Real elves vs fake elves

Aenarion looked at the kneeling woman and pointed his sword at her from a distance, preparing for the final attack.

He gave the other party a last chance to speak, but what he said in the end was really meaningless.

Suddenly, the woman raised her head again, but this time she no longer looked like the tough guy Sigma, nor did she look like the noble elf woman before, but an elf girl who looked particularly pitiful.

“Let…let me go, big brother, it hurts so much…”

"I...I won't dare to do it again. Aren't we from the same race?"

"Do you really have the heart to kill the only remaining member of your tribe?"

"I know I was wrong, I really know I was wrong, I know I shouldn't have done those things, I will never dare to do it again, please let me go..."

Tears rolled down the corners of her eyes, and her voice was miserable and pitiful. Now this corpse demon turned into an extremely delicate and fragile appearance, which could definitely be described as pitiful. Even the most heartless person would feel love for her after seeing this girl.

And her voice seems to contain a wonderful magic that makes people forgive her, love her, and be willing to give everything for her.

How could anyone be so cruel to treat this pitiful girl?

Even a real beast can't make teeth!

As expected, Aenarion stopped moving further. Seeing the hunk's actions, the corpse demon's beautiful eyes quickly filled with the emotion of "hope".

The two looked at each other, and before the wight could say anything, Aenarion spoke. His voice was as cold as ice in the twelfth lunar month, without a trace of extraneous emotion.

It's like a real killing machine.

"Corpse."

"I know your wish is to become a god."

"Then let me give you some advice."

"Since you cannot truly become a god, then please when you die..."

"Ensure the dignity that gods deserve."

After hearing these cold words, the corpse demon was stunned at first, and then her expression became ferocious and weird, changing from an angelic face to a devil in just a blink of an eye. That pitiful look was just a disguise. She has always been the devil in human skin and has never changed.

"Your special code..."

warehouse!

With the long sword sheathed, Aenarion walked forward without looking back. With the sound of his footsteps, the corpse demon's body fell directly to the ground with a "pop" sound like a pool of rotten meat.

The corpse demon's body turned into a mercury-like substance, and the entire area centered on her was also dissolving rapidly, just like all kinds of paint poured onto a canvas, large puddles and large patches merging together, disgusting and disordered, disordered and grotesque.

"…Shit!" exclaimed Turkey.

“…Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it!” Snake King’s Fang exclaimed.

Aenarion: "Did you see the two pieces of liquid that the sun and moon turned into? Asuryan, store them in your tail feathers. Don't worry about not having enough space. Volume is not a unit of measurement for divine matter. It is meaningless."

Asuyan heard this and

It was very happy. It had been staring at the liquid formed by the sun for a long time and was very greedy for it, but because Aenarion didn't speak, it had never dared to mention it.

Sure enough, Aenarion's next words made Turkey very excited.

"The liquid in the pond transformed by the sun is yours. These things are of great benefit to you and can significantly enhance your abilities. But don't absorb them too aggressively. Take your time. There are too many impurities in it. You need to further purify it before you can absorb it. Otherwise, it will bury hidden dangers for yourself."

"Keep the liquid made from the moon. I can use it."

"Okay, any other questions?"

To Aenarion's surprise, the first person to answer was not Asuryan, but the Fang of the Serpent King.

His voice was obviously surprised and even a little shocked.

"Ash, the Dragon of Time?!"

Asuryan was stunned by the incomprehensible words, and Aenarion narrowed his eyes.

Chapter 98: Sword Master of Hoeth

There is no cause or effect to what the Snake King's Fang said, which is completely incomprehensible.

And this inexplicable sentence was obviously not directed at Aenarion. This guy had obviously just seen Asuryan emerging from Aenarion's body.

Asuyan was stunned by such a strange sentence, and then looked at the long sword with unusually gorgeous decorations.

"Did you admit the wrong person?"

Snake King Fang: "...I must have made a mistake. Maybe I'm dazzled?"

Aenarion: "Where are your eyes?"

After calmly complaining, Aenarion looked at the turkey again.

As a divine weapon made from organs from the remains of the Snake God, it is normal for the Snake King's Fang to recognize the Space Snake's former enemy. So this inexplicable sentence that suddenly popped up is really intriguing.

Obviously, Asuryan is more than just the flaming phoenix. The fragment of divinity that he inexplicably obtained after traveling to this world is really very interesting.

The strong and disgusting oil painting gradually faded, and the real world gradually emerged. The divinity that served as a bridge between the two worlds had completely dissipated, and Aenarion, as an "invader", would naturally be excluded by the underworld.

As the people in front of him gradually became clearer, Aenarion naturally put away the artifact in his hand.

As the contract with the artifact had not yet been completed, the Phoenix King had no intention of showing the artifact to others for safety reasons.

"Did you handle that bastard?"

Apparently, the only person who could speak to Aenarion like this was Nelos. The woman looked Aenarion up and down, standing in front of everyone. Although her tone was relaxed, her eyes were full of vigilance.

Without replying, Aenarion opened his mouth and gave other instructions.

"Arrange someone to take over the Heart of the Supreme Sacred Tree and gather those forces that have been restless during my absence. Tai Li, you will contact the humans. Before you do so, prepare a generous gift."

"Don't do bad things just because they are from the Wolfhound family. One thing is one thing. The future war is the future. Now the other party has the obligation to take action. We cannot neglect it."

After these words, all the elves breathed a sigh of relief.

That's right, Aenarion.

Especially Nellos, her expression was completely relaxed: "If you really die in there, then I will have to kill that bastard... Having said that, the arrogance in your bones is really not something that anyone can pretend to have. You really deserve a beating."

Aenarion: "..."

What can he say?

There is no way to explain this!

………………

The Phoenix Court actually did a very good job of keeping secrets. The Aenarion incident actually made quite a big splash, and the other forces that were watching also felt that it was quite a big deal.

But even though it was such a big deal, no one knew why it had become such a big deal except for a few people in Lothern.

To the onlookers, it looked like Aenarion had rushed to some place, made a lot of noise, and then rushed back home...

What's going on?

All parties eager to know the truth began to put pressure on their own intelligence departments. As a result, the pressure on the staff responsible for espionage work in Lothern suddenly increased by several levels. Under this heavy pressure, the pressure on the Lothern Cat Writer Studio also increased by several levels...

"Meow, you want me to write a suspense story for such a small amount of money? And you think my writing is too watery? Brothers, it's hard to earn money, these bastards!"

In a small room, Boss Cat looked resentfully at the five golden shields arranged on the table. This was the result of three days of hard work by five brothers in the room. It was really hard-earned money, but the group of elves who collected the manuscripts came over and were picky and wanted to lower the price.

If you have the ability, write it yourself!

After venting his anger, the cat boss took a big gulp of catnip tea and finally let go of the anger that had been pent up for the whole day.

Money is hard to earn! Shit is hard to eat!

If a cat wants to make a name for himself in a strange place and earn enough cat food to last him a lifetime, he has to work hard!

Chewing catnip with clenched teeth, just as Cat Boss began to think about how to expand his underground casino business, the door of the small house was suddenly slammed open, and the dazzling sunlight aggressively occupied every corner of the room. The writer who was working on the manuscript and Cat Boss fell to the ground at the same time, covering their eyes and screaming.

Enemy Search

hatred?

Rival gang?

Sheriff's inspection?

What did I do wrong?!

Boss Cat is worthy of being the boss of this generation. Having been in the lower class of society for more than ten years, he hardly felt any panic. In just a moment, he reached out for the dagger hidden in his boots.

Then his fate was grabbed by the scruff of the neck.

While pinching the back of his neck, the dagger hidden in his boots was instantly taken away.

He was not the only one who had his neck strangled. All four writers in the small room were controlled and unable to move.

After his eyes adjusted to the dazzling sunlight, the cat boss turned his head to look at the people rushing in. When he saw this, the whole cat was stunned.

Not the other gangs on the block. Not the sheriff in charge of the area. Not the tribune or the important people in the council.

Leading the group was an elf, an elf wearing dazzlingly gorgeous armor and holding a two-handed giant sword as tall as a person. Behind him followed three rangers, whose outfits were much worse than the man in front of them.

The elf's outfit was too flashy even among elves. It would be an exaggeration to call it a guard of honor. It was as if the armor a noble lord made for himself was mainly for showing off.

The flashy elf is Eric, and the three rangers behind him are his former ranger team members. Most of the ranger troops have recently been given new orders by the Phoenix King himself.

The Phoenix Royal Court is going to form a secret service agency that belongs only to the Phoenix King himself. This secret service agency will focus on intelligence work, and will also perform a series of other important tasks such as VIP protection and anti-infiltration.

Because this agency had only been open for two days, almost no one in Lothern knew of the existence of this department.

"Sir... why?"

Seeing the other party's flashy and gorgeous armor, Boss Cat naturally thought that this was some bored bastard noble. Although he didn't know where he had offended this guy, he immediately gave in when it was time to give in. This was one of the important experiences that enabled Boss Cat to thrive in the lower class for more than a decade.

"Why? You don't know what you did?"

Eric was too lazy to say more and just waved to his men.

"Take them away. We still have a dozen people to arrest. We can't let those bastards escape from us."

"set off!"

With a resounding shout, the Phoenix Court's intelligence agency stepped onto the historical stage for the first time.

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Chapter 99: Amazing Harvest

Let’s go back to before the White Tower Swordmaster team was formed…

The Heart of the Supreme Sacred Tree is the lair chosen by the corpse demon for itself, so there must be a lot of good things inside. Its inventory for nearly a thousand years has been kept there. As a priest of a once prominent sect, his assets must be prominent and his wealth must be abundant.

The mountains of golden shields alone are enough to make people feel suffocated.

"I always hear people say that priests make more money than mages. I used to be unconvinced, but today I finally see the truth."

Nellos held a golden shield in his hand, feeling the heavy gold coins slipping from his fingertips, and he was filled with emotion.

Aenarion: "Can you make a group of people willingly spend all their wealth to support you? This is a basic skill for these priests."

The macho man only glanced at the pile of gold and then turned to look at the shelves next to the mountain of gold.

On it were stacks of fine papers, not books or scrolls that carried knowledge. These thin papers once represented astonishing wealth, an asset more horrifying than a pile of gold, but after the complete fall of the Light Race, these papers were too hard to wipe one's butt or too slow to boil water.

All kinds of bonds, all kinds of shares, all kinds of IOUs, and these things now prove nothing except how rich their former owners were.

"Even if you take these things, there's nowhere to collect the money."

Nelos seemed to have seen Aenarion's eyes and responded calmly. He just sighed at the wealth in front of him and did not show any excessive enthusiasm.

Aenarion: "I know that these papers, though they appear to represent wealth, actually carry the credit of an incredible power. With the disappearance of this power, these papers will return to their original value..."

“It’s of no value.”

"Go take a look at the equipment. In the past, any piece of paper here could be exchanged for a hundred sets of fully enchanted equipment. But now, all the paper here combined cannot be exchanged for a single piece of enchanted equipment."

Nellos listened to the sighs of these old men, and followed them after a "tsk". Behind him, Tyli and several rangers hurriedly followed, each of them deliberately staying a few steps behind the two of them. It was obvious that the elves of Lothern were naturally in awe of Nellos as a wizard.

As the base camp of the corpse demon,

In Gao Shengshu's heart, wealth and equipment do not account for the largest proportion. It can even be said that these two only account for a very small part of all his collections.

As a former priestess of the Supreme Holy Tree, the things she collected the most were religious items. For ordinary people, these things were only useful for their artistic value and intrinsic value, but for religious people, they were priceless treasures.

To put it bluntly, these things were of no use to Aenarion, and he threw them all to Turkey to figure out if he could try to develop something good out of them.