Real elves vs fake elves

This place, which had been closed to the outside world for a long time and contained many secrets, finally opened its mysterious door to him.

The gorgeous decorations in the palace immediately caught Aenarion's eye. He had already prepared himself mentally, so he was not surprised by the huge contrast between the scene in front of him and the outside world.

The outside world was so gloomy and spooky, but the inside was as luxuriously decorated as an ordinary elven royal court. If it weren't for the slightly different architectural style from that of modern elves, Aenarion would have really thought that this was just an ordinary elven lady's boudoir.

"Aenarion..." The elven lady in the layers of gauze spoke, her voice was melodious and full of nobility, not the weird scream of a ghoul at all, "You really do know what's going on here."

Aenarion said nothing, but he knew exactly who was behind those layers of veils.

After all, it's a Zero-level story, so men either have their hair covering their faces or are muscular uncles with a belly. But women are definitely treated with unparalleled privileges. Even the Lord of the Dead who can command many ghouls must be a gloomy and sickly big sister. In contrast, if it's a male Lord of the Dead, then at most he's just a skeleton, with a gem on his skull and a cloak or something, and there's no essential difference between him and his subordinates.

There's nothing you can do about it, Zero Fan is just so discriminatory.

"There are so many caravans coming and going. I have heard from them about the miracles you created in the outside world. I also know about the difficulties you encountered... Although I really want to help you, you should also know that my men cannot leave this place. Even I... cannot leave this palace even a step."

"I am the wedge that fixes this space in reality. This may be my only role as the chosen one of the God of Death." Slowly walking out of the gauze curtain, a tall, pale and sickly beauty appeared in front of Inarion. She was plain-looking, but had long legs, which was very suitable for some people.

"I have thought about giving up countless times. I have thought about pulling out this wedge and letting this space wander forever in the Netherworld. But I am unwilling to give up hope, even if this hope is as slim as a candle flame, which can be extinguished by any gust of wind."

Still Aenarion said nothing.

The situation the queen is facing now is like the boss painting a rosy picture for the employees, and the employees who believed in the rosy picture took out loans at their own expense, and were unwilling to give up even when their spirits were about to collapse. What's even more tragic is that the rosy picture was painted by the desperate employees themselves.

That so-called hope did not exist from the beginning.

But Aenarion could not say these words. When faced with similar situations, he was neither ruthless nor cruel enough.

"I already know what you are talking about. If you want to roam between the Netherworld and the real world, you must have a wedge as powerful as me between the two worlds. As long as you find that wedge, you can find the goblin's nest."

"If you want to get rid of these little monsters once and for all, you only need to pull out this wedge, and these little monsters will be torn apart by the two worlds and transformed into strange energy wandering between the two worlds."

"Beyond this, I can't give you any more help."

The voice of the Queen of the Golden Bells was very soft, far less majestic and domineering than that of the queen in the legend. It was very likely that the long period of loneliness made her urgently need someone to confide in. It didn't matter even if Aenarion said nothing. She just needed a channel to vent.

Among a group of weird and erratic ghouls, there is an immortal elven chosen one. Not to mention the responsibilities of the prologue, this scene alone is enough to make some people completely collapse.

In the quiet palace, there was only the calm narration of a lonely queen and the quiet and silent listening of a king.

At some point, the palace gate was closed again. The heavy iron gate engraved with skulls once again isolated this luxurious palace from the outside world. Inside, a desperate soul was pursuing the illusory hope like a moth to a flame.

Following the tall ghoul, Aenarion remained silent, but the ghoul was different. It seemed that he sensed that the queen's mood had improved a lot, and the ghoul also changed his previous gloomy tone.

"It's been a long time since the Queen has spoken so much to anyone, and she has been hiding behind those gauze curtains. Everyone is worried about her... But it doesn't matter. I can feel that she is in a much better mood."

"I think you have already gotten the answer you wanted from the Queen...The Queen's wisdom is amazing. She will definitely point out the way forward for your confusion."

"Finally, I hope you can come here more often, King of the Outside World."

Chapter 164: Bait tactics are old-fashioned, but also very effective

A gold coin with a skull printed on it rotated flexibly back and forth at the fingertips. This gold coin was the currency printed by the Golden Bell King's Court thousands of years ago. Because of its exquisite craftsmanship and sufficient weight, it was very popular among elves and even other races. Only dwarves could despise it for its craftsmanship.

This is the gift that the Queen of the Golden Bells just gave to Aenarion. This kind of gold coin is becoming increasingly rare in the outside world, and it is enough to be called an antique. To the outside world, its collection value has far exceeded its original value.

"Pathetic woman."

The gold coins slid smoothly into Aenarion's pocket. After thinking for a whole day, Aenarion finally gave the Queen of the Admiralty Court a fitting evaluation.

"Sir, have you gotten the answer you wanted from the Queen of the Golden Bell?" A Sword Master of the White Tower asked cautiously beside Aenarion. This person was naturally one of the four secret leaders. Only the four of them were accompanying them on this trip.

The staff traveled very lightly.

"No, I was basically just an audience listening to the old lady's chatter." Aenarion smiled. "The information was all what I already knew. I thought I could get something different, but who knew that she, as the person involved, didn't know more than me."

"It's easy to pull out the wedge, but first I have to figure out where the wedge is. The wedge itself is in the gap between the mortal world and the netherworld. If I can't find the goblin's hiding place, then I can't pull out the wedge. But if I don't pull out the wedge, then I can't find the goblin's hiding place."

"This is a complicated problem, isn't it?"

Aenarion's words made the four secret leaders behind him look tangled. No one could have expected that a mere goblin could cause such trouble.

Ordinary sieges are completely meaningless to the goblins. There is no telling whether the large number of casualties can be replenished quickly by the other side. These damn bastards cannot be viewed with a normal eye. The only way to get rid of these damn monsters is to behead them.

The prerequisite for beheading is to find where the "head" is.

"For us, the best way to defeat the goblins is to behead them. Destroying their logistics base is the best option. The endless stream of goblins is a headache for everyone, but as long as we stop producing goblins in large numbers, the limited number of goblins will only be a minor trouble for us. We have nothing to fear at all."

"In contrast, there is a force in a similar situation. The development of this force is due to a certain man. The unity of this force is also due to a certain man. Because of a certain man's call, this force has exploded with astonishing combat power. This combat power is so strong that it can even compete with the endless stream of goblins."

There was no exaggeration or flattery just because he was talking about himself. Aenarion was very clear about his own position and strength.

"So for the goblins, the best way to get rid of this difficult force is to behead them. And one day, this man suddenly decided to go on a mission with a light package. He happened to not bring any troops with him, and happened to be quite far away from the city of the Phoenix Court. He happened to not bring any magicians with him. With such a rare opportunity, even if he knew it was a trap, how could he not give it his all?"

Aenarion's words made the four kings shudder. They stared in amazement at their king's expression, which remained unchanged from beginning to end, and finally he broke into a smile that was uglier than crying.

It's really annoying to meet a boss who doesn't take his life seriously.

"Then... sir, if that group of goblins want to attack, when should they show up?" Mi Tousi did not dare to be negligent and asked humbly. After all, this was a matter concerning work and life and death and he could not be negligent.

"If it were me, I would definitely choose tonight... But it's hard to say, maybe they will choose daytime? After all, the goblins' night vision ability is still inferior to ours."

"You see, we have now left the Golden Bell Court. We are still quite far away from the nearest military station of the Phoenix Court. If we choose to attack here, it would be a good choice."

As if it was really an agreement, just as Aenarion finished his words, a strange black light suddenly appeared in this space, as if it had drilled out directly from a dark and deep cave. A monster with a dark body and spots on it like cosmic stars emerged out of thin air, and its long and thin limbs danced disgustingly fast. Its body was irregularly bloated and huge, but the relatively small and insignificant abominable limbs supported this huge body.

Monster. If we have to find a word to describe this thing, then only "monster" can be used appropriately.

"Ah, so this thing is the wedge that the goblins use to travel through the world? The Ghost Wood Witch back then was really a disgusting thing. How did she come up with so many things? It's like an abominable shadow made of a pile of useless waste. Putting aside the practicality, this aesthetic is really hardcore."

After giving this monster a sharp review, Aenarion drew his sword and prepared for battle. In order to be a good bait, he did not call out Neros or even Indrognir, fearing that the enemy would be afraid to attack him.

It now seems that the tactic of luring has been successful, but I don’t know whether the tactic of removing the wedge can be equally successful.

Looking up at the huge dark monster that almost covered the sky, and the light flowing on its body like the cosmic light, Aenarion's expression remained unchanged, and he looked extraordinary and heroic, as if he was looking at the emperor on Douyin of the magnetic field, and his coolness was about to overflow.

On the other hand, deep inside the black monster, a pair of eyes were also staring at Aenarion, as if two people were looking at each other across space.

Orc, once an elf, now the overlord of goblins.

The name of the past had long been abandoned, but after seeing the heroic and extraordinary elf, Oak's heart was still hurt.

Back then, before I was subjected to the soul-sucking experiment by the Ghost Wood Witch, I seemed to be such a handsome and extraordinary elf...

The same level of handsome face, the same perfect body. The so-called difference is just "Ah! It's a pigeon! I want to give birth to a baby pigeon!" and "

Good brother! Drink up this bowl! Hahahaha!"

It's not much different.

"I saw a shadow of my past in that guy. He is indeed the ruler of the Forest of Elves. If he had become famous a few years earlier, I might not have known about this... Never mind."

Oak smiled and shook his head, then turned to look at the giant goblins that were so strong and deformed behind him.

"I'll leave it to you, my brothers."

Chapter 165: Fight! (Close-up)

Based on the experimental notes of the Witch of Ghost Wood, and with the inference and extension of Oak's own amazing wisdom, the biological level of the goblins has developed to an astonishing level. The splicing of different parts between species is just like putting together a puzzle, and there is no need for immunosuppressants, which are unknown in the magical world.

The "brothers" behind Oak are his masterpieces. Their physical fitness and combat skills have reached the limit of what Oak can achieve. They are the strongest warriors the goblins can produce at this time. They are the strongest among the strong who are absolutely unstoppable.

But no one knows whether these strong men can stop the big elf below.

"Hey, hey, hey, brother. You've heard of Aenarion's bad reputation. It's not that I don't believe you, but if you let us go on like this, do you have the confidence?"

It was obvious that the goblin giants were not confident enough in their own fighting abilities. They had every reason to believe that even if they were tied together, they would not be enough to defeat Aenarion.

"I know." Oak was still confident, "So, I prepared... mother's... meat for you."

"That's right. It's meat, not blood. Each of you will be given 10 kilograms of meat. You should know very well how much this will strengthen you."

The seemingly simple words stunned the brothers, and just as they were stunned, a giant obese woman lying on a wheelchair came to the front of them under the effort of hundreds of goblins. The woman's limbs had been amputated long ago, and her facial features were gone, but at this moment she seemed to feel something, her body trembled with fear, and sweat and disgusting body fluids mixed with grease kept oozing out of her skin.

This woman, whom the goblins called "Mother", was the culprit who created them. She was the chief wizard of the elves, known as the "Ghost Wood Witch". She possessed extraordinary magical powers and amazing wisdom, and was a prodigy who almost created a whole new race.

"You will not die well... You will not die well... You will not die well..."

A mosquito-like sound came from this giant body. Upon closer inspection, it was found that half of the body was sewn onto the Ghost Wood Witch in a very incongruous posture. The owner of this half of the body was naturally the previously captured Queen of Flower Valley.

The two sisters who have been fighting for a lifetime have now "reconciled" in this way. It can only be said that fate is something that mortals cannot defy.

"You're going to die a miserable death? I'm just repeating what you did to me... In fact, compared to the pain I went through, the torture you went through was only one tenth of it. I'm only talking about the physical torture."

Looking at the two women who were no longer as stunning as before, Oak's smile became a little strange, as if he remembered something again.

However, the memory only lasted for a moment. With a wave of his hand, the insignificant memory disappeared in an instant.

"Begin distributing the meat! Remember, each person should take 10 kilograms. The meat chosen by the Moon Goddess that I have prepared for so many years is not that tasty. Your limit is 10 kilograms."

Along with his voice, the goblins were able to hear the sound of swords swinging and chewing. All the horrible sounds mixed together, making people shudder.

At the same time, Aenarion outside the field looked at the giant monster, narrowed his eyes, and gestured to the four people behind him.

He didn't want the several cadres he had trained with great difficulty to die in the aftermath of the battle. That would be a real loss.

After receiving the order, the four secret leaders retreated directly without further nagging. Inarion's opinion, there was one good thing about this group of people, that is, they knew their position very well and would not nag for no reason when necessary.

While he was thinking, a big hole suddenly appeared on the body of the huge monster. Along with this huge mouth that looked like an abyss, a large number of goblins gushed out. The amount of goblins was extremely astonishing, like an inexplicable tsunami that could easily wipe out everything.

"The number is meaningless, but it can delay long enough."

After muttering something casually, Aenarion drew his sword and charged towards the goblin horde without hesitation. His sword, which never got dull, swung out a startling cold light. With this sword dance whose attack was impossible to see, large numbers of goblins were swept down in an instant. Due to the absolute gap, they had no power to resist at all.

"Firestorm!"

With the gathering of massive magical energy, violent power gathered in one place, and under the unstoppable sweep, large groups of goblins skipped the burning step and turned into ashes. The terrifying high temperature burned the earth, and in just a moment, the ground burned by the flames storm turned into a pure inorganic aggregate.

In that night attack; group six, nine four nine three' six one three ⑤ piled up into a small mountain of ashes

Above, Aenarion stood tall, as if he had not been attacked at all.

"Don't these guys know that I can defend against any attack? And this kind of large-scale spell obviously has no effect on me."

Aenarion frowned, not knowing what the other party wanted to do. This gust of wind seemed to have no meaning other than making him feel cooler.

As he pondered, Aenarion thrust the Snake King's Fang behind him, and on the hot dusty ground, the sword sank to the hilt because of this careless throw.

With this simple action, a scream came from the direction where Aenarion threw the sword. It was obvious that there was a traitor hiding under the hot dust, and Aenarion gave the traitor a hard blow.

So, what exactly do these goblins want to do?

With a hook of his index finger, the Snake King's Fang returned to Aenarion's hand very consciously, so obedient.

At this moment, a strong wind suddenly blew up, and the violent force raised a large amount of hot dust. The dust still had an astonishing amount of heat. If ordinary creatures entered the strong wind, they would soon end up like the flying ashes.

As Aenarion pondered, he swung his sword casually. With this simple action, another howl was heard in the blinding wind. It was obvious that another traitor had lost his dream.

So, what on earth are these goblins doing? !

The strong wind stopped, but the flying ashes that followed were not so easy to fall. In the haze, two extremely majestic figures slowly appeared in front of Aenarion.

Looking at those two creatures that were so strong that they hardly looked like goblins, Aenarion's brows finally relaxed. Although he was confused, the enemy had at least revealed his identity, right?

Although he didn't know what the enemy's previous intentions were, Aenarion could see the enemy's current intentions at a glance.

That is,

war!

Chapter 166 Encirclement and Counter-encirclement

"Even if they eat the meat chosen by the Moon Goddess that has been conditioned and strengthened countless times, is the gap between the two sides still so shocking?" Inside the monster's body, Oak watched the amazing battle off the field without any hindrance.

"Even if we use a sneak attack, it is impossible to make up for the difference in nature between the two sides. This unreasonable strength is really despairing."

With a sigh, Oak took out the Overlord's Egg that he had held in his hand at some point, placed it in front of his eyes and examined it carefully. Looking at the randomly distributed and distorted facial features, an inexplicable premonition emerged in his mind.

The facial features of this overlord egg will eventually be restored in his own hands.

"If this is my fate, then my life is really just a sick joke."

"You are a bunch of damn bastards who play with other people's fate. You are really a bunch of damn bastards."

Holding the Overlord Egg in his fist again, Oak thought for a while with a gloomy expression, then turned around and walked deep into the monster's body.

There, his most noble experiment had reached its final stage.

In the present world, the goblins in the monster's mouth continued to gush out, as if the small monsters inside were endless. If they continued to gush out at this terrifying speed, it was hard not to suspect that the number of these goblins could not only overwhelm the entire Elf Forest, but could even threaten the safety of this world.

But in the middle of this group of goblin frenzy, there is a piece of pure land. This piece of pure land is made of a lot of hot dust. It is a forbidden land that mutant goblins cannot set foot in. There are only three people in this vast area, a big elf and two big goblins.

Aenarion looked relaxed, while the two goblins looked extremely solemn. The three people confronting each other knew that the initiative of this battle was completely in the hands of the strong, and here, there was only one absolutely strong man, and that was Aenarion.

"No, this elf is not something that either of us can handle! Even a sneak attack can't close the gap between us. If we want to defeat this guy, we have no choice but to use that method!"

A big goblin roared loudly, and his expression even became a little distorted as he roared.

"Yes! Use that method! We have been practicing secretly for a long time, a method that even Oak doesn't know about!"