Real elves vs fake elves

Along with his movement, a brilliant red beam of light shot straight towards Ork. The terrifying power of order contained in this beam of light surged to be completely unstoppable, and with its absolutely extreme affinity, it repelled a path of light without any chaos in this abyssal world.

The two terrifying forces collided fiercely, and a terrifying vortex that made all the gods stare sideways suddenly opened up, sucking in everything around it with a terrifying force that could absorb and tear everything apart, making chaos even more chaotic and purity even purer.

After these two forces were released from their masters' hands, they were no longer under the control of their masters. The boundless forces seemed to be alive, entwining, spinning, and biting each other, but in a strange way they merged into one and began to move in an absolutely chaotic way without order, knowledge, or consciousness.

"No wonder my Lord likes these occasional mistakes. They can really give people a surprise. At least they allow me to have some fun in the eternal chaos."

One of the three goddesses spoke, the voice was incomprehensible, the tone was impossible for humans to produce, but as soon as she opened her mouth, any species of any nation in any world could fully understand the most precise meaning of the words.

"Ah? What's the fun? I only know that there is one more spell, Chaos and Night Raid; Group Six, Nine Forty-Nine, Six One, Five Order. The forces collided and not only did they not dissipate, but they intertwined and existed in the chaos in a way of mutual attack and mutual symbiosis. And the power is not as simple as one plus one. It's so exciting. I have to quickly record this miracle and identify a new magic."

Another goddess spoke, and what excited her was obviously not some vulgar thing like fun. From what she said, it was obvious that there was some academic flavor.

"New magic is bursting out in chaos every moment, but most of it is completely useless. I have to record meaningful spells like this one in full and give them nice names."

"Ah, you really like some boring things. You can't see such a big handsome guy standing there. When I saw him ruthlessly hacking and killing, I couldn't help but want to be chopped into countless pieces by him and then severely whipped. I couldn't help but want to chop him into countless pieces..."

The three goddesses have completely different interests, but they all definitely have some serious illness.

After the final blow with perfect sound effects, as the Chaos Ball flew away with a crushing attitude, Orc and Aenarion looked into each other's eyes again.

"Ah... I'm burnt out..."

The untimely words from the Snake King's Fang broke the silence. Now, this once extremely gorgeous two-handed sword had turned charred, as if it had rolled in charcoal fire. It was not just a simple black, but a colorful black.

Obviously, Aenarion's unlimited infusion of power was too much for the Fang of the Serpent King to bear, and it was simply unable to launch a second attack.

Now that the silence was broken, Oak felt it was time for him to speak.

"Ah, it seems that you have all the power but no way to use it. What a pity..."

Listening to the words of the Snake King Fang, Oak smiled calmly. However, this simple movement in his expression caused a large crack to appear on his face, making the originally perfect cheeks have a terrible flaw.

"It's a pity that I have really burned out everything and have no more strength."

"A child of destiny like you is really something that makes people jealous. The jealousy is because of your incredible potential, and the hatred is because of why you didn't show up earlier. Why did you choose to show up now..."

The hesitant words were exchanged for Aenarion's quiet listening. This was a very complicated guy, he deserved to die, and his circumstances were excusable.

If the Orks don't die, will the millions of elves wailing in the flames of war just follow them? How can the people who committed such atrocities not pay the price?

If Orc doesn't resist, is he really going to let those damned elf sisters torture him like a test subject and let him starve to death?

"Why didn't you show up earlier?"

"Why didn't we unify the elves' royal court and faith sooner?"

"Why didn't we punish those evil kings who indulged in extravagance and debauchery earlier?"

"Why not shine the light of fairness and order into this forest that has been shrouded in darkness for countless years earlier?"

"Why... didn't you bring something called hope and save me earlier..."

"Why did I finally see this ray of light after I had despaired countless times? This ray of light will never shine on me again..."

"I hate you, King of Elves..."

The last words gradually disappeared, and Oak's huge body slowly crumbled into pieces, turning into fine flying sand, which gradually shattered between the chaotic world.

Dust to dust, dust to dust.

(Volume 1, Goblin and the Streamlined Female Knight

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Volume: Kingdom of White Beasts

Chapter 1: The Hero Who Has Not Yet Become a Beast

The Goblin Frenzy, this horrific war that swept across the entire Elf Forest in a short period of time, was naturally an extremely terrifying battle for the elves. All aspects of the elves' lives were more or less seriously affected by this group of damn goblins. More than half of the relatives and friends of the elves living in the Elf Forest died because of this war.

It can be said that although the war ended in victory, the elves were not excited about the result. The lower-level elves were sad because of the death of their relatives and friends, and the higher-level elves felt a little depressed because they didn't even get a sip of soup.

For a large-scale battle of this magnitude, the Phoenix Court had no intention of issuing war bonds, but this made them very frustrated. If they were to reward people based on merit, no one's contribution could compare to Aenarion's, so no one would even get a share of the spoils.

After the war, the astonishing scale of benefits was laid out before their eyes, but the important people of Lothern hardly got any of the benefits. To them, who believed that "a small profit is a loss", this was more painful than losing their lives.

Therefore, in addition to post-war reconstruction and appeasing the masses, the parliament of Lothern has been urging Speaker Catherine to go to Aenarion to talk more and explain the people's long-cherished wish to be loyal to the country.

As the speaker of the parliament, who nominally represents all the members, she also feels a bit troubled. She actually got some benefits, but because of this, she lacks confidence when facing the royal family. After all, she is responsible for the members of parliament, which makes her feel like she is caught between two groups of flies.

Outside the quiet, orderly but extremely efficient Lothern Council, on the grand square, two humans were sitting on a bench looking at the place.

This square, which was originally a place for pedestrians to rest, has been transformed into a huge trophy display museum after some renovation. All kinds of strange monster corpses have been made into specimens and placed here for passers-by to visit and boost morale. This is one of the many methods of boosting morale that the Parliament and the City Hall have researched.

"Although I know these goblins are very strong, and I also know that the Phoenix King's army is very strong, I still cannot understand why the Elf Forest was almost destroyed by a mere goblin army."

Nicholas was amazed at a goblin specimen that looked almost like an elf. This goblin knight, which had undergone many improvements, was already as powerful as a real elf knight. A goblin knight of a knightly order could easily take down an elf castle. But even with such strength, the role they played in the final battle was little more than nothing.

Like waves hitting a dam, these knights and their brothers and sisters were quickly submerged in the gun array of the Phoenix Court warriors, seemingly without a sound or a trace.

"Speaking of which, is this really not an elf in disguise? Is the body so strong? I really don't know how that guy called Oak did it. I still can't understand it."

Nicholas made no secret of the fact that he was fascinated by the girl's figure. He chose this one among so many specimens, and of course he had a purpose.

"If you can't understand, then don't try to understand. After all, this is not something we need to worry about. What you should worry about most now is yourself." Grand Duke Orlando said calmly. Although he has the title of Grand Duke, few people in the human countries take him seriously as the Grand Duke. "This is an opportunity that your brother has created for you with great difficulty. You must seize it."

Nicholas said "tsk" and stopped talking.

Anyone who is around him always talks about his brother, his brother, as if this fat boy doesn't exist at all. The meaning of his existence is that he is the younger brother of St. Francis. People will only approach him because of his identity as "Francis's younger brother" and not because of his identity as "Nicholas".

If an angry young man encounters such a thing, he will definitely be extremely indignant. He will try his best to make trouble, use all kinds of things to attract other people's attention, and use all kinds of clumsy ways to prove himself.

But Nicholas was different. After discovering that he had such a good brother, he lay down with a chubby face.

Especially the flat kind.

Therefore, in the eyes of most people, Nicholas is a pig, a real pig.

But only those who are close to it know that this pig does have some ability. The only fatal thing is that it is a little delusional and actually thinks it can eat a tiger.

Among these close people, naturally, was Grand Duke Orlando.

The bell on the top floor of the parliament rang, and with this low sound, the parliamentarians walked out of the magnificent building one by one. They gathered in twos and threes to chat, and the most talked about was the play "Wang Xifeng Three Fights the White Bone Demon" that was recently played in the evening of the Arena. It is said that it is the latest masterpiece of the cat-man writer "Meow Shibiya" and is very popular.

It looked like just an ordinary time after get off work, but Nicholas was keenly scanning the group of people for something. After the group of people walked away, he finally turned around and looked at Orlando and opened his mouth.

"The people of the Phoenix Royal Court are more scattered than we thought."

Orlando: “…Ah?”

Nicholas: “It looks like they

It was very harmonious, but the group of councillors were clearly divided into five groups, and they hardly communicated with each other. Although they would not draw knives when they met, the sense of exclusion was obvious. "

Orlando: Is that so?

Poor Grand Duke Wolfhound was just a military man, so he couldn't see these things. Apart from the fact that these parliamentarians were quite strong and obviously exercised regularly, he couldn't see anything else.

Nicholas: "From the big picture to the small, even the upper class people are too lazy to put on a show, let alone those at the bottom? I'm afraid the atmosphere among this group of people is definitely not relaxed at all."

"But there is one thing they all have in common. They are all followers of the Phoenix Cult. Regardless of whether they are devout or not, at least they are doing their best on the surface."

"Obviously, the lord named Aenarion wants to increase the cohesion of these elves through religion. There are only two ways to increase cohesion. One is to distinguish between 'them and us', and the other is to create a common terrifying enemy and a great war. The king of the Phoenix Court obviously wants to do both at the same time."

"Lastly, and most importantly."

At this point, Nicholas' expression became serious, and seeing such an expression and words, even Grand Duke Orlando couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

After all, what this kid said before did seem to make some sense. It was the kind that even though I couldn't understand it, it felt very powerful.

"It's G!"

“It’s all G!”

"The sublime, the perfect, the praiseworthy G!"

Nicholas's face was filled with enthusiasm, and he raised his hands as if he was holding the whole world.

It took Orlando a while to understand what part this guy was talking about. After he understood it, he almost collapsed.

Do you think Nako is that important?

Chapter 2 The bloody and tearful beginning of the hero

As a breast-loving alien, completely different from those who believe that "breasts are a substitute for buttocks", Nicholas firmly believes in the wise words that Sigma said when he just became a hero.

What's wrong for a brave man to like breasts!

That's right!

Absolutely right!

OP is the truth of this world!

Archduke Orlando could no longer hold back.

Just think about it in your heart, don’t say it out loud!

Looking at the elves around him who were looking at him as if he were irrecyclable garbage, Orlando couldn't help but take a few steps back, wanting to stay away from Nicholas.

"Oh, boy, you are very perceptive!"

Suddenly, a refreshing voice reached the ears of the two. It was the only elf woman who came over among the group of elves watching the garbage.

"The king has been waiting for you for a long time. Now let me take you upstairs."

"The king will meet him in person?" Archduke Orlando was stunned and a little surprised.

Although nominally speaking, his title of Grand Duke is equivalent to the title of King of Phoenix Court, there will certainly be differences in actual operation, just like the governor who is a descendant of Confucius receives the mayor who is a descendant of Zhang Tianshi.

"Yes." The woman smiled, very heroically, "The king asked to see what the white beast looks like."

Orlando: “???”

Nicholas: “!!!”

His face changed, but he couldn't refuse. Although Nicholas felt something was not good, he still followed Terry to the top floor of the parliament building. He didn't even have the heart to appreciate his favorite Oppai.

There was an office on the top floor of the parliament that was small but fully equipped. It was usually where Speaker Catherine worked, but since Aenarion was here, it was naturally temporarily requisitioned without any controversy.

It was in this office that Aenarion finally met the protagonist of the second part of "Harem Overlord", the "White Beast".

At first glance, he is just a fat, harmless white guy, who looks quite wretched and a bit disgusting.

But it was this fat man who founded the White Beast Mercenaries, conquered countless countries, captured half of the empire, destroyed the Commercial Union and hanged the Union's governor, causing heavy losses to the Seven Cities Alliance, and founded a "Kingdom of Service" with an extremely large territory that even Sigmar was surprised.

This huge terrorist group that only knew how to plunder and not build could not last long. After a period of time that was not sure whether it could be called "glorious", the huge Servant Country perished in self-destruction without any external enemies. The fat white man, who was still at his peak at the time, wanted to turn the tide, but was defeated by the rising protagonist of the third part.

Since then, because of this fat white man, more than half of the world's population has died in the war. This has also given the protagonist of the third film, "The Dead Souls of Alien Land" - a dead man who can kill women - the opportunity to dominate the world.

The many protagonists of the entire series of Harem Overlord are said to dominate the world and enjoy power, but it can also be seen as a process of gradually destroying the world.

After quickly reviewing the fat man's information in his mind, Inarion put down the document in his hand.

"I've read your request. It's actually very easy to agree to. I even find it a little strange that you came here on your own." As he spoke, the elf man took out a piece of paper. "But after seeing this paper, I understand why Francis asked you to come here."

"To be honest, I have some acquaintance with your brother, but it is not very close." Placing the piece of paper on the table, Aenarion said:

His tone remained calm, and one could not tell whether he was happy, angry, sad, or happy. "But even this little bit of friendship is enough to get this done."

Because he knew Francis was dying, Aenarion never had a deep conversation with him. But after seeing this handwritten letter, I don't know what he thought. Maybe he felt sorry for the end of a hero, or felt pity for his fate, so Aenarion decided to fulfill the wish of this human pseudo-hero.

That's right, a fake hero, a guy who ascended to the position of a hero through political manipulation, a pure person who was promoted by dirty means.

Once upon a time, the lofty and brave throne that represented the faith of mankind had turned into a hypocritical throne that could be influenced by dirty political means.

Before he could figure out what his brother had asked the other party for, Nicholas saw Aenarion clapping his hands casually. Along with these short syllables, four brave big guys suddenly appeared in the room, each of them posing in a seductive and sharp posture, some leaning back or with their hands on their hips, which was difficult for mortals to pose, making people take a few steps back, shocked by the powerful posture.

"What? The magic swordsman? When will he arrive?!"

After all, Nicholas was a pig disguised as a pig, so Archduke Orlando reacted before him. After discovering that he had not caught the movements of the four people in front of him at all, an extremely terrified feeling surged into his heart. However, when he reached to his waist to draw his sword, he found that his sword had been untied at some point.

With cold sweat oozing from his forehead, Orlando narrowed his eyes and began to scan around the office, thinking in his mind how to escape from here.

But even with his strength as the strongest knight in the human race and his amazing acumen trained on the battlefield, he couldn't imagine how to escape from here. And the position of the four magic swordsmen in front of them blocked all their escape routes.

In just a moment, without even having to fight, the two humans were at an absolute disadvantage.

"Don't worry."

Compared to Orlando, who has the instincts of a wild beast, Nicholas seems much more indifferent.

"The king does not want to harm us. After all, with his strength, as long as we are in Lothern, no matter where we are, we will not be able to think of resisting."

Not bad, quite calm, worthy of being praised by Terry as a young man.

However, Aenarion did not directly answer Nicholas' question. He looked at the two fat men in front of him and answered the question with a question.