Real elves vs fake elves

"Yes, it's so neat and clean. In comparison, I feel that Bailu City is just like a village."

"Sir, let's make Lothern our capital from now on, shall we? Except for the High Tower, nothing in White Hart City can compare to this place."

The knights began to get visibly excited, even the levies or regular soldiers.

Entering Lothern for the first time was truly an eye-opener for them. Young elves who had not seen the Age of Light would certainly be shocked by the grand architectural style. And when they thought that this place would belong to them in the future, the shock would seamlessly switch to excitement.

This special code is like five million dollars placed in front of him, as if he could pocket it all just by reaching out his hand.

There is no knife here, only music.

In the midst of all the excitement, the Second Princess of Bailu was still somewhat cautious. She quickly came back to her senses from the frivolous joy, and just when she was about to ask everyone to calm down, a sudden inexplicable warning made her whole body numb.

"Where are the people? Where did they go?"

"Where is that person?"

"Where's old Mrs. Jose!"

Amid the exclamations, the entire dock area lit up.

It is not the dawn, but the light of fire.

Countless elf workers, cat workers, and human slaves surrounded the 800 or so people, obviously ready for battle.

And in the most conspicuous position in the light, there were two people standing there.

One is old Joseph.

The other is the Speaker of Lothern——

Catherine Speaker.

"Well done, Joseph." Speaker Catherine raised her chin and looked down at the group of white deer elves. "I will try to persuade the king and push for you humans to have the right to reside in Lothern in the parliament?"

"And you, you idiot from the White Deer." Speaker Catherine pointed her finger at the second princess of the White Deer Royal Court with a disdainful smile on her face. "Do you really think that we, the abandoned people who have been struggling in hell, are as idiots as you, a bunch of hothouse kids?!"

"After this incident, Lord Aenarion will surely know who is the courtier he should value the most!"

Chapter 59 Have you heard the story of the White Lion?

First this flower blooms, and then that one blooms.

The White Deer Royal Court is most famous not only for their cavalry, but also for their ferocious and powerful wild animals which are terrifying enough to make people tremble in fear.

These wild animals are not simple beasts. Many human scholars speculate that they are powerful creatures transformed by Light Magic. Many unnatural phenomena frequently occur in these monsters, making them much more difficult to deal with than ordinary creatures.

It is true. The Lightborn transformed some creatures into various ornamental and practical tools. These tools were very useful back then, but the Lightborn are no longer around...

Without the restraint of the Light Elves, the beasts were like wild dogs on the loose, wreaking havoc throughout the Elf Forest with ease.

It's basically a story of you reap what you sow.

In summary, these various situations have led to the elves' positions on this hot land being roughly like this:

Giant Eagle White Lion Giant Stag Griffin

Elves

With such a rich land, the living standard of the White Deer Elves is not very rich, but it is also very poor. The White Deer Elves are born as standard mule-horse kneeling tribes, and they can't get anything they want, mainly because those cute little animals wandering in the wild don't agree.

The White Deer Elves have no choice but to choose between becoming soldiers or hunters, and neither of these two paths is easy.

Fortunately, the cute little animals in the wild are very enthusiastic. With their efforts and help, the professional level of the white deer elves has improved significantly, and they have become outstanding jungle warfare experts.

Although every elf in the Elf Forest is an expert in jungle warfare, the White Deer Elves are just a little bit stronger than their fellows.

But it won’t be long before the food chain on this colorful land will be brutally broken.

A medium-sized military station at the border of the White Deer Royal Court and the Phoenix Royal Court.

This type of military station can usually accommodate about thirty combatants and is equipped with all the relevant combat facilities. It can be considered a pretty good small fortress.

Although it was a bit suicidal to build such a fortress alone without any support around, since nothing had happened for so many years, few people wanted to change it.

"Two groups of people have gone. Doesn't that mean the entire royal court has been drained of its manpower?"

On the fortress wall, the two girls sat side by side and looked up at the moon. It was not that they wanted to be lazy, but simply because the people in the fortress were basically emptied, and there was not even a qualified person to command, so the rest of the people naturally left the place alone.

What if the enemy comes?

The remaining soldiers were not worried at all. After all, they might not even be able to wait for the enemy to arrive, and it would be a bit troublesome for the few people left to deal with those cute wild animals.

"By the way, the lion group led by that lion has recently left the Savage Tyranny and started wandering outside. If the lion group attacks a village, we will not be able to provide effective support." An elf held his cheek with a troubled look on his face.

Another elf smiled when he heard this: "Are you still worried that we can't provide support? If it is a lion group led by that lion, it will be a problem whether our military station can withstand its attack."

"No... it's not that exaggerated, right?" The first elf wanted to refute, but after thinking carefully, he became hesitant and said, "Well... it seems to be true..."

Just when the two girls felt that their lives were getting worse and worse as they chatted, the sharp-eyed sister suddenly seemed to have discovered something. She stretched out her hand and pointed in a certain direction, and her voice seemed to begin to tremble.

"That...that's..."

He spoke incoherently and couldn't even form a complete sentence.

The other girl looked in the direction she pointed, and after just one glance, she also began to tremble like a sieve.

"Alarm...alarm!"

"Sound the alarm!"

"The great white lion is coming!!!"

With this horrified scream that seemed to tear the throat, all the elves in the fortress were alarmed.

...Early the next morning...

After two days of forced march, Aenarion's troops finally had some time to rest. The elves sat in groups.

Circle, eat quietly, drink and gently beat the muscles.

After all, the dwarves are not capable of forced marching for two months without stopping. Even the elves of the Phoenix Court would not be able to withstand forced marching for two whole days.

In the outermost circle, Terry ate dry food while looking into the depths of the jungle. Her eyes were full of worry. Of course, she was not worried about the enemy or anything, she was worried about Aenarion.

In order to give his soldiers a chance to fully rest, Aenarion went out to scout the surrounding situation himself. This man with seemingly endless energy did not care how much burden he had on his shoulders. In his opinion, there was no distinction between high and low in work, and efficiency was everything.

Suddenly, a ranger rushed to Tai Li with great speed. Tai Li did not move, she knew who it was at a glance.

Naturally, it was the ranger who had accompanied Aenarion on reconnaissance.

"Sir." The ranger first performed a simple courtesy to Tai Li, "My king has ordered that everyone should rest here for an hour, and then go to the border military station of the White Deer King's Court fully armed."

"My mission is not only to convey the king's order, but also to take you to that military station."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tai Li asked first: "The king wants to take down that military station alone?"

"Why is it so? We are not burdens without fighting ability!"

Ranger: "No, or rather, it's not just a small matter like attacking a military station."

"Have you heard of... the prophecy of the White Lion?"

………………

Since it is a fantasy world, in addition to ordinary large creatures, there are of course various monster-level and behemoth-level creatures. Among these already powerful tribes, it is even more likely that one or two legendary individuals will appear. These individuals often possess incredible power and are terrifying existences that even powerful knights are helpless against.

To put it bluntly, a wild boss.

The Great White Lion is one of the legendary individuals in the white lion tribe. The elves don't know how long it has lived, how many people it has killed, or what it is thinking. The elves only know that it has outstanding wisdom and infinite power, and it will bring equal destruction to all creatures in the forest.

It is a living natural disaster that emerged from the tyranny of the wilderness, and is one of the manifestations of the terrifying power of this violent forest.

The size of a great white lion is several times that of an ordinary white lion, and its strength and speed are incomparable, but these are not the most terrifying things. The most terrifying thing is its fur, which has been blessed by barbaric tyranny and is almost immune to all damage.

To put it bluntly, it comes with 40% physical resistance, so are you afraid?

And now, a small military station of the White Deer King's Court, and the seven elves in this small military station, are about to face this legendary terrifying creature. Under the tyranny of this terrifying creature, the twenty or so white lions led by it seem to have really turned into cute little animals as docile as chickens.

Currently, the seven elves were hiding in the warehouse inside the fortress. This was the most solid building in the entire military station, and there was only one entrance and exit and observation port. Even if the white lion wanted to come in, the elves could barely hold it off for a while.

As for why we don't rely on the city walls for defense...

The six-meter-high wall was flipped over by the big white lion in one leap, and then the monster scratched the door latch with one claw and easily let all the white lions into the military station. This method of breaking through the fortress highlighted an irresistible force from beginning to end. It can only be said that the ten-meter-high wall in the fantasy world is a practical need.

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Chapter 60 Something is wrong, it doesn't match the plot

Inside the sturdy warehouse, seven elves were shivering with dark circles under their eyes, not even thinking of resisting.

Logically speaking, these lions are so strong that there is no reason to argue with them. If a few of them go out to look for someone to kill, they are just giving them something to eat.

Rumble…

You don't need to look to know that another building has been destroyed by the lions.

Those wooden and stone structures could not withstand the terrifying brute force of the white lion. Their pitiful defenses were a joke in front of monsters of this level.

"No, I need to see what's going on outside." An elf said. Perhaps this tragic slow death was driving her crazy, and the girl was eager to do something to relieve her miserable despair.

The other elves did not make any comment on her behavior, or rather, they probably would not make much comment on anything at this moment.

I stretched my head and peered through the observation hole. All I could see were white lions wandering around, and in the middle, lying on the ground, was a giant monster that looked like a small elephant.

Great White Lion

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They had no intention of leaving, but were playing and wandering around in a relaxed manner. These large cats were like cats waiting outside a mouse hole, seemingly lazy, but everything was under their control.

Those things in the warehouse are not prey at all. They are just meat on the chopping board and can be taken at any time.

With just one glance, the elf's eyes burst into a despair even more intense than before.

"Stop looking..." an elf spoke, as if she wanted to persuade someone, but before she could finish her words, the elf who had been spying on the outside world couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Someone's coming! Someone's coming in at the door!"

"It looks like an elf warrior...ah! My eyes!"

After a scream, the elf covered his eyes and rolled back and forth on the ground, still wailing.

The group of white lions outside the warehouse also wailed like her.

Aenarion took action.

The first move was a standard flash grenade from Lothar.

While the lions were frozen by the flash bomb, Aenarion rushed into the lion group and showed his unparalleled strength!

He was dancing with a steel rod as high as his eyebrows with great vigor, swinging the rod at the lion-dog heads with one swing!

The kind where the eyes don’t even close!

For a moment, the scene was extremely chaotic and all kinds of noises were extremely noisy. The only sounds on the field were the howling of lions, the howling of lions, and the howling of lions.

Such a sudden change naturally attracted the attention of the elves in the warehouse. Now these sisters were crowded around the narrow observation port and staring outside.

Of course, they didn't have the courage to send them out to provide support, but they did have the courage to observe from afar, and it was a lot.

"It's... it's him! I recognize him!" An elf exclaimed after seeing Aenarion's majestic figure, "He is the wild... no, the Phoenix King of the Phoenix Court!"

"It's the last of the Lightborn!"

The invincible posture of the Lightborn greatly boosted the morale of the elves. Such a fierce posture inspired them so much that they even wanted to go out and fight.

Of course, the thought of going out and giving it a try only lasted less than a second before being suppressed by reason.

Among this group of elves, only one had extremely complicated expressions in his eyes. He was an old elf soldier, an old fellow who had experienced the era of the Light People.

"No, not the Lightborn... No, it's the Lightborn."

"It's just that they are just the Lightborn who exist only in the self-praising and flattery of the Lightborn."

"At least the so-called descendants of light don't really shine..."

The old man's words did not attract the attention of the elves. They were completely attracted by the fierce battle outside the field.