Real elves vs fake elves

Suddenly, a guy who looked like a jester walked into the room and cautiously made a reporting gesture.

"Sir, he accepted it. He accepted our gift."

With just these few words, Sophia immediately showed a relieved expression, but soon she felt angry again. Her plump lips trembled for a long time before finally uttering a few words.

"Fucking fag."

Such a cultured aristocrat was so angry at the straight man that he cursed at him.

But the goal was achieved after all. The angry expression only lasted for a moment on Sophia's face, and then she regained her seductive and charming look.

Aenarion was certainly not gay.

He did not feel any excitement or anything like that because of the four small dogs in front of him.

No, we shouldn't say "thin dogs". Calling these four male favorites in front of us "thin dogs" is indeed an insult to "thin dogs".

A living puppet created because of the perverted desires of the nobles, it is a pathetic product whose commodity nature far exceeds its personality from birth. In the eyes of many elves, this kind of male elf is basically... just a toy.

Most female elves do not regard male elves as human beings.

Born out of the elves' unique strategy of extremely exaggerating the ratio of men to women, the few male elves were almost deprived of all rights, and each of them became an object of captivity in the deep palace. This is what Tyri meant when she said "Every male elf in the elves is registered."

The abnormal male-female ratio is like a beehive, but it does not allow men to have large harems. Under the implementation of the joint royal decree of the Ten Royal Courts, more than 99% of women are deprived of their reproductive rights, while the remaining high-ranking women have large harems. This is exactly the same as the structure of a beehive...

This is also the current situation of the elves.

"You are accepted by me as a gift, and I will agree to Sofia's request. We will sign the second contract soon. In short, the Bloodvine Family's loan will be further reduced in interest and extended."

Aenarion's words did not cause any emotional fluctuations in the four male favorites. They still knelt in a row on the ground with indifferent expressions, and it was obvious that they were well-trained.

Looking at the four unlucky guys in front of him, Aenarion rubbed his temples and frowned slightly.

It's not that I think it's troublesome, it's just that it's ridiculous. Other time travelers have large harems after time travel, but I am the first to collect four small dogs. What the hell is this? !

"I will train you to be outstanding warriors, fearsome warriors."

"My expectations for you are not complicated. I want each of you to have something extraordinary, a unique skill, and your fighting spirit and patience must be astonishing. Your secret weapons must give the enemy an unexpected surprise!"

He clenched his fists suddenly, and Aenarion's expression became slightly cruel.

"From now on you will be my secret weapon. You will all be a team from now on, and I will also call you--"

"Secret Head Four!"

Aenarion's tone was very calm, but in fact, he was still quite excited. Unfortunately, these words concerning the fate of the four people still did not cause them much psychological fluctuations, and they still knelt on the ground with a docile look on their faces.

This state was what the nobles talked about with great relish as "successful training", but after seeing it today, Aenarion would rather call this state "dead heart".

Without getting discouraged by the damn state of the four men, Aenarion walked to the clothes rack and drew out his sword with a "swish".

Now he is standing tall and majestic, holding a weapon, wearing armor, with a resolute expression, he really looks like he is ready to kill both men and women.

There are some slight differences between this and Sofia's killing of both men and women. One is physical, the other is mental.

"Now, I will take you to training. Before training, I will give you a piece of advice..."

"Give it to me, bite your tongue!"

A tough man needs to fight and practice constantly to enhance his combat effectiveness and temper his fighting will. In this world of Yihongyuan of the Gods, warriors are undoubtedly a middle to lower level profession and have their own ceiling, but there are still not many who can really touch this ceiling.

After reaching the ceiling of a warrior, there are only three ways to continue to enhance your combat power. One is to practice magic, one is to become a chosen one of the gods, and the last one is to get artifact-level equipment. If all three ways are successful, then you can learn from a certain hammer-eyed guy to ride a donkey to destroy the world...

Inarion actually didn't have much opinion about this world, but he also wanted to be as glorious and powerful as Three-Eyed Man, so he never stopped honing his fighting skills and improving his combat effectiveness. Crazy practice was the most direct manifestation of his improvement in strength.

At one o'clock in the morning, Vine Town should have been silent, but the howls of Mi Tousi echoed throughout the town. The elves and humans who were unaware of the situation huddled together and trembled in fear. The elves of the Phoenix Court who knew the truth talked about their boss's keen interest with relish, and gloated over Mi Tousi's experience.

As for Sofia, she was even a little relieved now. Fortunately, she was a gay. If she had made another choice, who knows what would have happened. Listening to the noise, it seemed that she was playing too perverted...

Of course, it was not only the elves who were paying attention to this place. The captured humans were also looking in the direction of the howling. The expressions of these people varied, but they were obviously very

As for Aenarion's actions, they were naturally due to his uneasiness about the future and his fear of an unknown fate.

And Einar's night attack; Group 6, 949③'⑥①③ Wu Ruiong's "torture maniac" behavior undoubtedly made their already bleak future even worse, and the expressions on their faces were mostly desperate.

But there was one person who was different, that was old Joseph, who was regarded as a big brother by many slave hunters. If it weren't for his daughter's pleading, old Joseph would not have appeared in this team at all. Having already saved up a lot of capital, he would rather enjoy the happiness of family life in his own small manor.

But unfortunately, as the old saying goes, many things are often not subject to human will. I thought I would stop after completing this job, but who would have thought that I would capsize in the gutter, and the reason for the capsizing was that a sperm whale rushed out of the gutter...

A short man with a wretched appearance tiptoed up to Joseph. The dwarf looked around cautiously, then carefully moved closer to the old man.

"Are you sure?" Joseph's lips barely moved, but he still made a tiny sound, a sound so small that it was almost negligible even in the darkness of the night.

"It's a Lightborn. It looks very similar. Most of the elves also say it is, so it is most likely." But the dwarf could still hear this tiny voice clearly, and could still communicate in the same way.

Old Joseph was silent for a while, and finally his eyes became firm.

"Madam must be informed of this matter. She has done me a favor, and she must care very much about this matter."

"No matter what method you use, you must tell Madam that the descendants of light have returned to the human world."

Chapter 14 Behelet and the Old Female Ghost

Since the ancient "Great Destruction" event, the elves have been running wildly on the downhill road in an unrestrained manner, and occasionally a few "impaired people" will appear like a jackpot and step on the accelerator to speed up. To put it bluntly, it is a bit outrageous that the elves can still exist in this world as a country. If it were not for the protection of the Elf Forest, I'm afraid that the whole tribe would have been destroyed at some point.

But the Elven Forest is always a name given by outsiders. In the mouths of the elves, this forest is called "Savage Tyranny". The Moon Elves have always lived on the periphery of "Savage Tyranny", and only the former Light Elves and the current Wild Elves have ever reached its depths.

According to legend, there is a magnificent elven city inside the "Wild Tyranny". It is a great creation of the Light Age, the product of the wisdom and sweat of countless elves, and a true portrayal of the elves' once glorious history. But now the elves can only recall the glorious past from books and the words of the woodcutters who occasionally return from the lost.

"It's so sad. We never know when the elves in the Elf Forest will disappear inexplicably."

A dozen human warriors gathered in front of a campfire. They drank wine, ate meat and boasted. Someone started talking about the history of the elves.

After all, they are humans who often "deal" with elves, and their familiarity with elves is comparable to that of real elves.

Out of place among this group of people was a small cage next to the fire, inside of which an elf lay drowsy. Having been forced to take an overdose of sleeping pills, his sanity had been almost completely worn out.

This is an extremely rare male elf.

"We can hope that these elite people can stay active longer, otherwise what will happen if they lose their jobs?" someone interrupted with a laugh.

The other man took a sip of wine and nodded vaguely, "That's true. At least we shouldn't exterminate them before we can no longer do anything. By the way, what about those descendants of light? Will they suddenly appear from some corner at any time?"

"If that's the case, won't these elves be able to revive and regain their strength?"

Such a simple sentence brought about bursts of sneers. One person seemed to be unable to help himself and shook his head with a smile.

"You really drank too much. Don't you know what morality our world is like?"

"Don't you know what will happen to a race that loses the protection of God?"

"Think about the stories you read about the Titans in the books, and then think about the feeble-minded Titans of today."

"The elves now have no Supreme Sacred Tree, and the Hunting God is no longer the racial god of the elves. With only the half-dead Moon God left, what can they do to make a splash?"

"Moreover, the clowns in the big circus have been hinting for years that it is only a matter of time before the God of Laughter devours the God of the Moon. When the Moon God is completely devoured, the elves will be destroyed."

"For example, now, we can talk about the gods of the elves so recklessly, but do you have the courage to talk about the Wolf Ancestor, the Snake God, or the Supreme Sun?"

The names of the three human gods were quite useful. They frightened the drunk and nonsense guy so much that he started nodding frantically.

"Yes, yes, I absolutely wouldn't dare to do that. How could the useless elves be compared with the three supreme gods?"

This sentence caused everyone to laugh. Just when everyone was about to change the topic and brag, a vague voice sounded, "Why hasn't the barbarian come back yet? It's just peeing. It shouldn't have become so big in the middle of it that it's still here, right?"

The previous sentence was unintentional.

The tone began to become serious, and the friends around him who had been laughing before also became serious.

Obviously, everyone sensed that something was wrong.

"Beast? Or enemy?" Several people drew their swords slowly in silence, looking around vigilantly. "No sound was made, no response was received, even if it was a sneak attack, it shouldn't be like this. Everyone gather together and prepare for battle."

Just as the soldiers formed up for battle, a clear and beautiful voice rang in everyone's ears at the same time.

"Of course there won't be any movement. If I can't even do such a small thing, I might as well quit the position of Seven Stars."

Along with this extremely sweet loli voice, a short figure wearing a hooded cloak appeared. She was about 1.4 meters tall, petite, and had a sweet face.

She walked slowly in her tiny shoes to the imprisoned male elf and just looked him up and down for a few times before the loli let out a sound of "tsk tsk".

"How barbaric! Your reason and consciousness have been worn away. I was curious about where you got such a treasure, but it doesn't matter. It's good to get one. Those female elves want this thing so much that they won't sell it no matter how much you offer. It's like asking for their own lives. They are ruthless when it comes to selling their other compatriots."

While talking about the explosive news, she walked around the prison van twice, and finally the loli nodded.

"Okay, I'll take the stuff. Of course, I have to explain that it's not that I can't pay. I can still afford that little bit of money. It's just that you shouldn't have let that crazy woman place an order in advance. I have no choice but to come here in person to pick up the goods."

"I believe you won't mind, right? You definitely won't mind. I'm so cute, would you reject a cute girl like me?"

The loli walked forward while talking, without any other movement. The prison van moved seemingly without any external force, following closely behind the loli.

From beginning to end, the circle of ten or so soldiers did not make any sound. They just stood there like wooden sculptures, without any expression, any movement, or any sound.

She walked forward more than ten steps, and as if she had thought of something, she suddenly turned around to look at the dozen or so soldiers standing by the fire.

"Look, it's so rude that I forgot about this."

"But considering how cute I am, you won't blame me, right, everyone..."

"Trash fish."

"And now..."

The first sentence is still in a loli voice.

"Kill each other."

The second sentence was extremely cold, and the voice became an old and hoarse female voice, and this terrible voice was as unpleasant as a sharp object scraping glass. This sentence sounded like one voice, but in fact it was two voices coming out at the same time, one was a word that was as fast as a whistle, and the other was a language that normal mortals could understand.

One of the Seven Supreme Stars in the Seven Stars Mage Tower, a great magician of illusion, the lord of the Fantasy City of the Seven Cities Alliance, and the legendary great trickster - Clemena.

Following the words of the Supreme Sorcerer, the dozen or so warriors roared and howled as they fought together. With red eyes, they attacked their companions madly, and they no longer recognized the group of good brothers who were bragging and drinking before.

"By the way." Turning around to look at what she had gained from this trip, Clemena smiled even brighter. "Since your sanity has been worn out, I might as well give you a new name."

"From now on you will be called Frankenstein No. 17."

Chapter 15: Simple Survey, Worrying Future

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After much trouble, trying every possible means, and spending countless manpower, material resources and financial resources, the final result was very gratifying. The human slave-hunting team thought they could soar to success with this slave-hunting, but in the end they ended up being annihilated.

Of course, it cannot be considered a complete annihilation, at least there are still a few small members left. But according to the standards of an organization, this situation has undoubtedly been a death sentence.

Aenarion stood beside the extinguished bonfire with a calm face. The dozen or so human corpses beside the bonfire had been gathered and buried, and the matter here had been investigated. Although Aenarion did not see it with his own eyes, he had basically figured out what happened here.

But because of this, Aenarion's heart could not calm down for a long time.

"A wizard, an extremely powerful wizard, who is probably either a transmutation wizard or an illusion wizard. Because of the magic, this group of people started killing each other without any resistance. According to the wheel tracks, there should have been a carriage here. It is speculated that it was a prisoner carriage or something like that, but the wheel tracks suddenly disappeared after extending to here, as if... it was carried away by something."

Tyri beside Aenarion told the story bit by bit, and this was basically the result of the elves' final speculation, which was exactly the same as the fact.

This is not a big deal. The other party did not think of hiding anything. According to the clues left behind, it can be inferred that

This is perfectly normal.

"Master..."

In the fantasy world, if you are involved in the "Mage" profession, it is definitely not good. It is a typical representative of powerful professions in fantasy works. It is a strong and seamless connection between the front, middle and back, giving them enough room for development to shock the whole world. It is a terrifying profession that is completely incomparable to the humble profession of Zhan Sun.

The gap between the two professions is so huge that when comparing them, one can only shout that a warrior's life is also a life.

Turning his head and looking at Tyri, Aenarion asked, "Do we elves have any particularly powerful wizards?"

Tai Li nodded and said, "Yes."

But before Aenarion could ask again, Tyri immediately added something.

"They are basically all in the Seven Lights Mage Tower. Currently, there is no professional place for mages to practice and study in the ten royal courts of the elves. What's more, the court mages serving in the royal courts are... I think you should know very well, but even so, not every royal court has its own court mage."

"Indeed." Aenarion said these two words and then stopped talking. After all, his own royal court did not have its own court wizard.

The overwhelming advantage that mages have over warriors is really concerning, and the fact that Aenarion himself is not a mage is even more concerning.

"It seems that this male elf cannot be saved... It doesn't matter. Every year, the number of elves abducted ranges from a dozen to dozens. It's the same if we find a way to get them back from humans in the future."

A wizard was not something Aenarion could handle at the moment. Worrying about him like crazy was useless except for making people lose their hair. Besides, the wizard had already left the Elven Forest and did not express any great desire for the elves. Aenarion could only let him go.

Besides, there were many important matters before him, and it was far from the time for Aenarion to be distracted.

"Have all the prisoners been counted?"

Terry: "There were 114 people in total, all of them were injured, and for some reason, they didn't try to escape."