amaotonovel Chapter 339: The Dark Elves' New City
Chapter 339: The Dark Elves' New City
After Ivan and his crew dealt with the Fallen, the rest of the journey was very peaceful.
As if sensing the power of this group of travelers, some creatures on the beach or in the woods obediently retracted their claws.
"After crossing the Miral River ahead, you will reach the Breath of the Moon Sea."
Although the dark elf Nimia is short and looks like a legal loli, her personality is not that of a loli at all.
Her voice is mature, and there is an unconscious hint of pride in her tone.
For example, now, she waved the light spell in her hand towards the other side, sending out a signal;
While introducing the two people behind him in a mature voice.
“The former city of Mozoberranzan was known as the greatest city of the Dark Elves;
But this statement was completely changed after we came to Breath of the Moon Sea."
Her signal was quickly responded to.
A small boat with pointed ends and a broad middle was floating on the water, slowly moving towards them.
“Although it took us less than fifty years, the new city beneath the Breath of the Moon Sea is the greatest city of the Dark Elves;
Or it can be said that it is the greatest city among all the cities in the current plane..."
"I think you can take a look at the orcs' Western Wasteland City."
"Xihuang City?"
Nimia was stunned for a moment. She had never heard of the name of this city.
The corners of Ivan's mouth began to twitch. He had already guessed what the "Western Wasteland City" that Kong Er mentioned was.
“Yes, the orc city in the northwest wilderness.
When the project was just completed not long ago, Teacher Duan Ya took me back to get a house..."
Alvin, who had nothing but complaints in his heart, couldn't hold it in any longer.
His facial muscles twitched horribly as he tried to fight the urge to laugh out loud.
“Orcs from the Northwestern Wasteland?
Don't be ridiculous. Although I have no ill feelings towards orcs, whether in terms of art or architectural design, the dark elves are clearly superior..."
Nemea didn't care.
Men, no matter what race they are, always like to have an advantage in verbal communication.
Especially young men.
Feeling clearly being looked down upon, Kong Er did not continue to argue with this dark elf whose charm was maxed out.
He asked Ivan in a low voice.
"Is not it?
When you were designing the new orc city, you were very confident..."
Ivan turned his head and looked at Kong Er, and the corners of his mouth, which he had managed to suppress with great difficulty, began to twitch again.
"I never said your new city would be the greatest city in the world...
Besides, can you guys be more casual with your names?
Could this be Ta-gon's doing?
West Wasteland City... this is too sloppy!"
“Well, Chief Tagon must have his own difficulties.
I heard that it was supposed to be called the City of Beautiful and Invincible Orc Girls...
Later, several elders pestered Tagon every day, and finally he changed his mind..."
"...That's true. This is probably something that your Morgan, who is not much smarter than Lar, would do..."
Morgan, who was far away in the astral realm and had finally escaped from Tymora's prank and came to the Kingdom of Joy to take care of her best friend, shuddered for no reason.
She looked at Lal, who had recovered a lot, and her highly tense mood relaxed a little.
"Why, are you still blaming me for using a clone to trap you in my place for so long?"
With gold coins hanging all over his body, Tymora propped his cheek with his hands, half lying on the side in an ungraceful manner.
“Yes, Ms. Tymora, you really go too far!
If by some chance, Lady Eilistraee and Avon had not defeated that foreign god, Larko would be gone!"
According to Morgan's perception, Lal will be able to recover as before in no time.
It's only a matter of time before you wake up.
She imitated Tymora, half lying on the pink ground and looking up at the sky of the kingdom of God.
"You've been with Lar for so long that you can no longer sense the difference in power between yourself and other gods?"
Tymora slowly adjusted the ends of her hair, glanced at Lal, and her tone suddenly became low.
"I don't want to lose two of my friends on the same day..."
……
"Master Xiuman, this is the first batch of Flying Eye-class drones delivered by the Nield Military Factory..."
Annie, a half-ling in maid clothes, stood in the small garden of the city lord's mansion with the honest Daryl.
On the open space behind him, there were ten metal balls reflecting the sunlight.
Taking the control ball handed to him by Annie, Xiuman quickly made a drone hover over the City Lord's Mansion.
Although Xiuman has not received pilot training from "Leia", as an unconventional sorcerer, Xiuman has a lot of flying experience.
"Lord Nordman, would you like to try it too?"
The young city lord controlled the drone, rolling it up and down in the air for a while, and then handed the controller in his hand to the figure next to him.
Nordman has now turned into an old man with a white beard again.
Although she had been eager to try it in her heart, in order to maintain her image in front of outsiders, she still rejected Xiuman's kindness with a calm look.
"My Lord City Lord, my old bones don't have the energy of you young people.
This toy in the sky only makes me feel fatally dizzy."
Then, the white-bearded old man turned his gaze to Annie and asked with some dissatisfaction.
“Knight Annie, your heroic performance in Nield has spread throughout the entire Tyr Church.
But I want to ask, why weren't the weapons I ordered from Mr. Ivan delivered together?"
The halfling Annie had a silly look on her face, but she didn't know that the Church of Tyr had also started doing business with Lord Avan.
Just when Annie didn't know how to answer, Sir River walked forward and saluted Nordman.
"Master Patriarch of the Tyr Church, the weapons you ordered are made by skilled craftsmen in the Gray Haze Forest and require very special materials.
Those are not what Nield can produce.”
"Oh, is it?"
Nordman stroked her fluffy beard with such skill that it seemed as if she was really an old man with a white beard.
“I heard that during the battle in Nield, support troops from the Gray Haze Forest appeared.
Relying on new weapons, it took less than fifty people to kill more than two thousand half-dragon invaders..."
"It is thirty, Master."
The noble knight standing behind Nordman corrected him in a low voice.
He was one of the survivors of the Battle of Nield, the unremarkable Knight Terry who, together with Broken Tooth, charged towards Valaam in his mortal form.
“What a formidable force… Then Sir River, please deliver the weapons I ordered as soon as possible.
Both you and Lord Ivan will be very satisfied with the compensation offered by the Church of Tyr.
In addition, I would like to order some of these flying balls from Neild."