Real elves vs fake elves

"How is it? Has the lord given any new instructions?" A wounded soldier spoke, his injured arm in a sling and a shocking scar on his thigh. It was obvious that being on the battlefield was not as simple as pretending.

Hearing this, the woman who was surrounded by the crowd showed a sad expression: "Your Excellency's city and her army are gone... Those damn goblins are simply unstoppable. We were completely wiped out in less than two hours of fighting..."

Everyone: "..."

Asshole! Then what on earth are we doing here, framing and luring the enemy? !

Seeing the people with angry expressions in their eyes, the woman quickly spoke to comfort them: "Our work is not meaningless. For example... um... that..."

Once the appeasement was started, it was impossible to appease anymore.

My old employer is gone, so it doesn't make sense to say that my work is meaningful at this time!

For a moment, this dark corner fell into an eerie silence.

Guji.

A strange voice broke the silence. The voice came from an Order Spirit. This furry, fluorescent creature had somehow come here and was looking at everyone with curiosity.

Seeing this little thing, an elf naturally hugged the Spirit of Order into his arms.

"I have decided to go after the Weird Phoenix Sect. Even though we have been avoiding it for so long, we can see that only the Lightborn named Aenarion can guide the elves in the future."

"The Queen of Flower Valley thought that she could become the King of Elves naturally by becoming a Descendant of Light, but what is the reality? If the identity of a Descendant of Light was really that useful, she would have knelt before Aenarion long ago."

"Our master thought she could maneuver between the various elven forces with ease and form alliances, but what was the reality? After the Goblin craze arrived, the famous scholars under her command did not play any role at all."

"Now, the forces in the Elf Forest have either surrendered to the Phoenix King's Court or been overwhelmed by the Goblin craze. There is no third choice. Our defeat is only a matter of time."

The low-pressure words made the silence even more silent. I don't know how much time has passed, and this group of people have dispersed tacitly, and it is unknown whether this group of people will gather again.

Such episodes are actually everywhere in this camp. Because the power expanded too quickly and too many messy people joined in a short period of time, the elves in the Phoenix King Court were far from working together, and they were completely holding their own agenda. If there was no big elf to suppress them, they would not be able to work in the same direction.

Aenarion knew about this, the important people of Lothern knew about it, the monks of the Phoenix Temple knew about it, and the common people under the Phoenix Court knew about it even more, but everyone tacitly agreed not to say anything more about it, as if this problem did not exist at all.

The light in the sky dimmed again, and as the sun set, the goblins' offensive intensified again.

In the past two days, the goblins' attacks at night have been several times stronger than those during the day, as if they were intentionally consuming the elves' resources. No one knew what they were planning.

Amid the goblin frenzy, the goblin commander hiding in the dark couldn't help but brighten his eyes when he realized that the elves did not fire flash bombs at fixed times like they did in the previous two days.

Finally, the plan that has been planned for so long can finally be effectively used!

"Remove all the mutant goblins! Release the wyverns! The target is the gate of the elven castle. Even if that brainless bastard dies, he must break through that damn castle!!!"

Along with the roar of the goblin commander, with a piercing roar, a two-legged flying dragon that was much smaller than a dragon, but more ferocious and terrifying, suddenly flew into the sky. There were several thick iron chains on its legs and neck. Obviously, only iron chains and sticks could make this brainless monster obedient for a short time.

Roar! ! !

Along with this piercing cry, the two-legged dragon slammed into the gate of the elven castle in an extremely indecent manner. Its sturdy body smashed into the gate and the wall, causing the originally extremely solid defense facilities to emit a terrifying muffled sound, as if

It could collapse at any time.

This damn monster, even in terms of brute force alone, has reached an incredible level.

Chapter 161: Phoenix Royal Court Begins Strategic Retreat

The wyvern banged on the door frantically with its clumsy body. Its brute force was unmatched. However, cracks appeared on the iron-clad door in a short while. Even if the elves tried their best to repair it from the inside, the door could not escape the fate of being smashed directly.

On the city wall, the elves switched to heavy armor-piercing arrows and fired desperately. The wyvern's scaly skin covered with toxic oils could certainly prevent a large amount of damage, but it was soon covered in wounds when facing the elves' precise shooting.

As the injuries accumulated to a certain extent, even the wyvern, which had a dull sense of pain, knew that it could no longer allow the elves to shoot it. Its walnut-sized brain quickly came to a conclusion based on biological instinct.

Now it should do something to delay the passing of its own life.

It opened its bloody mouth and effortlessly sucked large pieces of goblin into its mouth as if sucking water, without even chewing, and it went straight into its lungs. And with this amazing action, the wounds on the damn monster's body began to recover at an astonishing speed.

This damned chaotic creature always has all kinds of disgusting abilities, which are not distinguished by species, but different individuals can draw different abilities. Some simply have smelly saliva, but some can draw a special code to get a terrifying rebirth. This characteristic also reflects the unquantifiable and uncertain nature of chaos.

As for this two-legged dragon in front of him, he had no idea what kind of luck it had that allowed it to draw the terrifying rebirth. It could devour a large number of corpses on the battlefield and achieve amazing rebirth effects.

"If this goes on, won't there be endless night raids?" Seeing the Wyvern's cheating rebirth, an elf commander couldn't help but be shocked. "And the city gate is about to be breached. Notify the soldiers to prepare for street fighting later."

"But we can't just leave such a big thing alone. Let's go down and try to chop it off first. You use the heavy axe to behead it and I use the halberd to contain it. A thing without a head can't survive. This isn't a real Chaos Monster."

The two commanders formulated the combat plan in a few words and went downstairs while muttering to themselves.

"It's been a few days, and there's still no sign of reinforcements. Lord Daxi is in charge of this defense zone, right? Could something have happened? Has the reinforcements been defeated?"

"You're right, it's possible. According to the recent performance of this group of goblins, they may really adopt the tactic of surrounding a point and attacking the reinforcements. But I don't know if the goblins have any mages. If they don't have any mages, wouldn't it be a dead end if they run into Lord Daxi's army?"

Because of magic, the tactics of this world are similar to those of the Shame Ball in some places, but also different in some places. The most obvious is the mage, who has the firepower of an artillery battalion alone. The Neroth is like an aircraft carrier formation walking on land. The army without mages and the army with mages are two completely different concepts.

...At the same time, Daxi's reinforcements...

This is a fully equipped thousand-man team. There are currently six thousand-man teams in the Phoenix Royal Court that can fight on the front line, responsible for rear defense and logistics. There are a total of 14 thousand-man teams for public security. Although the thousand-man teams in the rear have the name of a thousand-man team, most of them have a number of to people, and four of them are even just skeleton divisions with only to people.

The decline in the quality of soldiers caused by the hasty expansion of the army was inevitable, but due to the insane militia policy of the Lothern elves, the decline in the quality of the soldiers of the Phoenix Court was extremely limited. At least, enforcing orders and prohibitions was not a problem at all.

Looking at the piles of goblin corpses in front of him that looked like small hills, Daxi frowned and thought.

It looks like this group of goblins wants to attack for reinforcements?

But when fighting against reinforcements, why not bring a mage along?

It was like we bumped into each other out of nowhere.

If the goblins really made some strategic mistakes, it was none of her business.

"Keep advancing and rush to the rescue site as quickly as possible. That may be where the main force of the goblins is."

Following Daxi's command, the speed of this group of elves increased a bit.

As the night ended and the sun rose, the devastated border fortress finally appeared before Daxi's eyes.

Looking at the ground covered with goblin corpses, Daxi's expression changed drastically.

The Goblins here...

All dead.

A huge number of ordinary goblins and the corpses of various mutant goblins laid out a thick layer that was almost invisible on the ground. A dozen or so giant troll corpses lay beside a collapsed wall, and those corpses still exuded the unique stench from the depths of the swamp.

The gate of the fortress was wide open, as if it had been violently smashed open by some terrifying monster. When they walked in, they saw a headless wyvern corpse lying about ten meters inside the gate. A broken halberd was stuck on the corpse, and the neck of the monster was obviously chopped off by a heavy axe.

Just from these simple clips, we can imagine what kind of terrible bloody battle took place here.

But the reason why Daxi was so frightened was obviously not this horrific bloody battle.

All the goblins here are dead, so it is obvious that her judgment is wrong. This is not the main force of goblins at all.

The direction in which you are.

Some rather scary words quickly emerged in Da Xi's mind, such as "luring the tiger away from the mountain, leaving the middle door wide open".

At this moment, a voice suddenly appeared in Daxi's mind. She was very familiar with this voice. It was the sarcastic voice of Nelos, the court mage of the Phoenix Court.

"It doesn't matter. You won't be punished for the ridiculous conclusions you draw from your limited brain capacity, although your idea that the main force of the goblins returned to this place is ridiculous. It also reveals a clear stupidity to spend half a day preparing a thousand-man team and then rush here desperately. But it doesn't matter. Our great, huge, and gigantic Phoenix King has already defined this encounter as a collision due to poor reconnaissance and ineffective intelligence on both sides."

"Don't focus on your own little piece of land now. The work of accommodating refugees in the frontline camps has been basically completed. The Phoenix King's Court has issued an order for a comprehensive strategic contraction. You must retract your fists before you strike out. Now you have only one mission, and that is to lead all the refugees who have been accommodated back safely. That's all."

Although it was just a series of very ordinary-sounding instructions, it made Da Xi's face turn pale and blue, which was quite ugly.

Similar orders were issued throughout the Phoenix Court. Each commander received different orders, but the same thing was that all of them had very ugly faces due to Nellos' sarcasm.

This chief wizard really didn't care how bad her reputation was within the Phoenix Court. Apart from Aenarion, no one in the entire court wanted to communicate with her, except for her poor apprentices.

Chapter 162: Aenarion Seeks Answers

All warriors in the Phoenix Royal Court were in the highest state of mobilization. Those who could wield a sword were on high alert, with some nervous souls even waking up three times a night.

The elves in Lothern heard different news almost every day. In their worldview, the entire Elven Forest was gradually falling, and only the Phoenix Court was left. Although they had absolute confidence in Aenarion and the armaments of the Phoenix Court, they were inevitably worried under the Goblins' almost unstoppable offensive.

The once bustling pub is now deserted. The tavern owner is wiping the wine glass in his hand out of boredom. Looking at the two or three kittens sitting by the table, he can't help but sigh.

War really affects business.

The boss is a cat man, who sold his assets in his hometown and decided to come to Lothern to try his luck. It must be said that this place is really a good place to venture out. In just less than a year, the cat boss has earned more money than the sum of his first half of his life. But things don't always go as planned. This damn war can never be dissipated. Almost all the elves were mobilized, and a large number of cat people were also mobilized. After losing these two major markets, the cat boss's business can be said to have plummeted.

Looking at the two tables of humans and dwarves, the cat boss frowned slightly.

The dwarves are a bunch of troublemakers. You never know what will happen and you may step on their landmines. But they are really rich, very rich.

Humans are even worse, they can't even guarantee the excellent quality of their customers being "rich", and they are only slightly better than dwarves in terms of being troublesome.

Now these two groups of "inferior customers" are talking loudly in this pub. Because there are no other guests, their voices seem to be particularly loud.

Listening to the two groups' groundless chatter, Boss Cat's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and he seemed to want to say something but stopped himself several times. Even the strength of his hands when wiping the cups became a little stronger.

Just when Boss Cat felt that his self-restraint could no longer withstand the extreme bragging, the bell on the Phoenix Temple suddenly rang, and the dull bass echoed throughout the city. Upon hearing this sound, Boss Cat's eyes lit up, and he disappeared from the spot with a thud, and the scimitar hanging on the wall also disappeared at the same time.

But Boss Cat's last words still echoed throughout the tavern.

"Wife, help me look after the store..."

"Watching the store..."

"shop……"

As the guy's voice disappeared, a huge orange cat that looked like a little tiger squeezed out from the kitchen, cursing in her mouth in a very ugly voice.

"Damn Goblins, I'll kill you all once I find your lair. It's a capital crime to delay my business!"

The cat owner's actions shocked not only the giant orange cat, but also the two tables of guests. The human guests were shocked for a long time before they stammered, "What the hell, he disappeared in a flash?!"

The dwarf was even more impressive: "What the hell, that cat-man just now turned into a giant orange cat in the blink of an eye?!"

After staring at each other for a while, Nicholas, the human guest, spoke again with lingering fear: "I thought I was a capable fighter, but now it seems that I can't even keep up with the speed of a cat man."

"My goodness, at this speed, if this cat-man attacks me by surprise, I might not be able to react in time..."

Orlando shook his head when he heard this, knowing that Nicholas, who was originally arrogant, had been hit hard along the way. Although this guy had always pretended to be a pig in human society, he had positioned himself as a tiger. After arriving in Lothern, Nicholas suddenly discovered that he was not pretending to be a pig.

, I am actually a real pig.

It seems like I can't defeat any elf here...

Of course, according to the unique setting that the human lords have an attack and defense of 100, and the elves and vampires have an attack and defense of 130, Nicholas was not that shocked, but now after seeing the agility of a certain cat, the shock was indeed a bit big. (And the dragonborn lord has an attack and defense of 100, which is strange, because according to the attack and defense of the dragonborn mage lord, the Dragon Emperor Champion Warrior should be a monster with an attack and defense of about 150.)

"I think this is why your brother wants you to build good relations with this place. Nowadays, all human forces generally despise... no, they should be disapproving of elves. If you can gain the friendship of such an amazing force, it will definitely be an amazing help to your future career development."

Orlando comforted him with a few words. Although his agility and martial arts may not be as good as the elves, his natural strength and invulnerable physique allow him to face all problems calmly.

Humanity’s first warrior is no joke.

"I can see that. I will prepare well for the meeting this afternoon. Don't worry. After so many years of training, I am very good at pleasing people. I have everything except shamelessness."

Orlando fell silent again and began to drink his wine sip by sip. He had long seen what kind of person this guy was. The thriving ambition within him could not be concealed by his poor acting skills.

After all, he is far inferior to his brother.

The dwarf who was sitting at a table next to the two humans was still discussing the cat-man turning into a cat. And because of his extremely loud voice, the proprietress was so furious that her entire body began to stand on end.

…At the same time, on the top floor of the White Tower…

Here, all the important military and political figures of the Phoenix Court have gathered together, except for Aenarion. The people here can fully represent the original will of the Phoenix Court. As long as they can reach a consensus, the terrifying chariot of the Phoenix Court will move forward in that direction without hesitation.

Of course, if Aenarion wasn't here, the group would never be able to reach a consensus.

"The goblin's lair is not in this world, so the warriors cannot find that place. Even if they attack the city, they cannot hurt these little monsters. This is the fundamental reason why Aenarion ordered a strategic retreat."

The person sitting in the position representing the supreme leader at this time was Neros. Such behavior naturally made a group of people extremely unhappy, but because this guy was announcing Aenarion's decision at this moment, it represented the will of the Phoenix King to a certain extent, so these important people had to accept it with a pinch of their noses.

As an elf, Nelos could naturally guess what these people were thinking, so this sister became more and more arrogant and complacent, making these people very angry.

"Conversely, the goblin's lair is not in the Netherworld, so our mages have no way to deal with it. The lair of these bastards is located in the gap between the Netherworld and reality, and it is impossible to reach it through conventional means."

"So our Highness Aenarion decided to go to a place with the same setting to try to find the answer, and that place is the legendary lost royal court - the Golden Bell Royal Court."

Chapter 163: Sad Woman

The Golden Bell Court, a tragic court created by the dream of the god of death, is considered a desperate situation by many people due to its peculiarity. If Aenarion did not have a deep understanding of this force in advance, he would not have had any idea of ​​making friends with this group of ghouls.

Now, in the "capital" of the Golden Bell Court, the land of Khorne's ecstasy forged by thousands of bones, once one of the proudest cities of the elves, in front of the promised land called Avalon, an elf stood among a pile of zombies, looking so out of place.

Most of the ghouls behind Aenarion were over three meters tall, and they were not as skinny as ordinary ghouls. Instead, they were fat and strong, and as powerful as a Sun Knight who could punch one. Standing among this group of monsters, those with a bad mentality would probably release the Ultimate Bladder Sword on the spot.

"Hello." After a long time, a tall and thin ghoul with wings walked out of the palace made of skulls. This was the maid of the Queen of the Golden Bell, known as one of the most beautiful beauties in the Golden Bell Court. She was praised by the ghouls for the touching story of how she caused a male elf who had mistakenly entered (fleeing) to commit suicide for love (was frightened to death).

"The Queen has decided to meet you. Please prepare yourself. This will be one of the honors of your life."

Aenarion nodded, and tidied up his already perfect appearance with great dignity, then followed the tall ghoul into the Skull Palace.

The moment the door opened, a chilling wind blew straight into the bone marrow. If you didn't know, you would think this was some kind of terrifying devil's cave. After walking in the dark corridor for a while, until a door with skulls carved all over it, the tall ghoul stopped and made a "please" gesture.

"The Queen is inside. She has ordered that only you are allowed to enter."

Aenarion nodded and stepped directly into the strange palace.