Real elves vs fake elves

Because of Aenarion, Nelos also focused his attention on this stone wall. Although this old lady was a rare elf without any artistic talent, she also discovered the amazing value of this stone wall.

"This……"

Before he could finish his words, Aenarion interrupted him.

"We are all maggots living in the wounds of God, sucking pus and blood."

The language used is the language of the Lightborn.

As Aenarion's voice fell, the stone wall suddenly changed dramatically. It suddenly burst into an astonishing brilliance, a brilliance so dazzling that the two people present turned their heads away and could not look directly at it.

The light was so dazzling that the entire wall gradually faded away until it disappeared completely.

All kinds of magic carry alarming light pollution, and culture and art are filled with a morbid worship of light. This door is completely different from the outermost gate, which is definitely the work of the Light Descendants.

Neroth glanced at Aenarion, then turned his head to look at the door that had disappeared without a trace.

"This is truly the work of the ancient Light Clan. The outermost building and the coffin just now..."

"Of course, they are used to suppress and seal bad things." Aenarion answered quite easily. "Although the Slann demons play the role of villains in many places, they are undoubtedly the example here that they would rather sacrifice themselves to seal the devil."

"You mean, we're releasing a demon?!"

"That's undoubtedly the case. Why, didn't you do your homework before coming here? You don't seem like the kind of person who would act impulsively on impulse."

Nellos narrowed his eyes slightly, hiding the dangerous light in them: "Of course I did my homework, and I thought I did a lot of homework, but I was misled."

From the moment I stepped into this forest...

“My preparation definitely went in the opposite direction.”

My preparations were completely useless, and if I hadn't had a local guide, I might have even gotten lost in the wilderness.

"That damn bitch."

I trusted her so much before and thought she was a rare trustworthy person among the Shen people.

Aenarion calmly held out his hand to stop her from continuing. "Well, I don't want to hear your story right now. All the actions that follow must be under my command. Is that okay with you?"

"Although I will listen to you on this matter, don't think that it is because your knowledge is more profound than mine. You should know that my knowledge is still as vast as the ocean!" Nelos raised his head high, trying hard to maintain his last stubbornness.

"Okay, okay, right, right." Aenarion said as he walked into the ruins first. "Don't be so nervous. Your legs will be a little tired. Fighting a boss at the end of the level will solve the problem."

"That thing is eager for someone to take it out."

Night attack; Group ⑥, ⑨④ Jiu San' ⑥ Yi Thirty Five Neros: "..."

A special riddle man!

It's really annoying to talk half way and hide the other half!

The key is that I can’t bring myself to ask!

So angry.

Just as Aenarion said, the buildings here were large in scale, but the structure was extremely simple. Even if it was the first time for someone to come here, they would not get lost after exploring the road. The various landmark buildings were simply the best road signs, so eye-catching that it would be difficult to deliberately die here.

Pointing at the magnificent building in the center of the building, Aenarion's expression became more serious.

"See that pyramid? The Slan Demon-style one. That's where we're going. What you want is hidden inside."

"I need to make something clear to you before you go in."

"Only I can touch that thing. You must not touch it, you must not touch it, you must not touch it."

"Important things should be said three times. Do you understand?"

Chapter 78: The Magnificent Ancient Dragon

The majestic pyramid is sacred and magnificent. Walking up the stairs step by step, it is as if an ancient Slann demon priest holding an obsidian dagger is about to begin a bloody sacrifice. History and modernity, fantasy and reality, the heavy feeling of fantasy reaches its peak at this moment, and the mystery is like a layer of mist that makes this ancient altar even more mysterious.

The two people stopped at the same time.

In front of them, a giant dragon's shrunken corpse blocked their way. The corpse was so huge that even though it had shrunk to the point of looking like a skeleton and no dragon scales were left, it still exuded a terrifying pressure and a majestic body that made people look up to it.

Nelos: "This should be... the corpse of a dragon?"

Aenarion stared at the majestic corpse in silence for a long while, and finally nodded. "Yes, it is obvious that this is the corpse of a dragon that died an unnatural death. For some reason, it voluntarily mummified itself and guarded it here."

"Because the color of its skin and scales can no longer be seen, and its wings have completely turned into bones, it is impossible to determine the nature of this dragon."

So saying, Aenarion drew his sword and stood on full alert.

"Ready to fight."

As soon as the words fell, the corpse dragon suddenly opened its eyes, and the dark blue flame instantly filled its shrunken eye sockets. As it awakened, starting from the braziers on both sides of the top of the pyramid steps, like a burning fuse, the dark blue flames ignited in the braziers from top to bottom. In just a few seconds, the braziers on both sides of the high steps of the pyramid were all ignited. Under the dark blue light, this long step seemed like a dark passage leading to the underworld.

And now there are only two people standing on this passage, one is Aenarion and the other is Neroth.

"Mul (strength) Qah (armor) Diiv (dragon)!"

The power that could shake the world suddenly exploded, and terrifying energy surged out. The corpse dragon's body began to shine with amazing brilliance, as if an illusory armor was draped over it, making it seem as if it had regained its flesh and dragon scales. With a terrifying movement that seemed to be able to collapse buildings, the corpse dragon slowly stood up and opened its mouth.

Only a few dried dragon wings were left.

This is the dragon!

Even if it is dead, even if its body is as dry as a stick, it still possesses the most powerful power in the world!

Dragons are natural rulers.

The dragon is the symbol of power!

After a silent roar, the corpse dragon lowered its head and glanced at Nelos with its dry eyes.

"Elf, leave, or I will kill you!"

Then the corpse looked at Aenarion.

"…What do you want?"

Aenarion, Nelos: "..."

Although we can't see the dragon's expression because it has been mummified, we can guess that the dragon's expression must be very respectful or even flattering!

What a double standard!

This attitude twisted 180 degrees, even the neck is about to be twisted off!

Aenarion: "We must go in and retrieve the Dragonheart Staff."

All communication was left to the Warrior King, and Nelos kept silent. In fact, after the corpse dragon woke up, a terrifying magic suction range was generated around its body. In order to protect the magic power in her body from being sucked away and to compete for the magic power in the surrounding environment, she can now only maintain about 20% of her peak combat effectiveness.

Neroth finally understood why Aenarion had said to fight in a "low magic tide" environment.

It would be best if Aenarion could successfully persuade the corpse dragon to avoid the ensuing battle.

On the other hand, the problem of losing face...

It’s really so annoying!

It’s really annoying to be confronted with double standards!

It's really hard to accept!

The terrifying voice of the corpse dragon sounded again. Because it had lost its vocal organs, the sound was produced by magical vibrations. It was ethereal and terrifying, and it matched its current physical condition very well.

"This... that dragon has a demon sealed inside its heart..."

Aenarion: "I know. Look again. Do I seem to have any magic in me?"

Corpse Dragon: "Yes, there is no magic power in your body, so there is no problem for you to hold the staff, but..."

The corpse dragon said this and turned to look at Nelos. Because there was no flesh, it was impossible to tell what his expression was, but it was definitely not a good one.

"She won't touch it." Aenarion said, trying to dispel the other party's doubts. "Our ultimate goal this time is to destroy the demon. You can trust us completely."

The corpse dragon was silent for a moment again, then lowered its shriveled head.

"As you wish, my lord."

As he finished speaking, all the smoothness on his body faded away, and his body, which had been standing tall and proud, fell down like a domino, stirring up a large amount of dust. In the braziers on both sides of the high steps, the dark blue flames were all extinguished at the same time, and the place became dead silent again, as dead silent as a grave.

The broken stairs, the shriveled dragon corpse, the dim light, everything returned to normal, as if the drastic changes just now were just an illusion, the dream was awakened, and everything was back to normal.

"May your noble soul return to heaven and earth."

Aenarion sang this in an aria-like manner, and formed a sacred gesture with his hands. As he moved, the dragon corpse emitted dots of fluorescence, like a large group of fireflies gathered together, and now this group of "fireflies" began to fly away in all directions.

As it is said, noble souls will return to heaven and earth.

It’s just like the special code for salvation.

"Let's go."

With that, it was Aenarion's turn to take the lead.

He originally thought that he would have to go through a boss battle, but probably because of his status, he was spared this boss battle. Moreover, the corpse dragon's trust in him was beyond his expectations. It was just a simple promise, and it was relieved.

Normally, wouldn't those noble souls dissipate in relief after defeating the big boss? How could this happen earlier? It was as if Aenarion had promised, so this thing would definitely be accomplished.

Going around the dragon corpse, the two continued forward. The highest point of the pyramid was only one step away from them. The huge altar and the reliefs on the walls surrounding it were clearly visible.

Suddenly, Nellos spoke up: "Your step-by-step calculations make me very unhappy."

"Every move I make seems to be within your plan. Everything that happens here is going as you wish."

Aenarion paused, listening to the woman speaking as if to herself.

The main thing is that the straight man doesn’t know what to say now.

He didn't quite understand the other person's psychological state.

Nellos: "But it doesn't matter. You never lied to me from the beginning to the end. The so-called Dragon Heart Staff now seems to be a trap. Someone wants me to step into this trap. No matter what she wants to do, I am very unhappy."

“Very unhappy.”

"What I hate most is cheating!"

Seeing that the other party stopped talking, Aenarion turned his head to look at the altar on the top.

"Are you done complaining? If you are, then continue to cooperate with me."

"Getting the Dragon Heart Staff is just the beginning. The real big event will not happen in this abandoned altar."

Chapter 79 Please find the elves in the picture below

The Holy Griffin Empire is a huge human kingdom ruled by several electors.

The authority of the emperor is actually not much greater than that of a single elector. Only when facing war does the emperor have the absolute right to order the various provinces of the empire to unify their armaments and launch external conquests.

In other words, the human empire is usually very scattered.

There are three human provinces close to the Elf Forest. The two provinces controlled by the Falcon Family are not too enthusiastic about capturing elven slaves because of their fertile land, convenient transportation, and developed trade. It can only be said that they are average. It is good to have them, but it doesn’t matter much if they don’t.

But the other province is different. The province of the Wolfhound family is mostly mountainous and therefore extremely barren. Because of the mountains, the transportation is so poor that even the tough guys cry. In addition, in the past era of the Light Clan, the elves' external attacking teams always passed through their place, resulting in the Wolfhound family and the elves being completely feuding.

With the combination of the two, the Wolfhound family was very enthusiastic about the work of the slave-hunting team. They provided the slave-hunting team with whatever they wanted, including "retired" veterans and "retired" equipment. The Wolfhound cubs were just about to roll up their sleeves and join the fight themselves.

With such strong support, the staggering profits brought by slave hunting allowed the Wolfhound cubs to finally live like aristocrats. The family's network of contacts also gradually expanded because of various precious "gifts", and the family's business was thriving. In the eyes of others, they were completely "new riches" instead of the poor family in the countryside.

And all of this seems to be based on the wolfhound family's "hatred" of elves.

But does "hatred" really still exist?

Nearly a thousand years have passed since the first brave hero Sigma slaughtered the elves indiscriminately. To the Wolfhound family born now, the once magnificent elven kingdom is nothing but an ancient legend. Only when listening to the story will they know that their ancestors were beaten so badly. The ancient hatred has gradually been diluted by the distant history. Combined with the weak appearance of modern elves, it even gives the young people of the Wolfhound family an absurd sense of unreality.

For the current Wolfhound family, capturing slaves is not to wash away hatred, but purely to maintain their affluent life.

Since it is for a good life, then no matter how absurd the things that happen, it can be considered normal.

In a magnificent castle filled with the atmosphere of nouveau riche, an incredibly fat man was exerting force on a poor woman. Beside him were women lying on the ground, and they all looked severely tortured.

In this decadent and even somewhat disgusting place, a dark-skinned elf wizard in a magician's suit was watching all this with a smile on her face. She took a sip of green tea from time to time, as if she thought the scene in front of her was quite appetizing.

"Nonsense..."

He simply threw the woman under him five meters away. The poor woman hit the wall with a "bang" and became motionless. At this time, the fat man turned around and looked at the black-skinned elf. There was no lust in his eyes, but rather a ruthless look.

“You said you can solve my curse?!” The fat man stood up and walked towards the woman of the Dark Clan. His huge feet stepped on the floor, making a squeaking sound. It seemed that even this luxurious building could not bear his terrifying weight. “You’d better tell the truth, or I will eat your soup!”

"How could I dare to deceive a warrior like you?" The woman looked at the giant with a smile, "Besides, you have also received the news from Lothern, right?"

"This damn group of Moon Clan members not only organized a large number of border patrols to obstruct your slave raiding team, but sometimes they even took the initiative to enter your territory to rob slaves. How could a distinguished figure like you tolerate such an insult?"

"They are not killing your people, they are slapping you in the face!"

After hearing these words, most other nobles would have been so angry that veins would have popped out, but the expression of this Wolfhound Grand Duke did not change at all, and he was still as crazy as a sadistic tyrant.