Greece brings evildoers - Chapter 498

In the early morning, the soft sunlight passed through the tent and reflected on a body that looked like black jade.

The dark elf girl knelt in the tent, clasped her hands together, lowered her head and whispered:

“Merciful Mother Earth, may your broad mind forever comfort the souls of the dead…”

After finishing her daily prayers, she turned her head and looked behind her, with a pure smile on her delicate face:

“Are you awake?”

Two flickering headlights hit the field of vision, and Loen had no choice but to touch his forehead and close his eyes:

“Put on your clothes first.”

“Oh.”

The dark elf girl nodded obediently and put on the clothes scattered around.

When the rustling sound stopped, Loen opened his eyes, looked at the dark elf girl in front of him, and said uncertainly:

“Eilistraee?”

The dark elf girl nodded again and asked:

“It seems that you have seen my [mother]? Does she still hate me so much?”

Loen was a little surprised.

When the personality of [daughter] Eilistraee emerged, [mother] Rose was a taboo word for her. The slight mention of it would almost make her sanity collapse.

Unexpectedly, after the diagnosis and treatment of Miss Belle, the two personalities not only stabilized miraculously, but also clearly knew each other’s existence.

I have to say, that woman is really something.

Seeing that Lorne did not speak for a long time, Eilistraee’s originally bright expression gradually dimmed, and she sighed faintly:

“She still refuses to let me go…”

Lorne vaguely smelled the smell of [secret] from Eilistraee’s words, and couldn’t help asking curiously:

“What do you mean?”

Eilistraee seemed to be aroused by the desire to confide, and she told the past of [mother] Rose.

She was the first elf born from the ancestor Ymir, gentle and innocent, and had the greatest kindness to everything around her.

At that time, the elves did not distinguish between light and darkness, and everyone was a family. The difference in skin color and birthplace did not prevent them from hunting, gathering, distributing, and singing together.

Rose, with her outstanding leadership and creativity, perfected the culture of the elves, including sacrifices, dances, music, hunting, etc., and can be said to be the founder of the civilization of the entire elf group.

Because of her transcendent status and contributions in various aspects, she was respected by the elves as the [Matron] and became the ruler of the Elven Kingdom in a sense.

But as time went on, some discordant voices gradually spread among the tribe.

The light elves were born on the sunny side of the body of the ancestor Ymir, noble and holy; the dark elves were born on the dark side of the body of the ancestor Ymir, lowly and dirty;

The light elves have the right to the land of sunshine, and the dark elves are only worthy of staying in the dark pit;

Darkness existed before light, and their mistress was a member of the dark elves, and the dark elves were the rulers of the Elven Kingdom…

At first, Rose did not realize the danger of these rumors, but simply thought that everyone was just arguing as usual.

Therefore, she had goodwill towards all elves and tried to persuade all parties, believing that these small contradictions would dissipate over time.

But in the end, differences created barriers, barriers created chaos, and chaos caused fighting…

Countless light elves and dark elves took up arms and fought frantically on their own land to decide who was the real master here.

It was a very tragic war. The soil of the battlefield was dyed red with blood, tens of thousands of casualties, and the abandoned helmets could be piled up into a hill…

Until the Aesir intervened and defined the living areas of the light elves and dark elves, the bloody fight came to an end.

And since then, Rose has gone crazy.

She believed that it was her indecision and her kindness that killed her compatriots.

The essence of the Nordic world is blood and fire.

Only the strong can survive, and the weak are only worthy of becoming slaves controlled by fate.

Fear is a tool more powerful than steel, and love and respect are both weak and useless burdens!

In order to prevent the kindness in her heart from becoming her weakness, she cut off the self she once had.

So, the spider goddess Rose was born.

She used cruelty as a weapon and fear as food, encouraging the dark elves to follow the law of the jungle, fight each other, eliminate the weak, and was keen to see conspiracy and betrayal, completely going from one extreme to another…

After listening, Lorne looked at Eilistraee faintly:

“So, you are that self?”

Eilistraee nodded and sighed:

“Mother has taken the wrong path. There is no point in her doing this. She is just torturing herself.”

She was born from Rose’s soul, which is the past she is unwilling to face.

As a being of the same origin, no one knows better than her that Rose is torturing herself while terrorizing the dark elves and hunting the light elves.

Lorne also agrees with Eilistraee’s views.

Just as he taught Ciri, there is nothing wrong with kindness itself.

It’s just that if you want kindness to bring good results, you need to keep your eyes open and hold the knife well.

Rorse blamed herself for the breakup between the dark elves and the light elves, and cut herself off, which is really a bit of a bull’s horn.

What concerned Loen even more was how those rumors that elevated the light elves and belittled the dark elves were first spread?

Due to the existence of darkness before light, and Rose, the [Matron], is also a dark elf, the strength of the dark elves in the Elven Kingdom is obviously stronger than that of the light elves.

In this case, the purpose of promoting the theory that the light elves are born noble is probably not simple.

——Using the weak to defeat the strong is the beginning of chaos!

If all this is not a coincidence, then many things that happened in the Elven Kingdom become intriguing.

Loen looked up at the sky, his deep eyes flickering faintly.

At this time, Iristri calmed down a little and made a sincere request to Loen:

“If you can, please help her.”

Loen frowned: “How to help?”

“Kill her!” Iristri looked solemn and sincere, “Let her get rid of this pain.”

Hearing this, Loen suddenly felt a headache.

Are the mother and daughter so close?

Each wants to kill the other more than the other.

Moreover, can you change someone else? Why do you want to use him as a knife?

In order to avoid being involved in this cause and effect, Lorne declined politely:

“You should discuss this matter among yourselves. I’m afraid I can’t intervene.”

“No need to really do it.”

Eilistraee grabbed Lorne’s right hand, pressed it against her chest, and said sincerely,

“I can feel that you are the only person she trusts in the outside world. As long as you are willing to give her enough care, this love will definitely melt the darkness!”

Hearing Eilistraee’s request, Lorne was a little amused.

Eilistraee guessed a little wrong. Rose was willing to obey and trust him, not because he could bring light.

On the contrary, Rose thought he was a disaster star, destined to turn into a catastrophe and ignite the world.

So, this is not a drama of light influencing darkness, but a story of a little witch finding an organization.

I can’t influence others with love, but I am better at making people evil. Do you want to try?

Seeing that Lorne had not responded, Eilistraee mistakenly thought that Lorne was not willing to give his [care], so he made up his mind and chose to take the initiative:

“If you don’t know much about this knowledge, I can teach you.”

As she said this, Eilistraee climbed onto the bed with all her limbs, closed her eyes, pursed her lips and leaned in, acting like an old hand teaching a novice how to be intimate.

Everything has a price.

If I sacrifice some of my chastity, I can free my [mother] from the darkness, which is not a bad thing.

But looking at Eilistraee’s slightly trembling eyelashes and her throat that frequently swallowed, Lorne was even more amused.

Little sister, I can teach you this.

Fortunately, before Eilistraee officially started eating, Galadriel and Ciri, who had woken up early, came in.

Looking at the two people who were about to come into close contact on the mattress, Galadriel and Ciri were embarrassed:

“Sorry, we came at the wrong time.”

“No, you came at the right time!”

Lorne was like seeing a savior, and hurriedly called for help,

“Quick, pull her away!”

Galadriel and Ciri breathed a sigh of relief and did it subconsciously.

However, as soon as she pulled Eilistraee up, the dark elf girl couldn’t help but frowned and looked painful:

“It hurts, my butt hurts…”

Looking at the blood spots on the clothes, Galadriel and Ciri were stunned at first, and then looked at Lorne with strange eyes:

“Your hobby…”

“It’s a bit special…”

Lorne wanted to cry but had no tears after a black pot fell on his head.

Although Rose tried hard to be whipped last night, he still held back.

So, the crazy woman had to whip herself, and abused her back and butt without hesitation, trying to feel the pain.

Finally, Lorne couldn’t stand it anymore and knocked Rose unconscious with a knife, which made the crazy woman stop her self-torture.

So, he was really innocent, a role model of morality who could remain calm even when being wooed.

I found a correct version in the 16-9 book forum!

But it was strange.

When he was in Greece, he had affairs every day, and everyone thought he was a decent man.

As a result, when he arrived in Northern Europe, he kept himself clean, but was instead labeled as promiscuous and perverted.

Perhaps, this is the hidden price of lies.

Because he had promised to keep Rose a secret, Lorne couldn’t explain too much, so he could only cast a healing spell to speed up the healing of the wounds on Eilistraee’s back and buttocks.

Fortunately, Galadriel and Ciri didn’t delve too much into this issue, but just carried Eilistraee away quickly after her injury.

That speed was as if she was escaping from a demon cave.

Forget it, the innocent will be innocent.

While comforting himself, Lorne packed up the tent and sundries and prepared to set off.

After a day of rapid travel, the caravan officially entered the North.

It was not far from the Dwarf King’s capital, and there were only two or three days left.

As the sky gradually darkened, everyone stopped at the foot of an open mountain to rest.

As the leader, Gandalf engraved the magic circle as usual, arranged light and dark sentries, and asked the caravan members to make fire and cook.

After doing all this, he had nothing to do, so he took out a stack of square wood chips and proposed to the four new members:

“Would you like to play a few games?”

By the light of the fire, Loen saw the images of creatures such as the Aesir gods, Vanir warriors, giants, elves, etc. engraved on the wood chips, as well as the symbols of floating warships, the Eternal Spear, and Said witchcraft.

“Wooden signs? Old man, I didn’t expect you to like playing this too!”

Ciri rubbed her hands and came over excitedly.

“It’s tiring and boring to drive such a long way, so I have to find some fun for myself.”

As Gandalf spoke, he skillfully shuffled, cut and dealt the cards, and began to discuss with Ciri, who was obviously a friend.

This is a competitive game that has become popular in the atrium world in recent years.

Participating players can choose to command up to six different camps: the glorious and proud Asgard camp, the dirty and cruel Giant camp, the resourceful Warner Wonderland, or the accumulated Midgard camp, etc.

Each camp has different play styles, which can be combined and set up different tactics and strategies based on the cards in hand.

Due to its popular puzzle and the use of legends and reality as templates, this entertainment game quickly became popular, especially among the upper-class nobles of human society, and gradually acquired certain social attributes.

Old Gandalf and Ciri, one is a semi-retired ancient Norwegian royal family, and the other is the princess of Sintra. Naturally, they play cards a lot on weekdays, and their level and skills are remarkable.

Therefore, the two people who met their opponents had a good fight on the wooden pier.

Soon, this novel game attracted the attention of Galadriel, Rose and Belludante.

Seeing that the two were interested, old Gandalf, who was very willing to share, immediately gave up his seat and taught the other his card-playing skills.

Among the three women, two are genuine goddesses, and one is an elf queen who will be famous for her wisdom in the future. She can barely reach the rank of goddess.

Therefore, they learned very quickly. In just a few games, they were familiar with the rules of this wooden card game and easily picked up the game.

Coupled with the experience taught by old Gandalf, the three of them quickly mastered it, and their level gradually surpassed Ciri.

Seeing the number of losses increasing, Xili couldn’t stand it anymore:

“No more fun, no more fun, you three can fight.”

Seeing that a seat was vacant, Belludante’s eyes flashed and she looked at Lorne beside her with a smile:

“How about you come and try too?”

“I’ve never played.” Lorne declined politely.

“It doesn’t matter, we can teach you, it’s easy to learn!” Galadriel replied.

“But…” Lorne hesitated.

But before she finished speaking, Rose pushed Lorne into his seat without any explanation: “Three are missing and one is missing, you are the only one missing!”

And as Lorne officially took his seat, the eyes of the three women flashed in unison:

“Just playing cards doesn’t seem like much fun.”

“A little extra?”

“Can the winner make a request to the loser?”

After hearing the three people’s suggestions, Lorne sincerely advised:

“Entertainment is fine, but don’t gamble…”

“That’s it!”

The three of them hit it off immediately, and their tacit understanding drowned out what Lorne wanted to say.

In the end, the minority obeyed the majority, and the bet was made.

Seeing that the end was lost, Lorne raised his hands helplessly:

“Okay, I’m a newbie, so you have to let me go.”

The three people who achieved their goal nodded repeatedly, but their eyes showed overflowing excitement.

Let you? Doesn’t exist! Wait until you cry when you lose!

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An hour later.

Rose felt as if she were mourning her concubine, and Galadriel’s eyes were empty.

Belludante was about to cry:

“Don’t you know how to play?”

“Yeah, I just learned it.”

Lorne blinked and answered truthfully.

“You just started to learn and you beat us in seven games in a row?” Belludanti was a little crazy, and the hand holding the cards trembled slightly.

“Maybe, I have better talent.” Lorne looked sincere.

Before this, he had indeed never come into contact with this wooden card game, but he was very proficient in a certain card game called “Gwent”.

The mechanics of the two are very similar, and many formulas and strategies can be applied.

Moreover, his master Hecate, the goddess who represents [accident] and [game], usually uses various small games to increase his strength.

Therefore, Lorne is a master of the game in every sense of the word.

Bet him that once it’s on the table, be prepared to be stripped naked.

I’ve already said that gambling is harmful to people, but you just don’t listen…

Lorne sighed, with a joking smile hidden in his eyes and a helpless expression on his face:

“Chenghui, each of us has seven requests. Who will settle the bill first?”