Two Worlds: Snickers Bars for Cow Maids

Edwige didn't resist at all, but sucked harder, making sure every drop of essence was swallowed.

There was a gleam of satisfaction in her eyes, as if Zhang Luan's essence was also a way for her to replenish her energy.

When the last drop of essence was swallowed, Edwige slowly spit out the still half-hard penis, licked her lips, and looked at Zhang Luan with satisfaction.

"Master, how do you feel?" She stood up and stroked Zhang Luan's cheek. "Have you absorbed all the power of the Heart of Temptation?"

Zhang Luan closed his eyes and felt the new power flowing through his body.

He could feel that his mental strength had been greatly enhanced, and he had also become extremely sensitive to the emotions of the creatures around him.

More importantly, he seems to have acquired the ability to influence the emotions of others, specifically the ability to induce desire and fear.

"Very good," Zhang Luan opened his eyes, a purple light flashing in them, "I feel stronger than ever before."

"In that case..." Edwige stood up, gracefully put Zhang Luan's still half-hard penis back into his pants, and carefully helped him tidy up his clothes, as if the person who had just squatted in front of him and done such provocative things was not her.

Her fingers gently stroked Zhang Luan's lower abdomen, then she raised her head, and Celia's red eyes, which were occupied by the devil's pupils, flashed a cunning light.

"Why don't we go find Elven Legion Commander Eluvia and give it a try?" Edwige suggested, a seductive smile on her lips. "After all, these two armies have only temporarily lost their power. If we can't completely tame the leaders of both sides, it will still be very troublesome later!"

Edwige is now controlling the body of the Lizardman Duchess Celia, which means that the top leaders of the Lizardman army

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It has indirectly fallen into Zhang Luan's control.

Now, the only potential destabilizing factor is the arrogant Elf Legion Commander - Eluvia.

Zhang Luan naturally understood what Edwige meant. She was suggesting that he use his newly acquired power and the methods he was always adept at to completely "conquer" Eluvia, completely corrupting her body and soul, so that she would no longer be able to resist and would only obey him.

After all, in the past, there have been countless proud women, no matter how chaste and tenacious they were at first, who eventually convulsed under Zhang Luan, their minds collapsed, they screamed in confusion, completely abandoned their dignity and will, and finally completely surrendered to the primitive desires he brought.

Thinking of Eluvia's cool and noble figure, as well as the elegance and holiness unique to the elves, Zhang Luan couldn't help but feel a burning impulse in his heart.

The newfound seductiveness seemed to whisper within him, amplifying the dark desire within him to defile and conquer.

The idea of ​​pressing down such an otherworldly-looking elven legion leader, watching her enjoying herself under his crotch, and eventually becoming dependent on his desire, was itself filled with extreme temptation.

"Well, you do have a point." Zhang Luan nodded, a purple-black light of desire and power flashing in his eyes. "Completely controlling the leaders of both armies will indeed save a lot of trouble. Elvia should have been captured by now."

"Yes, this is the perfect time to tame her. She has lost her moral support and witnessed the army's disastrous defeat. She is at her most vulnerable."

Edwige smiled, gently leaning Celia's body against Zhang Luan, her fingers rubbing circles on his chest. "Master, let me see if your newfound strength can make that arrogant Elf Legion Commander open his legs for you."

"Lead the way." Zhang Luan put his arms around Edwige (Celia)'s waist, feeling the tight and powerful body curves unique to the lizardman, and the fire of conquest in his heart was already burning.

Edwige took Zhang Luan through the devastated battlefield and headed towards Arcadia City.

The remnants of war were everywhere, but what was more eye-catching was the scene in front of them: countless beast-eared soldiers were busy tying up the elves and lizardmen prisoners who had lost their combat effectiveness on the battlefield.

They tied the captives' arms behind their backs with thick hemp ropes, then strung them together like a string of candied haws, and had them escorted forward by the animal-eared soldiers.

"How things change," Edwige chuckled, her eyes sweeping over the captured soldiers. "The once high and mighty elves, humans, and lizardmen are now prisoners."

Indeed, the scene before them was filled with irony. Those races that had once treated the Beast-Eared Tribe as slaves and abused them at will were now being treated in the same manner by the Beast-Eared Tribe.

The beast-eared soldiers had a look of pleasure of revenge on their faces, and some even mocked or hit their former masters to vent their hatred.

Some strong Lizardmen warriors were locked in a special iron cage car. They shook the cage angrily but could not move it at all.

The elven soldiers looked even more disheveled, their elegant robes having been tattered by the war and capture, but even in this situation, they still tried to maintain the noble posture unique to the elves, but that posture seemed particularly ridiculous at this moment.

Because the magicians were too cunning, the beast-eared girl put the magic-suppressing collars she once wore around their necks and escorted them to the dungeon in the city for solitary confinement.

The two men walked through the city gate. The scene inside Arcadia was completely different from that outside.

Everything is in good order here, with animal-eared soldiers patrolling the streets to ensure the safety of the city.

Seeing Zhang Luan, the soldiers saluted and saluted him, their eyes filled with awe and admiration.

When they saw Celia beside him, they were all stunned, but when they saw Zhang Luan talking and laughing with her, they couldn't figure out what was going on.

But what is certain is that Zhang Luan’s friends are the people they must respect completely.

"Master," a dog-eared woman came over quickly and saluted Zhang Luan, "We have already imprisoned all the captured high-ranking members of the Elven Legion in the underground prison."

"Where is Eluvia?" Zhang Luan asked, with a glimmer of anticipation in his eyes.

"That arrogant elven commander?" The dog-eared girl sneered. "We treated her...specially, just as the nobles treat their slaves. She's currently in the deepest cell, completely under control."

"Take me to see her." Zhang Luan ordered.

The dog-eared girl led Zhang Luan and Edwige through the castle and came to the prison deep underground.

It was dark and damp in here, with torches on the walls providing a weak light.

As they went deeper, they could hear some prisoners groaning and cursing, but there was mostly suppressed silence.

Finally, they came to a special cell at the deepest part.

The dog-eared female officer opened the heavy iron door, and a smell mixed with sweat and fear hit her face.

"Please take a look, Your Excellency," the female officer said respectfully, "For these proud nobles, we have given her a... special welcome ceremony."

Zhang Luan walked into the cell, and the scene before him made his breath stop.

Eluvia, the legendary noble and elegant elven legion commander, was now fixed in the center of the cell in an extremely shameful posture.

Her wrists were hung high with iron chains, and her legs were fixed apart, forming a "Y" shape.

The gorgeous elven light armor on his body had been stripped off, leaving only a few pieces of tattered cloth barely covering the vital parts, revealing a large area of ​​snow-white skin.

Her long silver-white hair was scattered in disorder, but even in this humiliating situation, she still maintained the unique beauty of an elf. Around her neck was a metal collar with glittering runes, which was a special device used to suppress magic.

When Zhang Luan approached, Eluvia slowly raised her head, and her blue eyes, as deep as the starry sky, flashed with an unyielding light, but at the same time, a hint of fear and shame could be seen.

"You're the one who defeated the Deathbringer? You're Zhang Luan?" Her voice, though weak, still carried the elves' unique musical rhythm. "How did you do it?"

Zhang Luan walked up to her and looked carefully at the distressed elven legion leader.

When viewed up close, her beauty was even more astonishing. That beauty was not the gorgeousness of a human female, but a pure beauty that was almost sacred. It was this purity that further stimulated Zhang Luan's inner desire to conquer her.

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Zhang Luan carefully looked at the distressed elven legion leader in front of him.

Elvia was hung in the middle of the cell, her hands raised high above her head, the chains at her wrists connected to the ceiling, and her knees were spread apart and fixed, making her look in an extremely shameful posture.

The once gorgeous elven armor had been stripped off, replaced by a torn, low-cut, tight-fitting garment, the dark green fabric barely covering her chest.

Surprisingly, considering the slender body of the elves, Elvia's breasts were of particularly astonishing size. Her fair breasts almost overflowed from the low-cut neckline, rising and falling gently with her uneasy breathing.

Her waist was extremely slender, and the curves of her waist and hips outlined a perfect hourglass shape. She was wearing a long skirt similar to a cheongsam with a very high slit. Because her legs were forced apart, the cloth that should have covered her private parts had drooped, revealing the snow-white skin at the base of her thighs.

Those two slender legs were now displayed in an unnatural posture - the knees were lifted up, the thighs were raised, the calves were naturally hanging down, and the feet were wearing the elves' unique heeled combat boots, presenting a posture that was open to being violated.

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Her skin is already fair and delicate, and her legs are like the finest white jade, slender and straight with beautiful lines.

The thigh muscles are firm yet feminine, the calf lines are smooth, and the ankles are so slender that they seem to break at a touch.

The pair of combat boots with pointed high heels tightly wrapped around her calves and feet, exuding an abstinence yet sexiness.

"You two can go out now," Zhang Luan turned to Edwige and the dog-eared officer, "I want to interrogate her alone."

The two men nodded respectfully, then quietly left the cell and closed the heavy iron door.

Only Zhang Luan and the hanging Eluvia were left in the cell.

Zhang Luan slowly approached, reached out and stroked the curve of Eluvia's calf, feeling the silky touch of her skin.

Elves' skin is more delicate than humans' and feels incredibly soft to the touch.

His fingers traced down the line of her calves to the tight combat boots and slowly untied the straps of the boots.

"You dare to touch me?" Elvia tried to struggle, but the chains only made a rattling sound and her body did not move at all.

Zhang Luan ignored her protests and continued to remove her combat boots, revealing her delicate little feet.

Elves' feet are smaller than humans', with high insteps, slender toes, and the entire sole of the foot is as flawless as a work of art.

Unlike other races, elves' bodies exude a natural fragrance, like a mixture of forest flowers and morning dew, elegant and charming.

Zhang Luan couldn't help but bend down and gently kiss the back of her feet.

"Stop! You despicable human!" Elvia shouted harshly, but there was an unconcealable fear and trembling in her voice.

As Zhang Luan moved, the newly acquired power of temptation in his body was slowly released, spreading in the air of the cell like invisible mist, quietly affecting Eluvia's senses and emotions.

Eluvia felt an inexplicable heat begin to flow through her body, but she suppressed this abnormal feeling and held her head high with pride. Despite being in such a shameful situation, she still tried to maintain the dignity and nobility unique to the elves.

"Who are you?" Eluvia asked through gritted teeth. "You're a traitor to both humans and the lizardmen. You colluded with the Beast-Eared Tribe and brought out the Deathbringer, causing heavy losses for both of us. What do you want to do to me now?"

Zhang Luan's palm stroked up along her calf to her smooth thigh, feeling the firm yet soft touch.

An evil desire suddenly surged in his body, and the power of temptation seemed to urge him to defile this holy spirit.

"You know, Elvia," Zhang Luan said with a meaningful smile, a dangerous glint in his eyes, "I've never tasted the taste of an elf. Previously, you elves and humans joined forces to oppress the beast-eared people. Now, perhaps it's time to let your nobles also have a taste of slavery."

His hand continued to move upwards, reaching the base of her thigh, and his fingertips gently stroked the sensitive skin, causing Elvia to tremble unconsciously.

"Especially you, a noble elven commander," Zhang Luan leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Perhaps I should let those proud and fragile elven magicians under your command feel the strength of the Bullhorn Tribe, the strength of every Bullhorn male... Do you understand what I mean?"

Elvia's face turned pale instantly, obviously she understood the threat in Zhang Luan's words.

As a high-ranking elf, she certainly knew what kind of treatment the beast-eared women had suffered under the slave system in the past.

Now, the roles are reversed, and the once oppressed races will take revenge on their former masters.

"You...you can't do this..." Eluvia's voice trembled noticeably for the first time, and her eyes, as deep as the starry sky, flashed with fear and humiliation. "The elves are a noble race. We...we are not meant to..."

"Not for what? Not to be used as toilets, right?" Zhang Luan sneered, a hint of mockery in his eyes. "Then may I ask, should the Beast-Eared Tribe be enslaved and used as toilets? Didn't you, the noble elves, once treat the Beast-Eared Tribe as inferior creatures?"

Eluvia's expression changed slightly, and her lips were tightly pursed, as if she wanted to refute but couldn't find the right words.

Zhang Luan shook his head, extended his right hand, and, palm facing Eluvia, unleashed the corrupted magic of the Heart of Temptation. A faint wave of purple-black energy surged from his hand, wrapping around Eluvia's body like smoke.

However, as this magical power seeped into Eluvia's body, Zhang Luan felt only a minimal response. Unlike the complete control he had expected, this power seemed to only slightly increase her sensitivity, causing her cheeks to flush slightly and her breathing to become slightly faster.

"What...what did you do to me?" Eluvia asked with a red face. She could feel that her body had become more sensitive than usual. Even the touch of the iron chain rubbing against her skin gave her a strange stimulation.

Zhang Luan did not answer, but looked down at his hands, frowning slightly, with a puzzled expression on his face.

"Strange..." he muttered to himself, "Although this is my first time using this kind of black magic, the effect shouldn't be this weak."

He recalled the power of the Deathbringer—a powerful being capable of driving an army of twenty thousand men into a frenzy of slaughter, even creating phantom armies from thin air, and even infecting the defenders far away on the city walls. Could it be that he had only obtained a fraction of this power?

Zhang Luan ignored Eluvia and walked to the cell door, shouting outside, "Bring in an elf magician."

"Yes! Master!" A respectful response came from outside the door.

After a while, a dog-eared soldier dragged a slender elven magician in. The elven girl was about twenty years old, with long light blue hair and fair skin. She wore a torn wizard robe and a magic-suppressing collar around her neck.

When she saw Elvia hanging in the middle of the cell, her eyes widened in surprise and she couldn't help but exclaimed, "Mr. Commander!"

"Liliana!" Eluvia also recognized the elf girl, her tone full of worry, "Did they hurt you?"

"So you two know each other," Zhang Luan smiled slightly, "That's even better."

He waved to the dog-eared girl and said, "You go out first."

The dog-eared girl bowed respectfully, then left the cell and closed the door.

Only Zhang Luan and two elf women were left in the cell.

Zhang Luan walked up to the elven magician Liliana and untied the ropes that bound her wrists and the magic-suppressing collar around her neck.

Liliana rubbed her wrist, which was red from being strangled, and looked at Zhang Luan cautiously, unsure of what he was going to do.

A magician of this level cannot pose any threat to Zhang Luan at all.

"Now," Zhang Luan stepped back, raised his hands slightly, palms facing Liliana, "let's try this."

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A stream of purple-black energy that was more concentrated than before surged out from Zhang Luan's hand, enveloping Liliana like a tangible black mist.

The elf girl instinctively wanted to retreat, but her body seemed to be frozen, unable to move. The black mist seeped into her skin, blended into her blood, and penetrated deep into her soul.

Her pupils began to dilate, and her blue eyes were gradually covered by a layer of purple-black light.