Real elves vs fake elves

Because Eric used to play foil, he knew how ridiculous the so-called foil was. The deadly killing technique that was once like dancing became more and more beautiful and graceful, while its lethality became lower and lower, until it was almost zero, in order to meet the aesthetic needs of the nobles.

The so-called third-class flower sword does not mean that the swordsmanship is very sharp, but that the sword dance is beautiful enough.

To put it bluntly, it is more like a dance than a martial art!

Chapter 6: An elf that can't kill is not a good elf

Labeling the girls in front of him as a "dance troupe", Eric held his breath and focused while secretly reaching for his waist.

Both flash grenades are still there.

However, this kind of thing relies primarily on surprise attack, and now they are the ones being ambushed.

"Did you use shamanism? Or some kind of magic?"

He looked around cautiously, increasing his perception to the maximum. The enemies in the shadows had been detected, but their number, direction, and combat effectiveness were unknown.

"Hey you……"

As if feeling impatient, the leading princess of the fourth clan suddenly spoke, but before she could finish her words, a sharp sound of breaking through the air suddenly rang out, and dense shrieks became the only melody at the moment. Almost in an instant, dozens of rusty arrows pierced the elves here fiercely.

Eric's skills were extraordinary. He dodged left and right, and almost all the arrows shot at him missed the target. Even the few that occasionally missed were easily blocked by his sword. It was absolutely effortless, and the elf's extraordinary agility was displayed to the fullest.

But the rest of the elves performed very poorly. Amidst waves of screams, they were knocked down one by one by the rusty arrows with almost no ability to resist, as if they had no experience in dealing with long-range attacks at all. Their combat skills were so immature that they were unbearable to watch.

Eric took a casual glance and then withdrew his attention. Although he did not have any hope for this group of women, it was indeed beyond his expectations to see them perform so poorly.

"Yes...it's them...they are coming..."

The fourth princess who had been so arrogant just now was now half-kneeling on the ground with several rusty arrows stuck in her body. Although she looked miserable, none of the injuries were fatal. She didn't know whether it was pain or fear. Now tears kept streaming down her face which had been broken without her knowing when, her whole body was shaking, and her body was covered with an unknown suspicious transparent liquid. It seemed that she had foreseen something extremely horrible was about to happen, and she was on the verge of collapse.

Even in front of the slave-hunting team, she could maintain her aristocratic dignity. Even in front of her savior, she was naturally arrogant. But now, she had a premonition of what she was about to face, and she had a mental breakdown, a breakdown without any resistance.

"Kill me

......"

"Gu... Kill..."

"kill me……"

"Please, kill me..."

"No matter who it is, please..."

She collapsed on the ground, tears streaming down her face and her whole body trembling. How could she look like an aristocrat at all?

While Eric was still wondering what was going on, bursts of weird, grotesque, and hateful laughter rang out one after another. These sounds were sharp and disgusting, making people feel very uncomfortable when they heard them.

Along with these despicable laughs, a group of short, hunchbacked, hideous monsters crawled out of the grass. They were numerous and disorganized, holding simple weapons and wearing clothes that could not be called armor at all.

But even with this ridiculous outfit and crude weapons, the Fourth Princess was frightened into silence. She completely lost the will to resist and just collapsed on the spot, mumbling strange and incomprehensible words.

If you listen carefully, you can hear the fragmented words even containing words like "master", "no", "bitch" and other words that sound very ambiguous and R18.

"These goblins... seem to be a little off."

Eric frowned, but before he could think any further, an abominable voice interrupted his thoughts.

“Quackhahaha!!!”

With a sharp cry, the goblins rushed forward with wild laughter, their eyes were red and they were screaming strangely. Their formation was disorganized and they even interfered with each other, but the way they fought was extremely crazy, so crazy that even "fearless and fearless" could not be described.

"Sure enough, something is totally wrong."

Kill nearby enemies quickly at a speed that the goblins cannot keep up with, and try to make the wounds of the injured enemies look as horrible as possible. The result of the combat is also to strive to only injure but not kill. According to the experience of dealing with these little monsters, companions lying on the ground wailing can effectively undermine their morale. Often, just creating a few sufficiently miserable wounded is enough to scare away these timid green monsters.

But obviously, experience did not play any role here. These red-eyed goblins still rushed towards the elven ranger madly, even if they could not keep up with the ranger's speed, even if their ridiculous weapons could hardly penetrate the elves' armor, they still attacked relentlessly. Even if they were pierced by the sword, they would still rush forward, and even if they had no weapons, they would open their mouths wide and bite off a piece of meat from the enemy.

This terrifying and astonishing fighting spirit can appear in any race, but it should not appear in goblins. This reckless bravery is completely contrary to the nature of this creature.

The swordplay became faster and more brutal, and the goblin remains and blood splattered all around Eric. Such a hellish scene would surely terrify anyone who saw it, but none of the people in "hell" were timid or frightened by this horrible scene.

This is a fight of all might, and it will never stop unless one side is completely killed.

"It seems... it's almost over."

Feeling his strength gradually draining away, Eric had a calm expression. He did not feel too much fear about the impending death. Looking back on his once mediocre life, this might be a glorious way to die.

It is a pity that I cannot serve Master Aenarion.

Just as a 500-word scroll was about to flash before Eric's eyes, the elf ranger felt the pressure of the battle suddenly reduced a lot, whether it was an illusion or something else.

His eyes quickly captured the situation around him, and soon he found that four more swords had joined the battle.

That was the long sword that belonged to the Elf Ranger.

It's reinforcements.

With a relieved heart, there was no need for any extra words. With just a simple eye contact, the three rangers quickly gathered together, and their exquisite coordination like an iron barrel was displayed almost seamlessly.

Here, it seemed as if the three elves had disappeared, leaving only these six sharp swords. Each sword could make up for the deficiency of another sword, and each sword could fill the gap of another sword. These swords coordinated with each other so seamlessly, yet did not interfere with each other's sword momentum at all.

It was as if these six swords were being wielded by the same person.

rub!

It sounded like the chanting of a sword or blood spurting from an artery. In short, with the appearance of this sound, the battle was over.

The three elves stood back to back, the swords in their hands were covered in blood, and even the cloaks on their backs were soaked with blood.

Around them, the broken bodies of the goblins almost formed a perfect circle. All the goblins participating in the battle were killed here. Even so, these goblins still had creepy smiles on their faces.

"Oh huh..." A long breath followed by a pleasant voice, "What the hell is going on! Has the goblin suddenly become a different breed again?!"

Although his voice is nice, his words are coded in every sentence, which shows his poor quality.

Chapter 7: Mouth melon! It's the mouth of the psychic crazy woman!

Hearing these cruel curse words, Eric breathed a sigh of relief, and his originally uneasy heart calmed down.

"What the hell is going on! Eric, aren't our current enemies humans? Why did so many goblins suddenly appear?! And they are such weird goblins! Damn, I was scared!"

You look startled.

You looked like you were enjoying killing people just now...

Of course, the above complaints were only something he dared to think about in his mind, and Eric definitely didn't have the courage to say them out loud.

"I don't know what's going on. I've never seen this group of goblins before. If we have to say the most likely scenario, these abominable little monsters should have been lured here by the group of elven warriors from the Flower Valley Royal Court."

Following Eric's words, the three rangers turned their heads at the same time to look at the dozen or so unlucky people lying on the ground. The goblins' rusty arrows did not cause fatal injuries to them, but their appearance was made miserable enough by these vicious weapons.

"Fuck, these goblins don't plan to kill them. It looks like they want to capture them alive?"

The ranger captain walked towards the weak elves, cursing, with a look of contempt on his face that he did not hide at all.

"Fuck, can they be called warriors? Can they beat a goblin together? Can those skinny arms and legs hold a long sword? If I'm not mistaken, they learned swordsmanship from the trolls, right? They're good at playing with small branches, but there can't be trolls on the field when performing flower fencing, otherwise the trolls' exquisite swordsmanship will definitely overshadow the main event."

Simple bad breath, ultimate enjoyment.

No matter how the group of elves felt, Eric definitely felt refreshed. He hadn't felt so happy in the past few days.

"You...you vulgar fellow!"

The severely injured Fourth Princess originally wanted to save her energy, but she was so angry that she gritted her teeth and stretched her neck, determined to defend her noble dignity at all costs.

This unyielding behavior was as if the person who was scared to death by the goblin just now was someone else.

"I am the noble fourth princess of the Flower Valley Royal Court!"

Snapped!

The slap was so loud and crisp that it stunned the spoiled princess.

"The fourth princess? Isn't she the fourth in line to the throne? I thought she was something else! How can you get the throne? How many times a year can you see your dear mother? Can your status in your mother's eyes compare to her least popular male favorite?!"

First she suffered a physical blow, then she was mentally tortured. The fourth princess began to tremble all over.

But this pitiful behavior obviously could not win any sympathy from the ranger captain.

"Fuck you, if you dare to talk to me again, I will spread the news that you were toyed with by the goblins all over the forest! I will tie you and the goblins together and parade you around, letting all the elves appreciate your pathetic ugliness!"

The fourth princess trembled even more violently. In her eyes, the ranger was ten or even nine times more ferocious than the most terrifying goblin!

"No... No, you can't do this..."

The weaker attitude did not win any mercy. All the fourth princess received was the arrogant laughter of the ranger captain: "Absolutely, it's easy!"

Not far away, the two remaining rangers shuddered at the same time as they saw the captain laughing wildly like a perverted demon, and the dozen or so elves crawling at his feet and crying like sheep.

Seeing his captain brutally teaching that arrogant guy a lesson, Eric felt a little proud at first, but now he only felt scared.

Quite scared.

"Go back." Turning to look at his two comrades, the Ranger Captain's attitude was no longer as arrogant as before. It took only one second to seamlessly switch. "I roughly understand what happened. It's not a small incident. The adults have a clear reason to know about this incident."

Did you ask questions? Then everything became clear?

Eric looked at his captain strangely, but he didn't express his inner doubts. Because this girl's quality was really poor, there were not many people close to her, and there were some things that Eric couldn't say out loud.

After the three rangers led away all the ten or so unlucky guys, there was a sudden movement in the bushes that were originally empty. In a moment, the transparent air twisted like a torn rag, and an extremely small goblin crawled out from the gap in the space.

Eyes filled with malice and wisdom looked in the direction the rangers had left. After staring deeply for a moment, the goblin turned his head to look at the piles of corpses of his own kind.

"Elves, scary!"

"But the elves are not scary, they are very weak."

"It's the Phoenix Court, Lothern, that's right, it's scary, very scary."

"The weak ones, the ones that are easy to bully, and the ones that can be used as production tools are other elves. That's right, they are weak, very weak, and can be tamed very quickly."

"Notify the Overlord that the Phoenix Court cannot be touched. Not allowed to touch."

Lying down, the short goblin opened his mouth wide and began to swallow the corpses of his fellows frantically. After eating meat about three times his body size, the goblin stood up and crawled into the opened gap again.

The space twisted again, and soon the place returned to calm, as if nothing had happened, except for the corpses all over the ground.

………………

As night fell, the troops led by Aenarion were once again fully equipped. With excellent equipment, neat formations, strong bows and heavy arrows, and flashing swords, they were truly a mighty force.

Look up at the sky

, when the time reached the estimated time period, Aenarion waved his hand.

"set off!"

At the command, all the elves began to move. Although there were hundreds of them, their actions were smooth and seamless, without any delay or interference from each other, just like water slowly poured out of a cup, steady and smooth.

Although he had already grasped the enemy's whereabouts a day ago, Aenarion still collected as much intelligence as possible about the enemy. Only after he felt that everything was foolproof and had made many arrangements did Aenarion determine the time for the final attack.

Although Aenarion was a military fan and knew that fighting a war required "four fasts and one slow", i.e. "fast preparation, fast advance, fast expansion of results, fast pursuit, and slow general attack", it was his first time fighting a war and his first time leading so many people. Although he never showed it, he was still very nervous.

What's more, he also knew the news about that group of "weird" goblins... What's the difference between this and bad news out of a clear sky?

The plot is about to begin. The number of goblins is growing exponentially all the time. When they decide to attack, how can these salty elves in this forest stop them?

If you want to avoid being bullied, you can only rely on your own efforts and the power you have built yourself.

Chapter 8: The trash of the Zero World enjoys the care of the hardcore elves for the first time

In Vine Town, it was a cloudy night with a gentle breeze and all was quiet.

In order to completely surround this small gathering place of elves, the slave-catching team gathered nearly three hundred people here. Although this number is indeed a bit small for a siege, the slave-catching team itself has no intention of attacking the city.

"Brother, the scouts we sent out have lost contact again. Now we are like blind men. We are completely in the dark about what is happening only five kilometers away."

In the only tent of the slave-hunting team, three burly men were sitting in front of a campfire with sad looks on their faces.

The person who was speaking was a one-eyed, fleshy-faced guy, whose appearance perfectly fits all the stereotypes of the "brave but foolish" macho man, but he is obviously not that kind of character. For example, he is now constantly analyzing things to the other two people, while the other two guys who seem relatively smarter have a look of impatience on their faces.

"Since we have completely lost contact with the outside world, I suggest you stay here. We have relatively sufficient supplies. We are all well-off people, so there is no need to take risks sometimes."

"And the mission given by the Grand Duke is to trap as many elves as possible. Our own private work cannot affect the Grand Duke's plan."

As the one-eyed man spoke, he handed two bottles of wine to the two people in front of him. His tone and attitude were extremely sincere.

"This matter is of great importance. We should not take any risks. None of us can afford to ruin the Grand Duke's plan."

All I got in return for these words was disdain, from two faces.

The skinny guy of the two spoke, his voice was sharp and harsh, just like his dry face.

"Joseph, you've become less courageous as you get older. After you got married and had a baby, you've become less and less willing to fight with us. Have you made enough money? Is money something that can be made enough?!"

"I've been putting up with that piece of shit for a long time! Every time we work so hard to bring back the goods, we have to split the money 30% to 70% after selling them. We get 30% and he gets 70%! We pay him money and we have to thank him? My money!!!"