Real elves vs fake elves

Prince Salamander nodded, accepting the other party's statement. In his opinion, with a giant dragon as the C, he and his men only needed to do a good job of supporting and even cheering to successfully resolve this crisis.

After being abused by dragons for so many years, the dwarves have an inexplicable confidence in these terrifying flying beasts, even more confident than the dragons themselves.

The two chatted casually, and after looking at the sky, the Fire Salamander Prince spoke.

"We have almost finished our journey on the surface. After all, there are not many people in our team, so we can march very quickly."

"Next we will enter an ancient mine. This mine has been mined for centuries. The environment inside is as complicated as a rat trail. You elves must follow us. I am not exaggerating. Once separated, you will be lost in this cursed mine forever."

"In addition to the extremely complex terrain, there are also many monsters living in this mine. We just need to ensure

Don't get attacked by these monsters and just defend yourself as much as possible. Don't chase them! Don't chase them! Don't chase them!"

The elves listened attentively, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.

"After passing through this ancient mine, we will reach our destination, which is where the dwarves live—Blackfall. Don't underestimate the underground world. It has a huge space that is no less than the surface. It is rich soil that can accommodate a great race to thrive."

"The main city of the Deepborn, which is also the Mage Association, is located on the abyss passage. They are certainly not guarding that evil place out of kindness. These greedy guys are simply envious of the huge magical energy emanating from the abyss."

"The Abyss is deeper than the Black Descent. It is where the Slan Demons hid after they were defeated by the Lightborn. We don't know what is going on there, let alone what is happening there. We only know that it is very dangerous, extremely dangerous, and it is a danger that is simply unimaginable."

"Only the craziest lunatics among the abyss would try to explore the abyss. Even the great heroes of mankind, after entering the abyss and escaping unscathed, were unwilling to reveal a single detail of what was going on inside to us."

The description of the Salamander Prince was very detailed, and even had a hint of advising Aenarion not to go after the Abyss and the Faceless Ones. It was obvious that in the eyes of the dwarves, these two creatures were as dangerous as dragons, and both were very scary.

Aenarion nodded. "I'll leave it to you to lead the way."

That so-called ancient mine is extremely deadly. It is the existence of three places, namely "Elemental Realm", "Realm of Death" and "Blackfall". The complexity inside it has reached a level that it is even questionable whether this mine can be regarded as the location of this world. Such a dangerous place is a place that Aenarion is not willing to touch.

What's more, there is a roaming Balrog in this huge and complex mine. Although it is not a big problem for Aenarion to kill this Balrog, it is also not a big problem for this Balrog to break up the elves' team.

The final conclusion is to follow the dwarf obediently and not run around.

On the way, Aenarion talked to the dwarf prince and asked him questions, in order to learn more about the specific situation of the mine. But after a long time, he still couldn't get any information. Apparently, the dwarf stopped exploring after determining the safe route from his hometown to the surface, and had no intention of opening up new maps. He didn't know anything about the "elemental world" and the "kingdom of death".

After knowing that he could not get more information from the Deadmines, Aenarion began to get information about the Blackfall. Who would have thought that despite their thick eyebrows and big eyes, these dwarves knew less about their hometown than Aenarion did!

Back then, the Black Troopers were causing trouble for the Faceless Men, and the dwarves attacked at night; their resistance method was wrong, and the chaos caused by the destruction of the political center led to the continuous loss of their territory and cities. Eventually, the magnificent dwarven kingdom collapsed, and most of the grand cities were destroyed. The remaining cities lost contact because they could not go deep into the wild, and eventually each of them declared themselves kings.

If it weren't for the arrival of the tough and handsome Detective Conan, the dwarves would probably have gradually gone towards complete extinction in this despair.

Even now, when the dwarves have gradually recovered and regularly organize armies to clean up the wilderness, their strength is far less than one-tenth of what it used to be. It can be said that they are in decline, in the twilight of the twilight.

So, the Shen Clan was treated like dogs and beaten by the Dusk Race into their current state. They were even beaten to the point of colluding with the Netherworld in a self-destructive way in order to have a chance of survival.

Finally, after obtaining most of the relevant information known to the Fire Salamander Prince, this small army finally arrived at their destination, the location of the Death Mine.

Looking at it, the gate of this mine is incredibly grand, not like a product of this era at all. Its size makes people feel that it is even used for giants to pass through.

Completely different from what most elves had in mind, this place was not the kind of low mine that required one to hunch over to pass through. On the contrary, it was grand and magnificent, and even gave people a stunning beauty that was only possible with a huge object.

Chapter 65: Benthic Murloc

"Is it such a grand place?!"

Monroe remained relatively calm, but Terry did not try to hide her surprise.

"I thought it was a mine, and there were dwarves, so..."

So it's very short, right? Fortunately you didn't say the second half of the sentence, otherwise we would have had a fight.

"Don't be careless. Although the structure here is indeed very wide, the situation inside is equally complicated." Aenarion immediately reminded everyone not to be careless. "And the dangers here are beyond our knowledge. Stay close to our dwarf brothers. We cannot suffer non-combat casualties before we even step into the battlefield."

The elves responded in unison, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.

Led by the dwarves, 203 elves entered this magnificent mine.

Just as Prince Salamander said, although this place looks huge and you can see the bottom at a glance, the situation inside is extremely complicated. They have only walked less than a kilometer and have gone up and down the stairs several times, turning left and right.

After turning several times, even the elves with a good sense of direction were feeling a little dizzy.

Aenarion, who was at the front of the team, stared at the words on the surrounding walls with his eyes sharp. At the same time, a complex three-dimensional map model was quickly formed in his brain.

Once he had followed the correct route, Aenarion could be sure that he would not get lost in the terrain, except for those places where the terrain could change randomly.

Thousands of years ago in the ancient times, the only ones who could create such a magnificent complex were the Light Elves who possessed extremely strong magical abilities and their mortal enemies, the Slan demons.

This Death Mine was the masterpiece of the Slann Demons. On Earth, this kind of mine would be called the "Moho Mine". The depth is the kind that goes all the way through the crust to the Moho surface, protruding outrageously. The entrance that the elves and dwarves entered was just one of the countless entrances to the Moho Mine, and the central deep well of the Moho Mine had another name among the dwarves - the Abyssal Passage.

That's where the Deepborn Mage Guild stays.

Whether it is the exploration of the Deathmines by the Deepborn or the Dwarves, they are just glimpses of the tip of the iceberg. It is estimated that only the Slann demons of ancient times truly understand how vast and profound this mine is.

"To be honest, although the Elder Council has always had relevant bans, many dwarves are still secretly digging in this mine. It's not just individual behavior, many families are involved..." Once the dwarves start talking, they are quite verbose and dare to say anything. Such words that reveal the secrets of their own race would be something that humans or elves would have to think before speaking, but this guy just said it directly.

"I can see that you are very interested in this Death Mine. I or my family only know so much about this place. You can try to buy a map of this place from other families with gold coins. They will definitely agree to your request for the money. Besides, you are not a competitor to their mining business. Maybe after collecting a few maps, they can really piece together a big map for you."

It is said that the people who know dwarves best are dwarves themselves.

"Also, don't be so nervous. We have explored this place countless times. It is a familiar place among familiar places. Even a dwarf under 100 years old can find the way here with his eyes closed. There is no danger at all. Those terrible monsters will not come to this floor..."

Before he could finish his words, waves of war drum sounds suddenly rang out. The sound was harsh and terrifying, a crude and primitive one that only sought to be deafening without pursuing any musicality. It was a wild melody played with the most primitive and barbaric instruments.

Boom boom boom boom boom boom…

Along with the dense drum beats were countless terrifying "hissing" sounds. In the depths of the passage where the light could not reach, countless densely packed red dots suddenly appeared.

Each pair of red dots represents a pair of eyes, each pair of eyes represents a ferocious enemy, and each enemy represents the degree of danger in the future.

"Floating Poof!"

After a monster's roar, countless monsters began to roar together in a shrill tone. They rushed out of the darkness with strange roars, revealing their evil and grotesque shapes.

It's a merman, a merman without scales, with a slippery body and a sickly white color.

The facial features of this group of murlocs have completely degenerated, and their bodies have grown abnormally, making them look disgusting and exaggerated. There are also some murlocs with even larger bodies in charge of command. These murlocs have a tentacle extending from their foreheads, and on the top of the tentacle there is a spherical organ emitting an ominous light. These giant murlocs rely on this spherical organ emitting light to organize their numerous murloc minions for attack and defense.

"How could there be benthic murlocs here... No! Even enemies shouldn't appear here!"

Although there was only one incident at the moment, it did scare the dwarf prince twice.

Before the dwarf prince could even utter a word, the elves quickly formed a tight battle formation. An airtight circle of shield walls quickly appeared, as if it was a dance that had been rehearsed countless times beforehand. Beneath the beautiful dance steps lurked a deadly slaughter that was about to begin.

Aenarion: "Can you determine the hostility of these murlocs?"

Upon hearing this, the Fire Salamander Prince responded immediately: "Absolutely hostile! These savage creatures have been completely corrupted by the Netherworld. There is absolutely no possibility of any peace talks with the Order races!"

Although he was still very confused about the scene before him, the prince still gave an immediate answer without any ambiguity. It was an unquestionable affirmative sentence.

Since the native had made such an affirmation, Aenarion, who was fighting away from home, did not think much about it and directly issued the battle order.

"Since these bottom-dwelling fishmen are thirsting for light, let's give them a ruthless blow!"

Aenarion's meaning was of course obvious, and the Phoenix Court's three axes appeared again.

Several flash bombs slowly floated over the heads of the group of murlocs and exploded without the murlocs having any reaction or premonition. The violent light instantly swept across a large area of ​​land below, making all the murlocs exposed in an instant.

But unlike other times, this group of fishmen did not let out howls of pain, but only let out howls of dissatisfaction and discomfort.

"The vision of these bottom-dwelling fishmen has almost completely degenerated, and they can only barely sense a certain amount of light.

, the flashbang has little effect on them."

Menro immediately made a judgment on the situation, and this also represented the first failure of the first of the three axes of the Phoenix Court.

Chapter 66: The Faceless Ones Attack!

The group of fishmen like a tide slammed into the circle formed by the elves, but to everyone's surprise, the imagined situation of thunder and lightning, tit-for-tat, did not occur. The circle of the elves was like a protruding stone in the stream. Although it effectively blocked the invasion of the water flow, it did not encounter much resistance.

The power of the murlocs was effectively dispersed. This group of damn benthic monsters did not concentrate their strength to attack the elves, but rushed forward frantically in a disorganized manner.

Monroe: "Something is wrong. This group of fishmen don't seem to be targeting us. It seems that they suddenly bumped into us while marching."

"Even after they ran into us, they still had no intention of engaging in a battle, but chose to march..."

Aenarion: "This is no longer a march. It is more accurate to call it a flight."

"We ran into a group of fleeing soldiers."

Everyone stopped talking after hearing this. The situation was just as Aenarion had expected. Those murlocs had no fighting spirit at all. Even if their comrades died in front of them under the elves' battle formation, they had no thoughts of revenge and only wanted to leave.

In this way, although the pressure on the elf battle formation was not very great, the uneasy feeling in everyone's heart was growing stronger and stronger.

Suddenly, Aenarion turned to look at the fire salamander prince and asked with a serious expression.

"Is there a monster in this Death Mine that can force the benthic murlocs to this point?"

Aenarion suspected that it was the Balrog that came, but seeing that the dwarves were unaware of the existence of monsters of this level in the mine, he did not express his thoughts, but chose to ask the more experienced dwarves.

The Fire Salamander Prince was also sweating profusely. He basically guessed the reason for the current situation, but that was why he felt particularly frightened.

"No... Impossible. According to our family's 200 years of experience in developing this area, benthic fishmen are the most terrifying monsters here. They are at the top of the food chain!"

"What kind of power could force these monsters to this point..."

Aenarion: "..."

Well, it's useless to ask. It turns out that this person's understanding of the Death Mines may not be better than ours.

In this uneasy atmosphere, the coalition forces of dwarves and elves seemed to be quietly awaiting the end that was about to come as if they were being judged. The violent tide of murlocs was as ignorant and unconscious as a real wave. After nearly two or three hours of washing, this mindless frenzy finally receded.

The elves and dwarves suffered no losses. After realizing that the enemy had no hostility, the elves no longer chose to waste their energy fighting the enemy, but instead used rotation to stabilize the defense line and prevent the enemy from breaking through. Therefore, the casualties of the murlocs were also very small. Although the ground in front of the circle was full of murloc corpses, in fact, they only looked scary and there were not many of them.

“What… is it?!”

At this moment, Prince Fire Salamander was standing on a shield held up by two dwarf soldiers, so that his boss could stand in a higher position and have a panoramic view of the overall situation.

But the dwarves were too tall. Even if they were stacked together, they could not get over the elves' heads. This made the dwarf prince feel very distressed.

"Could it be that the monsters in different areas suddenly started to attack each other? That doesn't make sense. Over the years, they have already formed a terrifying balance. No brainless thing would deliberately break this balance..."

He kept muttering to himself, and the dwarf prince's uneasiness was conveyed very well. Not to mention the dwarves, even the elves around him almost couldn't hold it in.

According to Monroe, such bastards who undermine the morale of the army should be brought to justice.

"It shouldn't be like this. There's no reason for this. How could this be possible? The situation here can't turn out like this. Like this..."

Suddenly, the Fire Salamander Prince's eyes widened, his expression was terrified to the point of being distorted. Such a damn expression was rarely seen from the dwarves who called themselves "tough guys". Even if they were melted alive by the dragon's breath, these steel-like men would only curse and not even frown.

But now the dwarf prince seemed to have really met his natural enemy, screaming in fear and unable to utter complete words.

After a long while, it seemed as if the remaining courage in his heart was desperately aroused by him, and the dwarf prince, whose expression was distorted with fear, finally roared out in a hoarse voice.

"Enemy attack..."

"Enemy attack..."

"It's an enemy attack!"

"Faceless enemy attack!!!"

"Everyone, close your eyes and cover your ears. Do not look at that thing directly, do not listen to what that voice says, and do not have any contact with that thing, not even the slightest contact!"

"You must not..."

Before he finished speaking, despair appeared on the dwarf's face.

A monster with a strange appearance like Gain has appeared in front of everyone.

A thing with no facial features and a head like a boiled egg floated in front of the circle. This monster was like Enari.

Just as Ang saw from the crystal projection, the upper body was a hunched human figure, and the lower body was countless wriggling and twisted shadow tentacles. Behind it was a huge pair of wings, and the wings were covered with eyes of various shapes. It was obvious at a glance that these eyes did not belong to the same race, and now these eyes were like prisoners imprisoned in a cell, trying to break free in a weird posture.

The Faceless Men, horrifying creatures sandwiched between the underworld and the real world, were jointly created by the dwarves and the deepborn. They were a crude imitation of the "omniscient" magic mechanism created by the Slann demons in the past, and were one of the representative objects that were completely controlled by the God of Greed.

And now, this monster that almost destroyed the entire dwarf race suddenly appeared before the elves.

It did not make any attacking movements, nor did it show any intentions or thoughts. It just stood there, facing all living beings.

But just this simple action made everyone present look desperate. Even the elves who had never seen this monster before began to go crazy with fear. Their expressions gradually twisted and collapsed, and their sanity began to quickly disappear. Even Terry and Monroe could not prevent this mental attack. Monroe was so scared that he covered his face with his hands and half-crouched on the ground. Although Terry could still hold on, her expression began to twist gradually, but the expression was not twisted, but unreasonable anger.

As everyone's spiritual level collapsed, black spots began to appear on their bodies. It can be imagined that when the black spots covered the entire body, everyone would be completely controlled by the Faceless Man.

Chapter 67: The Faceless Man's Faith is Being Tested...

The Faceless Man's first appearance was in this nearly invincible posture. Whenever he appeared on the stage, he brought despair that mortals could not resist. His existence itself was a blasphemy to the entire world. It was an "error" that this world could not tolerate, and it was an "error" that could easily grind away the "correctness".

And Aenarion knew even more, for example, that the Faceless Man himself was split from the Faceless Man. After gathering a certain degree of darkness, the Faceless Man could begin to split like reproduction, and these split bodies would quickly prey on others and become another Faceless Man.

And now, in front of Aenarion's army was a Faceless Man who had just grown from the split.

God knows how many damn monsters there are in the undetectable darkness and abyss.

Facing this kind of monster, the army is basically useless and can only be cleaned up by strong men.

Frowning, while thinking about how to deal with this monster, Aenarion began to try to attract the monster's attention.

Although the little Camillas on their side had to keep san checking just for this guy standing there, it was still useful to attract the monster's attention, and it was also a good thing if it could make everyone on their side feel a little better.