Nordic: I Created a Forbidden Land for the Gods

"Are you new here?"

A layered, rough voice, tinged with madness, emanated from the imposing and awe-inspiring figure.

Although the port is not like the forest, it is also blessed with the same runes. Under the "concealment" effect, it has a feeling of being shrouded in mist, making it look quite mysterious.

But if we set aside this veil, the dark elves, using their bloodline power to break through the concealment, would be able to discover this so-called hybrid giant shadow...

It's really just a shadow.

The feeling of madness is layered on top, covered by a single attribute aura. After all, it is a rune extracted from a hybrid species, so it is very normal for people to mistake it for something else.

But apart from that, it's completely an empty shell, containing only the weakest mortal spiritual energy.

If it weren't for the influence of the venue environment, as soon as the front is seen, it would immediately "die in the light".

Upon seeing that there were actually hybrid giants in the Warner Territory, several dark elves instinctively became curious, their brown and red paint shimmering slightly as they prepared to unleash some kind of attack.

But considering the overly natural and aggressive layout of the area, they forced themselves to suppress their thoughts.

Or perhaps, it was the reaction observed in the markings on their bodies, the simultaneous activation of multiple arrow towers and slits in the forest, and the subtle sense of crisis emanating from them.

Make them subconsciously choose to compromise.

"Yes, may I ask who you are?" The leading dark elf Malekith paused before speaking.

He is a neutral race, with no obvious hostile relations with any side, and can communicate relatively naturally.

"You guys are definitely newbies. Nobody asks who someone is here; that's the rule."

The "half-giant" laughed and said this in a wild tone befitting his bloodline.

"As you can see, this place is similar to a market town, a neutral area. Even if people are enemies, they can still sit down and chat here."

"After all, no one can see what anyone else looks like."

"As for me, I am a giant... something-something race, and I can communicate smoothly with other races, trading for many good things that I wouldn't normally have access to."

At this point, the "half-giant" seemed quite animated, at least on the surface.

These words left the newly arrived dark elves bewildered.

Seeing this, the "half-giant" continued to speak.

Meanwhile, in the forest, in the dwelling, in the wooden house.

Neil's true form holds the Spirit Realm, observing the reactions of these outsiders from multiple perspectives, including the "half-giant," various arrow towers, the port itself, and so on.

After witnessing the arrival of the Lord of Blizzard Kingdom and the overwhelming force of the three-nation alliance, Neil became even more certain of his current development plan for Winterfell.

Trying to confront a problem head-on is suicidal.

After all, I am still too weak right now, and I can do nothing against a true god.

After saying to himself four times that he couldn't do it, he realized the benefits of leveraging existing resources and maintaining balance.

He had planned to build such a neutral zone, and this was proven in the case of the Three Kingdoms Alliance.

Although the risks are huge, like walking a tightrope, once exposed, one could easily be crushed into dust by a god-like being who is so angry he laughs.

However, it is also true that he gained benefits without even lifting a finger.

"Since we can't win anyway, at this stage we can only negotiate with all parties to get benefits and slowly build up our position in this way."

"Fortunately, the effects of the spirit tree dew are quite good. Combined with the rune aura, it allows me to create more 'avatars' of different appearances."

"However, we still need to test it to determine if there are any problems."

Neil whispered this to himself.

Even if the races in mythology consume the dew of the spirit tree, the level of the spirit is limited, and at most it can only heal injuries without much effect.

But Neil is just a mortal. Even if it's not the best stuff, it's still above standard for him. Even just a drop can create many "avatars".

This also allows him to create a virtual, prosperous place.

Although he had heard of them inland, this was Neil's first encounter with dark elves, probably due to the nature of their territory.

Although he had prepared a lot, he was still unsure whether he could actually fool the other side.

It is said that this race, especially the women, are very sensitive to their senses, and if they can successfully deceive someone, then it proves that their idea is feasible.

But if that doesn't work, or even if it exposes the secrets of this place, then we can't let the other party leave alive.

Neil squinted, maintaining multiple camera angles to observe the reactions of the group.

At the same time, Ella did not leave another "guest room" in the forest.

She didn't stand in front of the wooden house; instead, she hovered in mid-air and snapped her fingers. Vines from the surrounding tree canopies then cascaded down and intertwined to form a hanging chair.

They sat in the higher "VIP seats," eating fruit and watching the show.

"No way, I actually got involved like this?"

She took a bite of the fruit, her expression strange, letting the sweet juice drip from between her red lips.

Although Neil didn't know anything about the Dark Elves, she could deduce from their clothing, the markings on their bodies, and other traces that even within their own race, these young members would not be of low status.

She had even met one of the women at a gathering where many heroes and generals who had distinguished themselves in various battles put aside their social engagements, hoping to be honored with a dance.

Their corresponding identities endowed them with experience, and their team's entry into the icy sea must have involved considerable research and preparation.

And so they were fooled by this island, which was still in its second stage?

"No, they're probably just intimidated by the layout here. These young people are clearly on guard and aren't actually making any deals with the 'hybrids'."

"With their knowledge and experience still intact, plus their innate talent, they should be able to see the details over time."

Thinking that there might be a good show to watch, the goddess incarnation looked excited, and her bewitching red lips couldn't help but take another bite of the fruit, the juice making her red lips even more vibrant.

But she hadn't waited long when the "half-giant," seeing that the conversation wasn't progressing, seemed to lose interest and turned to leave.

Not long after he left, another illusory figure arrived and struck up a conversation.

Although blurry, it exudes the aura of lightning, as if it were an "Asa".

Giants and Warners, and even many beasts, do not possess this rune.

Although still being misled, the dark elves' pupils contracted as they met with factions they had never been close to before, making them more convinced that this was a neutral zone.

Then came several more meetings, each time Neil's "avatar" would use different tones and auras, combined with field magic, truly keeping these dark elf nobles in the dark.

As Ella watched, while she grew less interested, she also gained a deeper understanding of Neil's methods.

"However, this alone will not break down their psychological defenses, and it is impossible to gain any benefits from them."

"Now that the port's function has been verified, there's really no need to continue talking to them."

"Not only is it useless, but it also wastes his energy. Why does he still do it?"

Ella tilted her head slightly, her smooth, fair face showing confusion.

But soon, she seemed to realize something and suddenly understood.

"I see……"