Real elves vs fake elves

"Okay, the door is open."

As Nelos spoke, the dull sound of mechanisms and gears meshing rang out. As the ancient machines operated, the magnificent building from hundreds of years ago gradually revealed its true secrets.

After several minutes, the magnificent gate opened wide, revealing its inner structure. Although it was certain that no one had visited this building for hundreds of years, it was still clean and tidy as if someone was maintaining it all the time.

Stepping into the building, the loud footsteps echoed in the empty hall. The surrounding lights illuminated every corner of the place, and it seemed as if there was no trace of haze.

The two men looked up and around. Aenarion was a little curious about the scene here. After all, it was different from the scarce visuals in the game. To truly see the existence of the setting in reality gave people a magnificent and suffocating feeling.

"No." Suddenly, Nellos spoke.

She frowned, as if she had encountered some problem, and there was even a hint of confusion in her eyes as she looked around.

"This is not a building that the Lightborn can build."

"I have been fighting against the Light Clan and the Deep Clan for so many years. If they were really able to create such a miracle, how could they be beaten to the point of near extinction by a mere human?!"

That wasn't just any "human", that was Sigma. Although he looked like a barbarian, he was a barbarian who could overturn a city with a dragon roar...

Without saying this, Aenarion directly answered the other party's doubts.

"They are indeed descendants of light, but not from this era."

"Besides, the architectural styles of the two are different. In addition to the morbid pursuit of light, the cultural gap between the two sides is actually very large."

"There are many signs of renovation here. Take a closer look."

As a result, these simple words were met with a disdainful expression from Nellos.

"I'm not one of you who is blindly obsessed with artistic styles, philosophical ideas, and the like. How can these things be compared to magical knowledge?"

There was a lot of disdain in her words, which showed that before this aunt became powerful, she must have been bullied by many fake sisters using liberal arts stuff.

And the run seems to be quite severe.

"Okay, now that you know this, there's no need to comment on who built this place. I won't ask you what you want to get here. Anyway, the danger here is not very high. If we work together, there won't be any big problems in solving this problem."

"Okay, you first or me?"

Nellos raised his head proudly.

"I go first!"

Maybe it was because Aenarion had been leading the way outside before, which made her feel dissatisfied. Anyway, she decided to save some face here.

Isn't the purpose of an elf's life to look good? Not letting her show off is more painful than killing her!

Chapter 76: The Elf Master Wins Over Shi Lan After All

Inside the magnificent ancient building, Nellos led the way, with his head held high and his chest puffed out with confidence. In fact, he was extremely unsure, casting a detection spell every half a second, fearing that there would be even the slightest problem.

Following behind him, Aenarion looked around like a tourist, and from time to time he took out a pen and paper to sketch something.

The intention behind developing this place is obvious.

It is not only a relic of the Guangyi, but also a relic of the ancient Guangyi. If we don't occupy and develop this place, it will be more than a waste.

It's just a waste!

Suddenly, Nero stopped and looked at the things in front of him with a serious expression.

It was a huge coffin, with a giant sculpture that looked like a stone sculpture standing on each side.

The size of the coffin is about three meters, and the giant sculpture is even larger, with a height of nearly four meters.

Behind the three giant antiquities is a wall engraved with various reliefs. The carving craftsmanship is so lifelike that even if we ignore the content on it, it demonstrates a very high level of artistic attainments.

Such a complex, time-consuming yet beautiful work is obviously created by the Light Elves.

But the three antiques in front of this wall have completely different styles, and it can even be said that they are incompatible with the surrounding environment.

"There is no way..." Nelos frowned and looked around, "But I feel something is wrong."

Aenarion looked calm when he heard this, as if he had already anticipated what was happening.

"There's definitely something wrong. It's obvious just by comparing the size of the outside and the inside. How could a mountain-like tree have such a small space inside?"

"Given the size comparison, we should have just finished walking the porch."

Nellos snorted, "My magic tells me there is no way out here. Do you know how stupid it is to question the words of a thousand-year-old magician?"

"It is because I know the value of the Millennium Mage that I said those words to you just now."

So saying, Aenarion walked to the coffin and laid his hand upon it.

"How do you know that you are the only Millennium Mage here?"

Aenarion had just finished speaking when a surging magic storm like a tsunami surged outward with Nelos as its center. The quality and quantity of this magic storm were already astonishing. If an ignorant person stood here, he would even think that a thick fog suddenly surged out with Nelos as its center.

Aenarion was the man who knew nothing. In front of him, the place was suddenly covered by thick fog, but this strange fog did not affect visibility at all.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? I knew there was something wrong with this coffin!"

It was obvious that Nelos was very angry. A woman who paid so much attention to her image even swore at me.

Then, as soon as the sister finished speaking, the surging and powerful magic energy was sucked away by a certain place like a whirlpool. The experience of a thousand-year-old magician immediately made Neros stop using magic bursts and cut off the connection with the magic released before the burst.

There was nothing wrong with this timely stop-loss move, because the burst of magic power was almost completely sucked up in an instant.

The thing that absorbed this magic power was the three-meter-high giant coffin in front of Aenarion.

Turning around, the King of the Phoenix Court looked at Nellos in confusion. His expression showed the tough man's confusion.

"Don't you like to be told what's going on? And as a Millennium Mage, don't you have any experience in dealing with Slan Demons?!"

Nellos's face flushed red, and she didn't know whether it was because of Aenarion's pressure or because the previous method really made her feel dizzy.

In short, his face was red.

Aenarion did not continue to push forward, because when the coffin completely absorbed the magic power that burst out, it immediately began to mutate.

But the first thing to change was not the giant coffin, but the two nearly four-meter-high stone sculptures next to the coffin.

Those were certainly not stone sculptures, but dormant carbon-based robots. After receiving energy replenishment from their masters, they woke up again after hundreds of years.

boom! ! !

The terrifying halberd suddenly came down on his head, and Aenarion stepped into the blade with his bare hands at the same time, firmly blocking the blow with amazing power.

But just because Aenarion could withstand this terrifying attack didn't mean the ground could. With a "bang", a terrifying crack instantly spread out over a range of seven or eight meters, with Aenarion as the center. Even Aenarion's calves were smashed into the ground.

Almost instantly, another huge sword slashed towards Aenarion in half, with such force and strength that it seemed as if even the air was being cut apart under this terrifying attack.

boom! ! !

Such a terrifying attack fell into vain. The two terrifying giant weapons that were not capable of being used by humans smashed heavily on the ground. The originally smooth marble floor instantly cracked densely into a spider web-like shape.

Both giant stone statues looked at Aenarion at the same time.

No, this is not a stone statue at all. It is the close bodyguard of Slan Demon, called "Temple Guardian".

Just when the two temple guards were about to take action, Nelos finally made his move.

He pointed at the two giant monsters with one hand. With such a simple action, the two mighty and powerful monsters that seemed invincible were all stunned, and then they collapsed as a whole in an instant, like fine sand quickly spreading out from the tall and mighty whole.

Similarly, the coffin quickly turned into a layer of fine sand, and the contents inside were directly displayed in front of the two people.

"Your secret technique of cracking directly broke at least two thousand gold shields."

Expensive and luxurious wood, large areas of gold decoration, and various precious gemstones

Even if we ignore the artistic value and magical runes, the "two thousand gold shields" mentioned by Aenarion is an understatement in terms of cost.

"As a king, do you still care about this little money?"

Nellos retorted.

Although the two men seemed to be arguing, their eyes never left the things in the coffin.

This is a thick arm, which obviously does not belong to any known creature in this world. Its bloated shape makes it look like some kind of amphibian.

Slan Demon.

This thing is like a giant humanoid upright toad, with a strong and terrifying body and terrifying magical attainments that even the Light People are dumbfounded by.

Ever since these creatures from another world came to this world, countless deep and far-reaching consciousnesses have begun to pay attention here.

Along with these gazes come all sorts of horrific supernatural disasters.

Just as the dragon said...

Those who defy heaven and usurp fate will fall into the galaxy!

Chapter 77 Opening the Real Door

Under the gaze of the two people, the huge and strong arm moved.

It was like an outstretched hand, with a finger extending from this arm pointing at the two of them.

Seeing this, Nelos did not dare to be negligent and also stretched out a finger to confront it.

Snapped.

The finger that the one-arm stretched out turned into powder in an instant and disintegrated instantly like fine sand.

In comparison, Nelos's situation seemed much more miserable, and his entire arm was twisted into a knot in an instant.

Appearances often do not represent reality. In this round, although Nelos seemed to be at a disadvantage, he actually had the upper hand.

But what she was facing was ultimately just an arm of Slanmo.

Blocking out the terrifying pain that was about to come, Nelos looked at Aenarion, and before he could utter the words "Do something!", the warrior king moved.

The extreme speed brought a sense of visual deception. With this movement, Aenarion seemed to disappear directly on the spot.

When he appeared again, he had already appeared behind the giant arm without knowing when.

warehouse!

This is the sound of a sword being sheathed.

Along with the sound, the sturdy arm began to break apart, and pieces of flesh that seemed to be equal in size slowly slid off the whole body, as if the arm had no time to react and had been cut into pieces.

pat pat pat.

As pieces of meat fell to the ground, the last piece of meat floating in the air also fell to the ground.

Click!

Almost at the same time, a large number of sword marks suddenly appeared on the floor and walls around Aenarion, the kind that directly scraped off four or five layers of skin on the wall. The originally smooth and clean wall instantly became bumpy, and even the unknown material inside was exposed.

Turning his head and looking at Neroth, Aenarion's expression was as calm as a fuck.

"He can certainly deflect 99 percent of my attacks, but there is still that one percent that he cannot block."

"My attack speed successfully exceeded the threshold of his shield deflection, and then I slashed a few times at random."

Nellos: "...showing off."

I need you to explain!

Is that reasonable? Is that reasonable? Is that reasonable?

Aenarion turned his head to look at Nairosi's twisted arm.

"Is it okay? Your bones are all popping out."

Nelos sneered when he heard this, and without seeing her move, a bright green light covered her arm, and then this originally miserable part of the body began to recover at an astonishing speed.

In just a few seconds, the arm recovered and was as intact as if it had never suffered any injury.

"I can place magic precisely on a certain part of the body, accurate to the millimeter, so my magic will not be wasted when healing injuries."

"It can be said that my attainments in life magic are unmatched!"

Aenarion clapped his hands. "Great!"

Neros: “…”

Why don’t I feel a bit happy when being praised by this guy!

It was like punching cotton, showing off wealth to a dog, and Nelos felt uncomfortable.

Ignoring Neroth who was constipated, Aenarion turned to look at the stone wall with exaggerated relief carvings and began to observe it carefully.

The attack just now caused such damage that neither the arcane cracking of Slanmo's coffin nor Aenarion's fierce sword attack caused any harm to the relief stone wall.

A creation of the ancient Light Clan, or to be more precise, this is the real gate of this relic.