Chapter 1: The Town of Haram

After receiving orders from the military command, a large number of the Falsinia's clerical troops began to advance towards Narcia. Narcia is an elven kingdom in southern Farsinia, and was a force of resistance against the Phantoms when they invaded the planet. In fact, with the innate technological advantages of the Phantom Race, it is completely possible to destroy Narcia effortlessly, and the reasons why this is not done are: First, the instant reduction of the power of science and technology will cause the ecological imbalance of the entire planet. The Phantoms are here to survive, not to slaughter, and secondly, the previous move to exterminate the Aztec Sun God has sounded the alarm bell for the resistance forces of the entire planet, forcing them to consciously unite, and if they continue to do so now, it will inevitably cause the death of all opposing forces. All of this was bad for Farcinia, so the long-term battle plan developed by the authorities was to slowly disintegrate and eliminate the opposing forces. Of course, all of this is based on the premise that Farcinia has huge resources in outer space. They are not in a hurry to destroy their opponents, what they need is a stable space for survival and development, a place to survive for a longer time.

The town of Haram is a small city in the southern part of the Phantoms, bordering Narcia. On the eve of the Phantom Army, which had wiped out the forward army of the Elven Clan, was about to attack the capital of the Elven Kingdom, the commander Yihe received an order from his superiors to temporarily repair the army. However, this repair was a month, and the whole army was in a state of decadence, and the most bored soldiers were to drink and pass the time in a tavern in the town.

"If we fight with the elves in two days, do you think we will survive with the current momentum of the army?" a depressed old non-commissioned officer cried sadly, drinking wine decadently, "Pity my wife and children are still waiting for me at home." I knew that it would be good if I didn't come, but I blamed the momentary interests, and I actually nervously believed that a child could lead us to win the battle, and we would be rewarded with officials. Alas~~~"

"Don't be so discouraged, it's said that the general who led us this time was a very powerful electric shock messenger, and I've heard that he was the strongest when he was in school! Another young non-commissioned officer was very excited to defend, as if he wanted to get the other party's consent, but the other party poured cold water on him, and said even more frustratedly:

"Oh, if that's the case, it's even more useless. You don't want to think about what a student who has never had actual combat experience can do. Even if he is really that powerful, he has no actual combat experience, you and I are both veterans of the battlefield, and you still don't know that the most important thing in this war is momentum. This commander has to be calm in the chaos of the battle in order to lead the team to victory. You see, he didn't know where to pop up, a hairy boy, who looks more beautiful than a woman, what can he do?

"Then according to what you say, aren't we dead!"

"Don't worry, although I hope that this kid is useless, but our deputy commander is a character! I think that when I was fighting Xirong back then, it was a hundred battles and victories, and this is called a character!" said the elderly non-commissioned officer who put down the flask in his hand and gave a thumbs up, looking proud.

"Hearing you say that, that's a lot more reassuring!" the young non-commissioned officer breathed a sigh of relief, and the older non-commissioned officer followed the oxen.

"That's not it, our lieutenant is not an ordinary person, and it is very difficult for mortals to even see him. I had the pleasure of seeing him twice, once in the early years when he had rewarded his soldiers after his great victories, and the other time when he had gone on this expedition. Although it seems a little aggrieved to follow that kid this time, the momentum is definitely beyond the reach of mortals. That's the real aristocracy!" said the older non-commissioned officer who gave another thumbs up, his toes high.

"Having said that, but after all, he is only a lieutenant general, in case the commander insists on going his own way, this lieutenant general will have to listen to him!" Although it was very disappointing to say this at this time, the young non-commissioned officer still expressed his worries. Farsinia is a country with extremely strong military law, and the military decrees of the empire stipulate absolute obedience to the commander, and those who betray the commander will not only kill him, but also his escort, his partner's army, and even his recommenders and other close people will be sitting, not only that the family in the empire will also be affected.

"That's not something we can think about. Children, we are just soldiers, soldiers are civilians, civilians can only work for the nobles, this is the rule set by our ancestors, we can't change it! If he really uses our lives as a game, we can only admit it! As long as it doesn't affect his wife and children. The older non-commissioned officer said with a helpless expression and a deep sigh. The young non-commissioned officer didn't say anything more, but picked up the flask and persuaded him to drink.

At this moment, a young man, wearing a wide black cloak, pushed open the door of the tavern. A fresh breeze blew through him, and he immediately attracted everyone's attention. He pulled his hood to cover his face, and went to the bartender.

"Find me a remote location!" Icarus deducted an Imperial Gold Coin on the table, which attracted everyone's attention even more, "You have worked hard for the Empire, so let's do it, all the wine money today will be counted on my head, and I won't go home if I don't get drunk!"

After saying this, Icarus asked the bartender to lead the way, but for some reason the bartender didn't make a move. Icarus then found that the drinkers had risen and surrounded him. Icarus didn't know why, and watched them quietly. At this moment, a soldier of five big and three thick came over, reached out and was about to take off Icarus's hood, but was easily dodged.

"Take off your hat and show your true face, and let us know that under your slender figure, you don't look like an elf!" The stout soldier clasped his hands on his chest, and the soldiers on the side took up their weapons and waited for them.

Such an ending was really a surprise to Icarus, but it was no wonder that he had just returned from fighting in the outer skies, and his understanding of Falcinia was still stuck six years ago. And six years ago he was a child, how could he know what the adult world was like.

"Don't do anything stupid, Baru, this is the city of Haram. Neither humans nor elves are free here, and you can't break the rules here. The bartender saw that the situation was not good, and came out to help.

"Vane, it's a time of war, a war with the elves. The town of Haram is the territory of the Phantom Clan, and the elves cannot survive here during this time!Take off your hat and let me see you for what you really are!" The strong man ignored the bartender's dissuasion, and reached out to forcibly remove Icarus's hood.

The attributes of thunder and lightning formed an invisible hand that froze the strong man's arm in mid-air, unable to move an inch, only seeing the strong man's cheeks twisted, he should be trying his best to resist. His companions saw that the situation was not good and wanted to come up to help, but they were immediately stopped by the bartender.

"Forgive the noble man from the top of the Ioni, for his ignorance and recklessness. His intentions were kind, and he did his part for the Empire. It is his sin to offend your authority, and the necessary price is to be paid, but please spare his life!" the bartender Vane stepped out from behind the counter and fell to one knee on the ground, begging for forgiveness.

"I beg your forgiveness!" the others didn't know what was going on, but out of foresight for the bartender, they chose to believe it or not, and they fell to one knee and begged for mercy.

When Icarus returned to Farsinia, he also knew a little about the land where he had lived, and of the class privileges of the nobility over the commoners. Commoners who touched nobles without their permission would have their arms cut off their arms or beheaded in serious cases. Icarus was disgusted by this, and protested to his father, the lord of the Phantoms, Alsfinor, demanding that the Falsinians be treated equally. But it had no real effect, because Farsinia was a prison for criminals.

"You don't need my forgiveness, you're innocent, just don't bother me!" Icarus let go of the strong man's arm and walked towards the wine table in the corner. He has an appointment with someone today, and he cannot leave.

"Since my lord cannot forgive my sins, then I will apologize with death, and please spare my brother and my mother! Balu has thanked me here!" The strong man didn't say a word, picked up the big knife next to him and wiped off his neck.

The scene became extremely bloody, and Icarus frowned slightly, looking around at the expressions of the people around him. Their expressions varied, some of them held back their resentment, but more of them knelt on the ground in horror and trembled. Icarus didn't know what to say, so he got up and walked towards Baru's body.

At Baru's side, he stopped and took off his hood. The long purple hair, like a blooming violet, was tied up by a pink headband and tied behind it. His purple eyes shimmered like tender grapes, like the legendary amethyst, and he showed respect for the dead in front of him in his own way.

When he walked out of the hotel, it was already a full moon, and Icarus looked at the dark sky and the increasingly scarce figures on the street, and walked casually down the street. As soon as he entered the tavern, he spotted a young hermit sitting in the corner. This hermit did not show the same sincerity and trepidation as the others when it happened. Combined with the current situation, Icarus initially deduced that he was either a nobleman of the human race or an elf.

The hermit had been following Icarus blatantly for a full hour, and Icarus did not shy away from him, but waited for the curfew time to come. Seeing that there was no one on the street at this moment, Icarus turned back to the hermit.

"You've been following me for over an hour since you came out of the tavern. Say, who are you, and what is your purpose?" Icarus looked at the person in front of him indifferently, and his right hand kept rubbing his fingers, injecting magic into the crimson tulip, the artifact on his little finger, so that he could seize the opportunity in the event of a conflict.

The hermit didn't speak, but suddenly threw out his hat. The hat was like a sharp blade with the power of the wind, whistling and slicing at Icarus. At the same time, the Hermit revealed his elf appearance, and was a High Elf. From that delicate and special dress, Icarus could even conclude that he was a royal family of the elves.

Icarus raised his right hand, and a blade of lightning bolted into his arm. He slashed down, and the sword of thunder and lightning released a strong electric current as it split the hat in an instant, like an arrow shooting towards the hermit. The hermit immediately cast the art of controlling the sky and dodged the blow.

The destructive force of the electric current carved a huge pit in the ground, and the heat energy released ignited the surrounding combustibles, and for a time there was an illusion that a spark could start a prairie fire.

The hermit landed gently on the roof of the house like a falling leaf. A huge bright moon hung behind him, and the breeze blew, blowing his green silk and fluttering clothes. He didn't mean to make another move, just looked at Icarus repeatedly, as if thinking about something.

"Although your spell explosiveness is very strong, if you can't hit it in one hit, you will squander your magic power. In this regard, as a senior magician, I would like to give you a suggestion, in the future, it is better to wait for this kind of high-explosive killing skill to be used!Of course, if you think what I said is not good, you can also choose to forget!" The hermit said bluntly.

"The Elves of the Early Hearing Wind are a frank race, and seeing that this is the case today, it also affirms the correctness of our decision. Still, I'll take your advice seriously, even though I'm a warrior, not a magician!" Icarus crossed his hands in front of his abdomen, trying to show friendliness, obviously the person in front of him was the person he was negotiating with on his trip.

"Martial Demon Cultivator, this is impossible!" the hermit shook his head noncommittally.

Icarus didn't speak, but with the help of electricity, he quickly rushed towards the hermit. In just a moment, the lightning bolt turned into an electric arrow had already hit the hermit's neck. The hermit watched in disbelief as Icarus withdrew the lightning bolt, and gradually regained his indifferent expression.

"Your power is beyond the ranks of heroes, you should be a priest!" the hermit cut off his burnt hair and straightened out his messy appearance due to the electromagnetic effect.

Icarus didn't deny it, but continued to look at the hermit in front of him. He was a High Elf with fiery red hair, perhaps to be unobtrusive, and his clothes were ordinary human attire, but he could not hide his proud figure. Judging from the magic he casts, it should be the Wind Elves, and the population structure of the Wind Elves is like a beehive, and the male elves are very rare, and they are all the queen's guards. The hermit has a high status in the clan, which is why he is qualified to negotiate with Icarus.

"Icarus, the head of the new Priesthood Force. You are supposed to be a nobleman of the Wind Elves, and what is the purpose of infiltrating my Terran territory?" Icarus seemed to be asking a painless question.

"Of course, it is stealing the military secrets of your Terran race! You see, although your Terran army has defeated our army several times before, it has not harmed our clan at all. The morale of your Terran army is so low at the moment, don't you think that we will be victorious when we raid you? Also, my name is Tranquility, the Wind Whisperer of the Wind Elves. An Ning smiled slyly.

"Lord Anning, if you really think that's the case, why don't you come and try it?" the Terrans are very powerful!" Icarus asked rhetorically.

"Haha, Lord Priest laughed, where did we try. As one of your Terran nobles said, you have killed 100,000 people in this war, and his noble position is still stable, but my Elf Clan can't afford the same price!" An Ning sighed and continued, "Since you and I have come here, it must be the same decision made by the high-level of both sides, and we have achieved our common goal: to avoid war! But in view of the cunning of your Terran race, I have to think that there is some conspiracy here, and we need a commitment!"

"It's not easy, let's make a long story short, come on, sign the Armistice Agreement!" Icarus took out an agreement from his pocket and handed it to the Hermit.

"Your Excellency, I have no right to sign the Armistice Agreement, and it is up to the Queen to decide. An Ning sighed and said helplessly, "Lord Icarus, the elven clan has always had no quarrel with the world, but once the war starts, it will be difficult to reach a reconciliation. Therefore, whether this agreement can be successfully signed depends on the friendship of the elves. ”

"Well, does Lord Anning have any good advice?" asked Icarus.

"Mistress Icarus is really interesting. The queen of our clan, Lord Avella, has merged with the Tree of Life, and it is impossible for her to come and sign an agreement, so Lord Icarus dare to come and sit in Narcia?" An Ning asked tentatively.

"Alright, Lord Anning, sit and wait for my arrival!" Icarus raised his right hand, the tips of his fingers flashing in an arc.

"So, Narcia awaits Lord Icarus!" An Ning said this, and her figure retreated like a cloud, melting into the surrounding night and disappearing into the air.

"Narcia, the capital of the Wind Elves, interesting!" Icarus waved his robes and jumped off the roof.