Real elves vs fake elves

What followed was a series of difficult to understand words, such as God's chosen ones are not mortals, God's chosen ones are beings that transcend humans, etc., highlighting his stubbornness.

Listening to the turkey's complaints, Aenarion fell into deep thought.

The god of death and the god of sleep...

The Grim Reaper is not the seducer in various myths on Earth. This stern Lady Death is more of the concept of "death" itself.

The death of a human being is certainly death, but the fall of a god is not death?

Going further up, will the end of the world be death?!

Going further up, is Zero in the Netherworld death?

The background of the game "Harem Overlord" has always hinted that once the Lady of Death wakes up, it will mean the end of the world, and the entire worldview will be zero-sum. It is obvious at first glance that this is a backup plan for the screenwriter to restart if he can't continue writing.

As long as there is life or non-life death in this world, the strength of Lady Death will increase. Although she is in "sleep", the power of Lady Death has been expanding at an astonishing scale, and it is unknown whether she will reach the strength of the God of Greed one day.

Then, in the third film, "The Death Overlord", this Lady Death was sucked by Frankenstein, and a patch was left on her body when she was sucked. Even though the power of the God of Death was already the undisputed number one among the gods in this world at this time, it was still in the embryonic stage. Not to mention growing, even the buds had not yet begun.

Asuryan was actually trying to commit suicide by trying to absorb a fellow of this level. Aenarion could only say that the turkey was a bit of a fool and might have vision, but it was unlikely that he had vision.

"Wuwaaaaa, you must avenge me. Those bastards beat me so hard..."

Aenarion: "Stop yelling. Can't all these snacks stop you from crying?"

The turkey stopped crowing immediately.

Aenarion: "I can go and see Sleep, but I won't think of Death for the time being. I haven't even thought about how to deal with this god."

The turkey was a little indignant, but after seeing the big guy's eyes coming over, he immediately retracted his indignant look and became resolute and brave.

Aenarion: "Although I won't cause trouble to the gods of sleep and death for the time being, you need to adjust your condition recently. I will send you snacks soon. Don't let those new colleagues take away the big portions."

Fat Turkey was stunned. "Snacks?" His displeasure immediately disappeared without a trace. "What snacks?"

"The Faceless Ones, the true masters of the underground world, are a group of bastards who look very much like Cthulhu. They are monsters that can release terrifying dark energy and are the true enemies of the dwarves."

"The Deep Races have always been divided into two factions. One faction has been staying in the underground world, and the other has always wanted to return to the surface. In the past, the above-ground faction has always occupied the main seats, but wasn't their offensive recently thwarted by me? This faction has suffered a great loss, and its status among the Deep Races has plummeted."

"It can be imagined that the underground faction has now occupied the mainstream of the Deepborn. This so-called underground faction is a group of mages secretly funded by the Faceless Men. Now that this group of Faceless Men has lost resistance, they have finally shown their fangs."

"The dwarves could never imagine that the Faceless Men and the Elves would unleash such amazing power after they merged..." Aenarion pondered for a moment.

, his expression became a little strange, "The elf is really a good material."

Chapter 62 What you think is a secret is sometimes not a secret

The scale of the dwarf delegation from the Fire Salamander Clan was quite spectacular. The vehicles pulled by the ground dragons were so huge, much larger than human trains. The treasures inside were also dazzling. They were not described in vague quantifiers such as "boxes" or "pieces" that were used when the delegation came for the first time, but very precise descriptions of weight, size, and preciousness.

It can be seen that the dwarves attach great importance to this negotiation.

According to the rules between the various forces in this world, the elves who currently hold the dominant position should leave the dwarves alone for a while, but Aenarion did not do so. The first time he left the dwarves alone for such a long time was purely because of Indrognir. Compared with the rotten dragon, this young dragon was still naive and needed to learn, and learning also took time.

Looking at Aenarion standing in the square in his best attire, at the decorations so luxurious that they dazzled his eyes, and at the lighting effects that seemed to form a ring behind him, the prince of the Salamander clan quickly stepped forward and bowed.

"Great Phoenix King, the Fire Salamander Kingdom pays you its sincerest respects."

Aenarion responded with impeccable courtesy, and this grand meeting, which had been rehearsed several times, began under the gaze of countless elves and cat-people.

This kind of meeting is more like a performance. More important negotiations must be conducted secretly in a small dark room. But this kind of meeting on the surface must be as grand as possible. If nothing else, the sense of ceremony must not be lacking.

Thus, the show lasted for several hours, and after the elves and cat people who were watching had enjoyed it, this superficial effort was finally over.

The real negotiations will begin after the dinner.

………………

Lothern, in a secret room that cannot be detected by any detection magic.

Several leaders of the Phoenix Court and several dwarves attending the meeting sat in a circle around a round table in this secret room. In the center of the table was a projection crystal, which was now projecting amazing content.

A nun in black clothes and robes walked into the middle of a group of dwarven salamander warriors who were shouting and killing. The nun was wearing a mask with only a huge vertical pupil on it. Although it looked like a mask, in fact, the vertical pupil was able to move freely like a real eye, which looked extremely weird.

The fire salamander warriors used their battle axes enchanted with fire damage to instantly tear the nun to pieces, but this was not the end at all. The nun's torn body was like a ball of black ink that was splashed everywhere, and as long as the dwarf got a little bit of these scattered ink spots, that unlucky guy would instantly be assimilated into a larger "ink spot". After a round of terrifying crazy expansion, the countless "ink spots" gathered together again, and this time this ball of black unidentified matter no longer looked like the nun before.

Instead, it was a tattered-looking humanoid creature, with an upper body that resembled a human but was skinny, and a lower body made up of countless black tentacles that were wriggling and crisscrossing. Two huge wings were spread out behind it, and on the wings were countless eyes of varying sizes. These eyes were spinning wildly in a terrifying state, as if they were trying to break free from the wings.

As for the face of this monster, it is very ordinary, as its name "Faceless" suggests, there is nothing on this dark face, just a big black lump like a preserved egg.

Why do these monsters like to transform into nuns?

This was the first thought that came to Aenarion's mind after watching the projection.

Except for him, everyone present who watched this projection seemed to feel a little heavy-hearted.

The dwarf felt that his scars were once again opened, and he felt uncomfortable.

The elves were surprised at the strength of this enemy. They originally thought that the dwarves were incompetent, but now it seemed that they were really difficult to deal with.

At least this physical attack seems to be ineffective, but I don’t know whether the magic attack will be effective.

"This is the new subject of the Deepborn—the Faceless One."

"These despicable bastards shamelessly signed a contract with this underworld creature in order to defeat us. They used the souls of their own people and our dwarves to feed this insatiable gluttonous monster. It is hard to imagine what a terrible monster the Faceless One will become after feeding so many souls."

"This behavior can't even be called resistance, but a self-destructive madness."

The prince of the Salamander clan gave a very infectious speech, with a voice full of emotion, as if the terrifying Faceless Man was about to descend on the earth to destroy the world. The dwarf envoys all cooperated very well and acted in grief, and even several bigwigs in the Phoenix Court showed expressions of being infected.

This passionate yet concise speech continued, and Aenarion, listening to it, seemed to understand why the dwarves chose this prince as an envoy.

"This war is not only for ourselves, for the safety of the underground world, but also for this world. We are the children of this world, the offspring of the Time Dragon and the Space Snake. We have an obligation to declare war on these damned underworld creatures and prevent them from encroaching on our pure world.

between!"

The final summary was also very passionate, and very much in line with the truth of this world. Faced with such correct words, even Aenarion had to stand up and applaud.

Although the big guys in this world are colluding with the Netherworld more openly than each other, after all, the time has not come to the point of social chaos and etiquette has not collapsed, and everyone still has to maintain their dignity on the surface.

After finishing his speech, Prince Salamander nodded to Aenarion, and the meaning was very clear: Boss, I've finished speaking, it's your turn.

Seeing this, Aenarion nodded, and then...

"Isn't the Faceless One a creature from the Underworld created by you and the Deepborn? It should have never come up to the surface, right? Does it really have any knowledge of the surface? To be precise, does it even have the concept of the surface?"

"If it doesn't even have the concept of the surface, it probably doesn't have the ambition to conquer the surface."

With just these few words, all the dwarves present broke out in cold sweats.

How did this bastard know such a secret?

Even among the dwarf leaders, not many people knew about this kind of thing, but the dwarves participating in this meeting happened to know this secret within a secret.

The meeting instantly came to a deadlock.

Chapter 63 The Decision to Send Troops

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Prince Salamander wanted to ask Aenarion how he knew about this, and from the other party's tone it seemed that he didn't want to get involved in the affairs of the underground world. These two statements were things that the dwarf didn't want to see, and the combination of the two made him not even know what to say.

Aenarion: "It is impossible not to be tempted by the omniscience of the magical information processing device created by the Slann demons. It is naturally unacceptable to be tempted but unable to use it. It is understandable that you, who think you have mastered this machine, want to recreate it one-to-one."

"You were all very proud races back then. The dwarves created such a brilliant civilization and rune technology. The Darkborn also believed that they had taken away the most brilliant magic knowledge of the Lightborn. The Lightborn also created an 'all-powerful' magic information processing mechanism. With the cooperation of the two of you, it doesn't seem to be a big problem to imitate a new magic processing mechanism."

"After all, you do have reason to be proud."

Aenarion spoke calmly about other people's little secrets, which made the dwarves look incredulous.

"But how could the gift from the underworld be so easy to copy? What you think you fully understand is always just your own thinking. Although you have copied the omnipotent mechanism one-to-one, something went wrong. What you copied is not a super machine that can lead a race to prosperity, but a crazy monster that only knows how to devour souls."

"The Faceless One is always in a state of madness, but is also more rational than any other creature. It is like a chaotic dead thing without wisdom and consciousness, but it possesses knowledge and wisdom far beyond this world."

"This is a combination of contradictions and paradoxes. This twisted monster almost wiped out both of your races. In the end, it was the human brave Barbarian King Conan who saved your lives when he was defeating the last Slann Demon. This is why you have such a good relationship with humans."

After briefly recounting the tragic history of the dwarves over the years, Aenarion calmly stopped talking and chose to observe the group of dwarves in front of him who were basically on the verge of collapse with an inexplicable look.

Under Aenarion's sharp gaze, the dwarven envoys broke out in a cold sweat.

I thought the next part after the speech would be bargaining and bickering, but why did they start by exposing people's true colors? !

The dwarves now felt like a group of goblins with their beards shaved off. The things they used to cover up disappeared, and any secrets became exposed, and their foundations were completely exposed.

This feeling is really terrible!

Seeing the dwarf in front of him, who had been eloquent just now, now sweating profusely, Aenarion felt that he seemed to have overexerted himself.

Look how scared the child is.

"On behalf of the Phoenix Court, I agree to the dwarves' request to send troops."

The first sentence made all the dwarves breathe a sigh of relief. As the big boss of the Phoenix Court spoke in this way, it proved that although the talks between the two sides were a bit stiff, they were still beneficial after all.

"But the cost of sending troops that you promised needs to be tripled."

The dwarves did not make much comment on the second sentence. Although most dwarves were greedy for money, the negotiations had come to this point and the dwarves, who were at an absolute disadvantage, could not lower the price. The other party had the absolute initiative because of Aenarion's words, and their foundation had been seen through. What else could they say?

Of course, Aenarion himself cannot ask for too much. If the gold coins of the dwarves are really dropped, it doesn’t matter what happens to the dwarves. The gold price on the surface will collapse, and there will definitely be inflation...

"The warriors of the Phoenix Court have the right to choose their own spoils. You cannot stop them."

Upon hearing this, the Fire Salamander Prince quickly spoke up: "But you can't rob the dwarves of their inherent assets..."

Aenarion: "What are your inherent assets? Are the assets of the occupied areas also your inherent assets? You claim that the wealth that our soldiers have robbed from the occupied areas with their blood is your inherent assets?!"

Fire Salamander Prince Nene

"This... this still needs to be defined by both parties..."

Aenarion: "Finally, I need access to the Abyss, and all information on the Faceless Men and the Omniscient Agency."

The dwarves looked at each other in bewilderment at the last sentence.

We all know that these guys have forced us into this state, and you still want them?

You don't look like someone who doesn't have any idea, do you?

Although they were thinking so in their hearts, the dwarves believed that the other party's death had nothing to do with them, so they did not think too much about it.

Since Aenarion had decided that the elves would send troops, the only thing left on the negotiation table was a new round of negotiations on the details of the troops. At this stage of the negotiations, the elf no longer needed to stay at the table. After saying a few words to exit, Aenarion left the small room.

Not long after leaving the room, Ty Lee, dressed neatly again, appeared in front of Aenarion. Seeing the big guy walking towards her, Ty Lee also showed a bright smile.

"Sir, are you used to the time I was away? Are those people qualified to be your assistants?"

"...I am a little uncomfortable with this, and I did underestimate your abilities. I never expected that the work you left behind would require four people to take over." Aenarion nodded at Tyri, "You are undoubtedly important to the Phoenix Court. Your treatment and status will be improved in the future."

"But these promotions are a recognition of your previous hard work, not an excuse for your previous reckless behavior."

Tai Li smiled happily when she heard this: "I know."

After they finished speaking, the two of them walked out of the building, one in front and one behind, just like they had done countless days and nights before.

"By the way, there is news about Nicholas, whom you have been following."

Aenarion: "...He should be in the Principality of Rock Eagle now. The Grand Duke there is a staunch ally of Francis, so it can barely be considered his territory. What happened? Did the lower-class people there start a large-scale uprising under the instigation of Artoria? Although it is indeed about time."

Tai Li: “…”

Being with Aenarion, she always hears her boss say such explosive things, and Ty Lee, who has been baptized so many times, is no longer surprised. This is why the assistant beside Aenarion must be a trustworthy person.

"He led 3000 men to the Red Dragon Principality to attack Artoria, but was completely annihilated..."

Aenarion: "That's normal. This guy is arrogant and overconfident. It's no surprise that he was defeated by Altria, who was built as a war machine since childhood."

Having said that, Aenarion was also a little puzzled. It was normal for the little fat man to fail, but it was not right for him to fail so miserably. Artoria's subordinates were just farm soldiers. There was no reason for them to fight so beautifully against Nicholas who had beast soldiers as his subordinates. Obviously, the little fat man must have other ideas.

Chapter 64: Death Mine

In the end, the Phoenix Court decided to support the dwarven army with two hundred-man teams, led by Monroe and Tyri respectively, with Aenarion participating in the battle as the commander-in-chief.

The dwarves were somewhat dissatisfied at first that the elves were only willing to send such a small number of people. Although they knew that the elves' population had not yet reached six figures, only two hundred people were indeed a bit too few.

But after seeing Monroe and Tyri riding griffins, and Aenarion riding a rotten dragon, the dwarves' resentment disappeared immediately.

Apart from anything else, this dragon alone is worth the price of the ticket.

"To deal with the Faceless Man, numbers are just a trap. We should form a team of experts to carry out the decapitation mission. And this team of experts must have extremely strong willpower, at least to be able to resist the Faceless Man's terrifying corrosive ability."

On the way to the underworld, Aenarion talked with Prince Salamander while riding a horse, and the above content was also the reason why the Phoenix King was only willing to bring two hundred people.

The Faceless Men are good at defeating large numbers of people. The more people there are, the more unfavorable the battle situation will be.

Classical tactics and combat experience often have a counterproductive effect when used against this kind of monster.

This is reflected in the game, which is why you have to gather a five-man team to behead the boss instead of mobilizing a large army.