The Last Elf Tribe

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Milo was heartbroken. He had made such a great sacrifice for his people, yet he received no trust in return. From the day he left the Holy Land, the number of people secretly watching him had never dwindled. Although he had requested it all, Nia's layers of vigilance, though he knew it was right, still haunted Milo.
As dusk fell, Milo sat alone on a large rock atop the mountain, his chin resting on his hands, watching the setting sun hang heavily on the horizon with deep resentment.
"To ensure my people's survival, I betrayed myself; to avoid hurting Nina, I distanced myself from her; to prevent that demon from rising again, I set a 'death date' for myself. Nia, I've done so much, why do you look at me like that? Yes, I reminded you to be wary of me, but at the right time, a look of trust would have been kind enough..." As
his people's lives gradually stabilized, and his "death date" drew near, his initial resignation to death began to subtly shift.
Just as he was fretting over this, a voice suddenly rang out from the depths of his heart: "Hey, idiot! Your mission is complete, it's time to give my body back!"
Before he could react, Milo felt everything go black, his consciousness rapidly leaving the real world and re-entering that illusory space of consciousness.
When he regained his senses, Milo was horrified to find that Carlos had broken free of his chains and was standing before him with a cold laugh.
"Carlos... weren't you sealed away by me?"
A piercing laugh filled the entire space of consciousness.
"Sealed away? Can you seal me away? If I hadn't deliberately feigned defeat, how could you, an outsider, have turned the tables and defeated the original self, me!"
Carlos squinted, his hands clasped in front of his chest, looking down at Milo with disdain.
"The fusion methods used by humans and elves in the Dardanelles era are outdated magic! After hundreds of years of continuous improvement, when elves and humans fuse, the consciousness of either can be completely erased as needed."
In the consciousness space, Carlos's body rapidly expanded dozens of times, transforming into a giant tens of meters tall. With a swift movement of his right hand, he grabbed Milo and held him in his palm.
"I deliberately left you here so that you could control this body and lure the elves here. Breaking the promise was just a ploy! Your efforts to save your people have saved me countless troubles. I am truly grateful!"
Milo, held in Carlos's hand, was powerless to resist due to the vast difference in their strength. Only now did he realize that everything he had done was part of Carlos's scheme.
He asked desperately, "What do you want from luring my people here?"
"I'll let you die knowing why! I lured the elves here to carry out the great Human Instrumentality Project! All male elves will be merged and destroyed; as for the female elves, they will become our breeding tools for the next generation of humans! And now that you've completed your mission, you can disappear completely!"
After three triumphant laughs, Carlos Clark clenched his fist and crushed Milo to pieces.
"No..."
Milo, who had only wanted to save his people but had pushed them into hell... Carlos Clark, filled with endless regret and resentment, vanished into nothingness...
A few seconds later, the body that had been sitting motionless stood up. Facing the setting sun, Milo—no, at this moment he should be called Carlos Clark—sprung out a comfortable stretch.
"Hehehe... This is my new body, much stronger than before! Hehehe... It feels so good! Hehehe... Nia Tyranya, mother of my future child, future mother of the new humans, it's your turn now!"
※※※ Inside the newly built wooden house were three people: Nia, the newly appointed priestess Dania, and Siegfried, Nia's most trusted captain of the personal guard. After arriving at their new home, Nia felt her hands were stained with blood and she was no longer suitable to serve as priestess, so she relinquished the position to Dania. Siegfried, on the other hand, was her most trusted friend, and she had always been responsible for secretly monitoring Milo.
The three elven beauties now sat around a table, their faces grim, staring at four lumps of dirt placed on it.
From left to right, the first clump is sandy loess, taken from the plains outside the valley; the second clump is dark gray, containing a lot of gravel, half sand and half stone, taken from the nearby barren mountains; the third clump of soil is black soil from the "Lost Garden" where the elves live, soft and fine, very fertile black soil; the fourth clump of soil was taken from the riverbank, and its texture is very similar to the third clump.
Nia spoke first; although she no longer held a high position, her prestige within the tribe still far surpassed that of her sister, the queen.
"See this soil? The soil in this valley, compared to the outside, compared to the other mountains nearby, is almost excessively good!"
Serbato is called the Lost Land because its land is so barren. Except for the riverbank mudflats, most of the land is extremely infertile. On the nearby mountains, besides weeds, only some extremely resilient low shrubs can survive; finding a large tree is very difficult. However, this valley, known as the Lost Garden, had fertile soil, lush green trees, and verdant mountains and clear waters, a stark contrast to the desolate surroundings. This was precisely the source of Nia's suspicions.
Nia shared her doubts with the other two, alerting them, and the three split up to continue searching for suspicious points. When they gathered again that evening, Nia brought soil collected from different places for them to examine together.
"My suspicion is that the soil in this valley was transported from a river several kilometers away and dumped into the valley to improve its soil quality."
As she stated her judgment, Nia herself felt it was utterly absurd. The valley was so large; transporting soil from elsewhere to cover it would be an enormous undertaking, impossible to complete in less than several years.
The newly appointed priestess, Dania, also made some discoveries, and after hearing Nia's words, her brow furrowed even deeper.
“After your reminder today, I carefully observed the trees in the Lost Garden. The oldest trees here are no more than fifteen years old. But judging from their height, they must be at least forty years old! This is very abnormal, so I used my Silver Moon Eye to examine them carefully, and I found that almost every tree shows signs of severe decline in life.”
“What does this mean?”
“If I’m not mistaken, someone has cast a special spell on the trees, causing them to defy the laws of nature and grow rapidly at the cost of their lifespan! In other words, the trees in this valley are not naturally formed, but were deliberately forced to grow using magic!”
At this moment, a clear fear appeared in Dania’s eyes; she had obviously sensed the danger.
“Following Dania’s instructions, I ordered people to dig three feet into the ground to examine the soil structure. As a result, half a meter underground, I found this…”
Ziegfe also chimed in, opening her right palm, revealing a seashell in her hand.
“Just as Nia guessed, all the soil on the surface of the valley was transported from the river!”
The three women looked at each other, their faces showing fear. It was early winter, and although a fireplace was lit inside, the three women still felt a bone-chilling cold.
Just then, a magical fluctuation came, and Carlos suddenly appeared in the room by teleportation. His hands were behind his back, a smug expression on his face, and a wicked smile.
“That’s right! Everything here is man-made! Ten years ago, this was just a desolate valley. My predecessors and I spent ten years transforming it into the Lost Garden, and this will be your prison!”
With a whoosh, all three women stood up. Just from his wicked and arrogant gaze, they knew this man was definitely not the Milo they knew.
Carlos stopped pretending and confessed, "Let me introduce myself. My name is Carlos Clark! I am not Milo Carl! That foolish parasite, he just disappeared from this world. Please don't mistake me for someone else!"
"Ah!"
The three women in the room were about to resist when they suddenly realized that their magical power had vanished without a trace in an instant, leaving them unable to use any magic.
"How could this be?"
In the moment of their panic, Carlos's right hand flicked out three sealing orbs, striking the three women and sealing their bodies so tightly that they couldn't even move a finger.
Carlos turned around and closed the door.
Nia was the first of the three to calm down. She noticed that Carlos was barefoot, whereas when Milo controlled this body before, he wore shoes.
Nia's expression was immediately noticed by Carlos. He nodded and said, "Walking barefoot is an essential skill for any good magician. I've taught that idiot countless times, but he's still foolish enough to put shoes on his feet."
As he spoke, he walked up to Nia, lowered his head, and gave her a light, fleeting kiss on the lips.
"You are the calmest and most intelligent woman I've ever met! From the first day I met you, your persistence, courage, and wisdom have deeply moved my heart! You are not only qualified to be the mother of my future children, but also qualified to be my wife!"
With that, he pulled Nia into his arms, placing both hands on her chest and grasping her breasts through her clothes.
"As for the two of you, you can be my women too!"
With that, he swept the other two women into his embrace as well.
※※※ The three women stared wide-eyed at Carlos, who stood before them. They were unable to move or make a sound, yet they couldn't understand how they could be poisoned. Nia had been extra cautious to prevent human poisoning, rigorously inspecting food, water, and utensils before consumption.
Outside, chaos reigned; elves collapsed from poisoning, their terrified cries echoing into the room. The three anxious women could do nothing but glare fiercely at Carlos.
Aside from his initial groping of the women, Carlos hadn't made any further advances. After pressing them back into their chairs, he turned his attention to the outside. He placed his index fingers on his temples, casting a detection spell and entering a meditative state. Having "seen" the situation outside, Carlos nodded in satisfaction, opened his eyes, and looked at the three women again.
"You must be eager to know how you were poisoned, right?"
Carlos pulled a yellow flower from his robes and waved it in front of them. The flower looked very ordinary; these kinds of flowers were everywhere in the Lost Garden.
"This flower was cultivated by my predecessors and me over decades, specifically for your elf constitution. It's colorless and odorless, and its name is the Magic Orchid. These things are everywhere in the Lost Garden now. It's the blooming season, and having lived here for so long, you've already inhaled enough pollen. Normally, it won't have any adverse effects on elves, but..." Carlos said,
walking to the corner and picking up a bunch of red flowers from the ground. He waved the bouquet in front of the three.
"If you inhale more of this red Magic Orchid pollen, it will cause you to lose your ability to communicate with the magical elements in nature, making you unable to use magic. However, so many elves outside were poisoned, not because they inhaled the red pollen. Because pollen poison is very difficult to control, I directly soaked the red Magic Orchid pollen into the water source. They just ate, so the effects should be kicking in by
now." Nia was filled with grief and indignation; she hated herself for not seeing through the other party's conspiracy, leading her people to the brink of destruction. Humans spent ten years setting this trap; one can imagine the tragic fate that the elves, once caught in it, would suffer.
Having explained his schemes, Carlos sat beside Nia, put an arm around her shoulder, and pulled her into his arms, kissing her cheek. Nia immediately felt goosebumps rise all over her body.
"Beautiful Princess Nia, my incorrigible junior brother is only deceived by the superficial appearance of things, but I care about something much deeper! You don't need to be afraid. Most of your people will be devoured and assimilated, but you and they are an exception, because I love you!"
He then released some of the seals on Nia's body, restoring her ability to speak.
"You're dreaming!"
She spat on Carlos's face, but he didn't care. A smirk appeared on his lips, revealing the smile that Nia hated so much she gritted her teeth.
“You will agree…”
Carlos’s gaze shifted from Nia to Dania, and he slowly reached out his hand, gently stroking Dania’s delicate face.
“Your beauty and talent are no less than hers. With confidence and my guidance, your achievements will not be inferior to hers!”
To become a priestess, one must be an extremely chaste woman. Dania had never been so disrespected by a man since birth. She was so nervous that every pore on her body stood on end, and tears welled up in her eyes. Falling into the hands of such a demon, she could imagine the terrible humiliation she would suffer.
“As for you…”
Carlos stood up, withdrew his right hand from Dania’s face, moved it to Ziegwert’s chest, and squeezed hard.
“In this land, having great strength is certainly important, but in the long run, being able to nurture excellent offspring is the most important! With breasts this large, you'll surely have plenty of milk in the future; our future children will need a wet nurse!”
Ziegwert's breasts were exceptionally full; even through her leather chainmail, he could feel that they were enormous, too large to be grasped with one hand.
Just as Carlos was enjoying Ziegwert's expression of utter shame and indignation, a loud “thud!”
resounded. The wooden wall behind him suddenly shattered, splintering wood and creating a large, human-shaped hole. The flying splinters and pieces of wood seemed to have eyes, gathering together and striking him hard on the back of the head, instantly making him dizzy. With a
“bang!”
someone forced their way through the wall, and a hairy fist, accompanied by a piercing whistling sound, viciously slammed into his back.
Even in the face of surprise, Carlos reacted swiftly and appropriately. With a quick flick of his left hand, he formed a hand seal, and using the unique technique of the Musou Reincarnation, an invisible air shield rapidly rose behind him.
His fist slammed into the air shield, but the hastily formed shield lacked sufficient energy and shattered with a bang. Despite this initial setback, the remaining 30% of the force still effectively struck Carlos's back, sending him flying and crashing into the opposite wall.
The attacker pressed his advantage, unleashing a second punch as he charged forward, determined to finish off his opponent in one fell swoop. However, just as the fist was about to strike, Carlos used teleportation to escape the wooden hut.
"Boom!"
The missed punch blasted a gaping hole in the opposite wooden wall, and the attacker's black figure swept past the hole like a gust of wind, giving chase. Outside, the sounds of fierce fighting and shouts of insults erupted.
"Disgraceful senior brother, bullying a weak woman, you're becoming more and more pathetic!"
"Useless junior brother, actually attacking from behind, you're becoming more and more capable!"
Queen Nina followed closely behind, her face filled with anxiety. She rushed to the three, carefully examined them, and quickly released the seal Carlos had placed on them.
"Sister, is that person really not Milo?"
Having regained her mobility, Nia heard her younger sister asking such a childish question, her red, tear-filled eyes still hiding a sliver of self-deception. Nia held back for a moment, then finally slapped her across the face.
She yelled at her sister, "What kind of time is this?! You're still thinking about Milo! We're about to be wiped out! The one standing before us is a demon!"
Leaving her stunned sister, Nia rushed outside without a second glance. The situation outside was worse than she had imagined. Here and there, the ground was littered with immobile elves, and most of those who could still move had, like Nia, completely lost the ability to use magic. Magic was the strongest protective weapon for the physically fragile elves, but now it was gone. If someone were to attack now, they wouldn't even be able to escape, let alone resist. Confusion, disorientation, and despair reappeared on their faces.
Meanwhile, in the open space not far away, Carlos and the attacker were locked in fierce combat. Their battle resembled a rematch of Nia's fight against the First Demon General, the only difference being that it wasn't a chase, but a head-on confrontation.
The person who had attacked Carlos earlier, besides possessing a face no less handsome than an elf's, emanated the aura of both a light elf and a leopard-man. Apart from his hands and the pointed ears characteristic of elves, the rest of his body was indistinguishable from a human's.
Nia was truly amazed by Carlos's fight with the person she called her junior brother.
The injured Carlos, his hands empty of his wand, made a sweeping motion with his left hand, immediately unleashing a Vacuum Slash with 700 Gray energy. Simultaneously, with a flick of his middle finger, his right hand fired a freezing arrow of the same energy. Having just finished casting wind and water spells, he clasped his hands together and pushed, unleashing another large fireball; before the fireball even left his palms, he pressed his hands to the ground, releasing an earth-based gravity manipulation spell.
Using the "No Thought Reincarnation" technique, he effortlessly manipulated all spells below level four, without the slightest hesitation. He wielded the unique "No Thought Reincarnation" technique, a signature skill of the Elf Queen Tyranya's lineage, with unparalleled mastery, even leaving Nia in awe. As for the free transformation between wind, fire, water, and earth magic, completely unrestricted by his own attributes, it was nothing short of a miracle to Nia.
"Magic can be used like this? How is this possible?"
Nia was not only dumbfounded but also nearly lost all confidence. She knew that if Carlos's magical prowess was comparable to a stunning beauty, then she could only be described as an ugly old woman.
And the man who fought Carlos displayed a perfect combination of power and magic, equally astonishing.
His left hand was that of an elf, slender and delicate, with translucent skin like carved white jade; while his right hand was incredibly strong, with bulging muscles covered in thick, long black hair, as robust and savage as an orc.
In battle, he constantly used his elven left hand to cast wind manipulation and lightness spells to enhance his speed, sticking to Carlos like glue and forcing him into close combat. His orcish right hand unleashed the orc king Ankara's signature move, the "Beast King Fist." Each strike of his iron fist shattered Carlos's "Air Shield," "Vacuum Slash," and "Air Arrow" with sheer force. When Carlos used disruptive spells like gravity and stagnation, he multitasked, his left hand constantly forming hand seals in the air to cast defensive spells, while his right hand continued to bombard his opponent with astonishing speed and terrifying power.
His strength was inferior to the First Demon General, and his magical prowess was not as great as Carlos's, but he excelled in the balanced development of both strength and magic. Although Kroz's protective shield was a beat slower than Carlos's attack, it still managed to neutralize nearly 60% of its power. Combined with his special magic resistance, Carlos's interference magic was less than 20% effective. While Kroz's left-hand defense was at a disadvantage, his right-hand punches were incredibly powerful, each blow heavier and more ferocious than the last. Vacuum Cut, Air Shield, and Freezing Arrows were all shattered before the Beast King's Fist, turning into dazzling specks of light that scattered in all directions.
"An elf's left hand, an orc's right hand… Is he the perfect warrior Milo spoke of? That Number One? Human-made monsters are truly terrifying!"
After watching only a dozen seconds of combat, Nia felt that everything she had learned was useless. Not only her, but Dania, who was also watching, felt the same way. She sighed softly, "Is it really as Senior Dardania said, that we elves have fallen behind?"
Dania's voice startled Nia awake. She knew the situation was critical and she couldn't waste any more time watching. She forced herself not to watch the duel and issued several orders in quick succession: "The water is poisoned, Nina! Your power hasn't disappeared yet, quickly tell everyone not to eat anything!"
"Ziggwe, there should still be some who haven't been poisoned. Gather those who haven't been poisoned and prepare for battle!"
"Dania, fetch Elder Yoda. He has the most experience; ask him if he can help us detoxify."
The situation was urgent, and Nia disregarded her sister's status as queen, overstepping her authority to issue the orders directly. Just then, Carlos, locked in fierce combat with the perfect warrior, suddenly teleported, abruptly pulling himself fifty paces away, voluntarily abandoning the fight. Using wind manipulation and lightness techniques to escape, he was unstoppable; in the blink of an eye, he had already flown a hundred meters away.
"Nia, my beauty, you remain so calm and composed in such dire straits, so decisive in your command. I'm growing to like you more and more! Wash yourself clean and prepare to be my wife!"
"As for my foolish junior brother, I was injured first, yet you still can't defeat me after fighting for so long! You truly disgrace the title of perfect warrior!"
A triumphant laugh, interspersed with coughs, echoed clearly in Nia's ears from afar, sending a chill down her spine.
"My name is Kroz Miles, I come from the Land of Order in the North. Hearing that the descendants of our predecessor Dardanea were in trouble, I came specifically to..."
Having driven Carlos away, the rescuer received no respect. He was surrounded, met with suspicious glances. Having just been thoroughly outmaneuvered by humans, who would still believe him, a fellow human?
Looking at the hostile and wary eyes around him, Kroz gave a helpless, bitter smile. After his body was restored to human form, his hands returned to normal human form, but his blue left eye and green right eye still made him look strange.
"I know you don't quite believe me, but the situation is urgent, and I don't have much time to explain everything. To put it simply, the human forces in Serbato are divided into two factions: the Land of Order in the north and the Land of Chaos in the south. As the names suggest, their civilizations have developed in two completely opposite ways! Carlos is the leader of the Land of Chaos, and also a traitor and enemy of our Land of Order! Savagery, violence, cruelty, cunning, the survival of the fittest, war, and chaos are the ways of development here! I come from the Land of Order, where the humans, influenced by our predecessor Dardanea, admire the elven way of life; they are your true friends. And myself…"
Kroz paused, sighed, and pointed to his chest, saying, "I am a descendant of our predecessor Dardanea, and I have come here specifically to help my elven friends, following his last instructions!"
Nia didn't speak, staring intently into Kroz's eyes. He had very pure eyes, meeting her gaze frankly.
At this moment, Nia was almost in despair. Carlos's sudden attack clearly indicated he intended to carry out a major conspiracy tonight. The Lost Garden was teeming with poisonous magic orchids; they couldn't stay any longer, and their people had to evacuate. But where could the elves go if they left the Lost Garden?
Even though Nya had saved her life in a critical moment, she remained wary of Kroz.
“I don’t know who you are, nor do I know what the Land of Order and the Land of Chaos are, or what the difference is! I just want to know, what kind of help do you mean by this?”
“If you trust me, then follow me north to the Land of Order! It’s only a day and a half’s journey from here. Once we cross the Marne River and reach the territory of the Land of Order, everything will be safe! Although it’s not paradise, the people there follow the teachings of our predecessors, Dardanelles, and will do everything they can to help you.”
“…”
After pondering for several minutes, Nia nodded, grasping at this last straw, for she had no other choice but to turn back.
※※※“Humans as powerful as my senior brother and I are few and far between in the entire Shrebato region! Apart from those 131 orcs, my senior brother's remaining subordinates are all ordinary humans with average abilities; there are no other experts. If we disregard the poisoning factor, your remaining strength is more than enough to deal with them. But with the Magic Orchid, I advise you to leave as soon as possible.”
The elves are in a very dire situation. Affected by the Magic Orchid pollen, more than three-quarters of the elves are poisoned, completely losing their ability to cast spells, and half of the poisoned have even lost the ability to walk. And this is just the beginning. After living in the Lost Garden for several months, the Magic Orchid pollen has already penetrated into the bodies of every elf. Even if they leave the Lost Garden now, the enemy only needs to continue casting the red Magic Orchid pollen from upwind, and the remaining elves can easily lose their fighting ability as well. The Lost Garden is a semi-enclosed valley with poor air circulation, making it the perfect place to release "poisonous pollen." Leaving early was a wise choice—but only in terms of protection against the poison. On the plains, without magic and forests to rely on, the elves were just as vulnerable and easily defeated. Because of the Magic Orchid, the elves had no hope of resistance other than fleeing.
As for the antidote for the Magic Orchid, Old Judas and Kroz each produced a Dragon Beard Grass. Dragon Beard Grass grows in Dragon Valley and is extremely rare and precious. It can cure most poisons in the world, including the Magic Orchid, but unfortunately, this amount was only enough to cure a dozen or so elves, a drop in the ocean.
After taking the potion made from Dragon Beard Grass, Nia and the others quickly regained their ability to use magic. Nia immediately gave an order: all elves who could still move on their own should immediately abandon the weak and sick who were lying on the ground and evacuate the Lost Garden.
Leaving the Lost Garden, this trap, was expected by everyone, but for the elves to abandon their families and loved ones was more painful than tearing their own flesh from their bones.
"No! We can't abandon our families! I don't want to leave. Even if we die, we'll die together!"
Some emotionally charged young people shouted in protest, drawing the agreement of almost everyone else.
"I also want to live and die with my people! But you must know, we are the last elven tribe. If we are all gone, the elven race will disappear from the earth!"
At this moment, Nia displayed extraordinary leadership and a strong sense of the bigger picture.
“Yes, at this moment, dying with loved ones is far happier than being separated from a loved one, but we can’t be so selfish! We must think about the future of our elven race, about our descendants…”
Nia’s words might not have swayed those who were hot-headed, but they calmed down those who couldn’t move. With their “help,” half of the elves followed Nia away from the Lost Garden to the more mysterious “Land of Order” in the north, while the rest awaited their impending fate in despair.
“Nia, my dear niece, don’t be too sad or blame yourself! You didn’t trust Milo back then, and I forced you to agree to the migration, which resulted in bringing our people to this land of death. It’s all my fault!”
The separation was filled with sorrow and desolation, and Old Judas was one of those who didn’t leave. To prevent the elves from shifting blame and fighting among themselves in the future, before parting, he took full responsibility for all the mistakes and consequences in front of everyone.
Just an hour after the elves left the Lost Garden, Carlos reappeared outside the valley. This time, however, he was no longer alone. Following him were the 131 orc warriors and an army of up to 20,000 humans. The elves, on the other hand, had only a little over a hundred reinforcements who had come with Kroz; they were all young, ordinary humans whose strength was not particularly outstanding.
Only about a thousand elves remained in the valley, all poisoned but unwilling to abandon their families. Looking at this scene, Carlos paused for a moment, but quickly nodded approvingly, muttering with a cold laugh, "A brave man cuts off his own arm, my future heir, you certainly have guts! Unfortunately, the road to the Land of Order is not so easy!"
With a wave of his hand, he sent a group to "receive" the "prisoners" in the valley, while the rest followed him to continue the pursuit of the fleeing elves.
Throughout the pursuit, Carlos sneered inwardly, "Escape? Where can you escape to? The entire Serbato is your graveyard! The Land of Order isn't hell, but it's not heaven either! My innocent and adorable junior brother, his chivalrous help, all his efforts and sacrifices for the elves—it was all part of my plan!"
※※※ Kroz's appearance did not change the tragic fate the elves were about to face. Along the elves' inevitable path, Carlos had nearly a thousand haystacks set ablaze, infused with red magic orchids. Thick smoke billowed across the plains, filled with harmful poison. Except for a dozen or so elves who had drunk dragon's beard grass, the remaining elves lost their ability to cast spells. Elves unable to use magic were even weaker than humans, the weakest intelligent beings on the continent.
Legend has it that when zebras on the grasslands are surrounded by lions and have nowhere to escape, the older zebras in the herd will voluntarily abandon their escape and instead attack the lions, sacrificing themselves to save the majority of the herd. In another round of escape, the elves employed the same method.
Although the captured elves screamed and panicked in fear, under Nia's leadership, these almost defenseless elves, instead of screaming and panicking, launched a desperate attack on the hunters, hoping to sacrifice themselves to allow some of their people to escape.
Against a horde of twenty thousand aggressive hunters, the elves' resistance was utterly insignificant. Only fifteen elves could cast spells; fourteen remained to fight alongside them, and the one who escaped was the priestess Dania.
"Although we are not afraid to die, someone must lead our people after we escape! Dania, my sister's abilities are mediocre, unfit for the task, so I have to trouble you!" Nia
's original intention was for Dania and Ziegwert to go together, but the two women insisted on refusing. Finally, she appealed to their sense of duty and only persuaded Dania.
Kroz also stayed behind to fight alongside Nia.
Nia still didn't quite trust this comrade-in-arms. She asked him, "Your comrades have all left, why did you stay? I don't think Dardanelles's dying words will have much binding force on you unbelievers!"
Kroz replied, "Everyone has their own principles, their own path! Helping you is the path I chose; staying is also my choice! Just like my enmity with my senior brother!"
Nia shook her head with a wry smile, "I don't quite understand what you're saying! But it doesn't matter, because it's no longer necessary..."
Indeed, it was no longer necessary. Carlos's pursuers quickly caught up with the fugitives...
Without magic, the powerless elves became lambs to the slaughter. The first to attack were over three thousand human cavalrymen. Riding swift horses, like a pack of ferocious wolves, they launched the most ferocious attack on the fugitives who had lost their homeland and everything. Whistling sharply, they charged into the fugitives like a whirlwind, cutting the fleeing column in two.
Their objective was to capture elves alive. Each cavalryman carried a huge net, and working in pairs, they would cast the net, catching several elves before dragging them away on the ground. Some, even more skilled riders with superior strength, would simply bend over, grab an elf, and carry it across their horse's back. They were well-trained; after capturing prisoners, they would take them to the rear, abandon their prey, and launch another attack. Each wave of attacks resulted in the capture of over a thousand elves.
The infantry following closely behind the cavalry also caught up. Carlos's men could hardly be called an army in the true sense. Whether so-called "cavalry" or "infantry," they wore only civilian clothing, lacking uniform attire and armor, resembling more of a large band of thieves. Their weapons consisted only of clubs and shields made of rattan and bamboo. To facilitate capturing elves, each soldier carried ropes. They were like a pack of wolves starved for days, their eyes gleaming with bestial savagery, drooling as they frantically preyed on their vulnerable flock.
Fourteen elves, one perfect warrior, faced twenty thousand wolves, and their resistance lasted less than five minutes.
Kroz was called the perfect warrior, but his opponents were one hundred and thirty-one orcs, one hundred and thirty-one fearless fighting machines. Meanwhile, Carlos, now free to fight, focused on Nia and Siegwey. However, the best mage and the most skilled archer among the elves, fighting desperately against Carlos, could only hold out for less than ten seconds.
"How is this possible? Vacuum Slash can curve? The fireball contains the power of ice! The arrows automatically track their targets!"
Disbelief and incredulity were the last thoughts in the two women's minds before their crushing defeat, after which they were stunned by the shockwave emitted by Carlos.
Kroz's situation was even worse. Facing an attack from over a hundred orcs, he barely managed to defeat three. Just as he was trying to escape the siege using guerrilla tactics, Carlos, who had defeated Nia, arrived and ambushed him from behind. An eight-fold gravity spell combined with a immobilization spell rendered him unable to move. A dozen orcs seized the opportunity to swarm him, pinning him to the ground and beating him mercilessly. A terrifying sound of bones shattering echoed from beneath the mountain of orcs… This was a house built of massive stones, its layout somewhat peculiar. Two tall sandalwood cabinets stood side-by-side against the wall, next to a comfortable recliner, along with several exquisite magic crystal lamps placed in wall niches. The simple decorations, while not exactly antique, made it look like a study.
However, the other half of the room was separated by a row of iron bars as thick as an arm. Inside the bars were two chains hanging from the ceiling, a strangely shaped tiger bench, and a large bed.
Clearly, this was a torture chamber, or a prison cell.
Carlos, now in this room that was half study and half torture chamber, leaned back in a comfortable recliner, his hands tucked into his hair, gazing at his three sleeping prey in the cage. His eyes were unusually tired, and his expression was somewhat dazed.
"Son, to succeed, you must make efforts and sacrifices!"
"Carlos, you will soon have a very strong younger brother, pray for your mother!"
"Don't let your brother down, Carlos, you are the best!"
"Junior brother, open your eyes wide and watch, after the fusion is complete, I will become the strongest dragon warrior in the world!"...
Many almost forgotten memories resurfaced in his mind at this moment of mental weakness, and in a daze, he seemed to hear their voices again.
"Well done! You truly are my son, I'm so proud of you!"
"Congratulations! The speed of human evolution has been greatly accelerated because of you!"
"Amazing, little brother! But don't get too proud, this is just the beginning!"
"I knew you could do it! But there's still the Dragon Warrior Project, I believe you can definitely find a way to pluck that pearl!"
Carlos lowered his head, trembling slightly, uttering a low murmur that was both a laugh and a cry.
"Father, Mother, Brother, and my most respected senior brother..."
When he raised his head, tears were streaming down his face.
The three people lying behind the steel fence were his prey: Nia, Dania, and Siegfried, the three most outstanding women of the Elven race were all here, none of them had escaped.
A soft moan came from behind the fence, and the three prey awoke almost simultaneously. The moment the "prey" made a sound, a cold glint flashed in their previously cloudy and chaotic eyes, instantly regaining their original sharpness.
Watching the three prey struggling to their feet, Carlos snorted coldly. He picked up the longbow beside him with his right hand, lightly drew the bowstring with his left, and fired a series of feints at the three women behind the fence.
The strings snapped repeatedly, and soon the room was filled with the women's piercing screams. After firing dozens of shots, he threw down the bow and sneered, "I'll give you one more chance! Seven days! I'll give you seven days! If you can't wield this Moon Gazing Blade like I can in seven days, then one of you will have to fulfill the promise we made during our duel!"
He pulled a book from the bookshelf beside him and tossed it behind the fence. Carlos left the room without another word or looking back. A few seconds later, Nia, recovering from her earlier shock, picked up the book.
"A magical grimoire? Ah, the author is..."
The book was thick and heavy, its surface coated with paraffin wax to prevent moths. Besides the four large characters "Magic grimoire" on the cover, the author's name was clearly signed in the lower right corner: Dardanelles Miles. At this moment, all three women's upper garments were torn, revealing large expanses of their snow-white breasts. Carlos's earlier rapid-fire bowstring had actually been a series of feints, using his magical longbow to shoot air arrows that tore their upper garments apart. These air arrows stopped upon contact with their clothing, tearing their clothes but not harming their flesh in the slightest. His control over magic was simply unbelievable.
The room where Nia and the other two women were imprisoned was actually built within a base dozens of meters underground, constructed on the foundation of a huge underground natural cavern. Leaving the room and passing through a dark passage, Carlos opened a door, revealing
a bright and spacious hall. The hall was densely packed with upright, transparent water tanks, each nearly two meters high and one meter wide. Inside were specially formulated pale green liquids—the Water of Life—from which living beings could directly obtain life energy and breathe autonomously.
These "Life Tanks" were designed by Carlos's parents. Early half-elves or half-orcs, after being "created," had to spend a considerable amount of time in this solution to eliminate the adverse effects of fusion. With the capture of a large number of elves, the "mass production" of half-elves had begun, and these containers filled with the Water of Life were for "defective products."
Most of the Life Tanks were empty; only a few contained half-elves with long ears and blue eyes—human bodies—but these were all newly created "defective products," their bodies all imperfect to some extent.
"Container number 7 is too hot, lower it by one degree!"
"The salinity of container number 14 has increased by 0.1 percent!"
"Subject number 10 has no heartbeat, healer, come quickly, prepare for electric shock!"
These "defective products" were surrounded by busy workers in white coats. After Carlos passed by, they all stopped what they were doing and clapped.
"Congratulations, Lord Clark! Your fusion device design is absolutely perfect! Out of one hundred products, only five are inferior, four are salvageable defects, and the rest are all superior!"
"If it's not 100%, it's not perfect! That thing still needs improvement!"
Leaving behind a single sentence, Carlos continued his stride indifferently past the congratulators, heading towards the central tank. Immersed in the pale green culture medium was a massive monstrous mass of rotten flesh and bone fragments, resembling a giant human brain sprawled on a pile of excrement, with a fist-sized eye embedded in its center. Every few seconds, its "body" would slightly expand and contract, as if breathing, clearly indicating that the monster was alive.
This monster wasn't a true monster, but rather a product of a failed fusion of human and elf. Even worse than inferior products, these "failed products" or "defective products" still had a chance to be saved and improved through the "Life Tank," and even "inferior products" had their uses. But the fate of "failed products," aside from a few preserved for research, was simply humane annihilation.
When Carlos reached it, the eye snapped open, staring intently at Carlos, its fist-sized eye blinking, its gaze filled with complex emotions.
Standing before the monstrous mass, Carlos slowly reached out and gently stroked the surface of the glass container, his hand trembling slightly. After a long while, he softly murmured a single word: "Brother..."
※※※ Inside the "Half-Elf Processing Plant," Carlos coldly stared at the body fusion device not far away. The life tank containing his "brother" had also been moved there; he wanted "him" to witness the birth of a half-elf.
The so-called body fusion device was actually two crystal coffins connected and placed side by side. The surfaces of the coffins were engraved with incredibly complex magic circles, placed flat on a huge hexagonal star-shaped magic circle. The magic circle was activated by six mages, aided by various complex magical tools. The elves and humans, serving as "raw materials," lay separately in the two enormous crystal coffins.
Standing beside the life-giving tank, Carlos murmured to himself, "See that? Brother, this is the body fusion device I designed, named after us brothers: the Carlos-Carlos Fusion Device! The success rate is a whopping 91%, twice that of the old Bart Fusion Device!"
"That red crystal container is called the Carlos Container, prepared for the human who will act as the primary host, while the blue Carlos Container is for the orc-elves who will provide the soul!"
"Look, the raw materials are already in. Just activate that magic circle, and the product will be ready! There are twenty of these generators here; they can produce a thousand half-elves a day!"
"Ugh, what are you trying to remind me of? The consciousness of the elves? Personality conflict and splitting? Don't worry, I've already considered that. During the fusion process, the elf's consciousness, memories, and thoughts will all be erased! The newborn human will retain their own consciousness!"
"Oh, the physical rejection reaction and subsequent collapse after the forced fusion of two different races? Don't worry, brother, I've already figured out a solution to your concerns! The rebirth of the new humans has only just begun; true hope lies in their second generation!"
The fusion began, and the magic circle before them emitted a strange seven-colored glow, while the light within the Karon-Carlos generator was even more dazzling. Horrifying screams emanated from the left Karon container, while the right side emitted a continuous cracking sound of bones breaking.
A few seconds later, the fusion ended, and a large amount of white mist billowed from the opened Karon container. Then, a naked human body jumped out. Apart from the long-eared, blue-eyed elven features, the body was mostly human flesh. This was a half-elf, a new human being fused with both humans and elves!
"Hahaha! This is the power of elves! Level three magic, no, it's level four magic! My power is so strong! Ah, I can use level five magic now, hahaha..."
The newly born half-elf was in a state of extreme excitement, jumping and shouting excitedly, roaring incessantly to celebrate its rebirth. But his hysteria quickly turned to sorrow, and he soon "calmed down."
An invisible hand gripped his throat, lifting his body into the air. His
legs convulsed like a drowning man, and only then did he realize that Carlos, the dark king of the Chaos Lands, was standing not far away, his left hand raised straight out towards him, fingers poised to choke him.
"Carlos... ugh... spare me..."
"If you don't want to die, take the woman you're given and get out of here!" The hand loosened
its grip, and the half-elf, who had almost succumbed to despair, fell to the ground. He didn't dare utter a word and scrambled away from the scene. Beside the opened "Carlos" generator, several workers were busy cleaning up the flesh and bone fragments inside. During the process of creating the half-elf's body and fusing with it, the human, as the primary entity, gained new life and strength, while the elf, acting as the secondary entity, died instantly after having all his essence and soul taken from him.
Creating new species—this was the prerogative of the gods! What humans were doing now was desecrating this inviolable divine domain.
Watching all this, the enormous eye blinked incessantly, as if trying to express something.
"Are you satisfied with my methods, brother? You don't need to worry, even if these bastards get stronger, they're still under my control!"
While smiling at his "brother," Carlos's left hand slowly absorbed the surrounding water elements, gradually condensing the power of ice.
The eye blinked again, a look of satisfaction in its gaze. After quietly observing Carlos for a few moments, the light in its eyes gradually dimmed…
"See? Brother, your dream has come true! Now… you can go in peace!"
A palm slammed against the glass wall, the absolute zero temperature instantly freezing everything within the life tank, extinguishing the life clinging to life within the container.
"Farewell, brother!"
A tear fell sadly, turning into an ice crystal and landing on the ground.
Seven days later…
in that room that combined the functions of a prison cell and a study…
the beautiful archer screamed, desperately twisting her body, trying to escape the omnipresent invasion of the demonic hands on her body. Before her, Nia and Dania, bound like dumplings with ropes, glared with hatred at the evil man behind her. If their mouths weren't stuffed with gags, they would surely be shouting curses without a care for decorum.
Neither Nia, with her unique Reincarnation technique, nor Dania, with her Silver Moon Eyes, could learn to manipulate air arrows as freely as Carlos in seven days.
So Carlos demanded one of them fulfill his promise—to bear him a child. Captain Siegfried became the first victim.
"Beast, let me go! No!"
The elven beauty, hoisted into the air, had her hands shackled by two chains, only her right toes barely touching the ground, while her left knee was suspended in mid-air by a leather strap, posing in a particularly lewd position. Her clothes had already been torn to shreds by Carlos and thrown at her feet. Standing behind her, Carlos breathed softly into her ear, saying, "Don't worry, you won't hurt your reproductive vessel! I'll be very gentle!"
Although a mage, Carlos possessed a muscular physique. Adhering to the belief that "a strong body produces strong offspring," he hadn't neglected his physical training. Nia noticed two faint red scars on his back, one on each side, not very noticeable, but located in the most vulnerable and vital areas of the body.
"You demon, I'll kill you!"
Poor Siegfried was now covered in tears, but no matter how much she struggled and cried for help, it was to no avail. Of the three women, her figure was the most perfect, with large, round breasts proudly erect on her chest. Unfortunately, these breasts were now being ravaged by a pair of demonic hands.
"Are all elves like this with such large breasts? You're practically a dairy cow!"
With the delicious treat right before him, Carlos patiently savored it, showing no haste. Compared to humans, elves' bodies were far too delicate and fragile; forceful and rough penetration would cause serious harm, something Carlos, who considered childbirth paramount, absolutely could not tolerate. As her
tender nipples were touched, Siegfried felt as if she had been electrocuted, letting out a long moan. Carlos grasped her breasts, his fingers pinching and vigorously rubbing and flicking the two cherry-red nipples. Within seconds, the small, soft nipples swelled and became erect.
Carlos's hands moved downwards, touching the lush, grassy valley. His fingers gently teased the pale green pubic hair. Siegfried, horrified by this lewd act, discovered that his hands and tongue possessed a terrifying, seductive magic. Whether caressing, rubbing, or licking, wherever they touched, a burning sensation immediately arose, accompanied by an irresistible, tingling pleasure.
Carlos's fingers repeatedly probed inside and outside the valley. Zigvie felt as if thousands of insects were crawling across her lower body, an unbearable itch and emptiness, a desperate urge to pound something hard into her. Within seconds, glistening nectar seeped from between her legs.
A hard, enormous object was already pressed against the entrance to her beautiful garden, swaying and thrusting deeper. Sensing the impending horror, Zigvie screamed in terror.
"You devil, what have you done to my body!"
Carlos didn't answer her, but raised his right hand and waved it in front of her, his four fingers, pressed together, covered in nectar.
"Look for yourself!"
His wet right hand formed a hand seal, and instantly a cold mirror appeared before her. Through this mirror, Zigvie saw her lower body being violated by a massive object as thick as a child's arm. The object was red and swollen, covered with grotesque veins, utterly terrifying.
"No, no!"
Looking at the venomous "monster," Ziegfey, who was almost driven to the brink of despair by his teasing, suddenly snapped back to reality. She used her last strength to violently shake her body, but this futile resistance only increased his pleasure in the rape.
"It's time. Enjoy the moment your virginity is broken! You'll soon understand what it means to be in ecstasy!"
Carlos lifted Ziegfey's trembling left leg with his left arm, thrusting his hips upwards. His massive penis, accompanied by Ziegfey's screams, accurately pierced through her small, delicate passage and invaded her body!
"Ouch! Stop...!"
The thin hymen was utterly unable to withstand such a fierce attack. Carlos shattered this seemingly insignificant barrier in one breath, inserting his penis halfway in. He paused, then thrust his hips again, his penis pounding forward until it reached the very root. The sensitive glans pressed against her tender clitoris, sinking deep inside.
"No!"
Ziegwert screamed in agony. She felt as if she were being forcibly stretched open, her lower body filled with venomous snakes, the opening of her vagina feeling as if it were being ripped open. The violent blow landed heavily on the most delicate part of the busty elven beauty's body, causing her to shudder violently as if struck by lightning. Her snow-white body, suspended in mid-air, trembled uncontrollably.
She knew that her virginity had been ruthlessly and brutally taken from her, taken by this evil, filthy human before her! As red "tears of blood" flowed from her lower body due to the loss of her virginity, her face was also covered in tears.
"There is no woman in this world that I cannot conquer!"
Carlos snorted excitedly. Seeing their friend brutally raped, Nia and Dania's eyes almost spit fire. If they hadn't been bound and unable to move, they would have pounced on him and bitten him to pieces with their teeth.
"Don't rush, woman!"
Carlos grabbed Ziegwert's thighs, forcibly spreading them apart to expose her to Nia and Dania, allowing them a clear view of Ziegwert's loss of virginity.
"See? This is what a virgin's first time looks like. Hehe, I'll test you again in three months! If you can't beat me, then spread your legs and wait to be fucked!"
Carlos chuckled wickedly, looking at their tightly pressed genitals, and thrust his penis in with a powerful, forceful motion, plunging it all the way in once more! This time he used even more force, and Ziegwert's body writhed in agony in the air, the intense pain feeling as if it were tearing her in two.
"Ah! Ah! No…"
the suspended elven beauty screamed, her whole body trembling violently, her long, flowing green hair flying wildly like willow branches in a storm. The cell was soon filled with the cries, wails, and sobs of the deflowered girl.
“Don’t worry, it will hurt a little at first, but you’ll feel comfortable soon! I don’t want to hurt my reproductive vessel!”
Carlos’s hands gripped and kneaded Ziegwer’s soft, elastic breasts. Elven skin was more delicate and tender than human skin, and her flawless skin quickly turned pink under his caresses. The massive member inside Ziegwer temporarily stopped its rampage, instead skillfully rubbing against her clitoris.
Carlos Clark had complete confidence in his sexual prowess and skills; even women without erections had been brought to moan uncontrollably in bed! Carlos’s true target was the elven princess Nia. Tyranya, the Golden Reaper who had struck fear into the hearts of countless demons, possessed an incredibly strong will and an incomparably noble bloodline. Especially her unique technique, the Musou Reincarnation, considered the strongest in the world, held immense appeal for him.
“I need this woman! I need not only her womb and her bloodline, but also her mind! She will be the one to inherit my will! Brother, what you can do, I can do too!”
While fucking Ziegwerk, Carlos was already plotting how to conquer the next woman. His right hand gripped Ziegwerk's breast, his fingers pinching, flicking, twisting, and teasing the nipple, his tongue constantly swirling and sucking on the sensitive, reddened nipple, while his left hand cast healing magic on her injured genitals.
Sweat beaded on his forehead; first the pain subsided, then a barely perceptible pleasure emerged, gradually growing from a stream into a tributary, and then into a mighty river. Of course, by the time Ziegwerk realized she was being raped by this wicked human and began to moan, the physical pleasure had already transformed into a surging, overwhelming wave.
"No! You devil, get out!"
Ziegwert had never hated herself as much as she did now. The thought of being raped in front of her best friend by the most despicable guy, and being brought to multiple orgasms by him, made her want to smash her head against the wall and kill herself. But the unforgettable feeling was something she couldn't resist. After forcibly clenching her teeth and enduring it for a few seconds, she finally couldn't help but moan loudly.
"Feeling good? Feeling good? If you want to moan, then moan loudly!"
Carlos's amazingly large penis no longer rotated and ground, but instead began to thrust fiercely. The tender, juicy, and tight secret passage of the virgin was unforgettable. At this moment, Ziegwert's body had completely lost all its defenses. The painful moans had been unconsciously replaced by chaotic and pleasurable groans. She lay limply against Carlos, her body swaying up and down with his thrusting movements. Low moans began to come from her nose, and thick, sticky vaginal fluid flowed down her thighs, wetting a small patch of the ground where her right leg was standing.
As Carlos relentlessly fucked Siegfried, listening to her suppressed yet increasingly frequent and piercing moans, his confidence grew. Over the years, he had conquered as many women as he had solved magical puzzles. When her shackles were finally untied, Siegfried didn't resist; instead, she proactively reached out and hooked her arms around his neck, twisting her hips in search of further comfort. She moaned, cried out, and sweated with his movements, forgetting the fact that she was being raped, and forgetting that her rapist was the demon who had destroyed the elven race.
Carlos shoved the moaning Ziegwert onto Nia and the other woman, then pressed down on her back, thrusting wildly. His ejaculation spurted out a thick, warm stream of semen, which flowed rapidly into Ziegwert's pure womb.
Letting out a long sigh, he straightened up, satisfied. Carlos's eyes met Nia's hateful gaze; her face was pale with rage.
Withdrawing his penis from Ziegwert, who was still savoring her orgasm, Carlos casually tossed her onto the bed, then untied the ropes binding the two women, opened the cell door, and left without looking back.
[The End]

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