Crown of Chaos

The elves are a race that is favored by many. Even for remote elf subraces like snow elves, their lifespan can reach 750 years. It is not a problem for powerful people to live to be over 900 years old.

The bodies of elves will not age, that is, although they will die, their physical strength will not decline due to old age. After each elf reaches 600 years old, there will be some other signs that show that they are getting older, such as their hair. Color changes, no longer able to rest through meditation, more and more desire to return to the kingdom of Avado, or obvious changes in the pupils of their eyes, but they will not lose energy, limbs, or organs like humans, even if the elves are already in When they are dying, they look like a human being in their 30s at most, and they are still very energetic.

Many long-lived species will be tired of their long lives, but the children created by the Elf God King Corellon do not feel so. For them, every contact with the natural world is a novel experience, so they can learn from it every time. Enjoy a sunrise, listen to the songs of the birds as if you are seeing it for the first time, and feel the morning dew falling at your feet.

For elves, there is always something new to learn, new trails to explore, and new friends worth spending a few years with. And when friends part ways and embark on a journey or engage in a job that has lasted for many years, a period of re-establishment of friendship is indispensable after meeting again.

Elves almost never know the meaning of boredom - they regard their experience of life as a necessity as important as eating.

"What you love is your life."

——A famous quote from an Elf Empire businessman who was later assassinated by a drow assassin.

Because of their long lifespan + love for life + plenty of energy, elves always have plenty of time to learn every skill in life. Compared with humans, elves grow at the same rate as humans before the age of 15, and by the time After the age of 15, 18-year-old humans will be considered adults, while elves will not have all their body organs grown until they are about 25 years old.

Even so, a 25-year-old elf will not be considered an adult. The age at which an elf is truly recognized as an adult by an elf society is - 100 years old. Only when an elf has mastered all the skills necessary for life, sufficient cultural level, and combat After developing skills and artistic attainments, an elf is truly considered to have reached adulthood.

Visual art is the favorite art of elves, and the love for beautiful things is rooted in the heart of every elf.

Aaron took advantage of this.

Therefore, to sum up, with long lifespans, love for life, and everyone mastering almost all necessary life skills, elves highly value freedom. Although they live in the elf community, for them, personal Needs are undoubtedly higher than the needs of the group. They value self-expression and their own freedom, and regard it as the bottom line that they are not allowed to challenge.

"You anthropologists once asked us elves a question, that is, 'freedom' is indeed precious, but if compared with life, we are willing to sacrifice freedom." Evana crossed her arms, and the snow elf sister seemed to think that she had finally found a person worth communicating with. She said in an extremely contemptuous tone: "But we humans almost never think about this problem, that is, a person without 'freedom', how can you expect that your life can be guaranteed?"

"We elves have understood this truth very early, that is, when a person needs to make a choice between 'freedom' and 'life', in fact, they have no choice at all."

Evanna's words made Aaron and Eleanor nod subconsciously. This sentence was in line with Suellen's teachings, and this is how the Silver Virgin taught her followers.

The opposite is Bane.

"Tsk, when you don't have freedom, there is a high probability that you will not have life." Disma held grass seeds in his mouth, and the second senior shook his head nonchalantly: "If the price of living is losing freedom, then I would rather die. I hate it when a pair of self-proclaimed noble hands press my head and tell me that this is all for my own good, because it means that my life no longer belongs to me, just a slave."

"That's right. You humans always hope to create a Leviathan to protect you, but eventually the Leviathan will degenerate and in turn become a symbol of the devil that restricts your freedom and invades your privacy." Relta also said: " And this is what we elves try our best to avoid, so we have so many subspecies and so many kingdoms..."

The snow elves brother and sister said that the elves are not without kings, leaders, or kingdoms, but the elves' natural longing for freedom and individualism are incompatible with centralized power. The leaders of the elves may be elected, passed down by blood, or may be It may be that a certain member has demonstrated his powerful ability in the war, or he has solved a major crisis.

For elves, they generally do not object to people who become community leaders through various means, but they are not obligated to "the minority obey the majority" and are forced to accept the management of the leader. They can choose to stay or leave. .

Therefore, when an elf community expands to a certain size, similar problems will arise in almost all communities - struggles for leadership and differences in community development. At this time, the elves will not be forced to obey the minority just because a certain faction has the upper hand. Most of them will follow candidates who suit their ideas and leave the community, looking for a new community and establishing a new settlement.

Therefore, the elves are always divided. Only by constantly dividing can they maintain the greatest combat effectiveness and the most surging enthusiasm for life. The elves are strong when they are divided. Occasionally, they are even more powerful when they unite on a small scale due to major events. But if they make any attempt to build a centralized empire, the answer is a retort.

The Five Crown Wars were the elves trying to build a multi-dimensional empire, but the result was a sky full of stars when scattered, and a cloud of stars when gathered together. Several kingdoms fought against each other for years, and countless elves died, but they could not reach an agreement and were unwilling to fight each other to the death. compromise.

The elven archmages even tried to work together to release a high-level super-ring spell to link to Avandor, which resulted in the country being torn apart for the same reason.

Aaron was learning about the living habits and culture of the elves from the snow elves. He couldn't help but glance at Eleanor with interest. Miss Priest was also a half-elf, but she didn't have such an obvious tendency towards freedom.

"I have lived in a half-elf community since I was a child, Aaron, and...after that incident, I came to live in the church of our Lord." Seeing Aaron looking at her teasingly, Eleanor couldn't help but He defended: "I will not leave as long as I feel there are differences, as they said."

"Haha~ This is just a characteristic of our elves. We have never asked you humans to be like us. Your human lifespan is too short. You cannot master all the necessary skills of life before the age of 100 like us elves. , and you don’t have enough time to think and learn like us. Maybe for you, it is a good thing to find a great shepherd and leader, you need a guide." Evana said in a contemptuous tone.

What she means is very simple, that is, just be low-level reptiles and don't touch our higher civilization.

Her arrogant attitude made almost everyone in the team frown.

As mentioned before, snow elves tend to be in the mixed camp because of their extremely cruel living environment.

They always like to provoke each other, and by provoking each other, they can kill on the grounds that "you have a way to kill yourself."

Aaron thought to himself, who is the real advanced civilization?

He had some thoughts of conquering these two snow elf magic archers.

But before conquering these two snow elf magic shooters, he had to find a way to shock their hearts and let them know the power of chaos.

So arrogant and rude, it's time to teach you a lesson!

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During the rest of the trip, Aaron did not raise any topics. The only thing that made him feel a little uncomfortable was that although Eleanor slept with him, she was unwilling to be intimate with him. The pastor's request in this regard was true. Very strict.

A few days later, Evening Star arrived.

At this time, a large number of troops have gathered around Wanxing Town. At the end of winter in early February, a large number of camps have been built outside the town, and gray-green tents are connected from here to the distance. In the corner of the mountains.

The Arabelle Liberation Army is gathering!

In addition to Ms. Raul's own army and the many adventurers recruited, the assembled army also includes various forces from three religions and nine streams, many famous alien races, wizard groups from Waterdeep and other places, and various mysterious organizations such as the Harpers Alliance. , Verdant Garden, Waterdeep Mage Guild, Cormyr War Mage Guild, Knights of the Three Gods of Justice, and members of the Knights of the Dawn of Lathander.

It is even said that Ms. Raul invited Serge's red robe, but she gave up because everyone objected.

Many knights from the Purple Dragon Knights were invited to form a knight force.

Of course, the most elite ones are Ms. Millman-Laure's Falcon Legion and Phoenix Legion. Both legions only have 500 members. The former is trained from Cormyr locals and Arabel refugees, and they are all fully equipped. Wearing iron leather armor, equipped with shield, dagger, helmet and hand crossbow.

All members of the Falcon Legion are apprentice-level professionals. Most of them are warriors and trustworthy local humans of Cormyr (there are also a small number of half-elves). They are ready.

Ms. Raul's ace Phoenix Legion is the latest formation of her original direct legion after many recruitments and recruitments. Every soldier in this legion has experienced war, and many have experienced the loss of loved ones in the Goblin War. The pain of their friends and their hatred for the orcs have surpassed everything else. They have only one purpose, and that is revenge!

Financial resources from major churches have armed the Phoenix Legion soldiers to the teeth. Most of them are equipped with chainmail to half-body armor, and are uniformly equipped with stainless steel shields, iron helmets, refined weapons, and two companies. A heavy crossbow.

With the generosity of the Lucky Lady Taimora Church, the support of the Three Gods of Justice and the participation of the Lathander Church, there are still dozens of heavy infantry wearing full-body stainless steel plate armor, with only a pair of eyes exposed, and all the arms on their arms. Equipped with Uzi gauntlets - the latest creation of the dwarven craftsman Foljar.

These super-heavy infantry are Ms. Raul’s biggest trump card.

When Aaron arrived at the camp and showed Ms. Raul's warrant, a lazy guy immediately appeared.

"Aaron! My good brother, you are finally here~"

Samir, the magician of the Harper Alliance, appeared out of nowhere. He gave Aaron a big hug and said with a smile: "Oh, and Miss Eleanor! Welcome~Welcome! I thought you guys not coming!"

"Isn't it not time yet?" Aaron and Samir hugged, and he smiled: "Ms. Raul said that you can report before February 15th."

"Hey, that's not possible. I know you are coming, but I specifically asked Ms. Raul to buy you a house. If you don't come, the suite will be given to someone else!" Samir patted Aaron on the shoulder with a smile. Once: "Thank me!"

"Thank you." Aaron's eyes lit up, and he glanced at Eleanor subconsciously.

Eleanor patted Aaron lightly in embarrassment to say she would talk later.

"Follow me." Samir, Disma and Maximian all said hello, and then looked at the Snow Elf brothers and sisters with doubts. He took the initiative to reach out and spoke to the Snow Elf brothers and sisters in Elvish language. Say hello.

Embarrassingly, he stretched out his hand for a long time, but neither of the two snow elves shook hands with him, but just said hello in Elvish language.

"I want to tell you that the camp has not been peaceful recently because many people have come, so various conflicts have continued." Samir shrugged and said it didn't matter, and he led a group of people towards the camp.

Aaron immediately noticed that a tall, handsome, solemn and elegant man wearing a high-end noble hunting coat was standing on the roadside waiting for the quartermaster to register. The most eye-catching thing about him was a pair of high-end noble hunting coats. Luxurious eyes with metallic texture.

"Asmo people are the descendants of celestial creatures and mortals." Samir said with a smile: "Don't mess with them, otherwise Brahma gods may come down and kick your ass."

"The descendants of mortals and celestial creatures? Interesting." Maximian glanced at Aaron, and his cousin clasped his hands together: "I think Aaron and he may have some common topics."

"I, forget it." Aaron shook his head repeatedly.

"Dwarfs, dwarves, and a Githzerai." Samir pointed in another direction to several aliens who were arguing about the quality of the goods and said, "Oh, and also, a group of orcs came to the camp recently. , everyone is so strong that they challenge others everywhere, you better be careful."

"Half-orcs? What kind of bastard dares to run wild in a place like this?" The snow elf Relta said contemptuously: "Don't think that the bastard has nothing to do with the one-eyed man. Let's see how I beat him down."

"Hey, don't tell me, these orcs don't seem to believe in one-eyed eyes. They seem to believe in a very new thing." Before Samir could say anything, he heard a shocking sound not far away. Roar.

"Who else???!!!"

"Okay, do you want to take a look?" Samir said helplessly.

"Why not?" Aaron became interested. He felt that the power of Khorne was stirring in his body.

"All right."

The group of people came to a large arena in the middle of the camp, and saw a strong half-orc with a blood-red body, a tribal war flag with a long blood sword pattern on his back, and a two-handed sword, roaring, and he stretched his body. The muscles and the brass-like luster flowing on the surface of the skin made the surrounding audience tremble.

In front of him, a fire genasi warrior was being stepped on the ring with the soles of his feet, sinking him severely.

"Who else?" The orc continued to roar, pointing the long knife in his hands around the audience: "Who is here to fight?"

Aaron's expression in the crowd became strange.

Orcs?

Wait...this guy isn't...

Um? ? ?

Second update! The third update is probably a bit late!