Chaos Crown

PS: I am late, here is a 5000-word chapter.

The moonlight shone brightly, and the voice of singing overflowed from the female elf's throat, spreading across the entire battlefield.

Her voice is not loud, but everyone can hear her singing clearly.

This song is difficult to describe in words, even for a human like Aaron who understands the elf language, it is difficult to understand what she is singing. The song is made up of some fragmentary and unknown elf nouns. It was barely intelligible, but when it was sung, all Aaron heard was an indecipherable discourse.

However, music is the common language of mortals. As the singing spreads across the battlefield, everyone feels emotional fluctuations one after another, an extremely complex emotion mixed with sadness, longing, wildness, restlessness, memory, and jealousy.

In the end, these feelings all melt into a primitive impulse.

Living in hell, looking up to heaven, the most precious thing in this world is what we once had, but now we have lost it.

She sings, she longs, she mourns, she rages.

Hearing these songs, Aaron showed complicated expressions.

It turns out that you also have regrets?you desire too?

He thought of his relatives in his previous life, his hard study for more than ten years, his happy, sad, sweet, and regretful things, and his unfinished achievements and promises with friends. There are also colleagues and superiors who are at odds with each other and test each other's hypocrisy all day long.

Is this the Sword Singer?

Swordsinger is a legendary advanced profession, proficient in a kind of arcane inheritance that combines swordsmanship and dance.

This lineage was first started by the elves, and later adopted by non-elven practitioners, who kept the elven traditions and expanded them at the same time.

In combat, swordsingers employ a complex and elegant array of maneuvers to deflect attacks and channel magic into deadly blows and treacherous defences.Many who have witnessed a swordsinger in battle will remember this magnificent dance with the singing sword as one of the most beautiful experiences in life.

However, only Aaron, who possesses the power of Slaanesh, can understand the complex emotions contained in the female elf's singing.

With a long lifespan and high cultural inheritance, elves with changeable emotions are still too difficult for short-lived humans like humans to understand.

The caravan guards present, including Samir, who was releasing the cloud of daggers in the distance, just stood there blankly. They couldn't understand the meaning of the swordsinger's singing, and could only feel the primitive, mixed with fear and admiration impulse.

Because they never forget what they saw.

Chaos and blood go hand in hand, the swordsinger dances with otherworldly steps, spells and swords play a movement, intertwined with stunning beauty and terrifying death, as the swordsinger's figure flashes across in the blink of an eye In the sky, the blade whined and wailed, the wind hummed and wept, and the sword song of the swordsinger was played.

One knife and one sword, like a whirlwind of death, beheaded the troll in the dark night.

There were bursts of singing, and the blade pierced into the back of the troll's head while spinning.

The light and shadow dazzled, and the long knife accurately cut the troll's throat.

A stream of blood spurted out. ...With the addition of female elves, the team of caravan guards immediately took an absolute advantage.

As Aaron hit the last troll with another Tzeentch blue flame, the warriors headed by the caravan leader used battle axes, spears, and sharp swords to chop off the troll's head, and made up twenty or thirty attacks indiscriminately. After confirming that the troll had no chance of being resurrected, the battle finally came to an end.

The swordsinger put away her weapon, she silently watched the dead clansman, chanting the ancient language, as the battle ended, the light of the swordsong gradually faded from her body.

It was only then that everyone noticed that under the reflection of the light, there were many animal tattoos on her skin, but as the light of the sword song dissipated, the tattoos on her body also dissipated, hiding under the delicate and smooth skin and disappearing without a trace .

The female elf's delicate skin is not a kind of extreme white, but a bright white with a little gold, which is very eye-catching even in the dark night, but she is more like a star in the night, specially designed to set off the dazzling light of the sun .

The swordsinger elf was silent for a while, and suddenly she felt a gaze behind her, and the piercing rage suddenly appeared in her eyes, and when she turned around, it was the good-looking human from before.

Aaron looked at the female elf with a complex expression. The moment the light of the sword song disappeared, he could feel a very weak power from the female elf resonating with his own. The two powers were very similar, but they had different Subtle differences.

The power that resonated in him came from the divine power exerted by the Silver Virgin Su Lun to reshape his body, but he didn't know what the power of the female elf was.

Aaron also faintly felt that something was wrong.

The timing of the appearance of the female elf is a bit too coincidental.

She is very strong, very strong, definitely has the strength of a master, and is a rare swordsinger profession. If she is there, it may be difficult for the sun elves to defeat a large group of trolls, but it should not be a big problem to retreat completely, but the sun elves They had obviously been fighting for a long time, but she didn't show up, and when Aaron and the others arrived and the battle gained the upper hand, she showed up just right.

Aaron recalled the captain of the Sun Elf saying "Be careful, Al-Tay-Queser", so he gave the female elf a puzzled look.

"It's not elegant to use this kind of gaze on a lady." The swordsinger elf turned his head sideways, and under the long fiery red hair, a pair of pure emerald children looked straight at Aaron: ""Mr. , I'll forgive your offense, because now we have more important things to do.

"I'm glad you were able to lend a helping hand, Ms. Elf." Aaron cleared his throat slightly, and tentatively said, "Without your help, we couldn't have won this victory so easily. We are late, sorry."

"You can win this victory without my help, but I need your help very much." The swordsinger shook his head sadly: "I came late, and you are the unexpected reinforcements."

"On behalf of Al-Tay-Quese and all my compatriots who died in battle, I would like to express my gratitude to you." The female elf bowed to Aaron, her beauty was hot and moving, and her temperament was as quiet as a valley: "Take you Call your comrades over here, you have lost some manpower, let me see if I can give you proper compensation."... Aaron nodded.

The caravan guards of the Longthorn family who participated in the battle were killed and six were injured, two of them were seriously injured, basically declaring their retirement, and the other four were slightly injured, and they could return to their posts after a month or two of rest.

The most troublesome ones are the seriously injured. The dead are easy to deal with. Just pay a large pension to compensate the family members.

Seriously injured people are always embarrassed. They can neither get a large pension nor return to their jobs. Even Aaron had a hard time shelling out such a large sum of money at the market price.

Aaron summoned everyone, and the caravan guards all expressed their admiration and awe to the elf beauty who suddenly appeared.

Without it, in the previous battle, she danced with the group of trolls, dodged every attack perfectly, and her heroic posture walking in the blood was too impressive.

People always admire the strong.

But everyone soon felt a little jealous.

Because the female elf almost only talked to Aaron, even when arranging things, her eyes were firmly locked on Aaron, and she didn't even look at others.

"That's why I don't like elves, hehehe~" Warlock Samir shrugged helplessly, and said to the caravan leader: "Elves are like this, they only like beautiful, beautiful, and elegant things."

"I will be scolded when I go back." The caravan leader said with a wry smile.

"I have been to the High Forest, where the wood elves are extremely proud, they don't welcome guests... unless your appearance can please them, we harpists formed a team at that time, only me and another halfling were killed You are allowed to enter the elf gathering place, and the rest are blocked outside." Samir watched Aaron negotiating with the female elf in proficient elf language, chattering endlessly.

"The two brothers were seriously injured. Their lower body is useless. Hey, I usually advise them to save more and spend less time in the tavern." The leader of the caravan nodded.

"So the elves are a group of appearance associations. They almost only look at the face. If you are really attractive, many offenses can be forgiven. If you are too ugly, then the elves are always ready to offend you at the slightest bit." If you splatter your blood on the spot with a sham or a minimal breach of tradition, they won’t listen to you, no matter how reasonable you are.”

"You are right, but according to the practice in this industry, if you encounter monster robbers on the way to protect the caravan, the spoils of battle will belong to the caravan guard." The caravan leader continued: "I can't be in vain loss."

"Magic always pervades the world of elves..."

The conversation between the two continued until Aaron and the elf ended the negotiation.

"How about it, buddy?" Samir complained. "Actually, I can speak Elven, but she ignores me."

"Because she said you have something unpleasant about you." Aaron said with a smile: "So she doesn't want to talk to you."

"Obviously, she only wants to talk to you, you charismatic handsome man." Samir's eyes flickered, and he didn't want to continue talking about this issue: "Okay, what's the gain?"... "Call your people here." Aaron said to the caravan leader: "She hopes to hire us for the last journey. As a thank you and reward, most of the goods can be used as a gift and commission for this support. .”

After the tense battle, the caravan guards showed a rare smile.

In fact, they have secretly counted the goods of the sun elves, and the value is more than 1500 gold lion coins. If what Aaron said is true, then they can get at least 800 gold lion coins, which is more than [-] gold lion coins for many people. The cost of hiring for this journey.

The three hurriedly calculated the share.

Aaron received goods worth 300 Golden Lion Coins, and Samir received goods worth 300 Golden Lion Coins. They were spellcasters, so they naturally got the most.

The rest of the caravan guards were divided into 900 gold lion coins. Among them, the war dead received 150 gold lion coins as a pension, and the two seriously injured received 100 gold lion coins. The caravan leader got an extra share, and the rest The guards were divided equally, and the slightly injured were not given special care.

The principle of relatively fair distribution is the most important thing for the team to maintain, which is more important than the camaraderie that fights side by side.

As the price for a large amount of goods, the caravan reached an agreement with the female elf through Aaron to help her bury the sun elves who died in battle, and escort her and a crucial cargo to Suzar for delivery.

In the dark night, the singing sounded again, the sun elves were buried, and the female elves gave them the last elegy for salvation.

"It is said that the souls of elves who have not received a suitable burial ceremony will be refused to enter Avandor." Aaron stood beside the female elf, and he was the only one in the caravan who was allowed to approach by the female elf.

"You know our customs very well, Your Excellency Human." The female elf shook her head sadly: "It is the wish of all elves to return the soul to Alvando."

"I'm a Cormyr after all." Aaron could feel that with her movements, the soul of the Day of the Dead elf stopped restless and gradually dissipated: "Can you tell me, ma'am? When you are attacked, Why aren't you there?"

The female elf raised her eyebrows, as if she was displeased with Aaron's offense, but when she saw Aaron's handsome appearance surpassing mortals and his sky-blue eyes as pure and distant as the sky, she felt that it was nothing. After hesitating, she still frowned and said, "There is a traitor among us."

"traitor?!"

"Well, traitor." The female elf sighed sadly: "We were deceived by the traitor, she was our guide, she let us station here, and then told me that she had something important to see me, and tricked me out , I went to the depths of the jungle to wait for her, and after waiting for a long time to find that she was not coming, I realized that something was wrong, and it was already too late when I came back, fortunately, you all helped, otherwise things would be even more troublesome."

"More trouble?" Aaron was still a little puzzled. He looked at the sun elves who were buried: "I think, ma'am, this is just my personal opinion, but I think life is more important. Are these goods worth a few sundays?" Is it the life of an elf?"

"...You don't understand, human being." The female elf flicked her long fiery red hair by her ear, and stepped on a tree stump with one beautiful leg: "This is our business."

This was a tactful rejection, and Aaron was even more puzzled. ... There is always something weird about this female elf.

But the opponent is very strong, and he is not an enemy to him, and he doesn't seem to have any hostility towards him.

After thinking about it, Aaron tried again: "By the way, there is one of your gentlemen who looks like the leader. He first told me that there is something in your cargo...but he gave up immediately and just told me I emphasized that if I landed on the Isle of Evermeet, your fellow citizens would kill me and throw my body into the forest... What the hell is going on here?"

"Oh? Ormost told you so?" The swordsinger's eyes moved, from the willow eyebrows covered by the hair to the slender and slender Qiong nose, from the smooth and round forehead to the sharp water chestnut chin. Every arc is full of elegance and beauty, and she finally showed a faint smile: "It seems that you are really attractive, human being, may I know your name?"

"Aaron Salian, Suzall's rookie, Viscount Cormyr."

"Pfft~ Susar's little rookie chicken?" The emerald-like eyes swept across Aaron's body, his cherry lips parted slightly, and a smile flowed out: "It's really a special nickname, your name and nickname, I remember Living."

"My name is Alponia, Alponia-Sullivan." The female elf smiled sweetly, "Since Ormost is willing to tell you so much, let me tell you a little more, little rookie?"

It made Aaron feel a little weird to be called Xiao Caiji by a beautiful elf big sister of unknown age.

But once you accept this setting, you are unexpectedly a little comfortable?
The swordsinger led Aaron to the goods of the elf caravan. Among the many goods, a large box with three locks, magic traps and sealing circles on it was so eye-catching.

Aponia took out three keys, opened the lock one by one, and cleverly avoided the trigger of the magic trap, and opened the box: "Come here, little rookie."

Inside the box are rows of black gemstones. There seems to be life in the gemstones, and there is a strange airflow flowing inside.

"What is this?" Aaron was very curious.

The power of Slaanesh is roaring, roaring filial piety.

Swallow it, swallow them, all of them!quick!
Slaanesh, shut up!Aaron suppressed the will of Slaanesh's power, and he became more curious.

What makes the power of Slaanesh so unbearable?
"This is the soul gem, and it contains the heroic souls of our race. For some reasons, they are temporarily unable to return to Avandor, so they temporarily house their souls in the gem to avoid entering the kingdom of the king of the dead." The female elf said calmly There was a moment of confusion in the clear eyes: "This is the most precious thing, and it cannot be bought back with money. These things must not fall into the hands of the enemy."

"What Ormost means is that he hopes you can send these gems back to Yongju Island, but Yongju Island is a place that does not welcome any non-elf races. It is very unwelcome, so he gave up before he died. This task It's too difficult for you, little rookie~" Aponia's melodious voice is intoxicating, and the fire-haired elf under the moonlight is so beautiful, especially the slender body line and knee-length Long and toned legs modified by high-heeled boots.

"So it is."

Every question of Aaron has been answered, every clue has an answer, he thought about it carefully, the whole logic and the story are correct, and he can feel that Aponia really cares about him and this group of caravans. There was no hostility, so the deepest doubts in my heart dissipated.

After burying the Sun Elf, packing up the goods and dividing the harvest, the group returned to the place where the caravan was.

The pastor had been waiting for a long time, and seeing Aaron finally came back, she immediately wanted to come up to see if he was injured.

The sea-blue eyes narrowed slightly, and she saw Alponia following behind Aaron.

Who is this beautiful elf?Why did you bring back an elf beauty once you went out?
Many questions popped up in Miss Pastor's mind.

Half-elf?Alponia's eyes twinkle, is he still a priest?

Will it affect my future plans?

In the mood of doubt, the elven beauty and Miss Priest looked at each other. .
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