Real elves vs fake elves

so good……

It would be great if this happy day could last forever...

She felt that she was gradually falling in love with this daily life, but when she thought of her own failures, a strong sense of unwillingness surged into her heart again.

This unwillingness has almost become her inner demon, nearly tearing her apart. Even the happy days like now cannot make this horrible inner demon fade away in the slightest.

A woman who could marry a husband and have three children was certainly not a simple elf. She came to Lothern because of political failure.

What made her even more unwilling was that the guy who had put her in such a situation was now so arrogant in the Council of Five Hundred and he couldn't even recognize who she was!

Damn bastard!

Just as Duransha's mind was spinning rapidly and all kinds of conspiracies and tricks were coming up, a knock on the door suddenly interrupted her thoughts. This made the woman quite dissatisfied, but she had to get up and open the gate of the courtyard.

"who……"

As soon as I uttered the first word, I held back the rest.

There was a person standing outside the door, no, actually it was a group of people, but in Duransha's eyes, only the person in the middle was left.

This person's appearance was completely unexpected to her.

"Taitatatatatatata...Teri-sama?!!!"

Terry's expression now was completely different from before. She looked Duranda up and down without saying a word, then went straight into the courtyard, found a stool and sat down, while two female knights dressed in black always served her and never left her side.

"Help Durantha's husband with the housework, and get close to my nephews and nieces."

Following Terry's words, the remaining knights

Entering into Durantha's small courtyard, although the knights were wearing heavy armor, their footsteps were as light as a cat's, almost without any sound.

Duransha, who already felt that something was wrong, looked at Terry, lowering her head and giving a flattering smile.

"Sir...you are..."

Terri ignored the flattery. She picked up a teacup on the table beside her and looked at it carefully for a moment.

"Aurora porcelain... I don't think we have a trade agreement with Aurora?"

Duransha forced a smile: "Sir...you are...I don't understand what you mean."

Terry: "Who told you to say that?"

Duransha was stunned for a moment, then immediately smiled again: "I still don't understand..."

Before she finished speaking, Terry said something that made Duransha's heart break without even looking up.

"Your son has done very well in school in Lothern. He will most likely be able to become a civil servant directly after graduation... What a pity."

"killed."

Duransha's pupils shrank sharply, but before she could say anything else, a short and shrill scream suddenly rang out... and suddenly ended.

Terry: "Two daughters, plus a husband, you have three more chances."

Duransha began to tremble all over. She looked at Terry in disbelief and spoke incoherently with trembling mouth: "Evil...devil...devil..."

Terry: "It seems that you don't value your family very much..."

Before she finished speaking, Duransha fell to the ground and screamed, "I'll tell you! I'll tell you!!! I'll tell you everything!!!"

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When the Sword Master of the White Tower took Durantha and her group to the dungeon, Terry was making tea with Durantha's porcelain. Beside her stood a dozen female knights in black armor, whose equipment was completely different from the armed forces already in the Phoenix Court.

"Demon... No one has called me that for a long time. Ever since I followed Lord Aenarion, the people in Lothern seem to look down on me more and more."

"In their eyes, I have really become a follower."

I don't know who I'm talking to, or maybe I'm just talking to myself.

"People nowadays have no idea why Lord Aenarion kept me by his side."

"A thug who enjoys killing, a monster who enjoys cruelty and sadism, a demon who calls himself an elf, a villain who makes even the real devil tremble..."

"I really miss the days when Lord Aenarion beat me every day in the name of reforming me."

After hearing these words, the group of black-armored knights behind Terry all showed disgusted expressions.

"There are even rumors now that Lord Aenarion is attracted by my beauty and has taken me to his side as a concubine..."

As she was speaking, Terry slapped her thigh.

"It would be great if this rumor were true!"

The black-armored knights all rolled their eyes.

There is no such thing as something so cheap.

After daydreaming for a while, Terry finally started to get down to business.

"Take the evidence of this man's crimes, especially the letters, and we will go to Lord Aenarion."

"These damn Shen descendants are really dishonest."

"Deepborn! You're not being honest! You should send the dragons away one by one!"

Thus, with irrefutable evidence, the Phoenix Court finally began to unleash its fangs against what was nominally the last elven separatist force.

After the Deepborn lost their three dragons, the three cities that lost their protection were quickly captured by the dwarves. Although the individual combat power of the dwarves was not as good as that of the Deepborn, their brass machines could kill the slave soldiers of the Deepborn. Now the only two remaining cities of the Deepborn are also in danger under the siege of the dwarves...

But it just stands firm.

To be honest, dragons are still quite something. Even a black dragon transformed by magic cannot be underestimated. A dragon destroyed a dwarf kingdom and ravaged a human principality. These are all things that happened in history.

The conditions offered by the dwarves to Aenarion were 20 boxes of gold, 200 boxes of precious minerals, 3000 pieces of enchanted armor, and after conquering the cities of the Deepborn, the ownership of one of them would belong to the Phoenix Court.

But Aenarion remained noncommittal about this condition. He just left the dwarf envoy there, entertaining him with fine wine and delicious food every day, but he kept delaying.

Chapter 58 This is not what I want

Dwarves, a race famous for their stubbornness and height, these two things have basically become the stereotypes that run through this race.

It is called a stereotype, but in fact it is almost true, just that it is slightly different from what other people imagine in some aspects.

For example, in terms of height, sometimes dwarves are even shorter than humans imagine, which breaks the stereotype, doesn’t it?

Another is that dwarves often try to be clever in some "insignificant" aspects.

For example, in the gift list for the Phoenix Court, the measure word "box" is used for both gold and minerals. How many boxes does it mean? How much can it hold? Why use this strange measure word?

And the armor, whose armor? Is it the dwarf's armor or the elf's armor? If it's the dwarf's armor, then the elf will be at a great disadvantage. After all, in terms of height, two sets of dwarf armor can equal one set of elven armor.

What kind of dwarfs had given this list, Aenarion could not tell, so he

It makes sense for the bastard to be left out in Lothern for a while.

The dwarves in the delegation wanted to get angry, but they could not find anything wrong with the etiquette of the elves, and the treatment they received made the dwarves very comfortable. Even Aenarion's excuse for not seeing them was so reasonable and well-founded.

This makes people feel very suffocated, and the feeling of being unable to express anything is just like having a stomachache but also being constipated.

Just when this group of envoys had been held back for nearly half a month and were looking for an opportunity to vent their anger, they saw an astonishing scene.

The tavern owned by the cat man that the dwarf envoys often visited was actually empty. Except for a poor cat man who was watching the store with a depressed look on his face, there was no one else. After seeing the group of dwarves coming in, the cat man also showed a very impatient look, and it was almost as if "you are not welcome" was written on his face.

After reluctantly spending a silver coin to pay the cat-man clerk, the dwarves learned a piece of news that shocked them.

The elf dragon is back.

"The elves on earth also have dragons? Why didn't our relatives tell us this news?!"

"Prince, I think we should re-evaluate the strength of the Phoenix Royal Court elves..."

"If we can really win over these allies, then the hatred of our ancestors will definitely be settled!"

The dwarves were talking about it, but Prince Salamander, the leader of the delegation, decided to go to the central square of Lothern to take a look.

What if...what if it's a wyvern?

It was almost noon and the central square of Lothern was crowded with people. Most elves preferred quietness and did not like to join in the fun. Even when they gathered together, they mostly chatted with each other in a very polite manner.

But this is obviously not the case now, large groups of elves gathered together and chatted with each other, they were in high spirits and even a little noisy, they could hardly hide their excitement, they didn't seem to be looking forward to their own ultimate weapon, but more like welcoming their idols.

When the big clock in the central square struck 12 times, representing noon, a dragon's roar sounded punctually, making a fascinating sound.

Even if the dragon's roar did not contain any dragon language, the deterrence brought by the sound waves alone was enough to frighten lower animals to death, and make intelligent creatures uncontrollably want to "escape".

But it was different at this moment. The spirit of the elves became increasingly high because of the dragon's roar. They cheered and jumped for joy, as if they were welcoming a great hero. It was a fanatical worship and admiration from the bottom of their hearts.

Under the horrified gazes of the dwarves, a giant dragon that was much larger than the black dragon they had imagined suddenly pierced through the clouds and swooped down from the sky. Its fierce might brought with it a violent impact, and the violent power it released seemed to be able to completely crush the entire Lothern.

boom! ! !

The giant dragon suddenly stopped dozens of meters in the air. Its terrifying body easily withstood this terrifying maneuver that almost violated mechanics, but the shock wave it brought came crashing down, almost blowing all the elves gathered there to the ground.

In addition, it should be mentioned that due to their height, dwarves cannot fall over or stand up sideways.

"Is this the...real dragon that the elves are talking about?!" The Fire Salamander Prince stared at the terrifying beast with his mouth wide open. Even the giant fire salamander that lived deep in the volcano was just like a chicken or a dog compared to this beast. It seemed like something that could be torn apart easily.

"This... I'm afraid only the legendary Mother of Fire Salamanders can possess such power... The Brass Legion of the Brass Kingdom is nothing compared to it."

"I hope the decision of the Supreme Council will not bring us a new and more terrifying enemy."

Just as the Fire Salamander Prince was muttering this, there suddenly came a fiercer storm. With the dwarves' eyes nearly popping out, a giant green dragon, even bigger than the Star Dragon, came roaring down.

With the entry of the second dragon, the elves' enthusiasm reached an unparalleled level.

"Quack! Phoenix King! We love you!"

"Phoenix King!!!"

"Hmm...Phoenix King..."

"Yeah! Phoenix King! I can die for you at any time!"

There were many noisy sounds, but the fanatical worship completely turned this place into a grotesque scene. The elves were crying, roaring, and even engaging in self-mutilation.

Even the religious people who should be the most rational and wise could not stop this horrific fanaticism. They were even more extreme than the ordinary people. Some of them were so fanatical that they were almost insane. They were shirtless and screamed while beating their backs wildly with thorny chains.

Aenarion's figure slowly appeared on Indragnir's back, which made the frenzy on the scene reach its peak. The sound waves generated by the elves' shouts became louder and louder, as if a real shock wave had been formed, which was so terrifying that it could blow away and destroy buildings.

Seeing the fanatical people below, Aenarion remained silent. The rotten dragon beside Indrognir glanced at the elf, and after a while, he suddenly spoke.

"Is this what you wanted, elf?"

Aenarion was silent for a moment. "No, that is not what I want."

"Not at all."

Xiulong was about to taunt him, but when he saw the expressionless

Aenarion glanced at him and changed the subject.

"You'd better learn the dragon song as soon as possible, otherwise my plan to reorganize the Thirty-Three Dragon Council will have no legitimacy."

Aenarion hummed, and looked at the elves in front of him who were in an obviously abnormal state of fanaticism, without saying a word.

Chapter 59: A Strange Adventure in a Strange World

With unknown emotions, the dwarven delegation left in a hurry. Some humans and other races also left, but this group of people disappeared silently, just like they appeared in Lothern silently.

Aenarion's move is enough to make the powerful forces in this world re-evaluate the elves' fighting power, which will play a significant role in the elves' future strategy.

At least not just any Tom, Dick or Harry will come and annoy you.

The elf, who had always played the role of 0 that could be stepped on by anyone, finally showed its fangs to the outside world again. These fangs were extremely hideous and terrifying, like those of a poisonous snake.

This is both a threat and a declaration.

At the same time, Nicholas and his party, who had been wandering in the wilds of the Principality of Rock Eagle for nearly half a month, finally arrived at the capital of the Principality of Rock Eagle - Rock Eagle City.

Rock Eagle City is one of the largest cities in the entire human empire and the only city in the Rock Eagle Principality. Apart from this city, most of the residential settlements in the Rock Eagle Principality exist in the form of various mining sites, and there are no villages in the strict sense.

Because of its mountainous terrain, the Principality of Ganjiu has almost negligible arable land. The few remaining arable lands are in the hands of Grand Duke Ganjiu, who grows a variety of expensive fruits.

As for the residents' food, it was basically all imported, and Grand Duke Ganji monopolized the channels for importing food and established various severe laws against the smuggling of food.

Mia placed the teleportation array in the Principality of Ganjiu for a reason. Smuggling grain here really makes a lot of money, and even the high-priced grain smuggled in is much cheaper than buying it from Grand Duke Ganjiu.

Nicholas and his companions were walking on the streets of Rock Eagle City. It was as if they were looking at another world. Especially Nicholas, he was extremely surprised by everything in front of him. This was a scene he had never seen in either the Griffin Duchy or the Falcon Duchy.

Nicholas: “Here…”

Grand Duke Orlando: "Grand Duke Yanjiu owns 200% of the gold mines and more than % of the silver mines in the entire Yanjiu Principality. He even owns three precious metal mines that produce minerals more precious than gold. This makes this old bastard extremely rich. Even if he squanders it like this every day, I'm afraid it will take him years to squander all the amazing wealth his family has accumulated."

Nicholas said nothing. He glanced at the beggars lying on the street.