Real elves vs fake elves

After being attacked, Aenarion immediately removed his shield, his blade in hand did not stop but his eyes kept scanning the surroundings. From the outside, his body seemed to be flickering inexplicably. If you were not fighting him, no one would have guessed that Aenarion instantly opened the void shield to resist the next attack and then closed it instantly. It is unknown how long the shield was opened for more than half a second.

"Which direction is the most violent magical fluctuation?"

"Forward right……"

Sa!

Aenarion sped up again, so fast that the fishmen who were charging forward could not react, and their dull eyes lost sight of their target in an instant. This change was so shocking that even these fanatical and stupid fishmen became confused, and this caused a great deal of chaos.

"The enemy... the enemy is gone?! Where is the enemy?!"

The sneak attacking Murloc Mage instantly lost sight of his target. Due to the structure of their eyeballs, Murlocs' dynamic vision is lower than that of humans, and that of dwarves is far lower than that of elves.

When it came to Aenarion, the strong man's speed was almost the same as invisibility for the unfortunate mage.

"Are you looking for me?"

In one sentence, the fishman mage was stunned for a moment, and then his body felt a sharp pain. At this moment, this powerful mage suddenly had an epiphany.

Just now, it should be the last sentence he heard in his life...

Chapter 132 The Nature of a Nun

Lothern, Phoenix Temple.

The wounded evacuated from the front line have filled this place. Even the square outside the temple is filled with various medical tents. All the elves in charge of logistics tasks have been mobilized, and the logistics personnel who know medical skills are already very busy.

But despite such desperate work and frantic treatment, the situation here has not improved at all. The treatment work in Lothern has been close to saturation, but there are still wounded people being transported in from the front line. Cats push cat carts back and forth, and on the cat carts are soldiers who are either unconscious or seriously injured.

After the murlocs rushed to the city wall, the battle situation deteriorated to an alarming degree in an instant. The elf warriors were brave and good at fighting, and their fighting power increased exponentially after forming a battle formation. However, even so, facing the absolute numerical advantage of the fanatical murlocs, the only result was that they would fall into a disadvantage. Facing enemies that were dozens or even hundreds of times their own, the elves had done their best to maintain the front line and keep their morale from collapsing.

"Relax, it's normal to feel pain. Although the cautery treatment will sting, it will heal quickly. After that, you just need to rest up enough to fight again."

The gentle voice was the greatest encouragement and support for the wounded soldiers. The Phoenix Sister, who always exuded the maternal radiance, accompanied all the soldiers without sleep. For these suffering patients, her gentle eyes could soothe the most painful pain, and her comfort could calm the manic souls on the verge of collapse. At this time, she was the lantern goddess in everyone's mind.

Not only her, but also a large number of volunteers and those who were rescued from the depths of the temple, also joined the logistics team. This was a war that gambled the future of the entire city, and all those who could move had no right to rest.

"Sister, there are several people who want to see you."

Suddenly, a woman who had been dealt with came to Sister Phoenix and said. Hearing this, the nun turned her head and looked at the woman, still with such a gentle look, but it was this look that made the woman who reported the news take a step back, and even her eyes moved back and forth with guilt.

"He... they said they have something very important to tell you... that is... that is..."

"Okay, I'll go with you." The nun smiled and replied, her gentle eyes seemed to see through everything. Such words also made the woman who reported the news feel relieved, and then she showed a guilty expression.

He really can't act at all.

Even former Chaos believers could see that something was going to happen.

Still with a calm and indifferent smile, Sister Phoenix followed the woman towards the back of the temple. After turning a corner, a small alley where few people came appeared in front of the two people.

In the alley, there were not only fallen leaves and garbage everywhere, but also four or five people holding sticks.

"Brother, someone is coming!" Seeing the person coming, a human showed a hateful grin, "Is it different from what was rumored? It's really ugly even by the elves' standards."

Another person laughed and said, "Lotharn is really rich. I didn't expect it would be so easy to trick this guy over here. After kidnapping her, these elves will definitely give us a large ransom!"

"Yes, if it weren't for the chaos and turmoil, we wouldn't have had the opportunity to make a lot of money... And it's all thanks to the elves who sold us this information."

"This bitch is worth at least 2000... No! 3000 gold shields!"

These villains recklessly told their disgusting plan as if no one was around, as if the ransom was right in front of them and within their grasp.

But these guys kept looking towards Sister Phoenix while talking loudly, obviously not as arrogant and careless as they appeared.

Even though she was insulted and despised, Sister Phoenix still maintained a calm and indifferent smile. The smile on her face did not seem to change at all, except that her eyes, which had been squinting, suddenly opened a little.

She opened her eyes a little bit, and suddenly a very dangerous signal emanated from her body. The smile no longer seemed reassuring, but creepy.

"Not good!" As if realizing something, the guy called "Boss" spoke quickly, but before he could say the rest of the words, a terrifying figure suddenly appeared in front of him. The two were so close that there was only a thin line between them, and they would be close to each other as soon as they moved a little.

"Really... I thought I wouldn't get excited about this kind of thing anymore..."

Suddenly, the nun revealed an extremely morbid smile, her cheeks flushed in an absolutely abnormal way, and even her pupils began to become abnormal.

"Ah ah ah ah..."

"I'm so high right now!!!"

While drilling her own temple with her index finger until blood spurted out, Sister Phoenix let out an extremely tasteless laugh. This laugh gave people a feeling of madness that was simply indescribable.

But in just a few moments, the alley was left with only two people standing face to face, an elf who had collapsed to the ground and was trembling with fear, and several human villains who had been burned to charcoal but were still wailing.

"Ahhh! Monster! Monster, don't come over here!!!"

Faced with this terrifying posture that seemed like that of a Chaos believer, the human leader collapsed to the ground, urinating as he backed away. He looked like a tough guy just now, but now he was frightened like a shaking quail.

Reaching out and pinching the human's forehead, Sister Phoenix showed an even more morbid smile. The human leader, who had obviously guessed what the other party was going to do, instantly screamed in fear.

"Don't kill me! I'll tell you everything! I'll tell you everything! I'll tell you exactly who sent me here and what they want me to do! I just beg you... wooooa ...

A horrifying flame instantly ignited. Seeing the human in front of her howling miserably in her hands, Sister Phoenix's expression was as red as a blossom and she was extremely excited. Seeing that unfortunate guy in her hands gradually turned into a human being, the nun trembled like a climax.

When all the humans were silent, Sister Phoenix finally let out a long sigh of satisfaction.

Then, turning her head and looking at the woman lying on the ground, Sister Phoenix's expression became calm and indifferent again.

"You didn't see anything, did you?"

Just a few words were exchanged for the messenger woman nodding frantically. She was now completely enveloped by fear, and the instinctive reaction of her body made the scene here very ugly.

"Now, go wash up, and then clean up here, let's go."

Looking at the woman who left obediently, Sister Phoenix kept staring at her staggering back. After a long while, she finally spoke, but the content of her words had nothing to do with this place.

"Asuryan's hold on me has weakened?"

"How is this going?"

"And He who often appears in the sky has never appeared at this moment..."

"The king isn't here again, and it looks like something really went wrong."

Chapter 133 Breakthrough, unstoppable breakthrough!

Inside the Dark Ark, an astonishing number of murlocs were surging aimlessly. They seemed to occupy every corner here, making this small island filled with tens of thousands of lives.

boom!

The door of a hall was suddenly knocked open, and a large number of murloc limbs and arms were scattered with the impact. These murlocs who tried to stop Aenarion were undoubtedly heroes. If they really felt fear, they were standard heroes who knew it was impossible but still did it.

But even the most fearless courage cannot make up for the absolute gap in strength.

The sudden emptiness startled Aenarion. Looking around, he saw a murloc standing in the middle of the empty hall.

A murloc that is completely different from the previous elite murloc, only the size of an ordinary human.

But this guy, who is much smaller than ordinary murlocs, gives people a sense of oppression that is completely different from other murlocs.

"I am the Sea King Priest - Raging Waves. Spirit, your strength is impressive, but this is the end. I will never let you disturb my Lord's awakening!"

With a shout, Raging Tide raised a strange spear made from the fangs of a sawfish and pointed it at Aenarion.

"I'll be done soon. It won't take long."

Aenarion made no move to respond, but rushed forward with his sword raised. His attack was still the same simple stab, and it was this simple attack that had killed countless elite murloc warriors before.

Sa!

The straight stab missed.

In front of Aenarion, there was no trace of the short murloc.

"No answer? It seems you are still absolutely confident in your own abilities."

"No wonder, you killed so many of our warriors before. But I want to tell you that those so-called high-level warriors you killed were not even qualified to guard the gate of the Sea King Palace."

"They are just poor people who failed in the competition. They are not qualified to serve my Lord at all."

"And what you are about to face is the true elite who can stand in the Sea King Palace and see the glory of our Lord!"

Facing Aenarion's attack, the chatterbox dodged while mocking him. His dodging posture was very pretentious and good-looking, as if he was strolling in the garden.

"Still attacking? It seems that you don't realize how big the gap in strength between you and me is. Let me do it... hm?"

The chatterbox suddenly saw Aenarion turn and walk away, showing no sign of defense at all. This indifference first made the guy stunned, and then he flew into a rage.

It's fine if you haven't responded to me after pretending to be so cool for so long, but what do you mean by this? !

"Hey! You...Guwaa!"

Countless blood suddenly burst out of the short fishman's body, and horrible wounds appeared on his skin. It was as if a fish was sliced ​​by a chef with excellent knife skills, and the cuts were smooth and almost the same size.

“How… How is this possible! I should have dodged it… Guwa!”

collapse!

This damn pretentious fishman completely disintegrated, like a cut piece of fish, and scattered all over the ground.

It is naturally chilling just by looking at it, but if you look at it from the perspective of filleting a fish, you have to praise it by saying "the knife skills are quite good."

"It should be something like a short-term invincibility or damage delay ability... just to delay time."

Aenarion also expressed his feelings towards the pretentious murloc. After all, he was an elite murloc among elite murlocs, and the tough guy didn't even have any feelings towards the other elite murlocs.

After passing another palace, there were several winding corridors. The complex terrain made this place like an ant's cave. If you were to stay here casually, you would be completely lost and have no idea where you were. But Aenarion's super perception ability allowed him to clearly know where he was. He could tell which direction he should move in without even thinking.

Suddenly, another strange murloc appeared on the road ahead of Aenarion. This murloc had a twisted and slender body like an eel and a hideous face. This hideous and abominable appearance was enough to make people feel cold in their hearts at just one glance.

"Monster, that's enough! I don't know how you were able to see through the movements of Raging Wave, but I won't make the same stupid mistake as him! We both possess the unparalleled speed bestowed by the Sea Emperor, a terrifying speed that is unimaginable to you land creatures, and a terrifying power that even we cannot grasp! Your senses are very sharp, and you can quickly see the flaws of that idiot, but I'm different..."

"Guwa!"

Aenarion sheathed his sword. He was too lazy to listen to the other party's chatter. He was as slow as the guy just now, but he didn't have the ability to delay damage. Such a weakling would naturally have no choice but to be chopped into pieces when facing Aenarion.

The exaggerated path-finding is still going on. Aenarion can basically encounter some surprises every time he turns a corner. There are all kinds of strange guys such as walrus father and son, leopard tornado, tiger shark, etc., which makes people can't help but sigh at the diversity of marine life.

The numerous elite murlocs began to decrease after reaching a threshold. After decreasing to a certain level, Aenarion felt that he was facing only an almost endless stream of ordinary fanatical murlocs. It seemed that all the elite murlocs who could think and had slightly stronger combat power were dead.

Of course, it was impossible for all the elite murlocs to die. Now the group of guys who had survived by chance were gathered in a hall, at a loss. In the center of the hall was a murloc witch and her crystal ball. In the crystal ball was Aenarion's manic appearance of killing people everywhere. Those ordinary murlocs were completely useless in the face of that killing god. The only consequence was that they were killed in large numbers.

In fact, judging from the perception of this group of elite fishmen, their performance in facing this killing god was not much better than that of ordinary fishmen...

"What should I do? This bastard has already entered the second underground floor. If I don't stop him, he will enter the third floor and disturb my Lord's awakening!"

In the noisy hall, an impatient voice suddenly sounded, quite frightened and manic. As soon as the words came out, all the elite fishmen looked at the voice with their silent dead fish eyes at the same time. Hundreds of silent eyes looked at the same guy, even if they were all fishmen, they would feel very embarrassed.

"Why don't you go?" Soon, a rather sarcastic voice sounded.

Hearing this, the guy's face turned blue and purple. After a while, he finally lowered his head in dejection and admitted his mistake.

No one dares to go.

Although just half an hour ago, many fishmen had signed up to achieve unprecedented feats, no one dared to go after such a short time. No one had the guts to offend the God of Death.

Chapter 134 The fishes began to think of a way, and the way they thought of was to shake the enemy

Maybe the brave guys were killed, or maybe they were really scared by Aenarion's infinite ferocity. In short, this group of "elites" just stood there looking at each other, occasionally saying a few harsh words, but they could never go out and fight to the death.

Even if they are killed, their death must be meaningful. Look at those poor guys who were killed in the past. Do they seem to have died meaningfully?

Holding the idea that "even if they go out and fight to the death, it will be of no use against the Sea Emperor", the elites even feel a little at ease. The precious elite warriors should obviously demonstrate their value in more important places, rather than giving away their lives in vain in a meaningless place.

This idea is not wrong, but someone has to do it. So the matter of blocking Aenarion's advance was frozen in an awkward situation.

After a while, a very smart person suddenly spoke, and he was particularly wise.

"How about we all rush forward together? No matter how powerful this elf is, he is only one person after all. With so many of us, there will definitely be someone who can cause him harm by chance."

This wise answer obviously did not receive any response. The remaining elites were all human elites... no, fish elites, smart fish who wanted to use others as stepping stones. The idea of ​​creating opportunities for others would be eliminated in an instant as soon as it appeared in their minds.

In the absence of a complete plan, they would rather just watch than try to take any action.

The lessons from the past are there. Many confident and high-spirited colleagues were easily killed. They don’t think they have achieved much success by rushing forward.

Results. Just looking at the relaxed look of that elite, this group of "elites" of theirs was probably not much different from ordinary fishmen in the eyes of the other party.

But they are different from ordinary mermen. When Poseidon created them, he gave them reason and wisdom in order to make their fighting power more effective.

The hard-earned wisdom of this group of elite fishmen enabled them to learn the principles of seeking benefits and avoiding harm without any instruction.

Just as this group of elite murlocs remained silent and undercurrents were surging in the hall, the witch who had been guarding the crystal ball spoke.

Compared to the other fishmen, this witch is much more normal, and looks like the mermaid in the story. Not the kind of K-style stuff, but the fairy-tale style, a mermaid with a beautiful face and a perfect body using a starfish as a mask, not politically correct, nor a naive and innocent girl, but a blonde foreign girl that perfectly meets the aesthetics of the Emperor of Sichuan and the boss of Coconut Tree.

I can only say that it is worthy of being the background of the game ０. The men are all weird-looking, and the women are all beautiful and charming.

"You are afraid of this elite and therefore dare not take any action to stop him, but the awakening of our Lord is imminent. Aren't you afraid of our Lord's divine power? Has the fear you have brought to you by the elf you just saw surpassed that of our Lord? Or have you forgotten what kind of existence our Lord is because of the dilution over a long period of time?"