Dark Eldar

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She was so understanding and beautiful. With her graceful figure, anyone who saw her would want to look at her more than once, or even possess her... This is desire, and even more so, human nature. What do higher beings think? None of us know. We cannot know; they might think the same as us, or they might think something completely different... —Nameless Discipline from Another World (21132451164541)

Kevin Garney's map is quite large, even though it's only a level 2 map. The size of the towns indicates that the area is sparsely populated.

Dak and Ludar's army departed from the Wentashan camp in a grand procession. (57313)

Boroldo (59443) is their new target. The further they go into the center of the map, the fewer cities there are. It sounds contradictory, but it's true. No one knows the secret of "Kevin Garnier". (Characteristics of the level 2 map: Although many people register in the newbie area, it doesn't mean they can develop. The original state of the level 2 map is chaotic. This is the same as the "Dark Eldar". Although the town guardians of Kevin Garnier are not as powerful as those of the "Dark Eldar", if it can last, Kevin Garnier will also produce "King-level" heroes! The Mammoth Clan is an example. The origin of Que Kinduyo is still a mystery. He doesn't seem to belong here...)

"Pololdo" is completely dominated by the Zerg! Dark dared not march too fast, for fear of being ambushed by the "poisonous insects".

The elven prince and his sister in Dark's camp were determined to force Dark to abdicate. The 300 experience bonus had made Prince Irete increasingly arrogant. Coupled with prolonged warfare, ambushes, annihilation battles, and sieges, the two young men, still elven nobles, saw their prestige rise to "Revered" within the army, while Dark's prestige had now dropped to "Revered." If it weren't for the support of the "DK" legion, Irete would probably have already acted! He was no longer the naive elf he once was. His sister, the beautiful and incredibly powerful Eliza, even considered herself queen. Eliza sometimes didn't want to be so "hot-blooded." She felt that fighting wasn't her intention, but Eliza was very pure and kind; she only wanted to assist her brother Irete!

"Brother, losing Dark will be a loss for us, as will his DK Legion. It's said that the Dark Elementals won't submit easily," Eliza, the younger sister, said in the human camp.

"Yes, I sometimes weigh the pros and cons," the older brother, Ilet, replied calmly. He was skinning a "Blue Beast Snake Skin" (blue, high-grade leatherworking).

"Friendly reminder! Ludar has arrived!" Outside the tent, the messenger (intermediate title) was the tenacious human mage, Markars (level 47).

Marcus has never cast a single spell; he's been gaining experience entirely through his "wisdom." Many consider him a "master," and the reality is, he truly is a "master"—a "mage" who never needs to cast a single spell. Ilet once pressured Marcus to demonstrate a skill. Marcus replied, "Respected Commander, you should focus your energy on leading troops into battle! I'm old; my damage output certainly isn't as high as the younger generation. But if anyone dares to disrespect you!! I will definitely teach them a lesson..."

Markars skillfully maneuvered. His elven sister, Eliza, probably knew better than anyone, but chose not to expose him. After all, he was quite old! And the "spiritual leader" of the tenacious human soldiers! He had even helped her brother when the Gludin army was first formed. There was no need to go against him; appointing him as the elves' "messenger" was a more suitable "job." This position also offered special bonuses like "Spirit" and "Insight." The elven sister generously bestowed it upon him! Just like the "Scout Staff" she had given the elderly Markars years ago, paid for out of her own pocket. ("Scout Staff," Level 41, Blue; 33 Intelligence, 23 Agility; Enchantment: 55 Spirit, 50 Strength)

[Unveiling the Mystery]: No one can fathom the mind of "Markus." An elderly human mage. By age, he is far, far younger than Elder Schopenhauer and the others. But sometimes, mere "data" is of little use. After all, those are just "illusory" numbers; "online time" is what truly matters!

"What? Steward Ludar! What's he doing here so late?" Irete complained.

"Don't worry about it, brother. Let him in!" Eliza, the younger sister, chimed in. Her intuition told her it would be a good thing.

"Your Highness, Your Highness Prince Irete, King of the Elven Kingdom..." Ludar began to speak humbly and politely as soon as he entered the tent.

"No need to be so polite, Lord Ludall. I call you that because your rank is higher than mine, isn't it?" Irete said. His language skills were now on a completely different level than before.

"I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it..." Ludar bowed and nodded repeatedly. He looked much older, with graying temples.

"Ludar, why don't you take care of yourself? Look at you, you've completely lost your former appearance. Are you really, as they say, an elite monster (a lone wolf)?" Eliza asked curiously. She kindly handed Ludar a chair, inviting him to sit down first.