Real elves vs fake elves

"What do you think of my secret agent, the Fourth?"

Archduke Orlando remained silent. He felt this was a threat and could only choose to remain silent until he came up with a complete answer.

"He is extremely powerful. I have never seen such a hero in the Falcon Principality. Of course, I don't know about the Griffin Principality." Nicholas answered truthfully without any intention of giving his hometown any face.

"Very good, it seems you are very satisfied." Aenarion nodded, as if he was satisfied with the answer. "These four will be your sword teachers for the next week. They will train you with the same intensity as I trained them."

"How much you can master in a week depends on you."

Chapter 3: The Brave Man Who Will Become the Overlord

Aenarion's macho training method was too terrifying for ordinary people. Aenarion himself could feel it without anyone complaining, so he set a week, which was the optimal training time he found through training Mi Toushi.

After more than a week, it is time to start a long period of recovery training and rest.

From this perspective, it is enough to imagine how terrifying the training volume this week is.

After all, it is a fantasy idealistic world. Continuously practicing for 25 hours out of 24 hours a day is a basic skill that all the female ghosts in the dojo can do!

"Oh, young man, your calves are cramping. It feels like there are countless snakes twisting and snaking under your skin."

The voice of Mi Tou Si was very strange. Every time Nicholas heard it, his hair stood on end, and he felt as if he had met his natural enemy and was terrified.

Nicholas almost cried when he heard these teasing remarks.

"I said I didn't want to train my legs, but you forced me to do it. Now I can't even stand up!"

Such evasive words will naturally only result in scolding from the personal trainers.

"If you don't train your legs when you exercise, then the purity will be too low!"

Nicholas yelled: "Purity, does it work?!"

Coaches: "Okay, we have a very effective way to help you relax quickly. Come, let us help you."

Nicholas was so frightened that his soul was about to jump out of his chest: "Quack! Don't touch it!"

The handsome boy's protest was of course useless, as the screams unique to humans once again echoed in the gathering place of the elves. Whenever they heard this creepy sound, a group of elves showed excitement and approval, and some even tasted better when eating.

The elves of the Phoenix Court are so simple, kind, and bloodthirsty that they don't mind sacrificing their lives just to watch a fierce battle.

A week passed quietly, and when Orlando went to inspect his own boy, he couldn't find the fat boy for a long time.

Looking at the five strong men in front of him, Orlando fell into deep thought, hesitating.

After a long while, he finally spoke.

The voice was very uncertain.

"Um...Nicholas?"

"Oh." A low and magnetic voice sounded. Orlando looked in the direction of the voice. It was a man with strong lines and a resolute face. His muscles were well-defined and his expression was serious. He was tall and his biceps were bulging. He was a terrifying existence that looked like he could declare "You are dead" at any time.

No matter how you look at it, he looks like the savior of the end of the century.

"Fuck..."

Orlando exclaimed, this look is exactly like that of an ancient hero!

They are exactly like the first few heroes, and their style is completely different from that of this world.

If modern heroes rely on holy swords to defeat the enemies of humanity, then the heroes of ancient times were able to tear apart the enemies of humanity with their bare hands.

Unfortunately, the ancient heroes are no longer popular, whether among nobles or commoners, no one likes those macho heroes who look like they can eat three children in one meal anymore.

"Ah, look at my memory, you probably can't get used to my look."

In a word, Nicholas took a deep breath, and with this simple action, this guy instantly regained his fat body. The strong and determined man turned into a wretched fat man in the blink of an eye.

"After the training of my teachers, I have come to understand the charm of 'martial arts'. From now on, I will strive for excellence and strive to reach greater heights!"

Mi Tousi nodded with great satisfaction, just like an old master looking at his disciple coming out of the mountains.

Archduke Orlando was not used to it no matter how he looked at it. Was this still the Nicholas he knew? !

But it is obvious that a person cannot be changed in just one week, so after confirming the other party's identity several times, Orlando still thanked Mi Tou Si.

After this was done, it was time for them to go back.

At night, in the most luxurious hotel in Lothern, Nicholas squatted in the most expensive suite, looking at the dock area in the distance of Lothern.

There was a place he had always wanted to visit, but after having been there only once he never had the time to go there again.

Red light district.

This place was not founded by the elves, but was founded by people of other races who settled in Lothern after more and more merchants and tourists came and went. The service targets are mostly other races besides elves, mostly humans.

After all, most female elves are interested in male elves, but male elves whose household registration is strictly restricted obviously will not go to work in the red-light district.

He picked up a handkerchief, put it under his nose and took a deep breath. The rich fragrance once again made Nicholas haunted, as if the fragrance turned into a big hand, went straight into his chest through his nose, and then pinched his heart tightly.

Even after such a long time, and even after the torturous devilish training he had undergone, this enchanting fragrance still gave him a suffocating feeling.

"I want... that woman."

As he said this, Nicholas' entire demeanor turned gloomy, as if he were a wild beast lurking in the dark. The danger emanating from it was chilling, as if it could devour anyone at any time.

Extremely terrifying.

... The next morning...

On top of the tallest building in Lothern, Aenarion remained silent as he watched Nicholas and his convoy go away.

Of course he noticed the guy who suddenly appeared in the convoy. No matter how well he concealed himself, he could not escape Aenarion's almost inhuman sharpness. But after noticing the appearance of an inexplicable guy, Aenarion did not intend to stop him.

It was a foregone conclusion that this fat white guy was being targeted by the God of Greed. No matter how hard he tried, it would be impossible to pull him to his side.

Facing this character who is destined to become a boss, and a big boss at that, being on guard as much as possible and adding a little excitement to his originally "smooth sailing" life are what he should do as an ordinary person.

Withdrawing his gaze, Aenarion walked into his office, where the strongest wizard in Lothern was waiting for him. He had more important things to do.

At the same time, in the most comfortable and luxurious caravan in the convoy, Nicholas looked at the woman in front of him with suspicion.

"Are you really sure that you can give me the power to conquer the world?"

"You know, although the human empire has been at peace for a long time, there are still more than 10 standing soldiers. If they are mobilized as a whole, it is not a problem to mobilize more than 60 troops in a short period of time." (Don't think it's too little, it's much stronger than the early Eastern Han Dynasty, a T1-level feudal empire)

"You want to defeat so many troops with just a promise from you?"

The woman, who was covered in a burqa, smiled. Even such a large burqa could not conceal her amazing figure. Her enchanting red lips were raised, revealing a charm that was beyond the level of ordinary people.

"Yes, in a ruin somewhere in this forest, a terrifying, bloodthirsty and fierce race is sleeping. What you have to do is to wake them up."

"With their help, it would be a piece of cake to destroy an army of a million, let alone a few hundred thousand."

Chapter 4: Magic, isn't it magical?

Nicholas End

He will embark on the road to world domination. His destiny as the protagonist cannot be changed. His fate has been determined from the very beginning.

Of course, this did not prevent Aenarion from creating obstacles on this smooth road to destiny, such as asking Mitousi to train Nicholas in swordsmanship, which was both a so-called promise and a stumbling block.

"coming?"

Nelos looked at Aenarion approaching him with an unclear look in his eyes.

"I was originally unwilling to agree to your request to learn magic. As for why I finally agreed, you don't need to know the reason. You just need to learn knowledge from me, and I will ask you for the corresponding price when necessary in the future."

Aenarion said nothing. After all, he was a complete layman when it came to magic, so he could only let the other party keep talking.

"Come with me. The Mage Tower has been built a long time ago. I will show you the inheritance of my school."

The so-called Mage Tower is the White Tower.

The three lowest floors of the White Tower are intelligence-related institutions. It was Nelos's request to place the intelligence department here, and he did not tell Enarion clearly what his plans were.

The three floors in the middle are the magic academy, where some qualified elves will be exploited by Neros... no, they will be taught. They will be treated like slaves for sure, and delayed graduation is a matter of course. There is no need to refute the fact that Neros's name is placed in a prominent position on the thesis. If it weren't for the generous allowance given by Aenarion every month, Neros's apprentices would not have rebelled, but running away is absolutely beyond doubt.

The top floor is Nelos' laboratory and residence, the so-called "Chief Mage Floor".

Now, the place where Neroth took Aenarion was the top floor of the White Tower, which was also Neroth's boudoir.

"Although I am the only one left in my school now, it was once a prestigious school. During its heyday, it was even at the peak of the power of the Shen Clan for a period of time. It was undoubtedly powerful. If we trace its history back to the ancient Guang Clan period, it was one of the earliest schools with historical records. It was indisputably ancient. There were countless powerful wizards who appeared during that period. For example, there seems to be only one wizard as powerful as me."

"Well, it's average in this regard. After all, to be able to train a top-notch mage like me, I guess this school must have exhausted all its luck."

Aenarion: "..."

I've heard that all mages are very narcissistic. Eighty percent of mages think that their abilities are in the top 20 percent of all mages, and the remaining 20 percent think that they are at the top of the mages. Now I see this shocking narcissism. It's true that hearing about it is worse than seeing it in person.

"Come, this is the chief mage of our school."

Aenarion looked up in the direction that Neroth pointed. There were more than thirty portraits in total, six of which had lifelike portraits, and they looked like people with amazing wisdom and intelligence. All the remaining portraits were just blank sheets of paper with nothing on them.

This strange scene did not make the big guy panic or surprised. Nelos was also used to the elf big guy's behavior of seeming to know everything.

Of course, even if it is not surprising, necessary explanation is still needed.

"Magic is different from dragon roars. If dragon roars mobilize the power of the origin of this world, then magic mobilizes the power of the netherworld, that is, the power of the other world."

"Since it is a power from another world, then it must communicate with that world."

"On the point of communication, the old professors in my school think that since we need to communicate, why don't we just go there directly? After removing that pathetic thick barrier and taking certain protective measures, wouldn't it be better for us to travel directly in the netherworld to acquire knowledge?"

"Due to this method of gaining power, my school is also known as the Deep Diving School."

Aenarion: "..."

Listen, what does it mean to seek death?

This is called courting death.

"After a great deal of time, and at the expense of countless slaves and even the lives of professors, we have finally discovered a relatively safe way to travel in the Netherworld."

"Every time a wizard of the Deep Dive School travels to the Netherworld, his strength will increase dramatically, and every time he travels, he will go deeper into the Netherworld. But we are still mortals, and the deeper we go into the Netherworld, the more dangerous it is. If we are not careful, we will be lost forever in the endless etheric void, and our entire being will completely disappear from this world."

"I'm talking about the whole person, not just the body, but everything about it."

When saying these last words, Nellos' eyes were fixed on the twenty-odd blank portraits. These portraits were not blank sheets of paper before, but at a certain time, after their owners got lost in the netherworld, these paintings quickly turned into blank sheets of paper.

"I have boasted countless times that I am self-taught. Without a master to teach me, I became the most powerful magician of the Deep Race through self-study. The Deep Race and other races also believe so."

"But in fact... who knows? I don't have any memory about the 'teacher'. It's so blank to a weird degree..."

Taking back the inexplicable sadness, Nelos turned to look at Aenarion again.

"You have to pay attention to one thing, Yu You

Diving deep into the world is highly addictive. You need to use something to distract yourself from this aspect, or use strong willpower to overcome it, but I would say that this addiction works on the spiritual level, so willpower may not be that useful. "

"Also, there is no concept of time in the Netherworld. The time required for a dive into the Netherworld cannot be quantified. Some people will dive for as long as 100 years, while others will return in an instant. In theory, it is even possible for a mage to return to the time before the dive. After all, chaos is immeasurable. This may be related to the mage's own talent, but who knows?"

"By the way, I am the one who completed the deep dive in an instant. I am not showing off or anything like that. I am just sharing my experience with you."

That being said, Nelos was obviously a woman who couldn't hide her thoughts, and she was extremely proud of herself.

But before she could feel proud for a few seconds, Aenarion in front of the woman suddenly shuddered, and his eyes suddenly became much brighter after a moment of trance, as if he suddenly gained a lot of wisdom and knowledge, and the disordered and chaotic magical energy emanating from his body suddenly had a sense of orderly beauty.

Neros: “…”

Aenarion: "..."

Neros: “…”

Aenarion: "..."

A bad premonition came to my mind.

"After you finished your deep dive, you went back to before the time of your deep dive?!"

Aenarion: "...I am not, I do not..."

The big guy panicked.

Neros: "...I won't teach you deep diving! I won't teach you magic!"

Chapter 5: The Surface of the Netherworld

Whether in the virtual world or the real world, there are always some characters that are too awesome, making people sigh, "This gaming experience is terrible, I won't play it!"

Nellos was such a person in the past. Her talent and ability made countless people jealous to the point of losing their minds. She had been in the dungeon for hundreds of years without any allies. It was not only because Nellos had poor emotional intelligence. After all, the emotional intelligence of the Deep Clan was worse than each other. The main reason why she was hated was because of others.

It can be said that before meeting Aenarion, Neros had never felt any emotion such as "jealousy". It was not because of her good self-cultivation, but simply because she had never encountered anyone worthy of her jealousy.

Okay, now I've encountered it.

And this feeling is not just jealousy, but an extremely complicated mixture of various emotions.