Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

"The entrance fee is one copper coin per person. The elves will pay double. If you barge in, you have to pay a fine and double it again. 46 elves, a total of 184 copper coins…"

The humans' rigid voices entered the elves' ears.

It was simply the ultimate humiliation.

The 60,000 elf soldiers had been killed here. Their corpses had exploded in the wilderness and no one had restrained them. They had set foot here and sacrificed their heroic souls in battle, but they actually had to pay for this—and it was so cheap!

Although Duke Tiling had already instructed the elves that they were about to encounter difficulties and humiliation from humans, they could only imagine insults with words and provocations with actions. They did not expect humans to be so shameless.

He was bullying the elves too much!

A male elf could not help but take a few steps forward and grab the collar of the cavalry leader. He was larger than the human and his strength far exceeded his. He said sternly, "Human, you're courting death!"

The cavalry unsheathed their swords, and the elves did the same. The two sides were at daggers drawn, and the cavalry leader only looked at the other party's face close at hand coldly and fearlessly and revealed a ferocious smile.

"That's right. I'm courting death. My parents, my wife, and my four-year-old son all died in the city, leaving me alone. I don't have anything else to ask for on this trip. I just want to kill a few more elves until I stop breathing. Then I'll go see my family."

"Before I left, the new master I'm loyal to told me not to take the initiative to fight, but I can vent my anger and hostility to my heart's content because this is what the elves deserve. He told me that if I die, there will be so many elves like me buried with me. Sharp Ears, tell me, am I afraid of death? Do I really want to die?"

His tone was as vicious as a malicious ghost.

However, even if he hated this and carried such a heavy blood feud, he still adhered to the order.

The elf who grabbed him was silent.

The moment he grabbed the other party, the elf had a rough estimate of this human's level. He had nine ways to instantly kill this weak and detestable human, but the other party's words made him hesitate. Killing him meant that the negotiation would break. He did not know if this was true or false.

However, he definitely did not dare to bet.

He could not even threaten the other party with strength and death and make him feel fear.

This was because this human had clearly lost everything.

How could he be frightened by death?

This was the first time this proud elf from a famous family had encountered such a goal… He was not afraid of death, did not revere it, and could not be killed. Such an enemy made him feel at a loss and did not know how to deal with it.

In the next moment, he saw the other party's mouth move.

Then, his face heated up.

The cavalry leader spat a thick phlegm in the other party's face and smiled evilly.

Only then did the elf realize what had happened.

The sticky liquid attached to his face was slowly falling. The pampered him almost vomited. Immediately, an indescribable humiliation and anger enveloped his heart. In an instant, he could not care less about the Duke's instructions or enduring humiliation.

He raised his left fist and punched the other party's face.

A punch could turn the other party's head into a huge watermelon!

In the next moment, the angry fist stopped in midair. Only the strong wind raised blew against the face of the cavalry leader. Tagris' finger held the elf's left elbow. This powerful attack was actually blocked.

A thin little man actually easily blocked this punch. The huge contrast not only surprised the humans but also made the elves present widen their eyes and reveal disbelief.

Almost at the same time, Elandir's figure appeared on the other side. He reached out and grabbed the elf's neck, throwing him away. Then, he bowed and said in a low voice, "Your Highness, please don't casually use strengthening spells. This will cause a huge burden to your body."

Only then did the elves look enlightened. Tagris also coughed softly a few times. His handsome and weak face became even paler. Then, he smiled bitterly and said, "I'm fine."

With that, Duke Tiling turned around and bowed to the cavalry leader, "I regret what happened to your family. This was not the intention of the royal family, but it has already happened. Apologizing is meaningless."

"My subordinate did something stupid. I apologize on his behalf. Everything here is undoubtedly Prince Kang De's spoils of war. It's natural for him to want to charge. We'll pay a total of 184 copper coins. The price is very cheap. Thank you for his generosity and magnanimity."

He straightened up and looked straight into the other party's eyes. He asked calmly, "Is there any other problem?"

Those green eyes settled with indescribable magic, causing people to involuntarily revere them.

The cavalry leader was speechless for a moment. Although there was still hostility and hatred, for some reason, he felt that he could not spit at this thin and weak gigolo in front of him again.

"If not, please do me a favor. I want to visit His Highness Kang De. Although this is not your mission, please send someone to lead the way. I'll send an envoy to personally submit a visit request to him."

Forty minutes later.

Valentine City.

"Impressive, impressive. This elf is not easy to deal with."

When Kang De heard the report, he walked around the house a few times, "Although we forced him to take the initiative to send an envoy over, this will make us seem petty. Didn't we agree that the elves are all hot-tempered and extremely prideful?"

He looked at Hong San, "Or is this elf different?"

Hong San said seriously, "It's relatively different. Your Highness, this elf is not easy to deal with."

"Tagris, Duke Tiling, the younger brother of the Elven Empress." Kang De stepped onto the chair. "Who the f*ck is he? Do you have any information?"

Hong San replied, "There's information. Of course, there's information about the Elven Empress's brother."

His main mission in the past few days was to use Kang De's prestige and momentum to collect information that was difficult to come into contact with in the past. At this moment, it was a huge bonus. Everyone would agree to a request issued in Kang De's name. However, Kang De had been enjoying himself on Earth. Only Hong San looked at the information.

However, this was what the secretary did.

"Prince Tagris, the younger brother of the Elven Empress, Delilah, the successor of the Phoenix King's bloodline, and the twins of fate. His legendary deeds with his sister are discussed by the Twilight Dynasty and even the entire world. The most widely circulated thing is none other than this pair of equally outstanding siblings who are almost completely opposite… everything."

Hong San drew a pattern in the air with both hands.

"It's like a Yin-Yang fish."

"Delilah is brave and heroic. Tagris is thin and weak. They simply don't look like a pair of siblings. Before Delilah ascended to the throne, she was already famous as a great general and warrior. Tagris's body is too weak and he can only rely on the power of magic to extend his life."

When Kang De heard this, he nodded and said, "Caramon and Raistlin, I understand."

Hong San asked in confusion, "What?"

"The tears of the era." Kang De waved his hand and said, "Don't mind it. Continue."

It was Hong San's good personality to never get to the bottom of it. He nodded and continued, "Tagris clearly doesn't have the talent and body to become a warrior, but he has also achieved something eye-catching in another field. He has become a great mage and the most knowledgeable scholar among the elves."

"He and his sister have always been two sides of the same coin."

"To this day, Delilah has become the Empress famous for her martial arts and is loved by the army. The elves believe that she will lead the Twilight Dynasty to an even more glorious new future. The elf army has also won, conquered, and expanded under the direction of her sword."

"Tagris lives in his white tower and diligently studies magic, pharmaceutics, and botany. He treats the injuries of his subjects and brings a better life to the elves. He presides over and pushes for continuous improvement in the arcane domain of the Twilight Dynasty and encourages the exploration of inventions and uses his academic creation to improve the lives of the people…"

Kang De had been listening. At this moment, he suddenly said, "In other words, the Empress is pro-war and he's pro-peace?"

"Perhaps that's the case, but it might only be a trick of the royal family. If the leader of the peace faction is also a member of the royal family, I'm afraid it'll reassure the Phoenix King family."

Hong San said seriously, "Moreover, Your Highness, I have to remind you that even if it's the elves of the peace faction, they're still elves. Even if it's the peace faction, it's still the peace faction of the elves—you have to understand this."

Kang De smiled. "I understand, I f*cking understand."

Hong San also smiled when he heard this, "Then I'm relieved."

"Relieved about what?"

"Relieved that Your Highness won't be bewitched by the other party's appearance."

"What a joke," Kang De sneered. "Will I be bewitched by an elf who's weak and a gigolo? See if I don't beat him up until he cries, especially from the peace faction. People who're willing to be reasonable can always be bullied until they cry."

Hong San smiled and said, "That's not necessarily true…"

"What's not certain? It's clearly…" At this point, Kang De suddenly revealed a puzzled expression, "Wait, what did you just say about him? He was born thin and weak and could not become a warrior?"

Hong San nodded and said, "Yes."

Kang De frowned and said, "But according to the report, he blocked the fist of an elf with a finger. Is the definition of thin and weak different from ours?"

Hong San replied, "The same, but that Duke Tiling is a powerful spellcaster. It's not difficult to use spells to strengthen himself and block the target. The report also records their conversation."

Kang De looked at the other party. "Can't this elf's identity be fake?"

Hong San's expression was very certain, "It's true. There's no doubt about it."

"Why?"

Hong San replied without hesitation, "Because the envoy who came here to submit a visit request to us is Elandir, the Light of the Dragonheart Grass, the Sage of the watch. Just the number of bardic poems that can be verified recording his deeds alone is more than 700, not counting the far-fetched and fabricated novels and plays…"

"Most importantly, he's my master's friend. I've seen him before."

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