Lords: From Civilization to the Stars

After the inexplicable blood courage ended, the end of this brilliant sky war was doomed.

In fact, from the very beginning, the sea elves had no chance of winning. You are well-trained, but Leon's aerospace fleet is always the best choice. Their loading, artillery, shooting, and speed are all extreme levels that mortals cannot reach.

What is the so-called extreme level? It is the theoretical upper limit, which is an area that humans cannot reach at all. And Leon can perfectly reach this effect through the cooperation of the psychic network.

Others have a 5% hit rate in naval battles. Leon can confirm that certain guns can definitely hit through regression correction. Other gunfire cannot hit because of angles or air turbulence, so they will not fire. In this state, the army of the same era has no chance of winning.

Leon has always been kind and reasonable. He also expects his kindness to be reciprocated.

But unfortunately, this world does not talk about kindness to him.

After killing the leading sea elf, the ether sea element in the sky gradually retreated. The sea elves scattered and fled in all directions. They didn't need to go anywhere, but they just needed to escape from this hellhole.

The remaining sea elves left on the battlefield began to curse Leon and the aerospace battleship. These sea elves were angry about their fate, thinking that if there had not been all kinds of accidents, they would never have fallen to this point.

Leon didn't have any idea of ​​arguing with them. He just looked at the table in front of him quietly and sighed with some satisfaction.

"The problem of the sea elves is finally over..."

'Glorious victory! '

'You defeated all the living forces of the sea elves in a battle! The sea elf faction will disappear temporarily until they gather together again or die forever on the ocean. '

'You killed a total of 485 sea elves and 321 sea beasts in the battle. The remaining sea elves will remain in a permanent state of panic and horror towards your star-negating faction. They can no longer attack your fleet or harm your people! ’

No more.

It was just something like this, and then nothing more.

Whether it was the technology of the sea elves, the population of the sea elves, or the means of taming animals, nothing was gained.

Li Ang didn’t even know what the meaning of this war was. It consumed a lot of his own resources, slowed down the progress of his city construction, and even the progress of the growth miracle was delayed.

Then what he got in return were the corpses falling in the sky and the figures of the sea elves running away. These guys with soul loss didn’t even think being slaves was an ideal thing. Being nomads was their nature, but to some extent it was also their inevitable result. Because apart from that, they couldn’t do anything.

"I may be the emptiest person in the world."

Looking at the scarlet ocean in the observatory, Leon sighed and whispered to Ulfric who was on standby with some melancholy:

"This is never what I want. I don't want to be so barbaric at all. What I want to do is actually to lead everyone to a better tomorrow and build some wonders. But the other party never listens to my explanation. I really don't know why it's like this.

If they are willing to listen to what I say, if there is no conflict between us, then wouldn't the world become a better place? I can't say no. I will definitely remove the curse on their souls. Really, as long as they promise, I can actually do it. I want to bring humans to the stars, but I didn't say I would clean up everyone. But all this disappoints me.

What did I do wrong to make these sea elves disrespect me so much? I tolerated them for a full half month, and in the end this is what we got. A group of corpses, a pile of rotten meat. "

"I don't quite understand your distress, sir."

After pondering for a long time, Wulfric scratched his scalp inexplicably, and looked at the distressed Leon with an awkward smile.

"Are you still a human being?"

"..."

Fuck, don't talk.

Glancing at Wulfric, whose expression was very subtle, Leon looked at the ocean that had been rendered dark red and felt a little sad.

He didn't mourn the life and death of the sea elves, but felt that all this was really meaningless. Leon was never afraid of war, but he liked the war of pioneering, the war of order, and the war for survival and belief. Li Ang really dislikes this kind of war that starts without any reason or words.

Especially when there is no benefit from fighting this war.

You said that at least the trade routes are safe, and those things should be safe. They should not be treated as bargaining chips.

If the sea elves really have the sincerity to negotiate, or really want to negotiate, will Li Ang ignore them? He is short of manpower and even has to cooperate with ratmen and players. He can't even open the second branch city. The sea elves go to rob people, and he replenishes the souls of the sea elves. Why not?

Li Ang has little other things, but soul fragments? Why not take them directly from the demons.

Melancholy is always short-lived.

Looking at the bloody ocean, Li Ang quickly reorganized his spirit.

At least four warships cannot be built in vain. The aerospace warship is more suitable for hunting and escorting. It is necessary to build a city on the island of Orbion to escort the trade.

Now the illumination range of the psychic lighthouse just covers part of the Norsca Peninsula. By then, an outpost will be established on the Norsca Peninsula for monitoring, and he can monitor the entire northern sea area in a circular form. By then, he can trade as he wants.

But just as Leon was imagining, a black figure interrupted his thoughts.

At the edge of the lighthouse, a huge black creature slowly squeezed into Leon's sight.

"Dark elves? When did they come?"

Looking at the ominous ark slowly coming from afar, Leon raised his eyebrows in surprise.

But before Leon could react, the ominous ark put down a small boat, carrying a team of dark elves who looked elegant and graceful, and bowed to the crack in the sky.

"We are here to negotiate terms, Wizard King."

"..."

The sun really rose from the south.

The dark elves were the most polite guys he had ever met.

Looking at the polite dark elf delegation, Li Ang felt an incredible sense of absurdity.