Crown of Chaos

My life is over.

I am done.

The Snow Elf Magic Archer sat alone in a small dark room in the field hospital. He sat with his hands on his knees and buried his head in his knees.

The snow elves are originally an extremely proud race, and Leerta is the leader among the snow elves. Otherwise, he and his sister would not have been given the task of exploring the changes in the world. For the dying snow elves, they would be given the task of going out to investigate. Considered the greatest honor.

Relta kept his tail between his legs cautiously at first, after all, he didn’t understand the outside world yet.

But after actually venturing out for a while, Leerta soon discovered that the current country's level of development was not even as threatening as the Netheril Empire. Short-lived species were kings and hegemons everywhere, and those unpleasant fellow elves But most of them evacuated the mainland area.

Although he didn't say it, Leerta still yearned for the rich life in the outside world. He had no plans to go back. If possible, he even hoped to get his people to move out of the ice wilderness.

He's had enough of that harsh environment, and his people must be the same.

But now, his dream was shattered, his life was over, defeated by a pile of cinders, under the gaze of a thousand people, stepped on the head by a boot, Leerta's pride had been shattered.

He contemplated suicide.

Later, someone came and told him many things, and he temporarily stopped thinking about suicide.

But now, after the night fell, a voice appeared in his ears. This voice was so sweet and heart-warming, like the whisper of a newlywed lover, it penetrated into Leerta's mind. .

"Relta, Relta, I'm always paying attention to you, my dear."

"Who are you?" Leerta felt waves of dizziness. The snow elf brother found that he could not block the sweet voice of the other party. The laughter of the peerless beauty was so twisted that the wind blew away his strong lustful breath. Into his ears: "I have been watching you, my dear, I have witnessed your failure~"

"So, are you here to see my joke?!" Leerta was furious uncontrollably.

"Oh, stupid mortal, a person has to experience many failures in his life, many, many times." The sweet voice continued: "One failure is not the end. Failure is a wonderful experience, a mixture of pain and joy. If you have not experienced the mixture, the sweetness of revenge and the abjection of failure, then your life is not complete.”

"A complete life?" Leerta was stunned. He hugged himself with his arms and suddenly felt that he had not been abandoned by the world.

Some gods are still paying attention to me, and some gods are still willing to talk to me, a loser!

It was at this moment of relaxation that the aphrodisiac pink breath was injected into the snow elf's body from the loopholes in his heart's defenses. The rich and greasy fragrance hit Leerta's nose. He felt dizzy and almost lost consciousness in his legs.

An extremely intense pleasure instantly overwhelmed his senses.

Ecstasy corrodes the bones, like madness!

"Yes, yes, Relta, embrace my will, worship me, and welcome a new beginning!"

"The moment of ultimate joy is coming!"

"Remember my name."

"The God of Joy, Prince of Darkness, Salish!"

"God of Joy, Prince of Darkness, Salish!" Leerta chanted the name of the new god blankly, his reason being overwhelmed by desire.

"God of Joy, Prince of Darkness, Shalish!" A brand new world opened in front of the Snow Elf. He found that every time he chanted the name of the new god, he could experience the ultimate happiness experience.

"Sallissalissalissalissalissalissalis..." Leerta began to recite the names of the gods he believed in frantically, and the snow elf gradually fell into ecstasy. This was an ultimate feast, he had already experienced it!

The shame of defeat was over.

Failure, isn’t it also a very interesting experience?

Outside the door, Aaron, the Son of Chaos, showed a pleased smile. He put down the hand that was casting spells, leaving time and space for Leerta to enjoy alone.

He saved an elf's fate, he was such a kind man.

He kept Samir's teachings in mind.

"Do one good deed every day!"

…………

A few days later, the Liberation Army camp in Wanxing Town.

Charlotte, the eldest warlock, finally arrived here and declared to join the Liberation Army before the deadline.

However, before she had time to be gentle with Aaron, she got the news that her brother had formed a small team and was preparing to go to the Silver Virgin Shrine in the forest on the outskirts of Arabelle in advance to act alone.

"No! You're not allowed to go!" Charlotte acted coquettishly, and the eldest lady took Aaron's arm with her hand angrily: "If you want to go, sister will go with you, otherwise you won't let your brother go!"

"Sister! Don't be willful!" Aaron shook his head and pushed Charlotte away.

The eldest daughter was so angry that she crossed her arms and turned her head away, indicating that her sister was angry and in a mood.

But not far away, the pastor lady had a gloating smile on her face. She looked at the frustrated look on the eldest lady's face and thought to herself, I am still one step ahead of you after all!

Aaron's first kiss was mine, Aaron's first stigmata was for me, Aaron's first time was also mine, and now, he takes the risk and chooses to be with me.

Big pink-furred fox, you have lost too much to me after all~

Eleanor triumphantly pressed her small hand on her lower abdomen, the warmth from Aaron was always here.

Thinking of this, Eleanor felt a little embarrassed: In the past few days, her bottom line had been breached once again by Aaron. She had clearly said that she would only allow it once, but Aaron said, "I only want it once for a long time." He kept asking her for five times. Second-rate!

This soul is weak!

"Be obedient, sister, for you now, joining the army as a wizard is the most suitable." Aaron finally rejected Charlotte's request to act together and asked her to join the army.

Charlotte is now a master-level intermediate warlock. The eldest lady has mastered many large-scale anti-army magics. The most suitable place for her to stay is in the mage group in the army.

The reason Aaron had to take Eleanor with him was that as the priest of Suellen, she was necessary to activate the Temple of Suellen.

Therefore, the four-person team members who went to Sullun Temple this time to activate Sullun’s divine power were:

Viscount Salian, the warlock Aaron of Chaos God.

Official Purple Dragon Knight, Thorn Raider, Disma, the second senior who is good at forest terrain.

Aaron's cousin, Maximian, a monk from the Sword Saint Sect.

Moon Bather, Priest Eleanor Dineful of Our Lady of Silver.

After the plan was agreed upon, they began to prepare to set off.

In addition to the Silver Madonna team, there are several teams that are also preparing to set off. For example, the Lucky Lady Temple team is headed by Samir, and the Warlock has formed about five or six people, arranging tasks with a smile.

The Emerald Leisure Court also sent a team to prepare to activate the power of the natural god system headed by the Father of Oak. Aaron noticed that Jahira and Khalid were both in the team. This team was the least difficult because the natural god The Department does not like to build temples in cities, so it is relatively easy to activate the power of Silvanus, the father of the oak tree, and Melikai, the goddess of the forest.

But the detachment of the Three Gods of Justice is different.

The temples of Tire, Thom, and Ilmat are located in the center of the city of Arabel, where the largest number of orcs are likely to gather.

Therefore, when everyone was preparing to set off, the priests and paladins of the Three Gods of Justice gathered together and they were writing letters.

Each small square iron box contains the meager personal property and letters of these believers of the Three Gods of Justice. Many people are seizing the last time to leave something for their families and friends. Everyone has done it. They were prepared to sacrifice, knowing that many of them would never come back, but they had no regrets.

Some of the paladins were even laughing, betting that they could kill a few orcs.

Some people have given the greatest respect to the preparations of these believers of the Three Gods of Justice. It is not unreasonable to say that the holy warriors are known as the backbone of the world.

Some people believe that paladins and priests are indeed not afraid of death - their souls will return to the Temple of Justice in Paradise Mountain. This is their duty, and they will receive their due rewards, so there is no need for special treatment. This is a job.

Some people responded with a sarcastic attitude, thinking that it would be a good time for these people to die and not come to take credit from us.

No matter what everyone thinks, the believers of the Three Gods of Justice have not responded to the whispers from the outside world, and they even have a tacit understanding.

Paladins are given priority, Purple Dragon Knights are given priority, veterans are given priority, non-only children are given priority, and those with children are given priority.

Eventually, they selected eighty people.

Countess Raul of Arabelle came to the scene in person. She toasted each warrior and told them that she would be forever grateful for their contribution.

"Set off!"

In the crowd, Robert, Varro and the mysterious Missy Tanshur stared at the backs of Aaron and others.

"Let's go, let's follow."

In the eyes of Robert and Varro, Misty Tanshur was a mysterious lady wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket and a mask. Her mouth opened slightly, which made Robert and Varro unconsciously agree with her decision.

Three people followed secretly.

…………

A few days later, in late February of the valley calendar, Arabelle fell on the outskirts of the city.

Under the cover of friendly forces, Aaron and others bypassed the orc sentries and gradually approached Arabelle City, the former pearl of the north of Cormyr.

The city of Arabelle once had its glorious days. The city was built on the forest plains south of the eastern mountains of Cape Storm. The city was once a gorgeous fortress made of granite, which concealed Cormyr's Northern Legion, stationed in The Cormyrs here often shoot deadly arrows and magic from the city's towers and towers, including city blocks that have experienced countless street battles in the long history of the Purple Dragon Kingdom.

The center of the city is the castle where Countess Arabelle, Millman-Laure, once lived. When she was the commander of Arabelle's guards, when Assan IV was still there, Millman-Laure overlooked the entire city from the castle and maintained it. As she monitors the northern area, there is a large urban area outside the castle. The hotel where the lucky lady Taimora visited is here.

This area was once a prosperous fortress city, inhabited by Arabel's noble class, who, together with the officer class of the Guards and the temple priests, jointly supervised the entire city.

But now, Arabelle has lost its former glory. After the orcs took over, the city quickly deteriorated at a speed visible to the naked eye. The elegant and interesting suburbs, which were once the hunting grounds of the nobles, have now become an unruly wilderness, revealing The withered and yellow land has been wiped out, and tracts of farmland outside the city have been abandoned on a large scale, leaving only a few orc tents glaringly planted on the land.

As a destructive race from aliens, the orcs are representatives of natural disasters that do not engage in production. For them, one new world after another is just a hunting ground for them as hunters. They never engage in production activities, because for the orcs, this is These are all things that lower races and inferior races do. They are only responsible for killing, plundering and reproducing.

"The greatness of the orcs lies in constantly expanding their territories, increasing their power, and enjoying delicious food and beautiful girls."

——Gruush "One-Eyed" the Orc God-King

"Bring the killing to the elves and the ears to the caves!"

——Orc Chosen "Eye of Gruumsh"

Orcs are a kind of nomadic people who like to migrate. They often only settle in a certain place for a short period of time between plundering and killing. During the process of their settlement, due to their lazy, stupid, and easy-to-kill nature, their reproductive ability is also strange. Strong, orcs cannot feed themselves through farming. They will first eat up all the food they plunder, then hunt all the animals they can hunt, then start eating their own slaves, then kill each other, and finally leave here to find new ones. "Good nest".

This race plunders natural resources and nearby areas like maggots, slowly eating away at forests, grasslands, and fields, and eventually turns them into a desert, completely destroying the ecological environment here.

Therefore, there have been many powerful orc kingdoms in history. They have wiped out nearby mortal strongholds, plundered food, set houses on fire, captured slaves, and established orc rule on the ruins.

But in the end, they will all be attacked by groups due to the internal fighting caused by the depletion of their own resources and the atrocities that continue to provoke wars around them, leading to their demise.

For example, the once prosperous Orc Kingdom was sanctioned by the Netheril Empire. As the head of the High Arcanist Council of Netheril, Grand Arcanist Iorum personally led the war against the Orcs. Since then, the Orcs It was so devastated that it took many years to recover.

The four-person team walked in the wild during the winter and spring. As a ranger advanced profession, Disma, who is good at forest terrain, was scouting in front, and Aaron and others followed behind.

The icy cold air caused Eleanor to wrap her robe tightly around her body. The sky in the distance was shrouded in gray clouds. Aaron and others were holding weapons, preparing to take a look at the ruins of the Silver Virgin Temple located on the outskirts of the city.

On the road, there are traces left by the orcs everywhere - human bones, ugly makeshift altars, leftover prey remains, dried fires, and balls of foul-smelling feces.

In just a few months, the hunting resort of the nobles in the past had been ravaged by orcs like dogs. There were not even any animals seen along the way.

Everyone knew mentally that this was the beginning of a war, so no one said much. The three moon gems on Aaron's body, and the brand new white dragon leather armor gave Aaron considerable confidence.

Aaron knows that his current strength is a bit embarrassing. As a professional at the peak of the elite level, he can also transform into a secret keeper. Aaron has gotten rid of the status of the weak, but he is still far away from the strong.

That's why he planned to form a team and carry out the mission alone.

A strong person participating in a war is suitable for leading an army alone and using his destructive power to cause heavy damage to the enemy.

When low-level professionals participate in war, they are suitable to enter the infantry square formation to face the enemy, covering each other to maximize their strength while protecting themselves.

Only Aaron was like this, he was embarrassed whether he was up or down.

Normally, as a warlock, he can join the military mage group, or he can join the cavalry as a knight and rush into battle.

But this is not what he wants.

Since you have chosen to join the war, it’s time for a big one! Otherwise, how can you convince everyone that they are worthy of a territory?

Aaron thought about his plan. In his opinion, four people were the most suitable configuration. If there were more people, it would be inconvenient to sneak in, and if there was less combat power, it would be slightly insufficient.

All he has to do is activate Su Lun Mama's magical power, so there shouldn't be any accidents... right?

"Shh!" He was still thinking, but his cousin Maximian had already pulled his arm: "Aaron, Eleanor, be careful!"

The three people hid behind a big tree. Along the snow-covered treetops, in the distance, a falcon spread its wings and flew over the nearby area.

"Pinch you, pinch you, pinch you!" This falcon may be a magical creature. It can actually talk, but its IQ is obviously not high. It just keeps repeating the phrase "pinch you" and patrols nearby.

There is a huge difference between him and the fairy Long Pani who is rich in language and expressions.

By the way, the fairy Longpani is naturally unwilling to participate in the war. It means that you can go ahead and I will cheer for you in the town.

"It's the Orc Warhawk!"

Maximian recognized the creature: "There's an Orc patrol nearby!"

Aaron, what should I do?

Eleanor asked Aaron with her eyes.

A spark of magic erupted from Aaron's fingertips.

"Crush them of course!"

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