Real elves vs fake elves

Aenarion raised his head and looked fearlessly at the Chief Jester.

Playing awkwardly?

I'll accompany you till the end!

Chapter 64 No One Wants to Hear the Story of the White Lion

After a fierce exchange of jokes, the scene became very awkward.

Especially the Chief Jester, the god known as the God of Laughter, now looked at a loss, not knowing where to put his hands.

Aenarion still had that righteous and annoying look on his face, not showing any embarrassment at all. The rule of "as long as I'm not embarrassed, others will be embarrassed" really works. People who don't know would think it was someone else who was telling the joke.

The God of Laughter hesitated for a long time, and finally chose to speak, still with that clear voice.

"Well, if you have a problem with my joke, you don't have to use this method..."

Aenarion: "No, I have no problem with your jokes. After all, what you just said is not a joke at all. They are just boring jokes made up of homophonic puns. No one would criticize such boring jokes."

"Oh, by the way, didn't you just say you wanted to tell a joke? Now hurry up and tell it, I'm listening."

Laughing God: “…”

Lies are just perfunctory, the truth is the most hurtful.

The Laughing God thought that Aenarion's words were sarcastic or ironic, but he was a god, a true god, and he could feel that the elf in front of him was not talking nonsense.

This dude really means it...he speaks the most sincere truth.

The truth almost broke the Laughing God's mentality.

"Whoa, whoa..."

The God of Laughter covered his face and walked away. This clown looked like a clown.

Watching the clown covering his face and walking away, and watching the surrounding environment gradually turn into a pool of colorful black, Aenarion fell silent.

What on earth is this thing doing here?

Is it just to tell a few bad jokes?

This job is a bit poor, not as good as the shock wave and shock bomb of the muscle man Yale Shuhua.

Real sleep does not require too many dreams. When Aenarion opened his eyes, it was still daybreak. Several elven archers were observing the situation in White Hart City and occasionally competing in shooting at targets.

After being harassed for a whole night, Bailucheng did not react at all.

"Sir." Seeing Aenarion awake, Tyri stepped forward, her expression solemn. "Your spy has returned, and has brought back a prisoner."

Aenarion stood up after hearing this, his expression not changing much. At his simple signal, the four heads of the group led an elf tied up in a tortoise shell.

come over.

This is a male elf, wearing a camouflage suit made of grass and wood, similar to a ghillie suit. Apart from that, he is just a big guy wearing very little cloth, with a hat made of a deer head on his head. His outfit fits the stereotype of a profession called "druid".

Its appearance is naturally very handsome by human standards, but it is quite rough in the eyes of elves, as unreasonable as a barbarian.

The Wild Elves are the elves who chose to follow the God of Hunting after the "Great Destruction". In the eyes of the Moon Elves, this group of people has a very indecent title -

The Forsaken.

"How is it?" After taking a look at the Forsaken who was thrown to the ground, Aenarion turned to look at the four secret heads. He didn't know where these guys learned the tortoise shell binding technique from. They actually used it to tie up a man. It was really eye-catching. "It looks like the Desolate One is a little restless?"

The leader of the four secret leaders nodded: "After our reconnaissance of the edge of the Savage Tyranny, the number of Savages there has increased significantly, and their numbers are gathering. At their gathering speed, it won't take too long for them to form an army of a thousand people."

Aenarion turned to look at the Wild One, who was also looking the muscular man in front of him up and down with an extremely aggressive look, which was actually rude.

After hearing what Mi Tou Si said, this Huang Yi sneered in disdain. Of course, he soon stopped laughing.

Aenarion: "They are trying to gather more than a thousand. This is a major event for all of their people. But it's not even the Wild Hunt yet. Has the energy of Savage Tyranny accumulated to the point where we have to start the Wild Hunt early?"

The Desolate One was horrified when he heard this, and looked at Aenarion with a look of doubt.

How could this glowing guy know so much about what was happening in Savage Tyranny at this moment? !

Aenarion waved his hand. He was still not interested in the wild creature in front of him. "Take him away. Tyri, you go and interrogate him. This guy doesn't know much. Don't go too far."

Upon hearing this, Terry immediately smiled like a queen.

Suddenly, the Desolate One spoke up: "Hey, have you heard of the White Lion's prophecy?"

Aenarion: "No, I know the three books of the Elven prophecies by heart, and they do not contain any prophecy of the White Lion."

"Take it down."

After giving the order, just as Aenarion began to arrange preparations for the war, Tyri hesitated for a while and finally spoke.

"My lord, the prophecy of the White Lion does exist."

Aenarion turned his head and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Oh?"

Terry: "And it's in the book of prophecy. Even though it's not long and simple, it does exist."

Aenarion groaned. "My memory is correct. Interesting."

After saying this, Aenarion waved his hand and asked Tyri to do her own thing, while he began to arrange the tasks using the simple sand table that had been temporarily set up.

...At the same time, the Supreme Tower...

Facing the attack from the Phoenix Court, the people of Bailu were extremely nervous. Although they knew that the other side would not kill people indiscriminately, war was always accompanied by fear after all.

However, the "White Deer King" was not among this group of nervous people.

Now the woman is praying in front of a floor-to-ceiling mirror. Although the clown's unique way of praying seems very impious, for the clown, the more impious the prayer method seems, the more pious it is.

Sarcasm, ridicule, criticism and self-criticism are good remedies for arrogance.

The prayer time was over, and just as the White Deer King stood up to end it, the mirror suddenly seemed to be covered with a large amount of oil paint. After a wave, the reflection of reality disappeared, leaving only a strange flowing aggregate of inexplicable colors.

The White Deer King was startled and smiled strangely, but his body began to tremble.

Her expression could no longer express her true feelings.

As the White Deer King laughed more and more exaggeratedly, the oil paint in the mirror began to flow out, like a pot of thick soup that was poured on the ground and then began to slowly wriggle, and soon covered the entire room.

Now the White Deer King seemed to no longer be in reality, but inside a clumsy abstract painting. Her whole body was filled with strange colors that kept flowing and changing, colors that were beyond human recognition. In such a space, there was no up or down, no front or back, no left or right, only inexplicable weirdness, endless weirdness.

The mental pressure reached the limit. The White Deer King could clearly feel that her spirit had reached the brink of collapse. The great existence had not yet appeared, but the pressure from the superior was no longer something that a mortal like her could bear. If she looked directly at this supreme existence, her poor sanity would probably collapse completely in an instant. Ignorance and stupidity would become the best shield to protect her forever.

“I bow to you…”

"My lord!"

Chapter 65: Ancient Technology is Really Amazing

Strange music began to sound. It was played by the vassal gods surrounding the God of Laughter using various musical instruments that were beyond human imagination. The extreme sensory stimulation rushed over, almost washing away the five senses of the White Deer King in an instant.

The horrible noises mixed into a strange tune, which was the true sound of nature that mortals could not hear or understand. The large amount of oil paint before my eyes gathered and squirmed, which was the true appearance of the gods, but it was a truth that mortals could not understand.

The instinct for survival completely overwhelmed the rationality of seeking knowledge, and her body instinctively launched a self-protection program, using ignorance and confusion as armor to separate her from the "reality".

Along with this strange music, laughter and cheers rose up, as if a super star was about to appear on the stage. The noise that could not be described in words was getting louder and louder, as if countless sharp blades were repeatedly moving on his nerves. The White Deer King could clearly feel that his sanity had completely collapsed, but was instantly reorganized and restored thanks to the blessing of the gods.

This is a gift from God, but also a curse and torture that can never be escaped.

Suddenly, just when the cheers reached their peak, an exaggerated and weird laugh rang out. The real master broke the barrier between reality and the world of illusion and came to this world at this peak moment.

“A house where someone has died is a dead house.”

“No one wants a dead house.”

White Deer King: “……?”

………………

The horrifying noise gradually disappeared, and the White Deer King, who was lying on the ground, slowly woke up. She slowly opened her eyes, revealing a clear stupidity in her eyes.

After a while, her brain finally began to receive the information sent back by her visual organs. The room was still the same room, the floor-to-ceiling window was still the same window, and the scene outside the window was still the same. Except for the open door, everything was normal.

"I……"

After hesitating, the White Deer King tried desperately to think about what had happened. But just as she was trying hard to figure out the truth, a severe headache came over her like a landslide or a sea attack at night, as if countless saws were sawing at her brain. The pain instantly overwhelmed all her senses. After letting out a howl, the woman curled up and knelt on the ground, unable to even let out a howl of pain.

The wave of pain receded, and the White Deer King slowly opened her eyes. Her brain began to work again, and everything in front of her changed from thick snow-like paint to reality.

"It turned out... it was a dream."

"My Lord met me in a dream, which was the least damaging way to my mental strength, but my sanity still collapsed."

"My Lord's power reshaped my mind, and after it was reshaped, it collapsed due to my Lord's power, and this cycle repeats itself..."

"Am I still me now?"

I can only say that he is worthy of being an elf. His first reaction was to think about philosophical questions.

"Then my Lord..."

"What did you tell me?"

There was once again a clear look of stupidity in the White Deer King's eyes.

The joke from the Laughing God was the last valid information she could receive. Her reason was simply unable to support her in communicating with the gods for a long time.

Just as she was pondering whether she should try to dig out the dangerous memory hidden in her mind, the door of the room was suddenly kicked open, and a group of elven archers filed in. They marched in neat steps and maintained almost identical postures, standing in two rows on both sides of the door.

The evil forces led by Aenarion strode in.

The White Deer King looked up at the man walking towards her, feeling the holy light emanating from his body. Even though they were not in the same camp at the moment, she felt a sense of security and comfort. Her originally tortured spirit began to feel relieved, and the hidden injuries that had been left behind seemed to be healing slowly at an imperceptible speed.

Is this what is called a descendant of light?

Although she knew the other party was in a superior position, the White Deer King did not want to lose face, so she took a step forward and looked directly at the other party. But before she could open her mouth to save her dignity, Aenarion spoke first.

This opening question was something the White Deer King could never have imagined.

"Where is the White Deer King? Who are you?"

The White Deer King's expression remained unchanged after hearing this: "What do you mean? Isn't it right in front of you?"

Aenarion turned and began to take in the surroundings. "Your walking postures and movements are different, your facial expressions are different, and the strength of your footsteps on the ground is completely different."

"You two are so different that I can tell you are two different people without even looking at you."

White Deer King: “…”

Her mood now was not much better than when she just met the God of Laughter.

It’s a human.

Is this an answer that a human can give?

You are a fly!

The elves of Lothern were not surprised. Aenarion often demonstrated his ability in front of them, such as being able to detect how many people were coming and who they were from a hundred meters away. He even entered a room and accurately counted the number of mosquitoes in it. They were no longer surprised when their masters did something outrageous.

Although she was deeply shocked by Aenarion's invisible pretense, the White Deer Queen quickly adjusted herself. After all, she was a woman who grew up in court struggles, and a confident smile soon appeared on her lips again.

"Do you know why I don't care about your siege?"

"Even if you can take down this city, you cannot control the Supreme Tower. My lovely sister has brought this place to the brink of collapse. If you occupy this place, there will only be a shocking catastrophe under your rule."

"You can't control this place. Only we who have the inheritance can restore balance here."

"Make your choice, Descendant of Light who calls himself the Phoenix King."

After taking in the surroundings, Aenarion walked to a decorative object that looked like a stone platform.

"So the original White Deer King is your sister..."

"I don't care about the conflicts between your families. I just need your submission."

"Also, you made a very wrong statement earlier."

"This place is not about to collapse, it has been collapsing for hundreds of years."

Placing his hands on the stone platform, Aenarion spoke in an ancient elven language that none of the elves present could understand. The ancient elven language was also a complicated encrypted language.

As Aenarion spoke these words, the White Deer King's face turned pale and incredible, as if he understood something.

Suddenly, a series of clear music sounded, and along with this lively tune was a powerful and heroic young female voice.

"What's wrong again?! Where did this idiot come from! Didn't I tell you idiots exactly how to register as an administrator? You didn't even pass compulsory education, right? Since you didn't even pass compulsory education, you idiots shouldn't work in this position!"

"I was originally complaining that a dog could do this job! Now I feel really sorry! Dog! I want to apologize to you! These pointy-eared idiots can't even compare to you! My previous comments about you were really too insulting!"

"And you idiot... Holy shit, you registered successfully?!"