Real elves vs fake elves

The thin man gritted his teeth more and more as he spoke, and the last sentence was even roared out in a muffled voice.

"How can I survive without taking private jobs? Not everyone wants to live a miserable civilian life like you. I want to live the life of a noble! I want to live in a castle and enjoy the same life as a noble lord!"

Joseph remained silent, and there was even a hint of guilt on his face.

The other fat man among the two spoke up. His face full of fat always kept a smiling expression, which looked very funny, like he was a good-natured person who was cheerful all day long.

"I don't really care about money, and I don't mind doing private work. According to the Grand Duke's intention, it's not impossible for me to stay here. As long as I am allowed to kill people every day, I won't get anything in return."

"But I can't stand the bullying from the elves. Three of my brothers died outside, and none of them came back. Now you want me to stand it? Haha, how can I stand it? I wish I could kill all the elves behind that damn wall right now."

What came out of his mouth were extremely cold murderous quotes, but his expression was still smiling and very honest. These two extreme contrasts existed in this fat man at the same time. This weird guy was really chilling.

"Old Joseph, don't waste your time. Just follow the rules. The three cadres vote, and the minority obeys the majority. This is how we have been doing all these years."

Old Joseph remained silent, then finally nodded.

"Okay, I support doing nothing."

The fat man and the thin man spoke at the same time: "I support the attack on Vine Town."

The fat man and the thin man have always been at odds with each other. One is a cruel murderer and the other is a slave hunter. This contradiction is obviously almost irreconcilable. Old Joseph can often gain control of the entire team by mediating.

But the mission this time was so special that two people who had never been able to cooperate in the past actually chose to cooperate.

"Okay, I

I agree to this attack plan, and the 86 brothers I brought with me will also cooperate with you in attacking the city."

Old Joseph sighed, and as he spoke he walked out of the tent, opened the heavy cloth curtain and looked outside. The bright moon in the sky was obscured by thick clouds, and the moonlight was so dim that it was almost invisible. The soldiers of the slave-hunting team slept on the ground, wrapped in thick blankets and lying on the grass, letting all kinds of insects crawl all over them.

"By the way, the weather tonight isn't very good." Old Joseph turned and looked at the two men, "Tell the brothers to have a good rest. I don't know if the weather tomorrow will be suitable for attacking the city."

The thin man sneered, and just when he was about to say something else, the guy's expression suddenly froze, and then he pointed in a certain direction in the air with an incredible look on his face.

"What...is that? A glowing bug? Is it too big?"

Upon hearing this, Old Joseph and the fat man turned their heads at the same time to look in the direction the thin man pointed. There, an unknown object was emitting a faint light and floating slowly in the air. It didn't seem to be moving very fast.

"That thing...seems to be floating towards us?"

Soon, the second and third spots of light appeared. The three bosses had no idea what they were and could only stare blankly as they slowly floated over their camp.

Although their instincts told them that the current situation was very bad, they had never encountered such a situation before and they had no idea what to do.

In an instant, without giving these humans any chance to think, three spots of light exploded in the air!

There was no loud explosion, nor any terrifying shock wave, but only a bright light, a light that was impossible to look at directly and so stimulating that it almost exploded the eyes!

Not far away, the light from three exploding flares directly illuminated the entire slave-hunting camp. In this night with almost no moonlight, such astonishing brightness became the best indicator. With the enemy in the light and ourselves in the dark, those poor humans became targets with no power to resist.

"Everyone, one minute rapid shooting!"

On the ball of shame, the Welshman’s most famous record is splashing water 12 times in one minute, and in this fantasy world, the well-trained elves can splash water even faster!

After all, in this damn idealistic world, muscles that have been trained for a long time are really stronger than steel!

100 elven archers drew their bows and put arrows on them in unison, and then began to shoot rapidly in batches. Drawing their bows and releasing arrows, drawing their bows and releasing arrows, the bowstrings vibrated in unison to form a strange tune, just like a poorly played lute, but this poor and unpleasant tune was a deadly melody. In the precise and efficient killing of the elves, human warriors fell in a pool of blood one after another. The killing efficiency of the rain of arrows was so high that it was chilling. Many slave hunters were hit by an arrow in the vitals and died directly.

This is a pure killing force without any impurities, a terrifying crushing machine that the elves of this world cannot cultivate no matter what.

Chapter 9: To Cheat! To Attack! A Human Comrade in His Sixties

"Retreat, retreat, retreat! Everyone hide behind the caravan! Form a circle with your shields! Hurry, hurry!!!"

In the camp, the human warriors who were attacked ran around frantically, not knowing what they were avoiding. The heavy rain of arrows took away lives one by one with incredible accuracy. Only the lucky ones who happened to hide behind the cover escaped. The rest of the slave hunters in the open area were almost wiped out.

Now Joseph and the thin man were yelling at the top of their lungs, but the chaotic environment made it impossible for them to effectively command their men. The fat man who had just said with a smile that he wanted to kill all the elves had been killed by an arrow that came from nowhere.

"Retreat to a high place, defend with spears and shields, hurry up!!!"

The orders from the two leaders were very clear, but the way they were expressed was a bit chaotic. Anyone who saw his subordinates being chopped up like vegetables would be furious.

At this time, the flares flashing above the slave-hunting camp had begun to dim gradually. The humans hiding behind the bunkers looked up at the sky with hope, watching the increasingly faint flashes of light. It seemed that darkness was about to envelop the entire place again.

Humanity has never longed for the arrival of darkness so much.

But many things often go against human will, especially when your opponent is well prepared. Premeditating victory on the enemy's mistakes will only lead to another failure.

Three more spots of light slowly floated to the air above the human camp. When the light from the original three flares had not yet completely disappeared, a dazzling light flashed above the humans' heads again.

"Is this ever going to end? I can't even see where the damn enemies are!"

Skinny's mentality has exploded. He is also a tough guy who has been on the edge of a knife for many years, but he has never felt so aggrieved as today. He didn't even see the enemy and most of his own people were dead. The only few remaining cats were probably too scared to continue fighting. Now he has a lot of anger and skills but nowhere to vent them. He can only roar and scream to vent his incompetence.

“It doesn’t matter who the hell is involved! Stand up! Stand up for me, ahhhhhh!”

The last roar was not an interjection, but an arrow that hit him accurately in the face. The heavy arrow, about one meter long, was like a small javelin.

When it's fired directly at close range, it's so powerful it's terrifying.

In the noisy environment, a guy who was screaming and yelling became an unlucky guy who stood out from the crowd. The shrill cry alone made him the most conspicuous target.

Three or two younger brothers tried frantically to rescue their boss, while old Joseph half-knelt aside and watched coldly. After so many years of experience, he was the best at judging fatal injuries. The thin man who was hit in the face by a heavy arrow was obviously not going to survive, and the fact that he was still able to curse and yell was just a last gasp.

"Hey……"

He let out a long sigh and turned to look at the other unlucky guys in the camp. They were desperately hiding behind the narrow shelters, crowding together madly just to get that insignificant living space. Behind a shelter that could only accommodate one person, there were often three or four people hiding, and even the corpses of some of their companions became their life-saving straw. Sometimes, when a shelter was penetrated by a heavy arrow, several unlucky guys behind the shelter would instantly become dead souls under the arrows.

My spirit has collapsed.

These brave men who had been fighting on the edge of swords for more than a decade had their morale completely collapsed before they even saw the enemy and the battle lasted no more than ten minutes.

"surrender!!!"

An old and deep voice suddenly resounded over the battlefield. The noisy environment could not cover up this powerful voice. Even a mile away, the loud voice hardly diminished at all.

The voice came from old Joseph. He had already foreseen that his group was doomed and it was only a matter of time before the whole army was wiped out. The enemy didn't need to fight at all. They only needed to proceed calmly and step by step to win the battle.

In his more than 30 years of combat career, old Joseph had never seen a battle with such a huge disparity between the two sides.

"Surrender! We give up resistance! We choose to surrender! Night attack; Group 6, 949③'⑥13⑤"

Following Old Joseph's words, the remaining human warriors shouted in unison. The leader's words awakened them, and the desire to live completely defeated the negligible dignity. With a loud shout, besides the sound of arrows breaking through the air, there was only the unified sound of surrender.

Gradually, without knowing when, the rain of arrows stopped. This seemed to be a signal, and the shouts of humans gradually stopped.

After a moment, a man's voice that sounded very great and righteous was heard.

"Leave the bunker! Drop your weapons!"

His tone was harsh and brooked no room for rebuttal. One could tell from the moment he spoke that he was the kind of bastard who had been in a high position for a long time and had the final say.

Following these harsh words, the remaining humans walked out of their shelters one by one and threw away their weapons. Their expressions were dejected and their heads drooped, with the word "defeated generals" clearly written on their faces.

Not far away, Aenarion watched all this with an expressionless face. This victory came not unexpectedly, but when he really saw the remnants of the enemy standing in front of him, he still felt a slight sense of unreality and relief.

Of course, it was only a slight trace. This unnecessary emotion only existed in Aenarion's mind for less than a moment before being washed away by other emotions.

"we won."

Aenarion whispered.

"I won."

This was the result of the first battle he experienced since coming to this world. Although it was not perfect in all aspects, he finally got the desired result, and the execution process was much smoother than he had imagined.

Taking a big step forward, Aenarion's figure pierced through the darkness and instantly became the focus of everyone present. His buff physique with holy light was like the brightest pearl in the darkness. The soft light radiating outward like waves could easily attract everyone's attention. He was so holy and noble that he was unparalleled.

Looking at Aenarion walking out of the darkness, this noble posture undoubtedly announced the victory of the elves. Although he said nothing, the morale of the elven warriors was still growing wildly!

Crazy increase!

Strong increase!

Explosion!

Now there is no team in the entire Elf Forest that can stop this elf army with such high morale!

Now even if Aenarion told them to shoot at the dragon, these elves would carry out this damn order without hesitation!

In contrast, in stark contrast to the elven warriors whose morale was soaring, the morale of the human warriors was extremely low. They had already suffered a tragic defeat, and after seeing the opponent's leader acting like a god, these humans no longer had any thought of resisting.

But here, there is clearly one person among humans who thinks differently from the others.

Old Joseph stared at Aenarion with his mouth wide open, his eyes full of disbelief. He seemed to be muttering to himself, but no sound came out.

Looking closely at the movement of his lips, it seems that what old Joseph wants to say is...

"Impossible, this is impossible..."

Chapter 10: The future boss character makes his debut

In the year 1999 of the Holy Light Calendar, this was the first time that the elves had defeated a human army in an organized manner since their comprehensive strategic retreat 200 years ago.

Although this so-called "army" was a slave-hunting team, most of the soldiers in the team were retired veterans from the human army. If we consider it as an equivalent replacement, it can be considered as a victory over humans, albeit somewhat indirectly.

The Lothern Elves of Aenarion and the Border Elves of the Vine Town completed the history

In a sexual meeting, the two groups of elves worked together to defeat the humans who far outnumbered themselves, and killed them indiscriminately!

One quacks, the other kills indiscriminately.

The formal meeting between the two groups of elves was on the next morning. After collecting the human captives, Aenarion ignored the other party's request for communication and chose to set up camp not far from Vine Town to rest. He only agreed to meet with the other party after most of the soldiers in the army had recovered their energy and spirits.

According to the elves' annoying temper, the etiquette required for a meeting between the two forces was too complicated to be a headache. Without hesitation, Aenarion threw the etiquette issues to Tyri, and chose to show up only at the final stage when the leaders of both sides met each other.

Aenarion's actions made other elves think that he was arrogant to a certain extent. He was truly an elf among elves, and the most arrogant among the arrogant.

Skipping over the complicated formalities, at noon, in the presence of two rows of carefully selected warriors, Aenarion and Lyanna's mother completed their historic meeting.

Although she bears the title of Lena's mother, the matriarch of the Blood Vine family actually does not look old at all. On the contrary, she is very beautiful, wears very exciting clothes, has a tall figure, and has a sexy front and back.

As the saying goes, small branches bear great fruits, either technology or hard work. But in this fantasy world without technology and hard work, the special code can only be said to be the awesome artist. After the two paper figures became 3D girls, they still make people linger, look around, and want to explore...

Especially the two big balls on this lady's chest. If it were in the real world, the size of the snowballs would have been hanging down to her belly button, but in this otaku's ecstatic world, they are so straight! Straight and soft at the same time! Soft and shaking at the same time! It makes people worry that if they do a little strenuous exercise, they will really fall off their faces!

It’s indeed a hardcore (beep——) game!

This body structure that made Newton so angry is so awesome!

"Greetings, Lord Aenarion. I have heard of your great name for a long time. I am glad to see you today. You are indeed a hero with a domineering manner."

The standard queen voice, with a flirtatious tone, makes people feel goosebumps, just like a feather scratching the flesh and bones, it makes people shiver from the inside out. Lena's mother, who was so angry that Newton was dying, took the initiative to extend her hand, and her peach blossom eyes were staring at Aenarion, which seemed to be flirting.

Such a gesture, such a top-notch milf, before crossing over, Aenarion would definitely be overwhelmed, and would be excited to pull the flag just by looking at it. But now he is a veteran and has seen a lot, he just looked at the other person calmly, and then stretched out his hand and shook hands with the other person without changing his expression, and he was so calm that he was almost dying.

"Baron Sofia, nice to meet you."

Then they stopped talking. What should and shouldn't be said had already been said by their subordinates. At this time, the two bosses stood together more to pose and define the nature of this incident.

Aenarion was so gloomy that he didn't want to talk at all, but that didn't mean Sofia didn't want to say a few words. She first looked Aenarion up and down curiously, then turned her head slightly to look at the men Aenarion brought with him.

Although the two groups of elves are of the same race, the contrast between them is huge, especially when the two groups are standing face to face. The difference in style is ridiculous.

Specifically, one side wears as much as it can wear, and the other side wears as much as it can wear. On one side, he wears the gangster excitement armor and uses the gangster excitement technique, and on the other side, he is well-equipped and wants to leave only two eyes exposed, and his whole body is almost wrapped up tightly.

"Although I've been to Lothern before, I didn't expect that the clothing style would change so much in just a few decades."

Sophia said with a smile, implying that everyone used to wear very little cloth, so why did you suddenly wrap yourself up so tightly?

Aenarion was too lazy to answer this question. What he meant was that our men were wearing too many clothes.

But how much are they wearing?

If you throw that outfit on your pubic area, you can directly put it in an 18+ store and sell it as a lesbian cosplay costume. You can't be disgusted just because this outfit has more cloth than yours. Besides, this outfit of mine is so tight on the surface of the body, like a one-piece lesbian costume, that it obviously looks more erotic...

"The full body armor made of the spider silk of the giant phototactic spider has good ductility, breathability, and high comfort. It can well meet the requirements of enchantment. After reaching a certain thickness, it can effectively absorb external impacts. It is hard to be damaged by swords and is invulnerable to water and fire. The price of each piece of silk armor is quite expensive, but its benefits are definitely worth the price."

Aenarion said calmly. After all, he was an old player who was proficient in this damn (beep——) game. He had been actively looking for various god-level materials since he had just crossed over to this world. After spending several years, he finally found the spider silk of the giant spider that attracts light and successfully achieved the breeding of the giant spider and the mass production of silk. The production of various equipment using spider silk as raw materials has also become mature. Aenarion has also made some progress in the production of several other god-level materials. I believe that with the blessing of other god-level materials, Lothern's strength will reach a new level soon.

"Haha, sir, you are such a joke, it's like you are trying to sell me these equipments. What use do we have for such good equipments? If it is the tea that is popular recently, we might be interested in it."

Sophia smiled with her hands covering her mouth. Her words sounded very gentle, but in fact they were more like a knock, and she was the fourth princess of the Flower Valley Royal Court.

He was such a bad guy that he didn't even think of thanking his savior and started to play tricks on him directly.

All I can say is that good people deserve to be pointed at with guns.

"And you don't seem to have much desire to communicate with me. This is really strange. Can you tell me why? I'm a little curious."

I don't know which big shot said that the first step to make a woman fall in love with you is to make her curious. But at this moment, Aenarion didn't think so. He really didn't want to deal with this woman.

The main reason is that this sister is very important in the plot of "Goblin and the Female Knight". If Aenarion does not intervene strongly, in a few months, this sister will become the best breeding machine for goblins. What's more terrible is that she still has a role in the second part of "Harem Overlord". By then, she will not only give birth to goblins, but all kinds of monsters. In the third part, it is even more exaggerated, directly evolving into a "Demon Mother" at the same level as the Demon King.

And now, such a big boss was standing in front of Aenarion, and he wanted to have a good chat with him. But Aenarion's idea at this moment was even simpler, he refused desperately! He refused madly! He didn't want to have any special contact with this future boss!!!

Chapter 11: The First Appearance of the Four