Real elves vs fake elves

All in all, this was a rare time when the people of the Phoenix Court were not "happy at the mention of war". It can only be said that whether it was humans or elves, they were all excited and happy when invading and plundering others, but when it was their turn, they were as if their parents had died.

"You said you couldn't contact Asuyan either?"

Listening to Sister Phoenix's report, Aenarion couldn't help but frown.

He had been unable to successfully call upon Asuryan during the battle with the Sea King. At that time, he did not take the matter to heart. His only thought was to quickly resolve the issue at hand. He had no confidence at all as to how long the elves of Lothern could withstand the murloc tide that was like a landslide and tsunami.

After finding himself unable to contact Asuryan twice in a row, Aenarion simply gave up the idea of ​​continuing to contact him and instead focused on the battle without being distracted.

After the war, Aenarion finally began to think about this issue, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. After finding Sister Phoenix and asking her about it, he felt that something was wrong.

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"As a god, why would he suddenly not respond to his own divine choice...what is the reason?"

Because of the lack of relevant information and experience, Aenarion directly chose to ask experts in this area. As the Phoenix Sister chosen by two different gods, she should have a deep understanding of this issue. After all, in this world, there are not many people like the Phoenix Sister with double red sticks.

"This kind of thing... I don't know much about it." Sister Phoenix frowned and fell into inexplicable thought, "And my Lord has no intention of disappearing. I can still receive the corresponding blessings when I pray to him, that is..."

"It just became very mechanical, like an ignorant machine, without any emotional communication."

After saying this, the Phoenix Sister looked up at Aenarion with a solemn expression: "Sir, in terms of the connection between you and the gods, your relationship with the gods is far more important than mine. You should be able to feel this characteristic more."

Aenarion: "That is the problem. You were able to get Asuryan's response through your prayers, but I cannot communicate with this bird now."

Perhaps it was because he was not pious enough, or perhaps his identity as the chosen one of God was in doubt. In short, any believer of Asuryan could have a weak connection with it, but now Aenarion could not get in touch with this chicken no matter what.

Highlight a weirdness.

After thinking for a while and finding that he had no intention of going crazy, Aenarion looked at Sister Phoenix and said, "You will try to contact Asuryan from now on. This will be the top priority. If you succeed in contacting the Phoenix God, please inform me immediately."

Sister Phoenix should be, as a big figure who may become the Pope in the future, she is much more anxious than Aenarion. After all, her future is tied to the Phoenix Court. If anyone causes trouble for the Phoenix Court, she will really fight those bastards to the death.

After leaving the Phoenix Temple, Aenarion and his secret team began to patrol the entire city. Although the city had suffered a brutal siege, 99% of the battles took place in the dock area. The grand port that was almost completed was now more than half destroyed. Whenever he thought of this problem, even with Aenarion's self-restraint, he was so angry that his teeth were clenched.

These damn bastards will never know how to write the word "quiet"!

The elves along the way all gave way and saluted when they saw their king. Even though there was no such requirement and etiquette in the Phoenix Court, it could not stop them from doing so with full respect. After all, although the productivity of this world was quite high, it was still a feudal world after all, with an astonishing amount of unnecessary red tape, especially for the elves who had nothing to do after eating. The elves also often regarded this red tape as an honor and used it to look down on those "upstarts" who came later.

Although he really despised the red tape in his heart, for the sake of his reputation and honor as a king, Aenarion still responded to the commoners' greetings one by one in a very standard manner, with his movements being impeccable and elegant. Of course, even if Aenarion did something wrong, the etiquette would immediately be based on Aenarion's movements as the latest standard.

After inspecting several districts, Aenarion finally had a clear picture of Lothern's current situation. The losses were not small, but far more than just a broken bone. After a period of reconstruction and resumption of production, this magnificent port city would be able to recover quickly.

"Sir, the people are greatly encouraged by your inspection. I believe that everyone will be able to return to production and life soon. The corresponding losses caused by the fishman invasion have also been counted. The city hall has sorted out the relevant reconstruction plan and is ready for your review at any time."

Less than a day had passed since the end of the war, and the city hall had almost completed all the related work. This efficiency was incredibly amazing.

Listening to Speaker Catherine's report, Aenarion turned to look at the woman, then smiled and shook his head.

"Chairwoman Catherine, I know you are very capable, but I didn't expect you to be this capable. I also didn't expect that group of public officials would be so willing to cooperate with you."

This simple sentence that seemed like a compliment instantly made Speaker Catherine feel a little uneasy. It can only be said that it is worthy of the characteristics of an elf, and it is easy to have wild thoughts.

"Okay, now that we've seen the upper part of the city, we should go check out the lower part of the city."

"That is where the essential wealth of our Lothern has been developed to this day."

Chapter 149 The Last Piece of the Orc Puzzle - Myconid

A famous gang member once said that if a gang wants to grow and become strong, it must be ruthless, righteous, and have enough members.

Aenarion didn't know if he was righteous enough, and he might not have enough people, but he was definitely cruel enough.

Of course, in addition to the above three points, having enough money is also essential. It is said that a penny can make a hero fall. As soon as he came to this world, Aenarion began to rack his brains to think of ways to make money.

After years of hard work, Lothern has developed to the present day. Although he is not rich, he can be said to have enough food and clothing and even has some money.

After this tragic battle to defend the city, naturally

It's time to check whether the safety of his parents who provide him with food and clothing is assured.

Of course, there is another thing besides this, which is to see if the last piece of the puzzle to complete the green orcs is in place.

After passing through a not very hidden tunnel gate and going straight up and down for a while, when the air underground began to become turbid and caused discomfort to the elves, they finally arrived at their destination.

Because the underground environment is not suitable for the elves to survive, there are not many staff here, and the shifts are frequently divided. In short, the salary is high, the benefits are many, and the working hours are short, but the number of people willing to come and work is incredibly small, which makes people feel puzzled.

"Sir, the fluorescent mushroom forest has not suffered any damage, and any fighting on the ground has not been transmitted here at all."

When Aenarion walked into the fluorescent mushroom forest, a dark-skinned elf came over and performed a complicated ceremony. As an elven race adapted to underground life, they were also the elves with the largest number of workers in the underground factories.

The races in Lothern are all-encompassing, with people of all races and colors. Every day there are many conflicts due to race, belief, and culture, which is quite a headache for the officials in the government office.

For this reason, it is understandable that Lothern has a hundred or eighty deep descendants as staff.

"What about the fluorescent spiders? How are they doing? How is the production increase plan going during this period? Lothern's second caravan has been formed. Can you guarantee sufficient supply?"

A series of questions leads to a series of answers.

The smile on the face of the Shenyi remained unchanged. "Because of the large-scale increase in the production of fluorescent mushroom forests, the number of fluorescent spiders is no longer restricted. The production capacity of fluorescent silk has increased several times. Let alone a second caravan, even if we set up another caravan, our production capacity would be more than enough."

"That's good." Aenarion nodded. "Don't follow me from here. We'll go on our own."

After saying this, Aenarion left the deep elf behind and started walking towards the depths of the fluorescent mushroom forest with his four men, a forest that even Speaker Catherine didn't bring with her.

As he watched Aenarion's solid back recede, the Deepborn's expression changed several times in succession, finally turning into a fake smile similar to the one before.

It is natural that the mission is difficult, and it is also necessary to lurk in Lothern for a long time in order to complete the mission. In order not to be exposed and cause loss of the host's property, it is understandable to choose safer ways and methods.

After sorting out the logic, Shen Yi returned to her workplace with peace of mind and continued to work hard. After all, the salary for this job was several times higher than her undercover salary. Such a good job was not easy to find, and the longer the undercover time, the better.

Aenarion and his party walked deeper and deeper into the fluorescent mushroom forest until they reached a rather hidden valley. The Phoenix King finally stopped and knocked a few times on a wall at the edge of the valley.

Soon, the sound of "knock knock knock" was heard, and it was obvious that someone responded.

After another moment, several huge figures, nearly four meters tall, slowly appeared in front of the elves. They looked strange and moved slowly. They looked like humanoid creatures but were actually not animals. After all, this wonderful world always gives birth to some inexplicable things.

"Respected...Phoenix King, we...welcome your...arrival."

The huge figure slowly half-knelt down, his voice low and slow. It was not stuttering, but pure slowness in speaking.

Behind the large figure followed a large group of creatures, some large and some small. They looked similar to the big one, but the difference in size was astonishing. The big ones were almost the same size as the big one, while the small ones were only slightly smaller than mice.

But these things, which are so different, are actually the same race.

A race called "Mushroom People".

To put it bluntly, this group of things are just a bunch of walking mushroom spirits. They are slow in movement, extremely powerful, and have a gentle personality. When they encounter danger, they just squat on the ground and pretend to be dead. Only when they are really at the point where they can't retreat will they use their almost endless strength to wave their huge fists and use "slow boxing" to resist.

But because they were so slow, this "slow punch" basically couldn't hit anyone. But if this punch really hit them, it would be no problem to kill one or two Sun Knights at once.

The so-called mushroom man is the last piece of the puzzle that Ork has completed. Once the crazy goblin who has obtained all the knowledge and heritage of the Ghostwood Witch obtains the living mushroom man, it will only be a matter of time before those violent green-skinned orcs appear.

"I am very satisfied with the cultivation of fluorescent mushrooms. You have perfectly fulfilled your promise. Tell me your requirements and I will try my best to meet them."

Although he deliberately gathered these mushroom people together, Aenarion still made these simple guys grateful to him. After all, he did pull these guys who were almost extinct from the brink of death. Comparing the two, he did owe a great favor to these mushroom spirits.

The mushroom elder pondered for a long time after hearing this. It was not because he was thinking about something complicated, but simply because his brain was slow. Even with such a slow brain, he was already the slowest among the surviving mushroom people.

The smartest and most active guy.

"We are... the Gray Tribe, but there are also... the Red Tribe outside. Although we... don't interact with each other, we are still... compatriots after all."

Gray tribe mushroom people are just ordinary giant dog urine mosses, gray and ugly, while red tribe mushroom people are the familiar red umbrellas and white poles, the kind that can move.

Aenarion: "..."

I was just thinking about gathering this group of mushroom people, but why are there still a group of red umbrellas and white poles outside? !

God knows whether the Orks can train orcs with these red umbrellas and white poles. Aenarion grinned and felt as if he was being calculated by something, and there were always unexpected mistakes.

Chapter 150 Goblin in Action

Although the mushroom people are slow in their movements and are not good at anything except eating, their mushroom cultivation skills are definitely professional among professionals, and their level is several stories higher. Through the hard work of these mushroom people, the mushroom production in the underground caves of Lothern has also been rising steadily, and finally reached a very amazing level. Not only can it be used for daily consumption by attacking the giant spiders that are attracted to light, but it can also free up a lot of mushrooms for the research of alchemy by mages.

In other words, the contribution of this group of mushroom people to Lothern is definitely not low, and they are old employees who are trustworthy.

"I agree to your request, but you have to tell me where your compatriots are." In order to prevent any unexpected situations, Aenarion decided to bring the Red Umbrellas and White Rods here. Although he didn't know what these poisonous fungi could do, as long as they could delay the appearance of the orcs, it would be a profit.

"Actually... we have been hiding in... the Moon Basin."

The words of the mushroom elders were still so slow, just like their slow race. This pitiful race's difficult journey and survival in this world was slow but firm and powerful. It can be said that they were extremely determined to move forward on the road to extinction.

Now that these pathetic guys finally saw the hope of continuing their race and even growing stronger, how could they not firmly grasp this opportunity? Dependence is fine, there is nothing wrong with being dependent on the strong. The mushroom people had always been in a state of wanting to be dependent but not being able to, which was quite pathetic.

After discovering that the elves of Lothern did not have any bad intentions towards him and others, the fungus elder decided to bring his equally pitiful fellow tribesmen over to enjoy the blessing together. This precious opportunity would be missed once it was available.

"Moon Basin? Tell me in detail, and I'll arrange for someone to pick them up right away."

The answer was straightforward, without the slightest hesitation. Aenarion knew that such matters should be dealt with sooner rather than later.

Moon Basins are distributed in the Forest of Elves. Although there are not many of them, there are definitely more than one. The basins are often inhabited by failed races such as cats. Now with the addition of a mushroom man, it can be considered a big gathering of failed races.

And because the Moon Basins were all formed by the blessing of the Moon God, these basins are all on the route of the Flower Valley Queen's grand tour. In other words, it is too late for the Fungus Elder to reveal the whereabouts of his compatriots now.

In a certain moon basin, next to the ruins of a cat-man village, is a gorgeously decorated elf camp. Although it is a temporary place, the luxury and comfort of the decoration of this camp far exceeds that of the cat-man village next to it.

"Queen, this is a delicacy specially prepared by the chef." A servant walked up to the Queen of Flower Valley with a silver plate of thick soup, his expression calm and elegant. "Although the poison of the mushroom man is very strong, after the chef's careful cooking and the neutralization of the secret ingredients, the poison has been completely removed while retaining its original fragrance."

"This is a rare delicacy. Because these walking mushrooms usually hide very deep, this raw material is very precious. If we want to find the traces of these guys, we can only use Matsutake pigs. But even with the strength of our royal court, we can't supply the consumption of a Matsutake pig."

The Queen of Flower Valley did not respond to the attendant's boasting. She just elegantly picked up the silver spoon and scooped a little soup, then put it into her mouth with a very dignified and beautiful posture. Then, even with her restrained self-control, she showed a surprised expression.

"It is indeed a rare delicacy in the world. I thought I had eaten all the delicacies in the world, but who would have thought that I would come across something that whetted my appetite."

This is what’s even more pathetic about the poisonous mushroom people. Dog urine mosses are ugly and don’t taste good, but after being carefully cooked and having their toxicity removed, the poisonous mushroom people are surprisingly delicious.

In this way, although the fungus people are a humanoid race whose intelligence far exceeds that of the goblins, they were beaten by that group of foodies into animals that are even lower than the goblins.

"What a pity! I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to eat such delicious delicacies in the future."

The Queen of Flower Valley had just sighed, but she didn't expect that the servant would speak in a way that seemed to ask for credit. Even her expression changed slightly.

"It's alright, my king. This time we captured not just one poisonous mushroom man, but an entire tribe."

"This group of toadstool people will be enough for us to eat for a long time."

And when the elves have eaten the poisonous mushroom people, it will be the time when this race will be completely destroyed.

Inside the luxurious tent, there was a small and extremely disgusting area. It was a horrible place where the living conditions were so bad that even goblins couldn't stand it.

This is where the elves placed the mushroom people and cat people. Cat people are fine, they are just treated as slaves and can still live for a few years, but mushroom people can only be treated as food and will be eaten up at any time.

The moon was high in the sky, and soon, a faint sobbing sound was heard. The cat people were crying. They didn't understand why these elves treated them like this when they were all believers of the Moon God. Because of the cat people's crying, the mushroom people also began to cry, but they were slow to react and move. They also had rich emotions like humans, and they also felt sad after seeing their compatriots being skinned alive and eaten raw.

Sadness circulated and accumulated in this small space, which was completely opposite to the hopeful and joyful laughter of the elves in the outside world. Despair and hope coexisted perfectly in this space, just a thin line apart.

"It won't be long before we reach the location of the Queen's final pilgrimage. After completing the grand ceremony there, our Queen will be able to activate the bloodline of the Light Elves and become the true supreme king of all the elves!"

An elf who looked like a team leader said this hopefully, and the elves around her looked very proud when they heard her words.

"That false Lightborn called Aenarion was incapable of stopping my king's path. My king only used a little trick to keep him busy. Without this fellow's interference, what else could stop my king?"

"What else can stop it?!"

When he was excited, the captain stood up and raised his fist high, with a fanatical expression of admiration on his face, as if he was crazy enough to go through fire and water for his queen.

Then this fanatical expression was frozen on her face forever.

An arrow with a rusty tip hit her temple and penetrated completely.

Chapter 151 If He Follows Orders, Is He Still a Knight?

The goblins who have been accumulating strength in the darkness of the Elf Forest have already accumulated enormous power, just like the Invisible Empire. Once they make a move, they will definitely make the elves look bad.

Goblins are short and thin. Although they are not that "short" compared to "short husbands", after all, "short husbands" are much "shorter", but at the same time they are not thick enough. Compared with the "short" and thick "short husbands", goblins are undoubtedly much thinner.

In other words, although everyone is equally "short", they have different fates, which makes people feel helpless.

Although the goblins transformed by Ork are no longer so "short" and have become much taller, their fighting power is still incomparable with the muscular "short husbands". However, they can easily deal with the moon elves.

The torrential rain of rusty arrows fell on the elves' camp like a torrential rain. These arrows were specially rusted by the goblins and coated with a layer of giant horned toad venom. Just a scratch on the skin would cause great pain. After a complete hit, even if the arrow was taken out, the injured would hardly escape the fate of death if it was not completely cleaned.

This cheap method of poisoning could not be considered clever. After all, rusted arrows would certainly not be able to penetrate armor. Facing enemies wearing heavy armor, such arrows would be a joke. But the Moon Elves were basically composed of unarmored or lightly armored units. Rusted arrows were a perfect match for them at this moment. This torrential rain of arrows immediately showed its power.

The first round of surprise attacks had significant results. A dozen elves fell to the ground without any defense and cried out in pain. After the remaining elves reacted, they immediately used their agility to dodge the rain of arrows. Because the goblins were not very accurate, the elves suffered almost negligible losses in this round, and they quickly found the corresponding cover and launched an effective counterattack.

The two sides began to shoot at each other under the cover of bunkers. It was a very ancient way of fighting, old-fashioned but effective.

"Captain! Our calls for help have not been responded to, and there are goblins attacking from all directions! We are surrounded!" Soon, the elf in charge of calling for help retreated to his captain's side and shouted with a slightly terrified expression, "Not only us, but everyone outside is calling for help! We are nailed here and cannot move. If the goblins increase their attacks in a certain direction, then our defense circle will be breached in an instant!"

"What about the king? What instructions did the king give?"

Messenger: "The king wants us to try to break out!"

The captain was stunned, as if he had heard an incredible answer: "What? Breakout? Us?!"

As he was speaking, a loud roar attracted everyone's attention. The captain and the messenger turned their heads at the same time to look in the direction where the sound came from. There, thick smoke was billowing straight into the sky. Even in the dark night, it was like a soul-stirring dragon winding up.