Real elves vs fake elves

The head disappeared in an instant, and the little thought that was originally floating in my mind was completely cleared up.

“That’s right…”

"It goes without saying that the most meaningless thing is to apologize. I will cooperate with you to make you stronger, and you must keep your promise and let me go back."

After saying this, Aenarion turned and left, but the snacks on the table were not touched. It was obvious that the snacks were not prepared for him as he said.

After noticing that Aenarion had completely left, a fiery little bird about the same size and shape as a long-tailed tit came out of the shrine. It first looked at the offerings on the table, then looked in the direction Aenarion had left. It was silent for a long time before it murmured softly.

"Yes... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do this... My power is too weak, I can't control it..."

Ignoring the angry long-tailed tit, Aenarion had more important things to do. An hour of preparation time was not long, but it was not short for a gathering of nearly 10,000 people.

On the training ground, 110 elven female warriors were neatly lined up in a square formation, with their heads held high and their chests puffed out, looking heroic, like carefully crafted marble sculptures. Although they were motionless, they exuded an overwhelming aura.

Lena and a group of elves from the delegation had been waiting here for a long time. They seemed to be intimidated by the group of elves under Aenarion who seemed to be copied and pasted. These outsiders could not help but feel a little nervous.

Just as the gathering time set by Aenarion was about to arrive, a burst of brilliant light suddenly appeared. The elf warriors were naturally used to it, but Lena and others were obviously very surprised.

"Fire attack, full of energy, enhanced defense, wow! This is a high-level blessing! I didn't expect there would be such a high-level priest here?!"

Lena kept exclaiming in amazement. After all, it cost a lot of money to ask the priest from the Flower Valley Royal Court to grant a high-level blessing. After Aenarion did this, she even felt that the six thousand gold shields were worth it.

Of course, the situation that immediately occurred made her even feel that the 6,000 gold shields were really cheap.

A thick and astonishing pillar of light came crashing down, like a divine punishment rushing straight into the sky. In this incredibly grand scene, almost all the elves present lowered their eyes, not daring to look directly at this overwhelming divine power.

Except Lena.

At this moment, the little girl covered her eyes with her hands, her mouth wide open, with an expression that said, "Ah! My titanium dog eyes."

The light faded, and Aenarion appeared in full glory, with a resolute expression, strong muscles, a broad chest, and an unyielding will. He was known to be the best among the big guys.

"The ancient ruins have become a playground for slave hunters. Our noble people have become pathetic slaves. The artifacts that record our glorious history have become collectibles for foreign nobles to hunt for novelties. Our glory can only linger in our memories and through word of mouth. Many people have told me that this is no longer an era that belongs to the elves."

"But I disagree. I will use my sharp sword to pierce the darkness again, and let the blazing sun hang over the Elven Forest again! I want to bring the glory of the elves back to this world. In the name of the noble Phoenix Asuryan, warriors, follow me to the battle!"

After a brief and powerful pre-war speech, Aenarion waved his arm violently, and the elves immediately formed up in an orderly and smooth manner, and finally left the training ground in a rigorous and incredibly coordinated formation. Although there were a total of 110 soldiers here, their marching posture was as if one person, and it was so neat and pleasing to the eye.

"Holy shit." Lena was amazed at the sight. "More than a hundred people walking with only one sound. This is so weird."

He says whatever he wants and is truly not afraid of being beaten.

The high elves' talent [Martial Attainment], nicknamed [Elite and Powerful], means that a company of elf warriors will have a bonus of 12 defense and 2 attack before the number of warriors is reduced by %.

Of course, the above are game data, and it will not be so clear in this non-digital (beep——) game world background, but the group of fierce women under Aenarion do have this talent and gain, and this is all thanks to the flaming tit.

Watching the large army slowly marching out, it was impossible for Aenarion not to feel uneasy, but he wasn't overly nervous either. After all, the scale of the battle wasn't very large, far from the level that required strategic preparations, and if it really didn't work out, he might as well just rush out and use his invincible skills to gain victory.

But it is better not to use the Wushuang if you can. Training soldiers and cultivating power are the foundation for gaining a foothold in this world. After all, Aenarion has a huge secret in his heart that he dare not share with others - the plot of the first part of "Harem Overlord" is about to begin.

"The Greenskin Overlord - Goblin and the Female Knight", that group of damn goblins should have already poked their heads out from that dirty and terrifying cave, their hearts filled with hatred and crazy demands for the pleasure of revenge, and soon, it won't be long before that group of green little monsters will sweep across almost the entire Elf Forest like a frenzy.

This group of dirty elves are certainly unable to stop this craze. If they are not prepared, the Elf Forest will soon turn into a paradise hell where otakus will be ecstatic and macho men will cry.

Chapter 4 Before the Dragon Prince broke through, this life was given by the Ranger...

The lush leaves cut the sunlight into patches of mottled light and shadow. The humus formed by the fallen leaves is spread layer by layer on the ground. It feels soft and loose when stepped on, like a low-quality carpet that has not been cleaned for a long time.

Now, with the "

With a "rustling" sound, a group of humans walked calmly on this low-quality carpet created by nature. They talked and laughed, just like farmers who had obtained a good harvest.

Of course, from another perspective, they were no different from farmers who had a good harvest. This group of people was a human slave-hunting team, and they had just attacked a small group of elves. As expected, this encounter ended with a great victory for the humans, who completely captured the small group at the cost of almost no casualties.

Just as this group of people were marching casually and chatting, the human who looked like a squad leader in front of the team suddenly stopped, then raised his right arm to signal everyone to stop marching.

Just like a real army, the people who were just free and undisciplined immediately stopped walking. The guy who was still shouting loudly in the last second kept silent and looked around vigilantly, showing his excellent military qualities.

"Brother, what's wrong?" After a long while, a man walked up to the team leader and asked quietly, "Is there something wrong?"

The team leader was silent for a moment, then shook his head: "Maybe I'm too nervous..."

After saying that, the two turned around and looked at the harvest of this trip. There were about ten elves gathered together. Those little faces were considered beauties even from the perspective of elves.

"The goods this time are too precious. It really makes me a little nervous. And because of this... our bait work cannot be completed. I don't know if the captain and his men can successfully deliver the 'treasure'."

The elves thought that the slave-hunting team's attack this time was just the same as usual, the only difference was that the scale of this time was much larger than before. Because of their long-standing inertial thinking, the Moon Elves were not interested in this slave-hunting. In their opinion, humans would naturally retreat after robbing enough slaves, and it was not worth spending much energy on it. For them, palace struggles were the real big deal.

The human slave-hunting team initially planned to do a small robbery and then leave, but soon a "small change" occurred, causing them to increase the number of people for this slave-plundering three times in a row. Because the scale was too large, Aenarion even misjudged that humans wanted to occupy the entire elven border.

The slave-hunting team is not a regular army. Their only demand is money. How could they possibly have such a strong demand for territory?

This "little incident" was really too shocking, so shocking that even the magicians of the "Seven Cities Alliance" were alarmed.

Actually, it was not a big deal. They just caught another elf, a very young one at that. This kind of elf usually cannot be sold at a high price, but there was a small problem with the gender of this elf.

He is a male elf.

Male elves are ten times more precious than female dwarves.

A male elf of the same gender as Aenarion.

This special code problem is not small.

After the news of the plundering of male elves was released, the wizard of the "Seven Cities Alliance" came to them almost instantly, and then gave a number that would make the kings of small human countries tremble. After shaking for a while after seeing this number, the top leaders of the slave-hunting team resolutely made a complete plan.

The purpose of surrounding Vine Town was to prevent the news from leaking out as much as possible. The purpose of sending out small teams to attack in all directions was to distract the elves' attention and take on part of the responsibility of bait. The team actually responsible for escorting the male elves had been moving stealthily towards the Lava Pass under the protection of several experts.

Then, just before that, this slave-hunting team encountered a small situation. They encountered a group of elves. A group of elves was actually nothing special, but the leader was an elven noble.

This is very clever. The price of an elven noble is certainly not enough to make the king have the malady, but it is no problem to make one or two human nobles have the malady.

With the idea of ​​“since we’re already here” in mind, this slave-hunting team launched an attack on the elf team, and then the current scene evolved.

"Let the brothers rest where they are. Although there is no clear evidence, I still feel that we are being targeted..."

Before he finished speaking, a cold light flashed, just like the reflection of a bright moon, and under the vast white light, it was so bright that people could not open their eyes.

With alarm bells ringing in his heart, the human team leader pulled back, shouting anxiously as he did so. He knew it was too late to sound the alarm now, but in this situation, he could scare as many people as possible.

"There are experts! Get ready for battle!"

One word, one stress, one emphasis, and a "plop".

In just half a sentence, there were several "plops" and groans, so fast that it was simply jaw-dropping.

"So fast……"

As soon as this thought came to his mind, the team leader quickly crossed his arms across his chest and used the weapon to protect his vital parts. This action successfully extended his life for several seconds.

A tremendous force came from the weapon, his knuckles cracked and the weapon was almost out of his hand. This terrifying suppressive force instantly made his muscles reach the maximum load, and all the potential of his body gushed out under the rush of adrenaline. The team leader's strength reached an unprecedented height at this moment, a height that he had never dared to imagine before.

But that's about it.

This last burst of strength under the terrifying suppression was just to deal with the more terrifying force. The figure was so fast that he could not see clearly. The two swords crossed, and the attack was like thunder and lightning.

Fierce and non-stop, under this violent bombardment, the captain could not even breathe. Gritting his teeth and tightening his muscles, the instinct of survival overwhelmed all thoughts, the sense of pain completely disappeared, the body's functions were fully squeezed, in order to survive, he could only fight -

Fighting with total oblivion!

Suddenly, in perhaps only one thousandth of a second, or even shorter, a flaw appeared in the opponent's attack, a seemingly insignificant flaw.

But the team leader saw this flaw, seized it, and with a look of excitement, he swung his knife and stabbed straight ahead!

Only by grasping this flaw, can he have hope of survival...

But why is this "flaw" getting farther and farther away from me?

Why couldn't his knife penetrate this flaw at all?

As soon as doubts arose in his mind, the captain's disturbed dynamic vision recovered, and his gradually clear eyes saw everything in front of him clearly.

Ah, it turns out that this is not a flaw, but the enemy has stopped attacking.

It was an elf, an elf wearing a cloak and holding two swords.

This sword technique...

But it was too fast...

thump!

Chapter 5 is more like a dance than a martial art!

Sending out scouts before a battle is common sense for people who have almost no military knowledge. People who have played RTS games know that they need to send dogs to open the fog of war, not to mention Aenarion who has been fighting in this world for five years.

All 10 rangers were sent out, and their missions were very clear. After two and a half years of special training, they were fully qualified as scouts. At least in this kind of world, it could be considered a dimensionality reduction attack.

Survey the terrain, map and capture prisoners of war. When encountering a small group of enemies, directly eliminate and capture them. When encountering a large group of enemies, conduct close reconnaissance and obtain as much intelligence as possible about the enemy.

If the ranger does not come back within the specified time, it means that the direction the ranger is scouting is most likely where the enemy's main force is. At that time, a large army will be needed to attack the border, and the two sides will have a fierce battle head-on.

What Aenarion was looking at now was a tongue that had been grabbed. This human was tall and strong, and one could tell at a glance that he was a tough guy who lived on the edge of a knife, and his mouth couldn't be pried open easily.

Gently gesturing with the barbecue tools in his hands, Aenarion's expression was so indifferent that it was annoying. The combination of his expression and his movements was so weird that it made people want to beat him up.

"There is an old saying in the Aurora Empire that goes, 'He who knows the current situation is a hero.' I believe that the various torture instruments here will be able to pry open your mouth."

The prisoner had a determined and majestic look in his eyes, and one could tell at a glance that he was a tough guy who would not give in to any push or push.

"Very good." Aenarion nodded. "I admire your fearlessness, but I wonder if you are afraid of a fate worse than death... Tyri!"

With a shout, Aenarion's chief lackey came to his side almost instantly.

Terry: "My Lord."

Aenarion: "This fellow is a tough talker. Beat him until he tells you what's going on."

Terry's expression instantly brightened.

After leaving the interrogation room and taking just two steps, Terry's voice of "Tell me or not! Tell me or not!" appeared. The fierce momentum coupled with her pretty good voice, especially the crackling sound of the whip, the aura of a queen almost came towards her.

After three seconds of silence for the poor prisoner, Aenarion walked slowly into the makeshift command center.

"Eric still hasn't come back?"

Looking at the nine night raiders gathered in front of him to draw a map, Aenarion asked casually.

"Yes, sir." A ranger quickly stood up and answered, "There are only four hours left until the agreed time. The soldiers have completed their preparations. Although according to the intelligence we pieced together, there shouldn't be a large number of enemies in that direction, but..."

"No need to say more. Later, the two of you will go to the direction where Eric was scouting and scout again. After all, he is a rare male soldier, and many people are paying attention to him."

The two rangers received the order and immediately left the temporary command post to prepare for reconnaissance. Aenarion took two steps forward and took in the map drawn by the rangers. At the same time, he was also quickly recalling the intelligence brought back by the rangers and the enemy's movements.

"The actions of the slave-hunting team are... a little strange. Their motives seem to be different from what I expected, and their fighting methods are also disorganized. Are they setting a trap?"

Aenarion looked at the map and muttered to himself. He had no idea what this group of slave hunters were trying to do. He just felt that their behavior was incomprehensible.

Two flowers bloom, each with its own beauty. While Aenarion was confused by the strange behavior of the human slave-hunting team, Eric also encountered trouble.

Eric was, of course, the elf ranger who had brought down a group of human slave-hunting teams, and by accident, he had also rescued this group of captured elves.

It seems like a good thing, but in fact many good things are just appearances.

For example, now, looking at the dozen girls in front of him, Eric had a headache, the same level of headache as Aenarion who was wondering about the motives of the slave-hunting team.

"I belong to the Lothern Ranger Corps, a direct soldier of the Phoenix Court, and the Sword of Sincerity under the command of the Lightborn. Let me say again, we in the Phoenix Court have no connection with the Flower Valley Court, and you have no right to command us."

Eric almost gritted his teeth as he said the above. The expressions of the dozen girls were becoming more and more strange. He had to go back in a hurry to report. If Aenarion made a strategic misjudgment because of him, he would want to die.

"I'll say it again, I have never heard of the Phoenix Royal Court. It's a compliment to call you a 'Wild King' for a force that has not been recognized by the Ten Royal Courts. Without the backing of the divine law, you are just commoners, not to mention the ridiculous descendants of light. The last descendant of light died a thousand years ago!"

A female elf who looked very strong was acting aggressively, as if she couldn't understand Eric's increasingly dangerous look. She held her chin high with an arrogant attitude.

"Now, in the name of the fourth princess of the Flower Valley Royal Court, I order you to protect us as we head to the nearest gathering place of elves. We have important intelligence with us. If any consequences are caused, it will not be something a commoner like you can afford!"

"And... a man, tsk..."

A vein jumped on Eric's forehead. After saving someone, not to mention getting a word of thanks, he was directly confronted by such an arrogant guy. Anyone would have exploded. Fortunately, the male elf had a good temper, otherwise he would have started to attack by now.

"I reject your proposal, and I don't want to play any ridiculous games of house with you insects. God knows what your so-called emergency mission is. In short, don't follow me anymore!"

After saying that, Eric turned around and left quickly, determined to get rid of these scumbags.

Seeing the savior leave, the leading woman was also very anxious: "Don't go! I order you to stop! Hey, hey, hey, hurry up and chase them, you idiots!"

While shouting, the girls rushed in the direction where Eric left in a disorderly manner, without any organization or discipline. But the noise did not last very long. Soon they found that Eric stopped there with a serious face, two swords unsheathed in his hands, with a solemn expression and a frown on his face.

Finally seeing the target, all the girls stopped and gasped for breath. The leading girl was about to start mocking again, but Eric spoke first.

"What is your combat skill level? What weapons are you good at using?"

The voice was hurried and serious. The leading woman seemed to realize something and stopped making sarcastic remarks. However, it was impossible for her to answer Eric like a subordinate, so a woman next to the fourth princess spoke.

"We are members of the Flower Valley Royal Court Flower Sword Team. Our fourth princess is the most skilled in martial arts and is appointed as a third-class flower sword by His Majesty the Flower King."

Eric: "..."