Real elves vs fake elves

After setting the tone for this incident, the entire Lothern entered into strategic preparations again. With a posture of general mobilization, they had to respond to the next black ship attack with spirit and passion.

First, the Wildborn suddenly launched a wild hunt against the Phoenix Court, and then the Seaborn took advantage of Aenarion's absence to plunder the coast. This level of attack was like a pair of invisible hands controlling everything. When these two attacks happened in succession, the Queen of the Valley of Flowers began a grand tour.

Anyone could see that the two attacks were closely related to the Queen of the Valley of Flowers, and the Queen was clearly deeply afraid of Aenarion. Who knows how many resources she had spent and how many treaties she had signed in order to mobilize these two great powers.

However, as one was willing to fight and the other to be beaten, Huang Yi and Hai Yi were finally willing to serve as the Queen of Flower Valley's guns.

But all this has become a thing of the past, especially after Huang Yi was beaten like a dog and five or six hundred of his people were captured, he regretted it so much that his intestines turned green.

Why do you want to mess with Aenarion when you can pick on anyone else? Is that a monster you can afford to mess with?

"Why pick on Aenarion when you could pick on anyone else? Fortunately, we have Savage Tyranny as a cover, otherwise, after Aenarion rushes in, I don't know who can stop him!" In the Moon Basin, a Savage was complaining crazily. He looked quite embarrassed and kept muttering to himself, which showed how explosive his mentality was.

This wild creature was the "Jester" who carried Meisfield away. He tried his best but could not escape the encirclement of the Phoenix Court. At the moment of despair, it was as if a blessing had come to him, and he thought of a moon basin.

The Moon Basin is not far from Lothern. Although there is a Bone Swamp between it and Lothern, I heard that the trade route here has been opened recently.

Relying on the idea of ​​doing the opposite and the special protection mode of the followers of the God of Laughter, this wild man carried his boss into the basin and successfully found the owner of this place at night.

The cat-priestess—the Cheshire Cat.

I specifically pointed out that I had to meet the Cheshire Cat at night, because this cat girl is not the same person during the day and at night. During the day, this cat girl is a poor woman who works hard for the livelihood of the cats. With a half-hearted belief in the Moon God, she desperately thinks about how to continue the cat tribe, and has been hesitating whether to simply surrender to the Phoenix King's Court.

At night, this cat girl becomes the Cheshire Cat, the chosen one of the God of Laughter, a darling of the gods with extremely strong magic power and fighting ability. She lives in an unknown Moon Basin, but can easily move the entire Elf Forest and influence the world situation.

"After this round, the Wilderness Clan and the Sea Clan will completely break with the Flower Valley Royal Court. That bitch is really risking everything to become a Light Clan."

The Cheshire Cat said this with a smile as he examined the unconscious Maxfield, his voice filled with undisguised gloating.

"What a messed up fate. This guy has robbed many people of their fate. Even a god would be numb to this fate line."

"Damn bastard." Huang Yi cursed, "For the sake of his own son, he actually did such a cruel thing. I don't know how many people's lives this guy has ruined!"

"For my son? No." The Cheshire Cat said something inscrutable with a smile, "How do you know that this guy's fate is not to be one of those who were plundered?"

"This guy is also an unlucky guy, but compared to those unlucky guys whose fate was violently snatched away, this bastard is just a little luckier."

Chapter 124 The spiral of fate is manipulated at will

Before being cooked and served on the table, pigs and sheep are mostly fed to be white and strong to improve the taste. If the family is more particular, they will even be fed intensively for a period of time to make the food taste more delicate and soft, just like the legendary Wagyu beef, which needs to be grain-fed for a long time.

These carefully raised animals are different from ordinary domesticated animals. They often develop very good feelings and even establish bonds with their owners. In daily life, they can even be said to be supporting each other, just like family members or pets. They are the most important roles in the eyes of their owners.

But even so, this kind of "finely fed food" cannot escape the fate of being served on the table.

Food is still food after all.

"We are all dishes. Why do you look down on his dish?"

The Cheshire Cat took out a bundle of hair as she spoke. It was Aenarion's hair that she got from somewhere. Even if it was taken out alone, it looked quite beautiful. It could even be said that it was more beautiful than many aristocratic women's carefully curated hair.

The hair is well maintained and emits a faint fluorescence that makes people feel peaceful.

To be honest, even if this hair is not processed in any way, ordinary elves can use it as a talisman.

"Me? A loser?" The fool was stunned for a moment, then showed a disdainful look, but as if he had thought of something, his disdainful look froze instantly, and then he showed an incredible look, "Ah... this? Could it be?! My fate has also been robbed by this bastard..."

"Yes." The Cheshire Cat laughed maliciously, as if she had heard something funny. Now that she had told the person involved about it, it would obviously bring her even more fun. "Not only has your fate been robbed by him, but you also have to serve this bastard like a stalker, and even have to work hard to get him out of the battlefield."

"And now even if I tell you everything, you still can't do anything. A dog is still a dog. Your identity has nothing to do with knowing the truth."

The Wild Fool's face turned livid.

After laughing happily for a while, the Cheshire Cat finally connected the hair to Maxfield's long hair. From a distance, it looked like highlights, but as long as it moved, the abnormality would disappear.

The jester held it in for a long time, but finally couldn't resist his curiosity: "What are you doing?"

The Cheshire Cat grinned evilly: "What are you doing? Of course I'm doing something bad."

Jester: “…”

Cheshire Cat: "Ash, the Dragon of Time, is great and unrivaled. The long river of time he planned with his life requires all mortals to abide by its laws, but the gods living outside the river have different ideas."

"Cause and effect, as time changes, the cause and effect will also change..."

"For example, the White Lion March is a miracle created by Aenarion, who conducted seven great hunts, hunting magnificent white animals. Because of this great trial, Aenarion became the Huntsman's Champion, and the White Lion March became a trial that the Huntsman's Champion must pass."

"But Aenarion has no desire to undergo the Trial of the White Lion, nor does he intend to become the Huntsman's Champion."

"Here, the Huntsman disrupted Ash's time stream, causing the White Lion Trial, which was created by Aenarion, to be advanced to before Aenarion created the White Lion Trial. This started with Aenarion taming the White Lion, forcing Ash to follow the Trial."

"Because compared to the scruples of the gods, mortals have to worry more about the confusion of cause and effect and the smoothness of time. For the sake of the cause and effect foundation of this world, Aenarion had to start the Trial of the White Lion."

"When Aenarion completes the Trial of the White Lion, he will become the first person to complete and create the Trial of the White Lion. As the champion chosen by God, he will pass on the Trial..."

"To put it bluntly, it is a trial that Aenarion will create only after he completes himself ahead of time."

As he spoke, the Cheshire Cat took a ring made of straw and said, "The logic is perfect and flawless, except for a small problem with the timeline. Overall, it's just like this straw ring. It looks really smooth, doesn't it?"

Looking up, he saw the Wild Fool's face was filled with horror, and he had no idea why the Chosen One of the Laughing God was telling him these things.

Please, I don't want to hear it!

I don’t want to know any of these secrets involving the gods!

Ignoring the terrified Desolate One, the Cheshire Cat continued explaining, as if she enjoyed the other's frightened expression.

"What is the key point of this matter?"

"Yes, the White Lion March must have been created by Aenarion, so the first White Lion March must be completed by Aenarion. Now this noble young man of Meisfield wants to steal part of Aenarion's destiny and make himself the first champion chosen by God..."

"How could I not respond to his wishes?"

"The Trial of the White Lion, which was supposed to be completed by Aenarion, was completed by a ridiculous young man. This means that if Aenarion had not created the White Lion, the Trial of the White Lion would not have existed. So what on earth did this ridiculous young man complete? The causal logic is completely messed up!"

"I don't know how much the God of Hunting spent to twist such a small spiral branch in the long river of time, but if this branch cannot be completed, it will definitely cause fun beyond the imagination of mortals... No, I say chaos."

"Just thinking about it makes me excited! Hehehe..."

Looking at the Cheshire Cat who was so proud of his "little plan", the Fool began to tremble all over.

He suddenly felt that joining the Church of the Laughing God in order to save his life might not necessarily be a good thing.

"Alright!" Cat Girl clapped her hands, watching the platinum hair completely blend into Meisfield's hair. She let out a long sigh, and it was obvious that the connection was not just as simple as hair. "I put enough supplies in the house for you to fight against the tyranny of the wilderness. This idiot will wake up in three days. You should figure out what to do then."

"Tomorrow, Lothern's caravan will also come. It's up to you whether you follow the caravan or go out on your own. But I have to tell you in advance that it took me a lot of effort to get you through the group of ghouls in the Golden Bell Royal Court without any damage. I personally suggest that you follow Lothern's caravan back."

"If you have any other requests, please tell me.

Alice will come out soon, and she won’t recognize you.”

Huang Yi nodded, looked at the cat girl with some fear, and chose to slowly leave the room.

In this way, the room returned to silence, except for one or two strange laughs from time to time, which really made people feel chilling.

Chapter 125: Pledge Your Loyalty to Aenarion!

In the seemingly eternally dark dense forest of the Elf Forest, a group of elves were carrying out a forced march. They had been marching for about two days straight, and such a speed made everyone look tired.

At the head of the team was Aenarion, who rode his horse and frowned as he looked ahead, where Lothern was.

You said you were the Queen of Flower Valley and you were on a pilgrimage, so why did you create so much trouble for me? Although this woman obviously had not learned the art of war, she had a good grasp of the "attack the enemy and rescue them" strategy.

To be honest, Aenarion wanted to say to the queen, "You have already met your death," but when he thought about the final outcome of this woman, it might not be a bad thing to let her live.

With hatred for one of the people who had caused it all, Aenarion found it horrifying to think about what the goblins had done.

Although the queen was one of the instigators of venting her hatred for an entire race on one person, she definitely did a great deed...

Just as Aenarion was wondering whether he should think of a way to get out of this passive situation, a ranger suddenly appeared in front of him, half-kneeling and respectful.

"Sir, have we found some...Moonborn ahead?"

Aenarion: "...Show me."

With the guidance of his men, it only took a short while for Aenarion to meet the woman who wanted to see him.

This is a female elf who is quite strong among the Moonborn. She has been trading frequently with Lothern since the formation of Aenarion's caravan, but she is very evasive regarding administrative contacts with the Phoenix Court, with an attitude of "I just want to make money, don't tell me those bullshit." Naturally, this excellent character is appreciated by Aenarion, and the trade between the two forces can be said to have always been very lively.

And now, this force that had always avoided administrative-level contacts took the initiative to hold an administrative meeting. This move really made Aenarion at a loss for words.

Seeing the muscular man coming, the strong woman took two steps forward to greet him, but was stopped by the two rangers who drew their swords without hesitation. The scene became quite awkward for a moment.

"Spencer... do you have something to tell me?" He gestured to the two rangers not to stop him, and walked up to the sturdy woman, Spencer, and asked calmly, "I don't think our relationship is close enough for a private meeting."

Spencer frowned and looked at Aenarion. Just like what his subordinates who had traded with Lothern had said in their reports, the first impression of this guy was that he was handsome, the second impression was that he was very handsome! The third impression was that he wanted to take this man home.

If we only judge by his appearance, how can we guess that this is a man who can keep the Queen of Flower Valley awake at night? !

But it’s hard to say, this appearance is indeed enough to make people unable to sleep...

Aenarion: "..." It's a pity that Tyri isn't around, otherwise I could have beaten this idiot to death with a Hundred Fists. And this scene in front of him is also the main reason that urges Aenarion to keep exercising.

Fortunately, Spencer was very sensible and woke up in a few seconds. After waking up, she was incredulous - Am I not a lesbian? ! But this little thing was quickly thrown behind her mind. After all, this woman did not forget the important things.

"Our great queen has gone mad! She's going on a grand parade!"

Aenarion: "Tell me something new. Everyone who lives in the Elven Forest knows this."

A grand parade, a grand parade, if it is not known to everyone, is it still a grand parade? Wouldn’t it be a low-key parade?

Spencer: "Besides, she wants us to choose a side! If we don't completely side with one of you two, she will kill that one!"

Having said that, Aenarion looked up and down at the woman in front of him with some surprise.

Saying these words, and running up to him to say these words, this woman's attitude was self-evident.

"Why?" Therefore, Aenarion was quite curious. He knew that except for the Flower Valley Royal Court who wanted to fight to the death with him, the rest of the Elf Forest were all fence-sitters. But he really didn't expect that there would be fence-sitters who would completely lean towards one side before the two sides could figure out the truth.

Is this still called a fence-sitter? Even venture capital is not invested in this way.

Spencer sneered, not knowing who he was targeting. "As long as you are willing, the Windy Court will immediately become a part of the Phoenix Court, which will be a step closer to your ideal of reviving the great glory of the Light Race."

Aenarion: "..." When did you want to revive the Lightborn? How can you slander someone's innocence out of thin air?

Spencer: "As for choosing you? The two losers I fought off both joined you and even gained a high position. According to my intelligence sources, Lothern is full of losers who couldn't stay in their family and came to the night raid to escape for their lives."

"Even if losers gather together,

"They are just a bunch of losers. The only reason they can succeed is because of their leader - you! Aenarion the Lightborn!"

Aenarion: "...and the Queen of the Valley of Flowers?"

Spencer: "This guy has led us for hundreds of years, but I have only seen our elves stagnate or even retreat. No one is willing to even mention slogans like reviving the elves or regaining their homeland anymore."

"Now she actually thinks that she can revive the elves after becoming a descendant of light... Who the hell still recognizes the name of descendant of light in this situation?! If there really is someone who recognizes this name, then the first thing she should do is come over and become your subject!"

"She has gone mad! She is madly thinking that everything is the fault of the Lightborn. She is unwilling to admit her failure and attributes everything to her bloodline. Because she will always be at a disadvantage when fighting against you, she is no longer able to look at things rationally and is running in the wrong direction with all her might. Since this ruler is no longer able to work rationally, she should no longer be in that lofty position."

Aenarion: "...And what is it you wish to say?"

Spencer slowly smiled, a strange and even twisted smile.

"In that case, there is only one answer."

Spencer suddenly pulled out a scepter. This was the scepter used by the kings of the Elf Forest when they swore an oath in the Flower Valley. The scepter was made entirely of gold and inlaid with various precious gems. The hollow carvings on the handle of the scepter were full of the rich artistic atmosphere unique to the elves.

This woman broke such a priceless treasure without hesitation. When she broke the scepter, Spencer even showed a look of relief on his face.

"I will pledge my loyalty to you!"

Chapter 126 My eldest brother's tactics are one hundred years ahead of the world

Having gained the allegiance of a force for no reason, Aenarion finally understood what "the world and the world are of one force" really meant.

When you are in power, there are countless forces that want to curry favor with you and join you. Even when the Phoenix Royal Court and the Flower Valley Royal Court had not yet come to a conclusion in their fight, there were people who made the choice to join you completely.

At the same time, Aenarion was thinking, in the original game, there was no such a tough guy as himself who violently stirred up this world, so why did the Queen of the Flower Valley have a grand pilgrimage?

She must have been driven by something extraordinary.

Because the perspective of the game has always been on the goblin side, and Aenarion is not a god-level researcher, he is not very clear about these details, but it doesn't matter. After all, after the dendrobium of the world was stirred in, it has deviated a little from the original world.

The 500 men under Aenarion continued to march, and their speed would not be slowed down by the inexplicable guy. With this jaw-dropping forced march, the army finally saw Lothern on the morning of the fourth day...

That Lothern was shrouded in thick fog.

Aenarion frowned as he looked at everything in front of him. Several warriors from the Phoenix Court beside him had pale faces. If Aenarion had not been standing next to them, these people would have already been completely desperate.

Outside the thick fog is a huge ship that looks like an island, or rather, a movable pile of stones transformed from an island. This is where the sea people currently live, work, and fight. It is the home of all the nearly 6,000 sea people who currently exist.

Every time the Sea People go on a robbery, they come out in full force. In other words, if they fail once, this race will be completely wiped out. But no one knows if it's because the giant octopus who calls himself the God of the Sea is really effective, or the cover of the thick fog, or the ferocity and cruelty of the Sea People. In short, not only has the Sea People not been wiped out, but their population is even growing steadily, reaching the upper limit of the population that the warships on this island can carry.

"Sir, what should we do?" Soon, a ranger spoke hesitantly, looking at Aenarion with hope in his eyes.

The person in front of them was their backbone. Others could show expressions of despair, but Aenarion alone could not despair, and could not even show any emotion related to decline.

"Judging from the density of the fog, the Seaborn should have just started looting not long ago." While thinking about the relevant information about the Seaborn in his mind, Aenarion began to issue orders, "Under the cover of the fog, the combat effectiveness of the Seaborn has increased significantly... But if they want to capture the garrison of Lothern, it is obvious that a small number of people are not enough. If they want to plunder enough wealth, they must send more troops inland."