Lords: From Civilization to the Stars

"My Lord, are our actions correct...?"

"At least for us now, they are completely correct."

Gerke. Sea Spirit looked at the burning sea and whispered. It was as if he was convincing himself, and it was as if he was convincing the resentful compatriots around him.

Ever since they were disturbed by human mages and left Kalimdor and came to the Old World, everything was so bad. At the beginning, they had more than a hundred sea beasts, thousands of sea elves, and even a great war group that could create a tsunami.

But after fighting with vampire pirates who were hiding in the sea for unknown reasons, they lost one-third of their people and beasts, and could only flee to Albion Island in a hurry. And after the war on Albion Island, they lost many compatriots and beasts. Whether they went east or west, there were powerful forces blocking them.

What choice did they have? Apart from going to the north to find the inferior souls of the barbarians, the sea elves had no choice.

But even so, fate played the worst joke on them.

The most elite guards and his father, the chief of the clan, had been killed directly by the psychic tide created by the psychic primitive. Now he was still drifting in the ocean with his middle finger raised, expressing his anger and hatred towards the sea elves.

They couldn't beat the primitive, so they could only choose the most cruel and vicious plan. They used the trouble to divert the two powerful individuals to fight, and then they would eat a little bit of leftovers from it. By the way, the elite among the sea elves also executed this plan, hoping to fool the dark elves with their superb acting skills.

And now, the final conclusion is that although the dark elves were fooled, the tactics that the sea elves were proud of were easily cracked.

Thirty-one sea beasts, the lives of two hundred and seventy-four tribesmen, and the final result was that an ominous ark was successfully diverted from its original direction. The floating mountain began to move towards the Broken Land, but the purpose was to capture the sea elves and torture them to find out the beast taming techniques they brought from Kalimdor.

It was completely different from what they thought.

In their conception, their elite troops should advance along the fog in the ether sea, which is the unique technology that the sea elves rely on for survival, so that the dark elves will be in chaos and point to the broken land while they are in chaos.

But the reaction of the dark elves is far better than theirs. These well-trained dark elf soldiers quickly realized the nature of the ether sea in this special phenomenon of the ether sea.

The so-called ether sea is the replacement of elements.

The white fog in the air is essentially a replacement of the ocean. Even sea beasts and marine creatures can freely exert their strongest strength in the fog. The sea elves use this ability to increase their own strength, suffocate and drown land creatures, and weaken their combat power on a large scale to sweep across the four directions.

However, the choice made by the dark elves is that they collectively wear masks. Every dark elf has wealth that the sea elves can't imagine. Each of them has a magic purification mask to filter the elements of the ether sea outside.

While the sea beasts and sea elves were galloping in the ether sea, trying to take the opportunity to attack the Ark of Evil Omen, the dark elves all lined up shield walls and crossbows.

The rain of magic-breaking arrows nailed them to the square of the Ark of Evil Omen, and the offensive that the sea elves were proud of was broken in the blink of an eye.

They could only evacuate along the original route.

But in the distant observation, Gelk. Hailing could clearly see that the dark elves were not in a hurry. It was true that they wanted to participate in the Battle of Ulthuan, but it was still a long time before the Battle of Ulthuan. They could hunt sea elves for fun and even have more slaves to torture.

After all, if you are not interested in fish in this sea, some slaves are really not easy to find. Even the slave quota of the Ark of Evil Omen itself must be used carefully. And it is too happy for the dark elves to be delivered to the door like this.

It was completely different from the chic departure in their imagination. The sea elves fled in a panic and fled towards the direction of the Broken Land.

And Geerke Hailing, who was watching all this in the magic crystal, was ridiculed by the people around him.

"You are worthy of being our greatest commander, Prince."

A figure wearing heavy armor, who obviously holds an important position among the sea elves, watched all this, forced a weird smile, and whispered sarcastically:

"You called us all here to let us see how abominable your clown performance is? Geerke. Sea Spirit? Your father destroyed our royal guards, and even the royal guards given by the Naga died in the sea tide in the blink of an eye, and you? You destroyed our remaining hope. What should we do now?"

"Our entire tribe is only one-third of what it was when we first arrived here! And almost everyone is injured, the sea beasts are very tired, and we are in urgent need of soul replenishment. What should we do now?"

"If we go deep into the interior of the Norsca Peninsula, we can also rob Lady Kislev. Why not do it?"

"...Don't teach me in this tone, Damont!"

Amid the exclamations of the crowd, Geerke. Sea Spirit walked down with red eyes and grabbed the armor of the heavy armored elf.

"If you were in my position, you would do the same! This is the only way we can break the impasse! This is the old world, not Kalimdor! They won't accept our tricks here! They won't negotiate at all, and they won't negotiate with us! What else can we do besides this! Tell me!"

"I--"

Just as Gelk. Hailing looked at the elf in front of him and angrily took out his sword to kill him, a dazzling light suddenly stopped all their quarrels.

'Eh? Where did the light come from? '

'What's going on? '

'What happened? '

All the sea elves looked at each other in confusion, and some of them couldn't figure out where the light came from.

This is hundreds of meters deep under the sea, where did the light come from?

Just as they were puzzled, a voice that suppressed anger and made everyone instinctively understand the meaning sounded from the hearts of the sea elves, conveying someone's last reason and kindness.

'Sea elves, now I order you in the name of the Lord of the Tartarus Lighthouse, the King of the Star Bearers, to lay down all your weapons and hand over the control of your behemoths. I can promise that I won't hurt you. If you continue to resist, you will die! ’

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