Real elves vs fake elves

After hearing this new "joke", the rest of the people present looked despairing.

Can anyone tell me what's so funny about this?!

What's so funny about these words?

Why do I feel more desperate the more I listen?!

Aenarion: "Because of the dove of peace, the war cannot be ended."

It seemed that he finally couldn't hold it in anymore, and the sound of hearty laughter rang out in several undetectable depths of the Netherworld. The rumbling laughter seemed to make the entire Netherworld tremble, and made countless Netherworld creatures tremble with fear. For the poor lower creatures in the Netherworld, no matter what kind of emotions the superiors exuded, it could have a fatal effect on them.

Those big guys might create a new underworld race because of their anger, but it is more likely that after the big guys’ anger subsides, this newly born race will disappear into thin air.

The netherworld is so chaotic and disordered that there is an insurmountable gap between the superiors and the inferiors, like a gap between heaven and earth.

After telling these three idiotic jokes, Aenarion's body emanated a light like oil paint, but this light lasted for less than half a second before disappearing immediately, as if the light had never existed.

But everyone present was sharp-eyed and sharp-minded. Even if the time was short and the impact was small, they could still detect it. But because of this, this group of people had the first thought of why they had to be so sharp. Why not be a little dull? That way, they would feel better.

This damn bastard is really blessed by the God of Laughter!

This guy is really God's chosen one!!!

Why did this joke really amuse the gods? What was the funny part?

After stretching his body, Aenarion felt the negligible enhancement in his body and gave the God of Laughter a grade.

It is true that he is stronger than Phoenix God and Hunting God, but not as strong as Phoenix God and Hunting God combined. To sum it up, it is okay to bully these two noobs, but you can't make them angry.

As an ambitious god, the God of Laughter naturally would not be willing to compete with a weakling, so it is understandable that he would do something like swallowing the Moon Goddess.

Walking slowly in front of the Cheshire Cat, Aenarion looked down at the pretty girl, his expression still as serious as before.

It seems like he doesn't want to continue his conspiracy?

Just as the Cheshire Cat felt a glimmer of hope, Aenarion spoke directly.

"So, we are colleagues from now on?"

"Colleagues should help and care for each other."

A vein on the Cheshire Cat's forehead jumped, but he didn't dare to say anything, for fear that he would make mistakes if he spoke too much.

Seeing that the pretty girl refused to speak, Aenarion did not force her too much.

"Since you don't speak, then I will speak."

After all, the Cheshire Cat is not an ordinary woman. Faced with such persecution, at least she didn't cry!

"As the current Champion Chosen of the Laughing God, I have begun to plan the next course of action for the Laughing God Church."

"First, we need the Laughing God to do his best to devour the Red Moon and the Silver Moon."

"Try your best! The current swallowing speed is too slow. We need a faster, stronger, and more exciting swallowing speed."

In fact, the Red Moon completely enveloped the Silver Moon, and wanted

When he wanted to digest the core of the Silver Moon as quickly as possible, the Laughing God had already started to devour the Red Moon. While the Red Moon was focusing most of its energy on devouring the Silver Moon, the Laughing God was devouring as much of the Red Moon as possible.

It can be said that this approach is very foolish. It is said that the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind it. But this Laughing God is not an oriole. He is just a mantis, but his ambition is so big that he would risk swallowing his own kind while they are eating.

Although the Laughing God did arrange many means, this behavior is absolutely crazy even from a human perspective. Gods who do not die unless they seek death often do not make such risky moves. The Laughing God's extreme behavior is indeed beyond the expectations of almost everyone.

But this crazy act was not crazy enough for Aenarion! It was not crazy enough!

Since you have done such a crazy thing, why do you still have to leave room for yourself?

Since you have decided to devour someone who is even stronger than you, why are you not willing to put in all your strength? !

How can you know your potential if you don’t push yourself?

It was because of this crazy yet not crazy enough behavior of the Laughing God that He was unable to devour the Moon Goddess in the finale, and was even pulled out of His stomach by the protagonist of the fourth part.

Since you're going to shake it, shake it to the very bottom!

"Laughing God! This is not an attack! It is my full respect!"

Aenarion suddenly shouted, and drew the Huntsman's bow to its full length. Silver-white arrows automatically appeared on the bow arm, shining as brightly as stars.

"I am your strongest support! Please use all your strength to devour and fight!"

"This is my worship and worship of Kouya!"

boom!

The magic arrow shot out, then disappeared in the air in an instant, and no one knew where it was teleported to.

The Cheshire Cat couldn't help herself after seeing this and she screamed.

"The Chosen Ones cannot attack their own gods! Even if you can locate the Laughing God in the Netherworld, your attack will not be able to cause any harm..."

Before he could finish his words, a scream echoed in the minds of everyone present.

"Ouch!"

You know what, this scream is exactly the same as Tom's.

Chapter 38: The Three Gods’ Chosen Achievement

Listening to the meaningless scream and looking at the still trembling bowstring of the Huntsman Bow in Aenarion's hand, the Cheshire Cat's mind went blank for a moment.

It touches upon a blind spot in knowledge, and even a blind spot in knowledge that destroys one's worldview. It has to be said that it is somewhat fatal.

"How can it be?!"

The soliloquy in collapse received an answer. Aenarion looked at the woman, his expression still firm.

"How is it impossible!"

"I said, that was not an attack, but a prayer that was filled with my reverence and respect!"

"As I recall, the Church of the Laughing God never defined the form of worship?"

"Then it is only natural that I complete the worship by shooting arrows at the gods."

"After all, I am the chosen champion, and I obviously have the right to decide the format of my own worship."

These words were spoken with great confidence, and coupled with Aenarion's head held high and chest puffed out, it made people absolutely sure that this big guy couldn't be the one who was wrong.

Aenarion certainly didn't have much of an opinion about the Laughing God. He simply felt that the Laughing God was devouring the Moon Goddess too slowly and needed to work harder.

As for Moon Goddess, she was invisible in the first three parts of "Harem Overlord" and was swallowed up as a background board. After the last part was released, she was simply a love-brained character. Not to mention being liked, it was good enough that she was not hated.

At least Aenarion is very unimpressed by it. The actions of the Moon Goddess in the fourth part of "Harem Overlord" often make people think, "Is this something a god can do?"

If this kind of clown-like love-brained person is swallowed up, then just swallow him up. There is really nothing to regret.

Holding rebellious thoughts that an elf would never have, Aenarion had no sympathy for the Moon Goddess at all. He even complained that the Laughing God's devouring speed was too slow, to the extent that he needed to be whipped by him frequently.

After hearing what Aenarion said, the Cheshire Cat suddenly sat down on the ground with his legs crossed, covering his bruised wound with a grin.

Although what the other party said sounded absolutely unreasonable to her, since he had succeeded in doing it, there must be some "reason" in what he said.

Now, first he became the chosen one of the God of Laughter, and then the worship was successful. As Enarion said, the big guy really became the "colleague" of the Cheshire Cat. So I don't know whether it was because he accepted his fate or really agreed with it, but the Cheshire Cat just sat on the ground with an attitude of a dead pig not refusing to move away from boiling water.

"What do you want to do next? This body of less than 100 pounds of flesh is laid out here, do whatever you want. I don't want to play anymore. I lost, so I don't want to play anymore!"

Aenarion smiled slightly at the Cheshire Cat who suddenly took on a reckless attitude.

"Admit defeat?"

The Cheshire Cat grinned: "What else can I do if I don't admit defeat? Fight with you? Do I have the qualifications to fight with you?"

"Even the God of Laughter fell into your hands, and you even shot him in the butt with arrows. What else can I do? I am also desperate!"

"Very good." Aenarion showed satisfaction with the Cheshire Cat's words and performance.

Zizi said, "In the future, the big circus will be relocated to the Phoenix Royal Court. I will not be responsible for the other small circuses."

In one sentence, the affiliation of the Church of the Laughing God was directly determined. The Cheshire Cat could only grin to express his displeasure at this behavior, but he couldn't say anything to refute.

After putting these troublemakers under his watch, Aenarion turned around and signaled the four secret leaders to keep a close watch on the two high priests. Aenarion considered the Wildborn to be easy prey. First of all, there were enough men among the Wildborn. Although such a small number of men would not make much of a splash among the Moonborn, they could still help to slightly increase the population ratio.

All I can say is that the gender ratio of elves can be improved as much as possible.

Secondly, as a rare spellcasting unit, the Crow Hags are also a powerful force that needs to be fought for, and Aenarion has a way to change them back to normal elves. There must be many Crow Hags who don't like this face that can scare children in the middle of the night.

After finally tidying up everything, the mission here is completed.

There wasn't even a boss battle, and the big event that seemed to affect the whole world was resolved with just a bunch of beeps from Aenarion, whose only move was to shoot the Laughing God in the ass.

The finishing work on Aenarion's side was easy, but the finishing work on Val Iron City's side was not easy at all.

A large number of underground slave races and monster armies gave up resistance, and the elves imprisoned this astonishing number of defeated troops and provided them with the minimum daily supplies. Without Aenarion's decision, a group of elves were not even sure how to treat these captives.

The elves are not so desperate as to massacre the captives on a large scale, but leaving them like this is not a good idea either. Neither the Wilderness nor the Deeper Clan can pay the ransom for these guys. If they just ignore such a large group of foodies, it will be a big loss.

Relatively speaking, the idea with the highest support rate is to make these guys into slaves, and either sell them or use them as coolies. It just so happens that the reconstruction of Val Iron City requires a large number of laborers, and Lothern also needs a large number of laborers to expand production. If they are used as slaves, at least some losses can be recovered.

But no matter what, the elves won in the end, and the Phoenix Court won in the end.

The other cities in the royal court were cheering at the moment, and they were excited about this great victory. However, the people in Val Iron City were not so happy. They seemed to be relieved. The idea of ​​winning glory for the family before the war had disappeared. Now that the overwhelming glory and merit were in front of them, they could no longer make them excited and excited like before the war. Now they were as calm and steady as real warriors. Their immature ideas and childish behaviors had been thoroughly tempered by the battlefield of iron and fire.

Now in the entire Phoenix King's Court, the main theme is still spreading the news and being excited about this grand victory, but something always seems a little wrong, like a flaw on white jade, a shadow under the light.

Inside the basement of Val Iron City, several high-ranking officials of the city are looking worried at the moment. In front of them is a special machine made of steel and magic. This machine is like an enlarged version of a steel coffin. There are countless thick pipes connected to the outside of the coffin. Liquids of unknown properties are flowing in the pipes. It looks very bad.

The person in the coffin is Miranda. This half-demon, half-elf has been lying quietly in the coffin since a breath of the rotten dragon nearly destroyed half of her body.

"Those who should come out should have come out a long time ago."

An important person muttered to herself, but her voice received no response, because the faces of the important persons around her looked even worse.

Chapter 39 Miranda's Bloodline

The Silver Steel Royal Court, which is now the Val Iron City and its surrounding satellite cities, was once betrayed by the Flower Valley Royal Court. It was betrayed very badly, to the point where not a single man was left.

In order to solve the problem at hand, the previous lord of Val Iron City, Miranda's mother, who was extremely smart, made a decision that went against her ancestors on a certain day and at a certain time. She was probably too smart or she was mentally retarded.

Find a demon to do this and that.

And the nobles of the Silver Steel Royal Court, who were almost driven crazy by the fact that there was no man left in the country at that time, did not stand up to stop this. They just watched their boss commit such a heinous crime and do such a horrific thing.

The Silversteel Court became famous because of this, and it also gave the Flower Valley Court an excuse to officially suppress this group of people. Since then, the strongest court of the elves has fallen from grace. By the time of Miranda, it even needed Aenarion's help to barely survive.

As for the current life in Val Iron City, it is a good life that the old and young people of the Silver Steel King's Court could not even dream of. Because of Aenarion's bribery with real money and the favor he made in times of crisis, Val Iron City is full of loyal followers of the Phoenix King. For example, in this siege, except for Val Iron City and Lothern, other newly conquered elven cities could not survive this situation.

It is for this reason that the elves in Val Iron City are very worried about the current situation of their boss.

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So much time has passed, will there really be no problems? After all, Miranda's child's bloodline..."

An important person asked a question cautiously, but was quickly interrupted by other important people.

"As long as Miranda has not completely turned into a demon, she will always be our master, the master of this city."

"Lord Phoenix King has a good relationship with Myranda. We shouldn't make enemies with Lord Aenarion in this way."

The argument is plausible, but not realistic.

"If that's the case, wouldn't it be better if we just informed Lord Aenarion of Miranda's current condition?"

Another person heard this and immediately spoke up to stop him: "How do you tell? Tell what?!"

"Tell the great Phoenix King, who hates Chaos, that one of his subordinates is sliding uncontrollably toward becoming a demon?"

"Tell Lord Aenarion that his subordinate is actually the son of a Hell Lord?!"

"If that were true, how would Aenarion view Myranda? How would he view Val Iron City? How would he view us? How would he view the people in Val Iron City who are loyal to him?!"

"Even if you really want to say it, then do it yourself and don't drag us down!"

These words immediately silenced many important people present.

The important people in Val Iron City were very cautious about the bloodline of their boss. They could not explain to Lord Aenarion if they overthrew him. They felt even more unable to explain if they told the whole story honestly.

The main reason is that I can't explain it to Aenarion.

"I've recovered so many times before...I'm sure I can do it this time too!"

I don't know where this sentence came from, but it finally got a response from other important people.

That's right, as long as it was the same as before. Just like usual, Miranda could recover on her own, her willpower was very strong, enough to resist the call of that damn bloodline.

This giant coffin-like device that wraps Miranda is not a life-support device or a repair device. It is a prison, a prison used to seal the devil.

But this seal can be opened from the inside. The person inside only needs to regain his sanity and solve a relatively simple puzzle, such as "the ancient sages believed that calibration is the best way" or a rotating three-layer compass, and then he can walk out of the seal.