Just as Henry and his party were attacking the cannibals, Eren was brought back to Uster by the Dark Elves. The city of Naza. Although he was only a little more than two days on this journey, he was whipped at least four times, and you don't have much intact skin all over his body. Moreover, the torture process was accompanied by various verbal humiliations, and if it weren't for the priest's constant use of healing spells, I am afraid that it would have been a corpse by now.

As the team approached the intricately carved gate, a Dark Elf warrior suddenly appeared and shouted at everyone, "Stop, comer! Inform your identity! Otherwise we're going to attack. ”

"Idiot! Are you blind and don't you see that Master Chasma has returned? I don't care about you! Without hesitation, the priestess drew the snake's head whip and slammed it into the other's face. Everyone only heard a "pop", and a wound with flesh and skin appeared.

Instead of coming down to help the humiliated companion, the dark elves on the walls all smiled mockingly. In this dark society where competition is fierce, they usually see everyone around them as a threat or a potential threat. Up up to help? No kidding, it's benevolent enough if you don't go up and stab yourself, that's what most dark elves think.

Obviously, the fighter knew the current situation, and hurriedly got down on one knee and stammered in defense: "Very ...... Embrace...... I'm sorry! I did not see it clearly, and asked the Venerable Master Chasma and the priestess to forgive this unintentional offense. ”

"Forget it, let's hurry into the city, I still have a lot of things to do, I don't have time to waste time here." Saying that, Chasmari ignored the dark elf warrior and walked directly through the gate made of adamantite gold. Enter this evil city ruled by 30,000 dark elves. He was now so focused on dealing with Henry that he didn't have the heart to deal with this verbal offense.

"Garbage. Lucky for you, you'd better wipe your eyes off next time. The priestess whipped again. It followed and entered the city.

Each member of the returning Dark Elf team would kick or spit on the half-kneeling warrior as they passed by. They speak all kinds of foul language without concealing their evil tendencies. As for the soldiers on the city wall, they also laughed, completely ignoring the warrior's feelings.

This is the dark elf society of the jungle, once you are regarded as a weak and a loser, not only will you not get any help, but you will also be trampled on by countless compatriots. Not only that, but they will also take the whole thing out as a negative example when educating future generations. If you can teach good people in such an environment, then you will be out of the ghost.

It's hard to imagine that Trist has lived in this kind of society for hundreds of years and still maintains a kind heart. Maybe this is thanks to the protection of his "father", otherwise I am afraid that he will also become distorted and evil in the brainwashing and education again and again.

Alan looked at this qiē indifferently, and there was no expression on that cute little face. After a few days of torture, he finally understood what his father had said when he taught him to learn magic: "In this world, nothing is more important than strength, especially your own strength." You may think that a lord is very powerful with his own army, but in front of a truly powerful man is nothing more than a joke. ”

Why did you get caught. Why are they whipped and verbally abused? Isn't there just no power! The boy, who was less than ten years old, had received his mother's traditional aristocratic education, and spent most of his time in etiquette, territorial management, mathematics, and other things that were of little use.

After all, Shi Kodi is just an ordinary noblewoman, and her vision is really limited. In her opinion, as long as her son can become the heir safely. Then marry a wife and have children, and continue the family bloodline. As for recreating the glory of the magical civilization and building a powerful empire, I dare not think of it.

But Henry is different. After reading the history of the rise and fall of all races and civilizations, he found that all the wars in the continent of Faeron depended on the contest of high-level forces. It's like the red-robed mage has always wanted to take over Agolaron. However, due to the storm queen Xinbu's strong personal ability, he has never dared to do it.

Is it because Serge's army isn't strong enough? Of course not! As one of the most powerful nations in the land, Searle's random army was enough to level Agoralon a few times. But why not dare to send troops? And not because of the deterrent power of the Xinbu terror.

This is no joke. Think about what this powerful legendary mage and elect will do if he loses his country? Let's not talk about the murderous revenge method of directly using legendary magic to slaughter the city. Just having nothing to do and attacking the strongholds scattered by the red-robed mages is enough to give people a headache, and it is completely easy to fight. If you can't beat it, you can leave, and there is no way to take the other party.

This also means that the army is just a pawn used by the strong to test each other, and does not determine the final outcome of the victory. Only those who are not very strong themselves will rely on armies and men, such as the Natsir Lord of Winterfell. His warrior rank is only twelve, so he relies heavily on the protection of his personal bodyguard, the Nine Guards of Winter.

Look at Ilminster, the leader of the League of Harpers, who travels around alone most of the time, without any protection, and his wise mind and powerful spell-casting ability are the greatest guarantees. Who would dare to claim that they are qualified to protect a legendary spellcaster? I'm afraid no one but themselves.

In this world, quantity can never replace quality. A first-class warrior in plate armor and fully armed can easily kill more than ten peasants armed with weapons, and the legendary warrior is like those peerless generals in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, and can easily kill seven in and seven out of thousands of ordinary armies. Their skin, muscles, internal organs, and muscles and bones are beyond the comprehension of normal people, just like those masters in martial arts novels who have practiced the Thirteen Taibao Heng Kung Fu, ordinary steel weapons cut a white mark, leaving nothing.

As for the spellcaster, not to mention, all kinds of strange and unpredictable methods are difficult to guard against, and a single "Death Cloud Technique" is enough to kill most ordinary people, even professionals below level five, on the spot. Not to mention the more lethal legendary spells.

Is it still useful to be numerical in the face of such an enemy? The answer is no, it's definitely useless. Therefore, Henry did not care much about the construction of the army from the very beginning. In his opinion, he can almost deal with monsters such as goblins, gnolls, and kobolds. As for protecting yourself, please don't kid.

Before, Alan didn't understand what his father was doing. He felt that this was a bit too relaxed and not conducive to rule, but after seeing the powerful power of Chasma's appearance, he finally understood this qiē. Along the way, the terrifying-looking legendary mage easily slays down a large group of Dreadcaw monsters that are ambushing in their path, as well as a team of Mind Flayers who want to attack.

"Strength! I need a lot of power! Young Alan shouted frantically in his heart.

With his head down, he clenched his fists and followed without saying a word. Despite his young age, he had read about the ways of the Dark Elves in books. Understand that only obedience can reduce the number of torments and buy more time for the father to rescue himself.

But a child is a child, and no matter how smart he is, it is just a joke in the eyes of adults. Chasma watched Allen's every move in his eyes and let out a cold laugh: "Hehehehehehe! Little thing, I really didn't see that you were so smart. But it's better that way, presumably Henry. When Ange Mei learned that her excellent son was arrested, she would definitely rush over without any surprise. ”

Alan still kept his head down and didn't say anything to refute. The whipping of the past few days has taught him to be patient, and only in this way can he suffer as little as possible. The Dark Elves don't have any tradition of respecting the old and loving the young. In particular, the female pastor's snake head whip was whipped on the body and hurt to the bone marrow.

"Master, why don't you hand over this human child to me, and promise that he will be able to survive and not die." The priestess next to her said with a wicked smile.

"Over to you? No. No way. I'm afraid you're going to have a nervous breakdown, that's not what I want. ”

Chasma refused without hesitation. He knew better than anyone the methods of the Dark Elf Priestess, a penal code that even the Abyss Lord had to learn. On a child under the age of ten? I'm afraid I'll go crazy before the enemy arrives. And what kind of pleasure of revenge to speak of.

The priestess frowned slightly and asked, "What do you mean?" ”

The corners of Chasma's mouth turned up slightly, and she narrowed her eyes and replied, "Don't you think it's touching to see father and son?" When they are ecstatic. Brutally killing a son in front of a father is the most wonderful thing to do. Of course, don't be idle during this time. Feed him some alchemy poison every day to completely destroy his body. ”

His eyes were full of hatred, and he made no secret of his naked malice, and even those evil dark elves felt their scalps tingle when they heard it, and their faces were full of horror and fear.

"Hahaha! Rest assured, Master. I'll make what you need when I get back, but ......," said the priestess, and there was a long note of silence. She stared at the old and ugly legendary mage in front of her, obviously wanting the other party to show something.

"No problem! What you want will be available tomorrow. Chasma agreed without hesitation. For him, the only purpose of living in this world is revenge, even if he gives everything for it.

The priestess nodded in satisfaction. "Thank you very much, I believe that our cooperation will be very pleasant. As for now, I won't bother you to enjoy the thrill of revenge. After saying that, she glanced meaningfully at the motionless Allen, and then led everyone to turn around and walk towards the family station.

Chasma glanced at the backs of these people with disdain, then turned to Allen and said, "Now that the idiots who only know how to fight for power are gone, it's time for you to taste the real pain of what's going on!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and cast an unknown spell, which instantly knocked the child who was less than ten years old to the ground, clutching his neck in pain, and his poor little face turned red......

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Bow and thank Maxmens for the monthly pass. (To be continued......)