?"

Hearing this cautious inquiry, the pastor once again refuted: "No, this is not something you need to deal with."

No one expected that the machine used to house Miranda would suddenly be violently damaged, and Miranda inside would disappear without a trace.

This machine is a "prison" that Miranda carefully built for herself. It does not provide any healing effect, but instead suppresses the power of the prisoner to an extremely low level.

Miranda's demon blood itself can give her amazing self-healing abilities, but because she is afraid that the blood will fully awaken and replace her own will, Miranda is very cautious in using her demon abilities, and even magic is not something she uses often.

Miranda had entered this machine several times before, and she had always gotten through it safely. She thought this time would be the same as usual, but who knew that something would go wrong again.

At the same time, in a cave at the edge of the Elf Forest, the place is rarely visited by people.

Few elves know about this place.

And now, Miranda, who has left the machine, is in this cave. Her body is taller than when she was an elf, with two ferocious long horns protruding from her forehead and a hideous and terrifying armored tail behind her that swings around, easily cutting the rocks around the cave into pieces.

Her eyes also completely turned into those of a devil, with the whites of her eyes turning black and the pupils turning white. At first glance, she had a unique beauty.

Gasping for breath, Miranda's eyes flickered from chaos to clarity, and her different personalities began to fight for control of this body. Judging from the appearance alone, it seemed that the most critical moment had arrived.

At this moment, of course, there cannot be any disturbance from the outside world, but it is obvious that if some things don't cause trouble at this time, there will be no meaning for their existence.

"Ohhh, my dearest daughter, are you finally waking up?"

The voice is quite showy and annoying, but definitely pleasant to the ear, the kind of voice that women really like. If you hear this voice casually, you'll probably get excited and start shouting "giegie".

Possessing overwhelming charm for women, no female creature can escape from his grasp, a demon whose core skill is "Yin Ben". He has no ability at all but can just eat free food. He doesn't make any effort and relies entirely on women to launch a night raid in Paradise Hell; the devil archduke of group six, nine four nine three'⑥ one ③ five worlds - Azazel.

Judging from his performance, this guy has been waiting for Miranda for a long time.

"As the chess piece I carefully arranged, you should play your role. Your mother's transaction has not been completed because the most important item in the transaction is still missing, and that is you."

"Come, my daughter, come to Daddy, I will give you everything you want..."

Before he could finish his words, a ray of light suddenly flashed by. With Azazel's reaction ability, he would definitely not be able to defend or dodge this attack. The reason was of course very simple: his woman had taken action.

The one who made the move was a female swordsman in a cloak. What was even more eye-catching than her proud figure was her beautiful long straight black hair. It was very eye-catching and just one glance at her was enough to make people sigh in admiration.

ding ding ding...

In an instant, the woman with long black hair fought with the completely invisible opponent for several rounds. Soon her body was covered with scars. She was not wearing any armor, and her outfit was more like modern attire.

"Ah, it's another underworld creature from here... the Shining One? It's really troublesome."

At this moment Azazel finally reacted, and looking at the long black-haired Demon Duke who was struggling to hold on, he gave another order.

"No. 47, bring my dear daughter back. No. 669, please stop this shining one until your life is gone."

"Yes, my love." Hearing this, the black-haired woman turned her head to look at Azazel and smiled charmingly. In order to see this, the woman even deliberately gave up her defense several times. "I love you."

"Thank you." Azazel returned her charming smile. His figure and Miranda disappeared at the same time. "It's a pity that I never loved you."

"It's okay, I don't care..."

stab...

The sound of blood splattering was harsh, and the sword of light in the hand of the Shining One disappeared. In front of him, there was only a woman who was almost cut in half.

Chapter 5 Prologue

The Netherworld within the Forest of Elves was completely out of the control of Chaos. Even if Azazel wanted to snatch a few people away without anyone noticing with the help of his woman, it would not be easy to do.

As long as a demon dares to approach the Forest of Elves, a bunch of big Shining Ones will rush out and chop it into fine pieces, leaving no trace of meat.

The cave where Azazel disappeared was placed under martial law not long after. All kinds of Order creatures began to roam here. Pious elven warriors were responsible for guarding this place tainted with the aura of Chaos. One after another, big figures came here to try to find some clues.

Not long after, the most important figure in the Phoenix Court finally arrived.

Looking at the messy traces inside the cave, Aenarion frowned, which was very rare.

Miranda's defection was not something he wanted to encounter. Who could have known that Miranda would not be able to suppress the demon blood in her body in the Forest of Elves?

If there is a bloodline that cannot be contained even in the Forest of Elves, how powerful and tyrannical must that blood be? It's the blood of the devil.

In any case, it definitely couldn't be that useless guy Azazel. His bloodline can't produce anything other than super succubus, at all.

This is another plot that goes beyond the plot. Aenarion tried hard to abandon the do plot in the game and tried to dig out some background content.

Unfortunately, it still failed. The original work or the players' mentality is like this. They don't want to know why or what it is. They just want to know where to do it and how many to do.

In silence, Aenarion took out an amulet, a simple amulet made from Miranda's hair. It had no practical effect, it was just a simple thought.

When they formed an alliance, the two sides exchanged this thing. Adhering to the principle of raising the favorability as much as possible, Aenarion also pulled out a few strands of his hair to make an amulet and gave it to the other party.

In the end, this amulet became just a wish.

“Don’t expose this situation to the outside world.

Announce... At the same time, we are also trying our best to find Miranda. I know that our influence will become very limited after we leave the Elf Forest, let alone rescue people from the devil, but we still need to do our best. Difficulty is not a reason to give up. "

The last sentence doesn't need to be said.

We can only do our best and leave the rest to fate.

The Underworld is still too dangerous for ordinary elves, and Aenarion would not allow more people to fall into it just to find one person.

"Then sir, what should we do with this person?"

Just as Aenarion was about to leave this almost purified place, a monk asked.

The "person" she was talking about was the long black haired man who was nearly chopped in half by the One of Light.

Logically speaking, the attack of the Radiant One would cause some fatal additional damage to the Chaos Creatures. However, the man with long black hair in front of him obviously did not suffer any more additional damage except for the physical damage.

This guy is not a chaotic creature.

The underworld is huge, and there are enough "errors" inside it. These "errors" will eventually become playgrounds for chaotic creatures, whether they are the God of Greed or some other unknown powerful being.

Obviously, this long black straight hair was born from a "mistake" that led to the chaotic Yihongyuan.

Pushing aside the crowd, Aenarion walked up to a man with long black hair who was still cursing. He didn't know how he would comment on the standard JK outfit.

JK with long black hair and long sword, what an old-fashioned look.

The long black hair just happened to glance at Aenarion who was walking over, and the verbal abuse stopped in an instant.

After taking a look at the woman, Aenarion felt a little better about the woman's aura, and turned to look at the monk who led him here.

"Follow the rules. Since it's not a Chaos creature, then follow the rules of Chaos believers. It's not a big deal."

After defining the long black hair, Aenarion disappeared in a flash of light. He looked at the group of elves in amazement and kept sighing that the strength of his boss had improved again.

Not only her long black hair was straight now, but her eyes were straight too. It was a long while after Aenarion disappeared that the woman cautiously asked the people around her who the "bulinbulin" elf was, what his family background was like, and whether he was married.

The only answer she got was "This is not something you can know". Black Hair was not surprised to hear this answer, but judging from her expression, it was obvious that this woman had made up her mind.

All I can say is that those who do ntr to others will eventually be ntr to others. This is actually karma.

………………

In a laboratory in the White Tower, Nelos, dressed as a researcher, was observing the experimental subjects. In front of her were four extremely hideous and terrifying chaotic creatures, placed in four identical glass containers.

Just as Nelos confirmed the status of these chaotic creatures and turned around to assign tasks to the apprentices behind him, these vicious little creatures suddenly underwent drastic changes.

First, its originally ferocious body began to shrink inward frantically, then its strangely cracked skin began to heal and grow fine hairs, and finally, this chaotic creature that had turned into a ball of hair suddenly grew a pair of organs called "eyes".

The four chaotic creatures were twisted into orderly spirits in a very short time. Not only their appearance was twisted, but their inside and outside were also completely changed.

Desires, ideas, and ambitions are completely subverted, and even the so-called "original intention" can be arbitrarily squeezed and twisted by those in power. For the weak, this is undoubtedly a hopeless world.

Neros: “…”

Without even glancing at the strong light source that had inexplicably appeared behind her, the beautiful lady's voice sounded somewhat helpless.

"You destroyed another control group of mine... But it's not a big deal. I got precious first-hand information about the corruption of chaotic creatures... and their transformation into orderly creatures."

"Chief Mage is not only a scientific researcher title, but also a political title. Your orders are very important in many aspects of the Phoenix Court. Locking yourself in the laboratory for three months without contacting the outside world can even be considered a dereliction of duty."

"We haven't seen each other for three months, and you're giving me a lecture. This is too much."

Nellos said, but not in an angry tone.

"Is the Miranda thing confirmed? I think she deserves it. Anyone who tries to control chaos will be toyed with by chaos until death."

Aenarion would not be angry about this. After all, Neroth was a man who was not nice to anyone. Although he said so, he might not necessarily think so in his heart.