Lords: From Civilization to the Stars

Admiral Spike of the Ark of Bad Omens felt that he had a chance in this life.

Their fleet was originally scheduled to go to the sea near Ulthuan for hunting. But in fact, everyone knew that it was just a pretense. They were just randomly looking for some lucky people around to see if they could be pulled into the slave-hunting team and become their good slaves.

This form of hunting has been spreading for a long time. The Ark of Bad Omens itself is actually a huge mountain. After being soaked in magic by the dark elves, it was reforged and condensed into a floating home in the ocean.

These homes naturally have all the buildings they should have, and among them, the most important thing is the existence of slaves.

They fight the war against the elves, but everyone has to survive and have fun.

Although they are not as good as the sea elves who cannot survive without souls, the dark elves also need a large number of slaves for blood sacrifice, and they need a certain amount of fresh energy to survive.

So it is said that they are going to fight a decisive battle with the elves, but in fact everyone is catching people and slaves around. For example, the Norsca Peninsula is actually a very good choice. Although there are not many slaves inside, there is no need to cause any trouble. And the people of Norsca are also good at fighting, which makes people feel at ease and entertaining.

But just when he was thinking about how to capture slaves, a group of crazy sea elves suddenly jumped out of the sea and slapped him.

What is this? Is this reasonable? It's the opposite of Tiangang.

What level of sea elves do you want to fight with us dark elves? You come up and humiliate us directly, right?

Although he knew that the sea elves might have some conspiracy, out of absolute trust in his own species, he still drove the Ark of Evil Omen to track the sea elves without hesitation, intending to give them an unforgettable slave game.

Then he watched a big excitement.

First, in the Broken Land, he knew that there was already a master in the Broken Land, and even knew that an expeditionary force of Prince Joy had been defeated in it.

Because that day, many people's wives, daughters or female relatives expressed great anger, or cursed humans for not knowing what was good for them. In fact, the dark elves knew that their own species must have been infiltrated by the believers of the God of Joy, and to some extent, they could also obtain some intelligence in reverse.

Then he watched the huge wound and blinked his eyes, and the sky became bright and became the embodiment of someone's will.

The huge magic torrent even caused the direction and power system of the entire Ark of Evil Omen to fail, causing all observers to scream and feel the strong terror coming.

Then this was not over yet. Before the admiral could calm down, he saw that the sea elves were attached with the power of the God of Struggle and began to crash into the bright sun like moths to a flame. Although the spectacular scene was far less in number than the elf war, the momentum was not bad to be honest.

Of course, the result was that the sea elves were blasted apart by the two wheels of the terrible sun and completely turned into nothingness.

After careful consideration, the admiral was sweating.

What kind of background did the owner of this territory have that the dark gods could come up one by one to serve him? The expeditionary army of Prince Joy had just been defeated, and the God of Struggle was directly attacked in disguise.

As a result, both sides died like nothing, and disappeared in an instant. As an individual who witnessed it with his own eyes, the admiral had mixed feelings, and felt that this world was a bit scary to be honest. He never thought about how to try to suppress the enemies here. You said there are good things here, so let's have them, can't I just not want them?

As a result, the people below sent him a message that made his soul tremble.

Because of the subspace torrent and the torch ignition just now, the rudder and power system of their Ark of Omen have temporarily lost control, and now they are heading straight towards the broken land.

This really scared the dark elf. Yes, he felt that he might be able to benefit from this change, but he had to survive to benefit from it? As a dark elf who cherishes his life very much, when did he have the courage to go against such a terrible guy?

He is not a chicken who knows nothing, how could he run into it head-on.

So he rationally put down a small boat, and he and his confidant led the way down, looking at the psychic lighthouse in the distance, and sent out his goodwill message very sincerely.

However, what made Admiral Spike feel a little uneasy was that no news came from the huge psychic lighthouse. There was no special change in the four huge aerospace fleets in the sky.

Just when Spike thought it was a language conflict and was about to ask in another language, the light in the air began to refract, and a figure who looked a little thin, but full of energy, with spiral eyes appeared in front of Spike, looking at him up and down with curiosity.

And the first moment the two sides looked at each other, Spike subconsciously lowered his head, not daring to look at the eyes full of the ritual of destruction.

But it was this action that made the floating figure nod with satisfaction.

'You are very good, really good. '

The figure standing on the boat said in skillful dark elf language:

‘Whether you are here to say hello sincerely or insincerely, I am really touched now. It is really great that there is a group in this world that can communicate normally. ’

“You, you are too kind…?”

‘No, I don’t. I will give you a gift to thank you. But since you are here to communicate, should we talk about mutually beneficial cooperation and development? Look at those sea elves, they actually mastered a wonderful beast taming technology from other regions, I remember that your group should need this. ’

“Wonderful beast taming technology from other regions?”

Hearing this, Spike’s eyes suddenly became sharp.

Maybe it’s just that the terrible wizard in front of him is ignorant, but what’s wrong with having more ways?

The dark elves are addicted to backstabbing, but the premise is that they also have a honeymoon period, right?

Faced with such a sincere wizard king, Spike nodded and decided to chat in more detail.

The sea elves who were fleeing in the sea looked at this scene and were stunned in place.

"......?"

What are they saying?

The dark elf language of the old world?

Don't you have to use soul connection to speak?

Isn't it said that each race is closed to each other, completely ignorant of each other's language, and can only kill each other? What is the situation now?

Watching the two teams closing their guns and gates as the exchange of language began, the remaining sea elves suddenly felt that they might have made an extremely wrong and absolutely bad choice.