Outrageous! I started as the Elf King!

Chapter 95 The Dark Elves Don't Need That Kind of Thing! Send the order: The army enters the city! (First Update)

It is located more than 100 kilometers away from the ruins of the ancient city of elves.

There is a very large swamp lake.

The lake is surrounded by densely packed buildings, as well as numerous fortresses and arrow towers. This is the Lizardman Kingdom, inhabited by countless Lizardmen.

As for the capital of the Lizardman Kingdom, it is located in the center of the lake.

There is a small island, and on the island stands a city built of gray earth.

The island is surrounded by eight huge arched bridges.

The arched bridge spans the lake, connecting the city with the surrounding buildings.

The lizardmen in the city clearly lived a higher quality of life; some even wore exquisite robes. These lizardmen were mostly nobles of the kingdom.

The class system pervades all races and peoples of the Dark Continent.

The ruler controls the entire ethnic group.

The nobles under their jurisdiction are of a higher rank than ordinary people.

Next were the common people, and lastly the slaves.

Even the lizardmen, a race of lower intelligence, adopted this system.

……

At this very moment, in the royal palace in the center of the city, the old king of the Lizardman Kingdom was lying on a luxurious bed, while several mages were casting life magic on him.

The old king's life was nearing its end.

Only life magic could barely keep him alive.

But this is only a temporary measure.

To truly extend one's lifespan, only a wondrous object containing the very essence of life elements can achieve this, such as the life-giving holy water of the elves.

"Contact the Crown Prince and inquire whether the army has arrived at the ancient elven city..."

The old king said, panting heavily.

However, after a long time, he found that no one responded to him.

At the same time, he also smelled a faint scent of blood.

His expression changed slightly, and he barely managed to lift his head to check the situation inside the room.

The magicians remained standing, but they were lifeless, and a thin line of blood appeared on the neck of each of them.

In addition, there was another figure in the room.

A figure wearing black leather armor and shorts, revealing two long, snow-white legs.

"Who are you?"

The old king did not cry for help.

Instead, he remained remarkably calm and asked in a low voice.

He sensed an extremely dense and pure aura of darkness emanating from this figure.

The figure spoke in a cold voice, "Who I am is unimportant; what matters is that someone is willing to pay to have you killed!"

The old king's dim pupils suddenly contracted.

Soon, he seemed to have thought of something, his expression turned ferocious, and a hint of anger appeared in his eyes.

Finally, he said with a self-deprecating tone, "That patricide, I underestimated him."

The old king instantly guessed who was the one who wanted to kill him.

Apart from his eldest son, on whom he had placed great hopes, there was no one else.

This son of a man has long been looking forward to ascending the throne.

How could they just stand by and watch him receive the Holy Water of Life and live another life?

The old king chuckled coldly and said, "In the end, you were still a bit too hasty. How could the legendary Tree of Life be so easily grasped? If it were me, I would wait until the war was over before taking this step."

The figure said, "In fact, your son did tell me to wait for his news, but I can't wait any longer."

Upon hearing this...

The old king seemed to nod in satisfaction.

He then struggled to sit up in bed and said, "How much did that beast pay you?"

The figure said calmly, "One hundred thousand magic cores."

The old king said, "I'll give you 150,000, at least 30% of which are high-level magic cores. Go to the ancient elven city and, after the war is over, slaughter that beast for me!"

The figure said, "This is against the rules."

The old king sneered and said, "Add another fifty thousand!"

The figure said, "It must be settled now!"

The old king was not surprised by this result.

The assassin hadn't made a move against him, clearly intending to get him to name his price.

The old king said, "How can I trust that you won't run away with the magic core?"

The figure said, "Then consider these two hundred thousand magic cores as a way to buy your life!"

The old king, upon hearing this, found it reasonable, but then couldn't help but retort sarcastically, "Aren't you dark elf assassins supposed to be the most rule-abiding?"

The figure said in a cold voice, "Special circumstances require special handling."

The old king said, "So it seems you're also eyeing the Tree of Life. But that's understandable, since you dark elves were also born from the Tree of Life."

The figure remained silent, clearly acquiescing.

A moment later, the sound of hurried footsteps and heavy objects falling to the ground could be heard outside the door.

The old king said, "Two hundred thousand magic cores are outside the palace; you may go and retrieve them yourself! If you obtain the Holy Water of Life in the ruins, I will purchase it at a price far exceeding that of the Chaotic Plains."

We'll see when the time comes.

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure vanished into thin air.

The old lizardman king lay back down on the bed.

Not long after, maids from the kingdom came in to remove the corpse and clean the room.

Then a group of life mages entered, continuing to keep the old king barely clinging to life.

Everything seemed as if nothing had happened.

The only change was that the old king's will to survive became even stronger.

If his eldest son hadn't died in the ruins of the ancient elven city, he would have done it himself. That bastard who murdered his king and father was unworthy of sitting on his throne.

the other side.

They returned laden with their spoils and left the Lizardman Kingdom without a sound.

She sped across the vast swampy plains.

The strong wind blew up the black hood on her head, revealing a pair of dark red eyes and vaguely visible pointed ears.

Just as the old lizard king said.

She was a dark elf assassin.

I came to the Forgotten Swamp for two reasons: to cultivate myself and to earn some money.

The struggle for the throne in the Lizardman Kingdom had nothing to do with her; she only cared about who offered the higher price. The eldest prince offered 100,000 to kill his old father, while the old king offered 200,000 to buy his own life; naturally, she chose the latter.

As for whether this unethical behavior will get out...

Even if word gets out, will it affect the reputation of the Dark Elf race?

She cared even less. Dark elves, in particular, had absolutely no reputation to speak of.

"The war over the ruins should be breaking out soon."

"I wonder if those nature elves have the strength to stop the Lizardman Kingdom's million-strong army... I think it's impossible, unless the Tree of Life behind them has Saint-level combat power."

The fact that the Tree of Life of the Elven race can transform into a battle treant is not just a legend.

Their Tree of Life possesses such power.

The figure moved extremely fast.

It looked like a black aurora.

She needed to get to the ruins of the ancient elven city as soon as possible.

If given the chance, she would snatch the Tree of Life from the lizardmen and bring it back to the kingdom to give to their queen.

The Dark Elf Queen possesses the method to transform the Tree of Life of the Nature Elves into a Dark-attribute Tree of Life capable of nurturing them, the Dark Elves.

For many years~

This wasn't the first time they'd done something like this.

It can be said that they were very familiar with the process.

……

The ruins of the ancient city of elves.

The Lizardman Kingdom's million-strong army is at the city gates.

Vast and boundless.

It stretches as far as the eye can see.

Most importantly, the Lizardman Kingdom's army was incredibly imposing, far surpassing the million-strong undead army that the elves had previously wiped out.

"Your Highness!"

A figure flew in from a distance.

He was a powerful lizardman at an extraordinary level. He said to the lizardman prince standing on the head of the giant octopus, "The information is wrong. There should be sixty or seventy thousand nature spirits in the city, including quite a few flower spirits."

"So many nature spirits?"

The lizard prince was somewhat surprised.

It's truly unbelievable that so many nature spirits have emerged from a long-forgotten, abandoned place.

However, he didn't think much of it and said, "No wonder they dared to kill my people and provoke my lizardman kingdom."

The lizardman warrior said, "Your Highness, I sense a conspiracy. The nature spirits within the city have not only failed to defend the walls, but have instead gathered in an open area far from them."

"This is clearly an attempt to lure us into the city."

"Furthermore, I noticed from afar that the vast majority of those nature elves are archers, which may explain why they are gathering in open areas."

An open area is more convenient for archers to attack.

"Something definitely looks strange!"

The lizardman prince nodded and said, "If I were the commander of that elven army, I would definitely order them to defend the city walls. After all, the view outside the city is much wider, which is more conducive to the elven archers using their strengths."

"Therefore, there must be some trickery involved!"

"But it doesn't matter..."

"In the face of absolute strength, any conspiracy or trickery is nothing but a pile of clay chickens and earthenware dogs."

The lizardman prince gave a mocking laugh, then said, "Send the order: the army is to enter the city!"

"Yes, Your Highness!"

The powerful lizardman immediately relayed the order.

Soon, the army of the Lizardman Kingdom surged into the ruins through the four nearest city gates like a flood.

It was called a city gate, but it didn't even have a gate.

They are just a series of huge passages.

When repairing the city walls, the elven mages didn't bother with building any city gates. In fact, they made the passageways in the city walls extra wide to facilitate the rapid entry of the lizardman kingdom's army.

The lizard prince also sensed something was amiss.

But they couldn't understand why the elves would do that.

Are they planning to trap him and annihilate his entire kingdom's army?

Are you kidding me!

They are just a few tens of thousands of natural spirits.

He has a million-strong army!

The soldiers in the army were not only well-equipped, but there were also many king-level and even extraordinary experts among them. He was absolutely confident of winning this war.

He was not afraid of any schemes or tricks those elves might have.

Despite his confidence, the lizardman prince dared not be careless. He ordered all the extraordinary warriors in his army to climb the city walls to prevent the elves from launching a breakthrough attack while his army was entering the city.

At that time, his army might fall into chaos.

However, it turned out he was overthinking it.

This did not happen.

Even after the million-strong army of the Lizardman Kingdom had entered the city, no elves came to launch a sneak attack.

According to the continuous stream of messages coming back...

The elves remained gathered in the open area within the city, making no unusual moves, as if they were completely unaware that his kingdom's army had already entered the city.

"Whatever those nature spirits are up to, just charge in!"

……

On the majestic city walls.

Huge war drums were set up.

Strong, lizardmen beat war drums, producing a series of exhilarating sounds that could get people's blood pumping.

The million-strong army of the Lizardman kingdom suddenly went berserk.

Whether it was the lizardmen or the magical beasts and war pets in the army, they all roared and howled, like crazed, demonic creatures, as they charged toward the open area.

Soon, they arrived at their destination.

Look around.

The ground was covered with stark white skeletons.

This is the western battlefield where the elves annihilated an army of millions of undead.

Same battlefield, different enemies...

Only two days have passed.

"kill!!"

The roar echoed throughout the ruins.

In an instant, the million-strong army of the Lizardman Kingdom surged toward the Elf army like a tsunami.

Their formation was the same as the previous undead army.

The middle is concave, and the two wings extend rapidly.

Their plan was also to surround and devour the elven army.

(End of this chapter)