Real elves vs fake elves

It was a silver moon.

Frowning, since it is not a red moon, then there is no need to avoid it? While thinking, the big guy patiently looked down, and the silver moon hanging high in the sky in the mirror quickly changed, as if it was infected by something, and the bright moon was quickly infected with a layer of red. The strange red color developed very quickly. In just a moment, the moon hanging high in the sky no longer had a trace of silver, and only endless blood red remained.

Aenarion: "..."

Is this how the Netherworld cheats people? !

Before Aenarion could figure out what went wrong, the red moon changed again. A clown holding a balloon floated to the side of the moon in a very funny manner, then threw away the balloon, jumped onto the red moon in a very clumsy way, and finally opened his mouth to an extremely exaggerated size, and then bit down hard on the red moon.

The posture was as if it was going to swallow the entire red moon.

In the beginning, the clown must have wanted to swallow the red moon out of greed, but he soon found that his ambition outweighed his strength. The red moon seemed like it could be completely swallowed at any time, and it seemed that it was always just a little bit away from being completely swallowed. That little bit was like a fall from the sky, a gap that the clown could not cross even if he tried his best.

The clown was tricked. The red moon looked easy to swallow, but it was just a bait.

A bait to dangle the clown.

Because he was familiar with the plot, the riddle in the mirror was not a riddle to Aenarion at all. He knew exactly what everything in it meant.

If you want to interpret it, it's basically just like a plot animation.

But soon, a plot animation that he did not expect appeared.

A mighty and powerful elf was looking up at the moon, frowning and thinking about something. But after a moment, as if he had figured something out, the elf took out a huge bow from somewhere, drew the bow, put an arrow on it, and shot an arrow at the clown.

This arrow seemed to be aimed at killing the clown, but Aenarion had an inexplicable feeling that this arrow would not cause fatal harm to the clown.

As expected, the arrow hit the clown's butt hard. After making a "wooo" sound like Tom Cat's, the clown's speed of swallowing the red moon increased a bit.

But it seemed that the big elf felt that the clown was not devouring the red moon fast enough, so he kept shooting arrows at the clown, forcing this guy to do his best to speed up the devouring, just like picking leeks. As soon as he saw the clown showing some signs of recovery, he would shoot an arrow at him immediately.

The scene ended here, and Aenarion, looking at the empty mirror again, fell into deep thought.

Chapter 8 This mirror is not an ordinary mirror

Aenarion was in deep thought, and the mirror and its keeper were in deep worry.

They did not understand how things had come to this point, what Aenarion had seen, or what Aenarion was thinking.

They only knew that their only thought now was to get this evil star away as soon as possible.

“Another place that doesn’t make sense.”

Aenarion said to himself, logically speaking, what the deep divers see in the mirror should be knowledge or something like that. While gaining knowledge, they will also be infected with the curse of knowledge. This curse that can never be eliminated will accompany the deep divers throughout their lives, bringing them extreme misery.

Then Aenarion realized that what he saw was not knowledge, but a prophecy like a cutscene.

Moreover, he fully understood the meaning of this prophecy without any need for any interpretation.

Although he didn't know why a prophecy appeared, Aenarion himself was very satisfied with it. He knew at a glance that the person who made the prophecy was a big guy who didn't like to be a riddle teller like himself.

"Mirror, what is it like not to see any knowledge? Obviously I don't see the things I should see."

As soon as the macho man opened his mouth, the mirror and its shadow were so frightened that they trembled and didn't know how to respond for a moment.

"Speak. I heard you speak a few times just now."

One sentence made the mirror and the person keeping it cry without tears.

You heard my voice, so why did you fight without hesitation? I almost died here.

"Just tell me what knowledge you want, and we'll do our best to get it for you."

Aenarion thought for a moment and said, "Then let's take a little of everything. After all, the spirit is long enough to study everything."

After hearing this, Jingzi wanted to cry even more, but she didn't have the courage to refute. She could only smile cautiously and said, "Okay, I'll be there right away. Please wait a moment."

The pleasant learning process is not worth mentioning. In short, after spending countless years in the underworld, under the observation of numerous spirits of order, Aenarion gained all the knowledge that the mirror could get.

Standing up, thinking that it was time for him to leave, Aenarion moved his wrist slightly. This simple movement frightened the mirror and the mirror keeper so much that they began to tremble again.

"What is my curse?"

Hearing this, Jingzi said cautiously: "Of course, I wish you good health and everything goes well..."

Aenarion: "...If you can't tell me, just tell me. I'll go back and investigate. I'll eventually find out what the curse is."

This was also the last sentence that Aenarion said during this trip to the underworld. After he finished speaking, the elf man's body became fainter and fainter until his entire figure disappeared from this world.

Using the method given by Neroth, Aenarion quickly returned to the real world, and there was no "adhesion to the underworld" phenomenon that should have appeared on him.

After a while, as if to be sure that Aenarion was really gone, the keeper hidden in the shadow of the mirror finally spoke timidly.

"Brother, we have seen it. It is indeed a netherworld where anything can happen. Although it is only on the surface, it is really rare to encounter such a thing."

Mirror: "What's worse is that we were observed by that guy named Aenarion. From now on, we will be located in this shitty place. It's not the kind of bad luck that we have."

"Observation means confirmation. Is this something that any mortal creature can actually do?!"

The two of them complained to themselves for a long time, when suddenly they keenly noticed a strange sound of footsteps. The movement was slight enough but enough to create a big uproar in the hearts of the two unlucky guys.

Shut up, be still, look straight ahead, and do it all in one go.

Today's mirror and the mirror keeper are really like an ordinary mirror and its reflection, highlighting the obedience.

Soon, the footsteps became louder and louder, and the sound of talking was also heard.

"Is this the place where the mutation occurred? It is indeed very strange. No wonder the adults asked us to check what happened here."

“But even though this place has become this

A place suitable for survival, the relevant reasons are not something we can find out, right?"

"My Lord, you have really given us a very difficult problem... Damn! It's the magic mirror!"

The ones who spoke were a few demons, and after seeing the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror sticking out in the ruins, these unfortunate children instantly panicked.

"That strange pattern, that mirror surface that cannot be looked at directly, that terrifying vortex that seems to suck the soul in, yes, this is the legendary Great Abyss Magic Mirror! It is the magic mirror that the Three Pillars of God have offered a bounty for!"

Several demons were horrified when they saw the magic mirror. They were not excited about the bounty offered by the Three Pillars of God. No matter how much the bounty was, it was not something they could get. They were only worried about their own lives. When facing this ghost thing, ordinary demons had no chance of survival!

After discovering that the things that scared him so much were just a few demons, the Great Magic Mirror of the Abyss immediately began to tremble with an extremely arrogant attitude.

"I was so scared! I thought Aenarion had come, but it turned out to be just a few demons!"

"You deserve to die for making me so embarrassed!"

The declaration of death was issued, and several demons were sucked into the mirror by a powerful suction force amidst their howls, without any ability to resist.

Demons cannot be killed only relative to mortal creatures. The best way to kill a demon in the underworld is to devour and absorb it, and the Great Magic Mirror of the Abyss is an expert in this.

Cruelty is the nature of creatures in the underworld, as is bullying the weak, and bullying the weak and fearing the strong.

Skipping over what was happening in the underworld, Aenarion returned to the real world and was slightly startled. Then he heard what Nelos was saying in front of him.

"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."

It's just, very familiar words.

At the same time, the perceptive Nelos seemed to have sensed something and turned to look at Aenarion in disbelief.

"You went back to before the Deep Dive?!"

Aenarion covered his eyes.

Okay, it starts again.

It's just like the time loop, although for Aenarion this loop only happens once, and he can walk out directly in the next round. The strength and knowledge gained in this loop cannot be stacked, otherwise it would be a fatal blow if the boxes were stacked up. Unfortunately, the boxes cannot be stacked.

He quickly offered words of comfort, discarding all unnecessary thoughts at this moment, and only wanted to coax this suddenly "spoiled" girl of hundreds of years old. This situation, which was rare for Neros in a hundred years, made Aenarion feel that it was more troublesome and more headache-inducing than facing ten or even nine great demons.

Chapter 9 The mysterious woman

A man will probably go through a period of time in his life when he is troubled by women. Even if there are differences, they are probably the difference between being troubled by many women, being troubled by one woman, and being troubled by no woman.

This kind of thing is so common that even strong men are not immune to it.

At a certain moment, in a tertiary industry service center in Lothern.

A huge circular wine table accommodated quite a number of guests, including humans, elves, and other various races that needed no further introduction. These people were drinking and chatting happily, and the dance on the stage in the center of the circular wine table made them feel hot and excited.

On the huge stage were seven elves, men and women, wearing very little cloth. They danced gracefully and charmingly. The seven people had different dance steps but coordinated with each other. This dance was a rare and beautiful dance in the world. It was not a vulgar dance in ordinary taverns, but it was fascinating and gave people a sense of elegance. The dancers on the stage seemed like nobles at one moment and the lowest prostitutes in the slums at another.

Just as the spectators at the cocktail party were eager to watch the dance and wanted to have an in-depth exchange with the dancers on the stage, an extremely discordant voice suddenly rang out, tearing the music that was almost perfect into a flaw.

Mortals understand what beautiful things are. Especially tearing a perfect thing into pieces in front of others is an unforgivable sin.

"Asshole! Who is causing trouble?!"

"Don't people who do this kind of thing know that beautiful things should be cherished?!"

"What a bastard! I will tear the person who did this into pieces!"

Furious, angry, and without any rationality at all, the dignitaries who usually act high and mighty are now like thugs on the street, swearing at everyone and shouting for killing regardless of whether they understand or not. They have lost their former reserve and dignity.

Even the assembly call that often appeared on the Lothern parade ground could not be distinguished.

Boom!

The door was suddenly pushed open, and a group of elegantly dressed swordsmen holding two-handed giant swords strode in. They had grim expressions and high-spirited gaits, and it was obvious at first glance that they were good spies.

The Swordmaster of the White Tower is Lothern's secret service agency. In addition to intelligence gathering, internal surveillance, and espionage, they also work as mage bodyguards.

Although it is difficult to say whether this mage bodyguard is more about protection or surveillance.

Look

Seeing the group of sword masters of the White Tower rushing in, who looked very difficult to deal with, and the leader dressed as a wizard holding a staff, anyone with a little common sense would know that they shouldn't show off at this time, and the best policy is to quickly avoid them. But I don't know if it was because he was dazzled by the beauty, or because he drank too much and burned his brain, a guy walked towards the group of people rushing in.

"What do you guys want to do! Do you know who I am? Do you know where this place is?!"

"This is the clubhouse that Speaker Catherine has invested in! It entertains all the big shots in Lothern and even the entire Phoenix Court! This is not a place where you, a bunch of soldiers, can blackmail people at will! If anything happens here, you will all be in big trouble!"

"Get out of here!"

The harsh rebuke did not produce any effect. The leading wizard kept his eyes fixed on the seven men and women on the stage, as well as the White Tower Sword Masters who were entering one after another.

In their eyes, what is the such thing as an enchanting and peerless dancer?

There are only strange-looking enchanters who are posing in coquettish ways!

"Sure enough, Lothern needs a thorough investigation. I didn't expect there would be such a demon cave in the dock area!"

"This kind of thing happened right under our noses. Our White Tower is really looked down upon, bastard!"

The leading wizard waved his hand.

"Notify the sisters outside to seal off this place. Do not let any of the guys drinking here out!"

"These bastards are all corrupted by Chaos. We need the blood of these demon worshippers to scare those damn gutter rats!"

Seeing that the wizard ignored her, the Lothern who took the initiative to step forward became even more furious. She pointed her index finger at the leading wizard's nose and wanted to threaten him again. Unexpectedly, this action immediately received a sufficiently effective response.

The wizard stretched out his hand and punched the man directly in the face, knocking him five meters away.

The important person who was knocked down by the hammer took a long time to wake up. It seemed that the pain made her rational again. She covered her nose with blood and her cloudy eyes became clear again. Then, as if she thought of something, her eyes quickly turned into horror, then into fear, and finally into despair.

It seemed that only at this moment did she understand what kind of institution the White Tower was.

"Do it!"

At the shout of the leading wizard, the Sword Masters of the White Tower rushed in like a tiger into a flock of sheep. Their huge swords flew up and down, beating these hateful big shots until they wailed non-stop, making their heads that were filled with lust sober up a little. After their brains regained clarity due to the pain, they seemed to have foreseen what kind of fate they would suffer, and the shouting of these big shots became even more miserable.

This group of important people are still lucky, as they will face interrogation and imprisonment in the White Tower. However, those operators who originally belonged to this tertiary service venue will not be so lucky. Even if there are a few people in this group who are not enchanters, they must have had close contacts with enchanters. These circumstances are enough to sentence these bastards to death.

Killing people indiscriminately is the unquestionable way to deal with the situation. There is no need to talk about the code of conduct when facing such devil worshippers.

...After a period of processing...

"Sir." Several sword masters walked up to the leading mage with solemn expressions. "After interrogation, we found that the mistress here had left a few days ago. According to what those bastards said, the mistress seemed to have abandoned this stronghold that she had run for a long time."

"It seems that in her eyes, there is something more important than this stronghold."

The wizard simply replied while trimming his nails: "If he's gone, chase him. When you catch him back, imprison him in the Phoenix Temple."

Sword Master: "She followed the human named Nicholas in his group. Before leaving, the human named Nicholas took this woman away on purpose."

The wizard's hand that was trimming his nails paused for a moment, and then he made a "tsk" sound.

"Summarize the situation here and make a report, and send it to our Lord Phoenix King as soon as possible."

"This matter involves other forces. We cannot act rashly for the time being."

Chapter 10: Lothern's Game of the Coward

This round of action by Bai Ta looked like an ordinary anti-pornography campaign, so it did not cause much waves at the beginning. However, after two days of fermentation, it finally caused an uproar.

The underground dungeon of the White Tower was always used to hold serious criminals, demon-related personnel, and various mysterious items. But now, the three most respected people in the White Tower organization were standing here with frowns on their faces.