Real elves vs fake elves

Follow the example of ancient emperors and conduct grand pilgrimages.

For the elves today, this is basically a dream. Not to mention the dangerous creatures in the forest, even the forest itself is not something the elves today can handle.

So the barbaric tyranny is fake? !

But the Queen of Flower Valley said so, so confidently and as if everything was under control.

The deeper they thought about it, the more ugly the faces of all the kings looked.

"This round of the regular meeting ends here." The Flower Valley Queen smiled meaningfully and said, "I wish you all a good dream tonight."

Ignoring the group of kings who were gradually losing their temper, the Flower Valley Queen clapped her hands, and the magical images of the kings disappeared at the same time.

In an instant, the Queen of Flower Valley was the only one left in the hall, making the place suddenly seem empty.

Slowly leaning back on the chair, the Flower Valley Queen stared at the ceiling with lifeless eyes. After a while, the woman finally spoke.

"Is everything I did...really right?"

"The price I paid... the price the elves paid..."

"No... that's right, it won't be wrong, I won't be wrong!"

"I have ruled the elves for five or six hundred years. When did I miss it?!"

"Even if I did something wrong, it was a good wrong, a right wrong!"

Gripping the armrest tightly, the queen's expression turned fierce: "I am the true king of all elves!"

"I am supposed to be the true king of all elves!"

A thriving ambition surges out from the depths of his heart, and strong desires grow wildly in different ways.

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In the territory of the Grand Duke of Wolfhound, an army of 6000 men officially set out towards the Forest of Elves. This army was composed of 1000 slave soldiers, 2000 slave raiders, mercenaries and more than conscripts from various places. Such a large number of troops was a large-scale deployment that was rarely deployed by the Wolfhound family.

The army was led by a woman of Deep descent, who was said to be the chief wizard and aide of Grand Duke Orlando. Because of her status, many guys who wanted to get rich overnight or take a risk joined the largest looting team in history.

Gangsters, fugitives, hooligans... these scumbags are the main composition of the conscripts. Under the whips and sticks of the instructors, they barely look like soldiers, but it still cannot change the fact that these bastards are scum.

"What a lunatic, he rushed in even though he knew it was a trap." Archduke Orlando was standing at this time, with several attendants beside him stepping on the ladder to help him put on a special ceremonial suit. Such a grand attire was naturally because he was going to meet a very important person to him.

"But she gave the money and recruited the

If there were so many scumbags, the security in my territory would be much better!"

"Damn it, let my knights follow behind. If that idiot really fails, we should save him if we can!"

"Do what you can. If you really can't save him, forget it! That idiot deserves to die!"

Chapter 82 The War Is About to Begin

When a large army is on the march, especially a huge army of more than 10,000 people, once it is in action, it consumes an astonishing amount of resources every moment. War is a veritable gold-devouring beast, and a lot of people are jealous of the gold that this beast has swallowed. Night attack; group ⑥, 九四九③'六①三⑤.

The 20,000-strong army of the Dark Elves was advancing slowly like a worm. There was no such thing as discipline in this army. Even the slave raiders and mercenaries had some military discipline, so how could those slave soldiers and conscripts possess these qualities?

In addition, there was no qualified commander. During the march, which seemed "simple" to many people, the group of people kept interfering with each other. It was common for no one to pass through one passage while a crowd of people crowded through another. There were even cases where two groups of people bumped into each other and started a fight, making the already shockingly slow marching speed even uglier.

The female elf of the Dark Race looked at this messy team, her face so gloomy that water seemed to be dripping out of it.

There are always some people who are inexplicably confident and think that marching is a very simple thing. As a result, they even make a mess of commanding children's spring outing. Obviously, the female elf in front of them is such a person. She is a big talker after all.

Archduke Orlando obviously knew what kind of person this girl was, so he didn't have any expectations for her big moves and basically still believed that this guy would fail.

His cold eyes looked towards the rear of the army, where the traveling merchants were lagging behind. From the perspective of marching alone, they were actually much better than this army.

Itinerant merchants and fungicides were two indispensable things for modern armies. In the vast, hot and sunny European continent, only Miss Jeanne could drive away these two creatures. Even Napoleon could do nothing about them.

Whether the dark-born female elf can compare to Miss Jeanna remains to be verified, but she is definitely not someone who can drive away the peddlers and fungicides. She simply does not have the ability or reputation to do so.

"Miss……"

The exchange of words attracted the attention of the Deep-Ethnic woman.

Turning around, the person who spoke was a skinny lizardman with an iron collar tied around his slender neck, his identity as a slave was obvious.

Apparently this is a fake lizard man.

The real lizardmen are either the eldest sons of gods with unparalleled courage, or the ancient royal family full of aristocratic style, or the ancient survivors trapped underground who want to ascend to godhood, or the tail of your spear who wants to polish it...

This creature, which is likely to be killed by the spirit lizards, calls itself a lizardman, which is really not giving face to the many lizardmen mentioned above.

Glancing coldly at the lizardman, the Deep Race woman said calmly, "What's wrong?"

Lizardman: "Those gnolls thought they should have better food rations when they went out to fight. They've had enough of those insects."

"These people are rare crossbowmen. Even compared with human crossbowmen, they are only slightly inferior. If they refuse to shoot arrows in a real battle, it will be very troublesome."

The Shenyi woman gritted her teeth and said, "Then give it to them! Give them the jerky! You greedy bastards!"

After receiving the order, the Lizardmen went down excitedly. Putting aside the fact that people would die in the war, they still enjoyed fighting.

Not only will you not have to do hard labor, but the food will also be much better.

Even if a fight really breaks out, it doesn't matter. Fire a round of arrows before the battle, which can be regarded as justifying the few pieces of deadly dried meat given by the wizard.

Just like that, not long after this army left the human gathering place, almost all the elves far away in the Elf Forest felt the movement.

However, since the target of this huge army's attack was the Phoenix Royal Court's current territory, the forces of other royal courts all did not make any comments and were almost all happy to see it happen.

Whether it's humans beating up elves, or elves beating up humans, or both sides suffering losses, it's what they're happy to see.

I don't know when it started, but all the elves began to assume that it was impossible for the elves to defeat humans in a direct battlefield using normal means.

The huge army, strict discipline, excellent armor, terrifying war machines, everything is beyond the ability of mere elves to resist. The glory of the elves has long been a thing of the past, and now the true masters of this world are humans.

"This is your apprentice."

Aenarion glanced casually at the portrait the ranger had brought him.

Black skin, white hair, red eyes.

The same geeky ecstatic look as Nellos is worthy of being a classic image in the game. Just standing there looks quite seductive.

"Ivy... yes, it's her. I have taught her for fifty years, but I never thought she would do such a thing!" Nalos gritted his teeth and was obviously very angry. "I trusted her so much! You have to hand her over to me after this! I will torture this bitch severely!"

Aenarion: "You had little chance to torture her."

The Phoenix King refused outright and refused to give in at all.

"Also, the way you Shen Clan raise apprentices is bound to lead to betrayal. You use apprentices as test subjects, and do all kinds of cruel things.

With such insane human experiments and a survival rate of less than 10%, I don't know why the magic heritage of you Deepborns has not been broken yet."

Nellos pretended not to hear it, since he wasn't scolding her anyway.

"Twenty thousand people, that's a staggering number. If we let this mob go deep into the Elf Forest, we will suffer staggering losses anyway."

"I cannot allow the flames of war to burn on my homeland, at least not all of them."

Aenarion did not want to fight a siege; what he wanted most was to defeat this mob in a fair fight.

It would be best if he could deter those bastards who attempted to continue their slave-harvesting activities in one fell swoop. The goblin frenzy would come at any time, and he didn't want to be left alone.

Even he couldn't do the work of two people by himself.

Turning his head, he looked at Terry. Now she was the only one accompanying him. Others who were slightly capable were burdened with heavy work. Terry naturally had her own work, but her efficiency in completing the work was far beyond the reach of others.

"Now, gather all the standing troops in Lothern. We will head to the Lava Pass. We don't need to defend the city. We will take the initiative to attack and defeat the enemy in a field battle!"

Tai Li nodded, but added: "Don't you need to mobilize the people? As long as you give the order, you will immediately have 20,000 warriors who are good at fighting! All your people are looking forward to offering their loyalty to you!"

"They will all be so proud to have fought for you!"

Aenarion: "No, this war may be beyond the expectations of all of us."

In one sentence, Nellos beside Aenarion made a "tsk" sound, looking puzzled, and didn't know what this girl meant.

Chapter 83 The Great Conspiracy Is About to Begin

Following the order issued by Aenarion, more than a thousand elven soldiers were quickly mobilized.

The Phoenix Court prepared for war very quickly, and the speed at which that mob marched was so sparse that the Phoenix Court had surprisingly ample time to prepare.

But no matter how much time there is, there will always be a time when it comes to an end. As the saying goes, there is a collision of lightning and fire, and at some point in time, the two groups of people collided slightly.

The result is self-evident, when a stone hits an egg, one side is smashed to pieces.

Before the two armies confronted each other, the first to collide would naturally be the reconnaissance troops sent out by both sides.

Of course, the above is the understanding of the elves of the Phoenix Court.

Those humans are really just unlucky people who take on some private jobs to earn some pocket money...

In front of Ivy, several humans gathered in a circle, trembling, their lips pale and their eyes looking around in horror.

When these people saw Ivy coming over, several of them screamed in fear.

A sleeping spell was thrown over, and except for the guy who managed to stay calm, the rest of the poor guys fainted instantly.

"Stop talking about trees shooting arrows! I need to know what you found!"

Ivy stated his needs directly. He had enough of these cowardly bastards.

Wasn't it just that they got lost and trapped in the woods for three days and three nights, and then their companions were killed one by one in front of everyone without any ability to resist from attacks that came from nowhere?

Tell me what the big deal is!

Aren't you still alive?

Finally, the survivor began to speak some "rational" words.

Among so many slave raiders who were driven crazy by the elves, he was the only one who could remain sane after days of torture.

"It's an elf."

"It's the elves of the Phoenix Court."

"Their fighting power is very strong. Even the five of us brothers may not be able to defeat an Elf Ranger."

Ivy frowned upon hearing this.

To her these words were still excuses.

Doesn't she know the fighting power of the elves? !

And as for the Phoenix Court, when she left the Elf Forest in pursuit of power fifty years ago, she had never heard of this force. It was likely that these humans did not understand and confused something, so they mentioned this inexplicable elven force.

"Take them away and use whips and cold water to sober them up."

Following Ivy's cold speech, the group of people were taken away by several lizardmen with expressionless faces.

Except for the several thousand slave soldiers composed of lizardmen and gnolls under her command, the relationship between the others and the mage Ivy should be more accurately described as an employment relationship. There is no loyalty between the two parties. Whether they are mercenaries or conscripts, they all come for money.

In order to motivate this group of bastards, she had spent tens of thousands of gold shields, which was extremely generous even among humans. But what Ivy didn't expect was that the more money she used to motivate these scum, the more they would slack off. The more money she spent, the more they slack off.

During this period of time, the army's marching speed was even slower than at the beginning, and it was even common for conscripted soldiers to desert after receiving the money.

Leading such a large group of people made Ivy feel much more painful and torturous than calculating obscure magic formulas.

"Damn it, we haven't even reached the edge of the Elf Forest yet!"

This astonishing number of troops

We are in a forest, but the forest in front of us is obviously not the elf forest. It is still quite a distance away from the border of the elf forest, and it is just touching the edge of the lava pass.

Lava Pass is just a pass in name. There is no steep terrain here, nor any natural barriers to rely on. There is only the flame that can never be extinguished.

In the dying battle of the Light Race, the remaining Light Race led 20 slave soldiers to fight against Sigma and his 3000 barbarian warriors here, hoping to achieve a great reversal.

Then Sigma used Yol (fire) Toor (purgatory) and Shul (sun) to directly burn the 200,000 pieces into a very cooked state, just like the Xuanyuan Sword.

Of course, Sigma's shout also caused some side effects, which was the never-extinguished flames in the Lava Pass.

After all, this is the power of the dragon's roar, the direct embodiment of the world's truth, and it cannot be extinguished by just anything.

The never-extinguished flames were visible as far as the eye could see. This horrific scene, like hell, actually calmed Ivy's originally anxious heart a little.

With a slight wave of his fingers, without any unnecessary movements, the vigorous magical energy began to operate autonomously.

Not long after, a demon appeared out of nowhere in front of Ivy. This evil little monster looked quite similar to a goblin, but it was red all over and had horns and wings. It looked much more powerful than an ordinary goblin.

Although its ecological niche in the demon world is not much different from that of the goblin.

Ivy threw a small bead directly to the inferior demon and suddenly smiled.

"Tell my teacher this: I wonder if you are satisfied with my gift. I was deeply concerned when I felt your already terrifying energy vessel drained."