Chapter 492 The Three Goddesses' Humiliating Defeat
In the early morning, soft sunlight shone through the tent, illuminating 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 deceased..."
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 flashing headlights came into view, and Loen helplessly rubbed his forehead and closed his eyes:
"Put on your clothes first."
"oh."
The dark elf girl nodded obediently and put on her clothes that were scattered around her.
When the rustling sound stopped, Loen opened his eyes, looked at the dark elf girl in front of him, and spoke uncertainly:
"Eilistraee?"
The dark elf girl nodded again and asked:
"So, you've met my [mother]? Does she still hate me so much?"
Lorne was a little surprised.
When the personality of [daughter] Eilistraee emerged, [mother] Rose was a taboo word to her. The mere mention of it would almost make her sanity collapse.
Unexpectedly, after Miss Belle's treatment, 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 had been silent for a long time, Iristri's bright expression gradually dimmed, and she sighed softly:
"She still won't let me go..."
Lorne vaguely sensed a secret in Iristri's words, and asked curiously:
"What do you mean?"
It seemed as if Iristri was also aroused by the desire to talk, and she told the story of her mother Rose's past.
She is the first elf born from the ancestor Ymir. She is gentle and innocent, and has the greatest kindness towards everything around her.
At that time, the elves did not distinguish between light and darkness, and they were all one family. The difference in skin color and birthplace did not prevent them from hunting, gathering, distributing, and singing together.
With her outstanding leadership and creativity, Rose perfected the elven culture of sacrifice, dance, music, hunting, etc., and can be said to be the founder of civilization of the entire elven community.
Because of her transcendent status and contributions in various aspects, she is respected by the elves as the "Mistress" and becomes the ruler of the Elf Kingdom in a sense.
But as time went on, some discordant voices gradually spread among the ethnic group.
Light elves are born from the sunny side of the body of the ancestor Ymir, and are noble and holy; dark elves are born from the dark side of the body of the ancestor Ymir, and are lowly and dirty;
The light elves have the right to the sunlit earth, while the dark elves are only fit to stay in the dark pits.
Darkness existed before light. 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 and simply thought that everyone was just arguing as usual.
Therefore, she has goodwill towards all elves and tries hard to persuade all parties, believing that these minor conflicts will dissipate over time.
But in the end, differences create divisions, divisions create confusion, and confusion creates fighting…
Countless light elves and dark elves took up weapons and started a frantic fight 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 people died, and the helmets left behind could have piled up into a small mountain...
This bloody battle came to an end only when the Aesir intervened and defined the living areas of the light elves and dark elves.
And from then on, Rose went crazy.
She believed that it was her indecision and kindness that killed her compatriots.
The essence of the Nordic world is blood and fire.
Only the strong can survive, the weak are only worthy of becoming slaves controlled by fate.
Fear is a tool more powerful than steel. Love and respect are weak and useless burdens.
In order to prevent the kindness in her heart from becoming her weakness, she cut off her former self.
Thus, 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, fighting each other and eliminating the weak. She was keen to see conspiracy and betrayal, and went completely from one extreme to another...
After listening to this, Lorne looked at Iristri dimly:
"So, you are that self?"
Iristrea nodded and sighed deeply:
"My 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, a past she was unwilling to face.
As beings of the same origin, no one knew better than her that while Rose was terrorizing the dark elves and hunting the light elves, she was also torturing herself in the process.
Loen also agreed with Iristri's opinion.
As he taught Ciri, there was nothing wrong with being kind.
But if you want your kindness to bring good results, you need to always keep your eyes open and hold the knife carefully.
Rose blamed herself for the split between the dark elves and the light elves and carried out self-discipline, which was indeed a bit too much.
What concerned Loen even more was how those rumors that elevated the light elves and belittled the dark elves were first spread?
Since darkness existed before light, and Rose, the [Matron], was also a dark elf, the strength of the dark elves in the elven kingdom was obviously much stronger than that of the light elves.
This situation promotes the theory that light elves are born noble, and the purpose is probably not simple.
——Using the weak to control the strong is the beginning of disaster!
If all this is not a coincidence, then many things that happened in the Elf Kingdom become intriguing.
Loen looked up at the sky, his deep eyes flickering faintly.
At this time, Iristrae calmed down a little and made a sincere request to Lorne:
"If you can, please help her."
Luo En frowned: "How can I help?"
"Kill her!" Eilistraee said solemnly and sincerely, "Let her be free from this pain."
Hearing this, Lorne suddenly felt a headache.
Do the mother and daughter have such a good relationship?
Each one wants to kill the other more than the other.
Besides, 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, Luo En politely declined:
"You should discuss this matter among yourselves. I'm afraid I can't intervene."
“No need to really do it.”
Ilistri took Lorne's right hand, pressed it against her heart, 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 surely melt away the darkness!"
Hearing Iristri's request, Lorne was a little amused.
Eilistraee guessed wrong about one thing: 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 fire and set the world on fire.
So, this is not a drama about light persuading darkness, but a story about the little witch finding the organization.
I am not good at using love to influence people, but I am better at making people fall into evil. Do you want to try?
Seeing that Lorne had not responded yet, Iristria mistakenly thought that Lorne was not willing to give his [Care], so she made up her mind and chose to take the initiative:
"If you don't know much about this, I can teach you."
As she spoke, Iristria climbed onto the bed on all fours, closed her eyes, pursed her cherry lips and moved closer, acting like an old hand teaching a novice how to be intimate.
Everything has a price.
If I could free my mother from the darkness by sacrificing some of my looks, it wouldn't be a bad thing.
But looking at Iristria's slightly trembling eyelashes and her throat that frequently made swallowing movements, Lorne was even more amused and helpless.
Little sister, I can teach you almost everything about this.
Fortunately, before Eilistraee could make a move, 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 looked embarrassed:
"Sorry, we came at the wrong time."
"No, you came at the right time!"
Luo En called for help as if he had seen a savior.
"Quick, take her away!"
Galadriel and Ciri breathed a sigh of relief and did as they were told subconsciously.
However, as soon as she pulled Eilistraee up, the dark elf girl couldn't help but frown, with a look of pain on her face:
"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..."
With the blame falling on his head, Loen was in tears.
Although Rose tried very hard to smoke last night, he still resisted.
So the crazy woman had to whip herself and abuse her back and buttocks mercilessly in order 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-abuse.
So, he is truly innocent, a typical moral role model who can remain calm in the face of temptation.
But it's strange.
When he was in Greece, he had affairs every day, and everyone thought he was a serious person.
As a result, when he arrived in Northern Europe, he was branded as a promiscuous and perverted person because he kept himself clean.
Perhaps this is the hidden price of lies.
Since he had promised to keep it a secret for Rose, Lorne couldn't explain too much and could only cast a healing spell to speed up the healing of the wounds on Iristria's back and buttocks.
Fortunately, Galadriel and Ciri did not dwell on this issue too much. They just carried Eilistraee away quickly after her injuries had healed.
The speed was as if escaping from a devil's cave.
Forget it, the innocent will be cleared.
While comforting himself, Loen packed up his tent and belongings and prepared to set off.
After a day of rapid travel, the caravan officially entered the northern border.
This place is not far from the Dwarf King, and it is probably only two or three days away.
As it got darker, everyone stopped at an open area at the foot of the mountain to rest.
As the leader, Gandalf engraved the magic circle as usual, arranged the light and dark sentries, and asked the caravan members to make a 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 of the team:
"Would you like to play a few rounds?"
By the light of the fire, Loen saw images of Aesir gods, Vanir warriors, giants, elves and other creatures engraved on the wood pieces, as well as symbols of floating warships, the Spear of Eternity, and Said witchcraft.
"Wooden signs? Old man, I didn't expect you like to play this!"
Ciri on the side rubbed her hands and came forward excitedly.
"After such a long journey, I feel tired and bored. I have to find some fun for myself."
As Gandalf spoke, he skillfully shuffled, cut and dealt the cards, and started to compete with Ciri, who was obviously a similar player.
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 factions: the glorious and proud Asgard faction, the dirty and brutal Giant faction, the resourceful Warner Wonderland, or the accumulating Midgard faction, etc.
Each camp has a different way of playing, and you can make different combinations based on the cards in your hand and set different tactical strategies.
Because it is popular and educational, and is based on legends and reality, this entertainment game quickly became popular, especially among the upper-class aristocrats in human society, and gradually acquired certain social attributes.
Old Gandalf and Ciri, one is a semi-retired member of the ancient Norwegian royal family and the other is a princess of Cintra. Naturally, they play cards a lot on weekdays, and their level and skills are remarkable.
Therefore, the two well-matched chess players fought fiercely on the wooden block.
Soon, this novel game attracted the attention of Galadriel, Rose, and Bellandri.
Seeing that the two were interested, old Gandalf, who was very willing to share, immediately gave up his seat and taught them all the card-playing skills he had accumulated.
Among the three women, two are genuine goddesses, and one is the future elf queen who is famous for her wisdom, and she can barely be included in the ranks of goddesses.
Therefore, they learned quickly, and after just a few rounds they were familiar with the rules of this wooden card game and could easily get started.
With the experience taught by old Gandalf, the three of them quickly mastered the skills and gradually surpassed Ciri.
Seeing that he was losing more and more times, Ciri was a little overwhelmed:
"No more playing, no more playing. Just fight the three of you."
Seeing that a seat was vacant, Belldandy's eyes flashed, and he looked at Lorne beside him with a smile:
"How about you try it too?"
"I've never played it." Lorne declined politely.
"It's okay, we can teach you, it's easy to learn!" replied Galadriel.
"But..." Lorne hesitated.
But before he could finish his words, Rose pushed Lorne to his seat without saying anything: "We are short of one person, and you are the only one missing!"
As Luo En officially sat down, the three women's eyes flickered at the same time:
“Just playing cards doesn’t seem interesting.”
"Add some spice to it?"
"The winner can make a request to the loser?"
Hearing the three people's proposal, Luo En sincerely advised:
"Just have fun, don't gamble..."
"It's settled!"
The three of them hit it off immediately and tacitly drowned out what Loen wanted to say.
In the end, the minority obeyed the majority and the bet was made.
Seeing that the matter was settled, Loen raised his hands helplessly:
"Well, I'm a novice, so you have to be lenient with me."
The three people who achieved their goal nodded repeatedly, their eyes filled with excitement that was beyond words.
Let you? Not exist! Wait till you lose and cry!
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An hour later.
Rose was as mournful as if she had lost her parents, and Galadriel's eyes were empty.
Belldandy was about to cry:
"Don't you know how to play?"
"Yeah, I just learned it."
Lorne blinked and answered truthfully.
"You just learned it and you beat us seven games in a row?" Bellandi was a little crazy, and the hand holding the cards was shaking slightly.
"Maybe, I'm just more talented." Loen said sincerely.
Before this, he had never come into contact with this card game, but he was very proficient in a card game called "Gwent".
The mechanisms of the two are extremely similar, and many formulas and strategies can be applied.
Moreover, his grandmaster Hecate, the goddess representing "chance" and "games", often used various small games to increase his strength.
Therefore, Lorne is a master of the game in every sense.
If you gamble with him, once you sit down at the table, you must be prepared to be stripped naked.
I've told you guys that gambling harms people, but you guys won't listen...
Luo En sighed, with a playful smile hidden in his eyes and a helpless expression on his face:
"Cheng Hui, each of us has seven requests. Who will settle the bill first?"
(End of this chapter)
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