Real elves vs fake elves

The other goblin also roared with a rather distorted expression.

"Let's unite!!!" ×2

These words moved Aenarion's expression slightly, causing his long-cultivated firmness to fluctuate.

"What combination? Are you two going to perform some gay thing in front of me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the two goblins were surrounded by bright light. What Aenarion was worried about did not happen. This was just an ordinary fusion. There was no such terrifying increase in the combat power of two people by multiplying them together, and there was no scene that should not have appeared. It was just a common skill in the fantasy world where two people with a telepathic connection became one, and then their combat power was greatly improved.

Looking at the deformed giant beast that suddenly appeared in front of him and kept roaring, Aenarion's expression did not change. He disappeared directly on the spot in a flash. When his figure reappeared, several limbs of the giant beast flew into the air along with Aenarion himself.

But this time, the deformed monster was no longer at the mercy of others.

"Hmm? Are you keeping up with me?"

The giant beast's body danced wildly, its weaponized limbs like countless sharp blades attacking indiscriminately in all directions. With so many limbs waving, there was almost no blind spot.

"It seems that we are not keeping up. Using dozens of flexible limbs as a means of attack to make up for the lack of numbers is indeed a good idea."

Cutting off a few of the attacking limbs, Aenarion easily resolved this seemingly terrifying attack.

And on the several broken limbs of the giant beast, new limbs began to grow wildly, and these new limbs were even stronger and more terrifying than before.

"Completely giving up defense and using powerful all-around attacks and super-speed recovery to make up for it is a very good idea. It seems that he has completely given up rationality and completely liberated his animal nature, thus exerting his instincts to the extreme. He lets instincts replace wisdom to fight, and makes himself a real ferocious beast."

"Very interesting. In my memory, this ability should be called "severance of wisdom". I didn't expect that this common ability of orcs has appeared now."

In the short time that it took Aenarion to think, the two sides had already clashed several times, and each time it cost the deformed beast a large part of its limbs.

Although his appearance was extremely miserable, it had to be said that the ability of this combined monster was still very impressive. At least not only was he not killed instantly by Aenarion, he even fought back and forth with the elf macho, and it seemed that he could still hold out for a while.

Aenarion waved his sword and looked at the violent enemy. The tough guy felt that he might not be able to take it down in a short time. Judging from the standards of small enemies alone, this thing could be regarded as the most powerful one he had ever seen.

Just when the big elf decided to make a greater effort, the monster's limbs suddenly attacked in one direction, as if it was determined to move forward and die together.

This posture made Aenarion feel very uncomfortable, and he always felt that something was wrong. Sure enough, after the strong man cut off most of the limbs that attacked him, the monster took the opportunity to turn around and run away, not caring about the horrific injuries on his body, and ran away without looking back. It was like a prey encountering a natural enemy, and even the fighting spirit disappeared.

Aenarion: "..."

Leaving the entire battle to instinct does not seem to be a good thing. At least instinct knows how to seek benefits and avoid harm much better than reason. Reason can make people fight to the last moment, but the instinct for survival will make people turn around and run away when there is still a chance of winning.

After a "tsk" sound, Aenarion looked up at the sky. Ever since the giant monster appeared, the entire sky had turned into a strange blood red, but it was still possible to observe the time through this ominous color.

"It's almost time."

After calculating the time silently in his mind, Aenarion pointed to the sky with one hand. Without any movement, a terrifying and chaotic magical energy rushed straight into the sky, like a grand fireworks display. Apart from the shocking scale of the scene, it had no other effect.

But the grandeur of the spectacle is the effect of this magical fireworks.

"As the initiator of the attack, you should have been prepared to be surrounded by my enemy whom I have never met before."

Long distances require time to travel, and large armies need a long time to prepare before they can fully fight in a fierce battle. However, a powerful magician can shorten the preparation time required by the army infinitely.

Chapter 167 Ignorance is also a kind of strength

In the dense forest far away, looking at the torrent of magic shooting straight into the sky, Nelos let out a "tsk" and began to stretch his muscles.

Unlike many people's impression that wizards always have a staff around them, Nelos's "staff" actually has no effect on magic, and is basically used as a halberd. According to Nelos, an ordinary staff is "Is it enhancing me or am I enhancing it?" In her hands, it is just a useless firewood stick. She originally planned to get one, but in the end, it was given to Aenarion.

"You want to teleport two thousand people at once? Who do you think I am? There is no challenge at all with such a small number of people!" With a wave of his hand, the magic circle that had been arranged emitted a bright fluorescent light. "Even if there are twice as many, it will be easy for me. To say that it is guaranteed to be foolproof is to underestimate my ability!"

It is still unknown whether it will be easy or not, but in any case, you must never admit defeat.

"Ouch!"

Without even reciting the spell, he gave up chanting. With a simple shout, a complicated magic circle began to shine in the woods. Along with the magical light, waves of supernatural distortions began to flash in the magic circle. A scene that did not belong to this place at all began to slowly emerge like a reflection and gradually become real. Two completely different worlds met and merged here, and finally overlapped as if they had merged into one.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Nellos smiled proudly: "I said, for me, it's a piece of cake!"

With the construction of the teleportation array completed, the second strongest person in Lothern finally made a move.

The Star Dragon named Indrognir looked up and aimed in the right direction. After pondering for a moment, he opened his mouth and uttered the dragon language mantra that could shake the whole world.

"Wuld (whirlwind) Nah (fury) Kest (storm)!"

Along with the waves stirred up by the dragon's voice, Indrognir's figure instantly disappeared from the spot.

There were several loud explosions in the air, and the terrifying shock wave instantly pierced through a sea of ​​clouds hanging above Lothern. The sun shone down, and a blue trace went straight into the distance. The clouds wherever it passed seemed to be cut directly by a sharp sword, full of neat and unique beauty.

Although dragons do not have abilities like teleportation, flying is not much slower for them. Moreover, with the help of dragon language, their speed can be as fast as a supersonic cruise fighter.

The distance that is far away for humans or elves is just a blink of an eye for dragons.

This also highlights the extraordinaryness of the dragon rider. If he were to ride on the dragon's back casually, the dragon would suddenly make a whirlwind sprint and supersonic cruise. The poor creature on the dragon's back without any protection would be left with nothing in an instant...

Various reinforcements came one after another, and Aenarion, who was in the center of the battlefield, frowned slightly as he watched the increasing number of monsters spit out from the mouth of the underworld beast.

"Some of the monsters are completely new to me. In fact, these monsters are not very sanity-reducing, but simply disgusting. It's a really novel experience just from the perspective of freshness."

After a brief evaluation, Aenarion rushed towards the underworld beast. If this thing hid back in the gap between the underworld and the real world after vomiting, wouldn't all his efforts be in vain? Wouldn't this bait be in vain?

Charging at full speed, Aenarion was so fast that the monsters blocking his way could not stop his unstoppable steps. It didn't take long for Aenarion to reach the side of the underworld beast, and with a few simple leaps he easily climbed up to the spewing mouth.

The moment Aenarion arrived inside the beast, the beast let out a strange howl as if it sensed something. No one knew how it could make such a sound without a mouth or throat, but this sound was filled with enough emotion to easily make people aware of the fear inside.

As if something unclean had entered its body, the little monster panicked instantly and even began to resist Oak's orders. Not only did it stop spitting out the goblins like a tide, it even wanted to run away.

The struggle did not last very long, and soon the giant beast from the underworld chose to compromise. Something even more terrifying forcibly suppressed its biological instincts, ending its plan to escape immediately.

It was easy to enter the body of this terrifying beast, and travel in an interior that was very different from the outside world. This underworld beast was completely different from the creatures in the world, and its structure was completely inconsistent with human experience and summary. Various incredible organs in its body seemed to be randomly spliced ​​together, which made people feel inexplicable no matter how they looked at it.

"It's something I can't understand at all. The so-called netherworld is really terrifying. Even the creatures born in it are so bizarre."

Aenarion, who was running wildly in the monster's body, frowned and thought. When he found that he had no way of understanding the underworld, he simply stopped thinking. Anyway, he would slowly learn the relevant knowledge of the underworld when he became a wizard. Thinking about such things now would only add to his troubles.

Aenarion stopped thinking, and the giant beast from the underworld was in trouble. It didn't know which organ it used to gain wisdom, but it was unable to understand why its body was beginning to collapse on a large scale. What it didn't know was that this collapse was caused by the "lack of knowledge" of a certain big guy.

Because of the lack of understanding, there is a subconscious denial. Because of this subconscious denial, the existence of a creature itself begins to be questioned by the whole world. This characteristic seems to be possessed by those bastard supreme beings in the depths of the underworld.

The fear of the giant beast in the underworld is not only because of the dirt entering its body, but also because of the news that it is likely to "die", that is, it will completely disappear from this world and all its concepts will be erased.

In the underworld, the suppression of the lower by the superiors is simply unreasonable.

If Aenarion had started to systematically learn magic and knowledge of the underworld, this situation would not have happened. It can only be said that this underworld beast is really unlucky.

boom!

As Aenarion swung his sword, the view in front of him suddenly became clear, and a huge chamber suddenly appeared in front of him. The countless pus cavities inside it kept swelling and wriggling, like a beating heart with blasphemous activity.

And within these swollen and wriggling pus cavities are strong and tyrannical bodies that are not like humans. They are about a head taller than humans, with lean and tall bodies. They are not horizontally developed like dwarves, but more like giant, strengthened, and brutal humans.

But he doesn't look like the muscular Yankee. The monster characteristics on his body are still very obvious.

If compared with the orcs in Aenarion's impression, they were orcs that had become thinner and had straighter backs, and these "orcs" were much more cunning and smarter than he remembered.

It seems that this is the work that Oak has put all his efforts into.

Chapter 168 The first meeting with the boss

There are countless pustules like this in the chamber, and the orcs being bred in them vary from large to small. Some have only one heart, while others seem to have already taken complete forms.

It seems that these monsters that can shock the whole world have finally appeared. Although they are somewhat different from the orcs in Aenarion's impression, he has no idea that these things will not pose a threat to the entire world.

Orcs are still orcs after all. As long as they are not the pig-faced things in Japanese fantasy, they are definitely very scary creatures.

Of course, the pig-faced orcs in Japanese fantasy are scary in another way.

"Ah, my guest, you are here at last."

A polite voice sounded, and a short goblin slowly walked out from the dark corner. His face was extremely incongruous, as if an elf's face was sewn onto a goblin's head. Because of this astonishing sense of incongruity, ordinary people would feel intense disgust after seeing this face.

Looking at this extremely disgusting face, Aenarion felt as if he was looking at an ordinary goblin or elf. Not only did his expression not change, but even his heart did not fluctuate at all.

As if he could sense Aenarion's inner thoughts or mood swings, the Orc was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed.

"Really... Originally, in my plan, you would be surprised by my weirdness, but you would be able to suppress your surprise with great grace. Now, I will tell you my experience and let you know my hatred, pain, and reasons for revenge."

"After all, you are different from other elves. I have heard about your feats almost every day. To be honest, I can basically be considered your loyal fan. I have even imagined countless times that if you had appeared earlier, the elves would never become what they are now..."

"But what I didn't expect was that, even though I had overestimated you as much as possible, your elegance and dignity were still beyond my imagination. In your eyes, I am just an ordinary person, just like the elves or cat people under your rule."

"What a shame."

Orc spoke a great deal, but Aenarion remained silent in return.

The other party was a poor creature, and Aenarion, who had played the game countless times, was very familiar with it.

In order to increase the player's sense of immersion and excitement, the early plot of "Goblin Overlord" puts the protagonist, Ork, under great pressure. The story of a high-spirited genius elf being framed and degenerated step by step into the most humble and incompetent goblin is portrayed extremely deeply, making the player's blood pressure soar step by step, but at the bottom of fate, there is a sudden burst of pleasure of revenge, and the subsequent satisfaction of revenge is so overwhelming that it makes the player's brain orgasm.

However, due to the inhuman treatment Oak suffered in the first half of the story, players don't care about the cruel things Oak did afterwards. Instead, they feel that not enough was done and it wasn't satisfying enough.

And Aenarion was one of the thousands of players who had an intracranial climax.

"It is indeed a pity." Aenarion spoke, his voice still steady, without the arrogance of a superior, but with a sense of majesty that made people dare not look sideways. "Cheni, I sympathize with your experience, and I think your revenge is justified, but your revenge is too exaggerated. I cannot sit idly by and watch the entire elf race be destroyed in your hands."

"It's normal for you to seek revenge on those disgusting superiors, but you have almost turned the entire Elf Forest into a quagmire. I can't let your revenge lead to the destruction of all living things in this land."

When Aenarion uttered that familiar yet unfamiliar name, Orc was stunned. After a moment, his body trembled uncontrollably, not because of fear or anger, but because of other more difficult to describe emotions.

But after a moment, the trembling stopped, and Orc looked up at Aenarion again.

"I didn't expect you to be able to investigate to this extent, but I have abandoned my past identity and the name Chenie. I am now Oak."

"The Overlord of all Goblins, Oak!"

As they were talking, the feet of the two people suddenly began to tremble violently. The horrific movement was like a magnitude 50 earthquake (wrong), which was able to easily shake and destroy everything.

The vibration soon stopped, and Oak felt the pulse under his feet and suddenly sighed.

"This thing is dead... The slave who has been passed down from generation to generation in the Flower Valley Royal Court for nearly two thousand years is finally dead. Although I don't know how you did it, and your methods are beyond my understanding and ability, I still have to say it's a good method. Any miracle that happens to you is so natural."

Aenarion: "..."

I don't know how I killed it!

I didn't do anything! How did he die?!

Oak: "Not only this dog slave, but those goblins outside are probably no match for your army at full strength."

"Terrible wizards, invincible dragons, strict discipline, advanced equipment, this is what a real army looks like. My goblins are just a bunch of patchwork and specious things. They will break into pieces when they encounter the real ones."

Aenarion: "..."

I underestimated it. By that time, the orcs, who are cobbled together and half-hearted, will be able to beat the regular human army like dogs. Although they are just stepping stones after all, not just anyone can become a stepping stone.

"I'm sorry idol, I still have one last step to complete in my experiment, so let my creation play with you for a bit, and I'll come see you later."

After saying the last part politely, Oak's figure slowly disappeared into the darkness. At the same time, a huge monster with a giant body walked out from the gap between the thousands of pustules.

Came out.

The giant's head had disappeared, replaced by hundreds of goblin heads, whose skulls had been shaved off, revealing brains of astonishing size. These brains were throbbing in a terrifying rhythm, with lightning flashing through them from time to time, as if they could explode at any time.

Obviously, this is a more powerful version of the three-headed ogre. The combat power and spellcasting ability of this giant with a hundred heads have probably reached a terrifying level. It is a ruthless existence that can compete with a real wizard.

This thing is familiar to Aenarion. In "Harem Overlord", Orc used this thing to defeat the elves' last line of defense, confidence and self-esteem, providing a lot of rare R18G pictures. In the second part "White Beast", this thing has become a mass-produced behemoth under Nicholas's command, which is very impressive for him to attack cities and capture strongholds.

Chapter 169 Three Pillars of God

The Hundred-Headed Giant has strong combat and magical powers, but its intelligence is not very high. After all, it has more than 100 different heads. It is a miracle that it can sort out its own thoughts and act normally and freely.

Inarion was not very worried when facing this giant monster that only acted on instinct. He was more concerned about what Ork had said before. His request was to let the Hundred-Headed Giant delay time rather than defeat the enemy.

What is the purpose of delaying?

Is it to escape?

Or is it preparation for a big job, a job that will kill Aenarion?

He thought very quickly, faster than Aenarion could attack. When the Hundred-Headed Giant was not ready to attack, Aenarion took the initiative to attack, without letting the opponent take the initiative.

A lion uses all its strength to fight a rabbit. After simply enchanting the Snake King's Fang, Aenarion slashed straight at the giant with a hundred heads.

"Oh... I can't fit any more. I really can't fit any more."

"It's overflowing!!!"

A very suspicious voice suddenly sounded in Aenarion's mind. Fortunately, it was not emitted outwardly, otherwise, even with his status as the Phoenix King, he would definitely be doomed.

"Whoa!!!"

The fighting instinct made the Hundred-Headed Giant react instantly. After a roar, the Hundred-Headed Giant instantly opened a rigid shield for itself after four or five heads exploded. This rigid shield infused with a large amount of magical energy can even withstand multiple bombardments of the Dwarf's 75mm field artillery and can withstand the dragon's invincible breath for a short time.

With such amazing defense, even with Aenarion's strength, it took a lot of effort to cut it open. Although the snake king's fangs could cut through anything, their length was not enough to reach the monster inside.

It can be said that this is the most outstanding defensive method that the Hundred-Headed Giant can use in a short period of time. It's just a pity that such a wonderful defensive method has a problem.

The rigid shield is just a little slow to open.