Real elves vs fake elves

"Wait, why is my amulet so hot?!"

A sharp pain surged from her chest, and it was only then that she realized something was wrong.

Looking towards his chest, the Supreme Sun Amulet that he had paid a high price for had turned into a pool of ashes. Because of the intense heat generated before it turned into ashes, it directly burned black blisters and scars on the White Deer King's chest.

"How is this going?"

Along with the pain came an inexplicable sense of clarity. A strong sense of disharmony suddenly enveloped her. After a moment of confusion, the woman was shocked.

"Who are you! What do you want to do?!"

He turned around and looked at the "court official" with horror, looking at the strange guy who was covered in a black robe.

“Kouhee, kouhee, kouhee…” The black-robed man let out a laugh that sounded very villainous. He slowly took off his hood, revealing the heavy makeup of a clown. “The amulet of the Supreme Sun is really useful. Moreover, as a human god, He actually protects the elves. It seems that the legend is true.”

"My Lord would definitely like that kind of secret."

Sweat oozed from the White Deer King's forehead. She suddenly drew the dagger from her waist and looked at the perverse clown with vigilance: "Answer my question! Clown!"

Then, the lady shouted in an ungentlemanly manner: "Guards! Where are the guards! Guards, come here quickly!"

"Oh, that's really unreserved." The clown chuckled, "As a lady, you should behave more elegantly."

The sound of dense footsteps on the stairs was heard, indicating that a team of guards were rushing towards here desperately.

"My Lord wants to bet on an idiot, and a thousand warriors from the White Deer Royal Court are undoubtedly excellent chips."

"But my Lord didn't expect that He wasn't the only bastard who wanted to bet on that idiot. What a bunch of bastards! How come no one wanted to bet on me?"

"This is such a joke, hehehe."

boom!

The door was broken open and a whole team of guards rushed in.

Seeing this, the White Deer King finally regained a little bit of her dignity. She raised her chin proudly and said, "Catch this bastard and put him in the dungeon!"

"This bunch of damn clowns are simply lawless! They need to pay the price for their arrogance!"

The guards remained unmoved.

The hairs on the White Deer King's body stood up, and she felt something was wrong.

The number of guards is... a bit too much.

Her personal guards always remained at a size of twenty people, never increasing or decreasing.

And now in front of her, there were more than thirty elf warriors.

"Didn't you hear what the king said?" The clown raised his chin, looking like a dog asking for a beating, and imitated the damn expression of the White Deer King very vividly, "Why don't you quickly arrest that suspicious guy?!"

This time the guards took action. They drew their swords and tied up the White Deer King very neatly.

Standard tortoise shell binding.

You can tell at first glance that it is a rope art immortal.

The White Deer King was horrified by this incident. As soon as she opened her mouth, she saw the clown put a finger on her plump lips.

“You should know that only smiles and laughter are the most beautiful sounds, and you should enjoy this incomparable beauty forever.”

She tried to make an expression of horror, but her face twisted into an exaggerated, inexplicable smile.

She wanted to let out a timid scream, but after a gurgling sound in her throat, it turned into bursts of weird laughter.

"That's right." The clown spread his hands, looking very happy. "Laughter is the best cure for everything. May eternal laughter always be with you, my king."

After saying this, the clown snapped his fingers in a cool manner: "My loyal guards, now you should arrest this suspicious guy and put him in the dungeon."

"Pretending to be a court official, and entering the High Tower without permission, oh my, what a sin this is! She needs to wear an iron mask and be imprisoned in the dungeon of the High Tower forever as punishment to eliminate this horrible sin."

The guards took orders and began to walk towards the dungeon, escorting the White Deer King, who still had a strange smile on his face.

An exaggerated smile, a disgusting laugh, the White Deer King desperately shook his head and struggled, but apart from tears rolling down from the corners of his eyes, this woman could do nothing.

"Now... is the final step."

The clown walked to a small ornamental pool, put out his hand, drew water from it, and began to scrub the paint off his face.

not much

When the paint faded, an elf's face was revealed.

This is an elf that is more than eighty percent similar to the current White Deer King.

The same exaggerated smile, the same disgusting smile, the same big tears rolling down the corners of the eyes.

But this clown is clearly capable of a full voice.

"Sister...Mother..."

"The traitor will be judged for eternity in the dungeon..."

Chapter 63: The Joke of the Chief Jester

The White Deer Royal Court is not very big. With the elves' leg strength, it doesn't take too long to get from the border to the capital at full speed.

And Aenarion's archers were running at full speed.

The kingdom of the elves was known for its vast land and sparse population, especially the White Deer Court. They did not encounter many decent settlements along the way, and encountered almost no resistance. Without taking into account the logistics issues, it did not take too long for the Supreme Tower to appear in front of the Lothern elves.

"Looking at it this way, this so-called Supreme Tower really deserves the title. It's really tall."

Terry put her hands in front of her eyes and witnessed the shock of the Light Age.

"The Lightborn may not be human, but their technological level is beyond reproach." Aenarion did not look towards the tower. His eyes were scanning the settlement.

That's right, although it is the capital of the White Hart Court, the White Hart City in front of him is just a settlement in the eyes of Aenarion. Since magical creatures will not attack the vicinity of the Supreme Tower, even the defensive walls here are symbolic earth slopes.

As you can imagine, attacking here really wouldn't take too much effort.

"It's a bit of a stretch for 100 men to attack a settlement of several thousand people." Aenarion retracted his gaze and looked behind him.

There, about a hundred good elves and more than twenty lions were lined up neatly, as if they were being inspected.

"Let's set up camp first. Let a few soldiers take turns shooting arrows at the city gate. We will prepare for the siege tomorrow morning."

According to the battle manual compiled by Aenarion, all the elves were busy, some were responsible for felling trees and some were responsible for construction, and the civil engineering work was in good order. As night fell, a small fortress appeared out of thin air opposite the White Deer City, on a flat land near the water source.

Judging from the defensive facilities alone, this small fortress is more reliable than the huge Bailu City.

At night, with the incessant shooting of the Phoenix Court archers, some people were too nervous to fall asleep, some slept on their pillows, some kept cursing, and some kept praying.

In short, it highlights the various aspects of a person's life.

Aenarion's behavior was quite ordinary, for he fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow.

You need to fall asleep as soon as the pillow touches you, wake up at the slightest noise, make a finger-thick unleavened bread with just water in two minutes, and be able to eat raw meat with blood on it with your mouth open. These are the basic skills. If you don't have these abilities, don't try to make a living on the edge of a knife.

This is the so-called Tongzi Kung Fu, the most basic skill of ancient Chinese soldiers.

Aenarion was not a dreamer, and he had dreamed only a few times since he came into this world.

Therefore, he was slightly surprised when he realized that he was dreaming.

Dreams about fantasy worlds are not simple things, and they often represent serious troubles.

A run-down circus, a few leaky colorful tents, strange balloons with human faces floating in the sky, a fallen billboard on the ground, flickering lights, and weird laughter coming from time to time.

Looking up, a full moon hangs in the sky, and several craters and cracks form an exaggerated and evil smiling face above the moon.

Aenarion was silent.

Of course he knew where this place was and whose territory it was.

The Laughing God, the Laughing God who is devouring the Moon Goddess.

But he didn't know what the purpose of this god was, just as he didn't know what the purpose of the hunting god and the wild god was.

In fact, Aenarion did not care too much about these gods. After all, when the world finally faced the invasion of the God of Greed, except for the three big humans and a dragon of time, it would be an exaggeration to say that the rest of the gods were cannon fodder.

The funniest thing is this God of Laughter. He didn’t completely digest the half-dead Moon Goddess until the very end. He suffered from indigestion until the end of the story. In the end, the God of Greed pulled the Moon Goddess out of his stomach to create a harem +1.

It's really a complete clown, a top-notch disgrace.

I have been looking for fun all my life, but in the end I became the fun.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew up from the ground, and strange laughter could be heard one after another.

A clear voice appeared out of nowhere, as if it existed everywhere and yet as if it did not exist anywhere.

A huge clown suddenly appeared.

Aenarion, who had experienced the coming of the God of Greed, was not frightened by this situation. He still had a calm face and his expression remained unchanged. He had indeed seen it many times.

“Why is Garfield a stray cat?”

"Because it's Garfield the cat."

The huge laughing god suddenly lowered his body and let out a sinister smirk.

"Just for fun."

“Ahaha, ahaha, ahahahaha…”

The weird tone, the disgusting laughter, the inexplicable artificial gestures, the bad mental pollution, and the main course was a boring joke. As soon as the joke was finished, it was as if the background

Just by listening to the laughter, anyone can imagine a large group of people laughing heartily.

But there is no one here.

Aenarion: "..."

"Do you know why Xiaoshuai farts so loudly?"

"Because he was wearing bell-bottom pants..."

"Just for fun."

“Ahaha, ahaha, ahahahaha…”

It was as if countless spectators' laughter rang out again, followed by cheers and applause. The God who told jokes was like the brightest superstar in the world, and his every move was the most exciting comedy.

Aenarion: "..."

"Do you know how pigeons talk?"

"A bragging story every week..."

"Just for fun."

"Ahaha. Ahaha. Ahahaha."

The laughter and merriment grew louder and stranger, and the surroundings began to grow thicker and more bizarre. Aenarion seemed to be at the center of the stage, a clown for the entertainment of others.

However, this clown is intimidating without being angry, and he is calm and fearless. He does not experience any psychological fluctuations because of the weirdness around him, nor does he show any fear because of the appearance of the God of Laughter.

He was out of tune with the surroundings, so abrupt that he seemed not to belong to this world, just as if the yellow-haired man wanted to show off to the victim with the woman he easily got, only to find out that the victim was a 1.95-meter-tall bad high school student who uttered incomprehensible words like "Ya Le Ya Le" from his mouth.

The weirdness and strangeness cannot defeat him, and the pressure from the gods will not shake him. He is the Phoenix God of War!

The difference in painting styles obviously made the God of Laughter a little unbearable. He decided to observe the situation first, and found that his target always maintained that Sima face.

Aenarion: "..."

Laughing God: “…”

Aenarion: "..."

Laughing God: "...you..."

Suddenly, Aenarion spoke.

He had a serious face and sat upright, without a trace of a smile, the exact opposite of a clown, as if he was the complete opposite of the chief jester in front of him.

It's awkward, right?

“A house where someone has died is a dead house, and no one wants a dead house.”

It’s a joke, but a cold joke, and it’s told by a serious handsome guy with expressionless face.

Laughing God: “……?”

As Aenarion spoke, the surrounding environment gradually returned to its previous dilapidated state from the abstract painting with splattered oil paint, and the inexplicable laughter also stopped abruptly, as if the mute button was pressed.

"In ancient times, people called their wives 'neiren', and in ancient times, ghosts called their wives 'neigui'."

There was no laughter at all, which was really disrespectful. Not only was it disrespectful, but a cold wind blew from nowhere, which made it even more awkward.