Real elves vs fake elves

The second eye seemed to be struggling to open.

Aenarion ignored everything else, and had no intention of greeting "himself". He drew his sword and stepped forward, his movements were still swift, and his thinking was not slowed down at all. Even though he had killed so many guys who were exactly like him, it did not cause the slightest crack in his heart.

The monster also moved forward, but after it took the first step, its body began to swell rapidly.

No, it's not the body that expands, it's the muscles.

The muscles of this thing expanded rapidly, and in less than a second it turned into a mountain of tendons and flesh. After another second, the body of this thing collapsed on the spot.

"Sure enough, simple copying does not lead to perfect existence."

The second eye slowly closed, apparently the attempt to open it had failed.

"Aenarion..."

It seemed like a sigh, but also seemed like dissatisfaction.

In short, with this last call, the first eye of this world began to slowly close.

He got what He wanted.

He did not get what He wanted.

He left here.

And with His departure, the whole world slowly returned to normal. The monsters screamed and changed into postures with only one face, and then these faces slowly turned into grass, mountains, rivers, and the sky.

The real world reappears.

They left, but the trauma they brought to the world can never be repaired. This trauma is absolutely irreversible damage, until the true body of the God of Greed comes and easily devours the entire world.

Before leaving, a low murmur entered everyone's mind, and if you didn't look carefully, you would think it was just an illusion.

"Sure enough, this thing is really weird."

boom!

boom!

boom!

Even though the evil god is gone, the execution of justice continues.

The sword in Aenarion's hand had long been broken, but his fists did not stop, and he grabbed a monster that he had pulled out of nowhere and punched him again and again. After the monster saw that the surroundings had returned to normal, he was filled with despair from the inside out.

In other words, he can't speak. If he could speak, that classic line would definitely come out.

I haven't gotten in the car yet!

But I'm afraid I'll never be able to say this.

As Aenarion punched the monster again and again, it finally became motionless, collapsing on the ground like mud, thus declaring its inability to rise again.

Putting down the monster in his hand, Aenarion stood up, then tilted his head slightly and glanced at the people behind him in a very Dio manner.

This glance made everyone in the group take a step back.

Even the three elves performed the same action.

The human warrior even whispered to Eric who was standing beside him: "Brother, your king... doesn't eat children, right?"

Eric hesitated when he heard this: "Theoretically... it should not be eaten, right?"

There was even a lot of uncertainty in the words.

Glancing casually at the few people, Aenarion said calmly, "I'm glad you're alright. Go back."

Several people responded quickly, including the worm nun.

The bright moon in the sky shone again, and under the bright moonlight, the devastated Vine Town appeared again before everyone's eyes.

This place is already a dead place.

Because of the human slave raiders, about 40% of the population of the border territory was concentrated in Vine Town, and during this period, Sofia used various excuses to keep them away.

The population is migrating out for this grand sacrifice tonight.

From now on, the March Territory would be within Lothern's grasp if Aenarion wanted, though the population had dropped drastically.

"Let's go, the final victory belongs to you, my friends."

"You will have a hero's return, and you deserve a hero's return."

"A victory banquet will be waiting for you."

………………

The elves' banquets were not like those of humans or dwarves. There was no wanton cheering and rejoicing. Even if everyone had drunk a lot of wine, they were still able to maintain a high level of demeanor.

In other words, he is a very good drinker, and even if he drinks too much, the most he does is talk a lot.

The paladins and the elves were toasting each other, the brave warrior and Terry were discussing government affairs, Lena was sitting outside the tent, staring blankly at the ruins of Vine Town, showing a maturity that matched her age.

The Worm Sister was tied up on the ground.

This girl really thought she could get away with it.

The protagonist of this place has not appeared yet, and because Aenarion has not come, everyone feels a little reserved, obviously waiting for the real hero.

Aenarion, who didn't really like crowds, was hiding in his little room, thinking about his next speech while bandaging his wounds.

The more noble you appear in front of others, the more you will suffer behind their backs.

By forcing himself to use a force that his body could not bear, Aenarion had already suffered serious injuries, but it was simply not visible on the surface.

Chapter 53: The Brave and the Brave

Inside the general's tent, Aenarion was wrapping bandages around himself. Beside him, the turkey, which had grown bigger, kept chirping, looking very excited.

"You know, you know! That thing! It's so big! So thick! You knocked it down with just one punch!"

"And there's also La La! How dare you mock me! You cut me into pieces in an instant!"

"And what a joke! He was so scared by you that he turned around and ran away! How could he run away?!"

Turkey was very excited, as if he had defeated all those groups of monsters, and his confidence seemed to have been boosted.

Aenarion just smiled and responded "Yes, yes, yes", "That's right", "Yeah, yes, yes".

After he had wrapped almost his entire body in bandages, Aenarion stood up and looked toward the stable with a hint of sadness in his eyes.

"It's rare to be a shrew..."

After hearing the old horse's name, Turkey instantly calmed down and became sad as well.

Rocinante was the first and only horse that Aenarion had ever owned since he came into the world.

At first, it was just an old horse abandoned by the White Deer King's Court, too old to go to the battlefield, but at that time, Aenarion was poor and had nothing, so how could he choose one? It was good to have a horse to show off.

That’s right, at the beginning, Rocinante was just for show. Although it was too old to run, it looked really good.

Then, whether it was due to the long-term training with Aenarion or the call of Asuryan, Rocinante's body actually began to grow inversely. His originally shriveled muscles gradually became full, and his aging physical strength slowly recovered. He actually became stronger and braver than an ordinary warhorse.

Finally, in the battle just now, Lao Ma had sublimated to be as brave and powerful as Pegasus. But this sublimation was like an overdraft. After consuming all his energy to emit that breathtaking light, he ran out of energy and fell into darkness completely.

Old Ma is dead.

But dying on the battlefield can be said to be the most glorious destination for this warhorse.

"It's just an ordinary warhorse after all." Mo Turkey sighed. Aenarion was not the only protagonist in that battle. Rocinante was also a hero who dared to raise his middle finger to the gods. "You still have to get a mount. At the very least, it has to be a griffin or something like that. A dragon would be the best."

"As for artifacts, I can find a way to help you get one... but you still have to find a way to get an artifact from this world. With your familiarity with the plot of this world, it shouldn't be too difficult to get one."

"Then there's magic... You've told me about this several times. Since you have your own ideas, I won't interfere. Although it's probably useless to interfere. According to your opinion, you probably won't listen to me..."

"Finally, through this incomplete possession, I have gained some inspiration and can roughly figure out what the God's Chosen is all about. It's best if you can catch a few real God's Chosen for me, the living kind. Once I have studied them thoroughly, I will show you what the extraordinary God's Chosen of Asuryan is."

Aenarion put away his sad eyes and ignored Turkey's muttering. He moved his body, feeling the severe pain coming from all parts of his body, but his face did not show the slightest sign of pain.

Eighty percent of his body had collapsed. The overdraft from this battle had reached a terrifying level. Even Aenarion himself found it miraculous that he could now move like a normal person.

"Let's go, everyone is waiting for us."

After completely covering his entire body with bandages with his armor, Aenarion walked out of the tent, his expression once again changing into that of a big guy.

Resolute and unyielding.

With the entrance of Aenarion, the atmosphere of the banquet reached its climax. All the elves were singing various praises for the heroic figure of their king. Even humans had to express their respect for such a hero.

After a round of greetings, Aenarion finally had a brief meeting with the human hero under Terry's arrangement.

The two heroes met face to face for the first time, but they had two completely different styles.

The elves have strong bodies, firm faces, handsome features, and heroic spirit. They are beautiful but lack the feminine gentleness that is typical of women.

If I had to describe him, it would be that although his appearance is completely different, his temperament is quite similar to that of a man named Jiao, a man named Peng, or a man named Hu...

Forget about the man surnamed Wu, after all, he is the sissy designated by the man surnamed Jiao.

In comparison, the hero's appearance is not as good as Aenarion's, and his physical strength is far behind. But he is strong and gentle, strong and gentle, handsome and gentle, and has connections and gentleness.

In short, it's very Asian.

Aenarion clinked glasses with him, and they both looked up at the moon in the sky.

"Francis…or should I call you Saint Francis?"

The hero, Francis, immediately waved his hand modestly. Although he didn't know why the other party knew his name before he introduced himself, he quickly explained: "I haven't passed the final test of the Cathedral yet, so I can't inherit the title of 'Saint' of the heroes of all generations."

He is humble and polite. Although he is a brave man, he does not bully the weak or act overbearingly. From the visual perspective alone, he gives people a very good impression.

But courtesy and politeness cannot be used to make a living, nor is it a part of strength. Aenarion, who is familiar with the plot, knows that Francis will never pass the trial of the cathedral.

In other words, the person died before passing the test.

The plot reveals in various ways that the hero is a good person. If the hero had not died early, the world would never have become what it was in the end.

Now it seems that the hero is indeed a good person, which makes people feel even more regretful.

Soon in this world, being a good person is no longer a plus, but a sign of ignorance that leads to self-destruction.

Aenarion: "On behalf of the elves, I thank you for your help. There will be a gift after the banquet. I hope you will enjoy the rest of the dinner."

Upon hearing this, the brave man quickly waved his hands and said, "Exorcism is indeed the duty of people in this world. How can it be considered as helping with all one's strength? Besides, I really didn't help at all. I am really ashamed. I even want to thank you. If it weren't for your riding, I would have died there this time... I am really ashamed. I came here to save people and solve problems."

As the brave man spoke, he lowered his head. It was obvious that he felt very ashamed.

A personality completely opposite to that of his devilish younger brother.

"It doesn't matter. It's all the same." Aenarion picked up his glass and turned to leave, which was the end of this simple conversation. His plan did not reserve a place for the dying hero, and a little communication and show of goodwill would be enough to end it.

The brave man looked at Aenarion's departing back, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he gave up and could only sigh.

Chapter 54: The Benevolent Elf Noble

In the banquet's private room, a rare quiet place, Aenarion was drinking the fat otaku's happy water.

After all, alcohol is just for socializing, and happy water is true love.

After experimenting with ginger and brown sugar to make happy water, this thing has become Aenarion's favorite drink. And I don't know whether it's because of influence or because they are really conquered by the sweet taste, the senior leaders of Lothern have fallen in love with this drink, and everyone will have a cup whenever they have time.

It is also because of this reason, coupled with the problem of happy water production, that this thing is not sold to the public. After all, it is not enough for one's own drink.

After an unknown amount of time, just as Aenarion was enjoying this rare time as a fat houseguest, Terry pushed the door open and walked in.

"Sir, you don't seem to be very interested in human heroes?" Tai Li got straight to the point, with a puzzled tone, "You should know how high the status of heroes is. They will almost certainly become the emperor of the Holy Griffin Empire in the end. Not to mention the human empire, they have a high reputation among various humanoid races."

"It is almost a hundred benefits for us to have a good relationship with the hero, not to mention that you saved his life."

"Is it because..."

Aenarion waved his hand, his expression as usual, still looking cool and handsome: "If it weren't for Sigmar, I wouldn't mind him killing the Lightborn."

Those guys really deserve to be killed.

Besides, they didn't really kill off the species.

"How about this? We don't have to be close friends, but we can definitely build a good relationship and sign a trade agreement. The humans should be very interested in our luxury goods. Tree spirit tea and spider silk are not only affordable for the nobles, but also for their middle class."

Lothern’s flagship product cannot be considered a luxury product, but it is definitely not a cheap product either. With a discount, it can be considered light luxury. The middle class will just frown when they want to buy it, but it won’t hurt to buy it.

Tyri frowned, but decided not to go against Aenarion's decision.

Since the boss has made a clear decision, it is not the subordinate's job to question it rashly.

It's time to do something.

"Does the trade agreement require the hero to sign it in his name? This will effectively bring us closer together. Or should we just sign an exclusive trade agreement?"