Chapter 509 of the Eastern Mythology System Grievances

Chapter 509: Grievances

Chapter 509: Grievances

The Elven King stretched out his hand, and pulled out the long arrow as if he had pulled out a weed.

For a moment, blood gushed from his left shoulder, and the flesh turned out, and he was seriously injured.

The Elven King looked at the rudimentary arrows made of bamboo, and reached out to stop Daniel, the elven archer, who wanted to rush out to take revenge.

"Daniel, forget it. This arrow was supposed to be received by me. ”

The Elf King said lightly, calmly and calmly, as if it was not his shoulder that was injured and bleeding.

Daniel's face froze with rage, not understanding why the Elven King was willing to accept this arrow.

But looking at his calm face, Daniel obediently didn't say much, just took a step back, but silently stayed by the Elven King's side.

Sure enough, the choice of elven shooter made sense. The arrows that came from the woods did not stop, and flew intermittently but not densely towards Anthony and the others.

With Daniel by his side, these long arrows that could touch the threshold of a professional were certainly no longer a threat to the Elven King.

He secretly observed the Elf King's face and saw that he was not angry or opposed to his help, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Daniel is also worried that the Elf King is bent on "being abused" and is determined to be a target.

As for the others, they also dealt with the incoming arrows with ease, but it was obvious that the elven king had a lot to do with the attackers, and they all pushed away the arrows and did not fight back.

The path into the village was not long, and everyone slowly walked into the humble village under the welcome of the rain of arrows.

The Elven King ignored the wound on his shoulder, and just let the blood run down his face, scattering red marks on the road.

However, he is a saint-level powerhouse, with strong qi and blood, and a strong physical body, even if he doesn't do treatment and bandaging, there is no big problem.

After entering the village, the rain of arrows finally stopped unwillingly. Daniel looked back hatefully at the forest.

The Elven King, however, strode forward, past his companions, and into the depths of the village.

He could feel that someone was waiting for him there.

Daniel was afraid that he would be attacked again, so he hurriedly followed.

Anthony and the others fell behind, also walking along the straight road in the middle of the village.

The village is small, and in the center of the village, there is a house slightly larger than the surrounding area, just as simple and rustic, without any frills.

The door of the room was open, and the Elven King stepped in without stopping, looking up and around.

The furnishings of the house are the same as those of the whole village, all of them are just as simple and crude. It's just that the selection and placement of the objects here are obviously different from ordinary resident families, more solemn, and a bit like sacrificing ancestors.

Inside the house, there was a large altar. An ancient incense burner was placed on it, and the incense candles were burning and the smoke lingered.

In addition, there are also sacrifices such as fruits, three animals, etc., and there are many kinds of offerings.

On the other side of the altar, a tall, majestic man was walking around the altar and coming towards it.

hasn't opened his mouth this year, and Daniel in the back has already questioned angrily.

"You're the Moorish patriarch of the Leavers, aren't you? For the sake of Mr. Anthony's face, we, the elven clan, regardless of past suspicions, have settled past grievances with your clan. I didn't expect to be attacked as soon as I came to your territory. Is this your hospitality? Is this your sincerity? ”

Elven shooters have a gentle temperament, but it also depends on the time. The king of the elven clan was injured by a sneak attack, and Daniel, of course, was furious and immediately went berserk.

Moore is the patriarch of the Lizu clan, and he has also been promoted to the holy level, which is the same status as the elf king. Reprimanded by a small silver fighter, he was not angry.

"I'm sorry for the sneak attack outside the village. But this one thing really has nothing to do with my separation. I believe the Elven King understands this. ”

He is a saint-level powerhouse, and the entrance of the village is not far from here, so of course the scene that happened just now cannot escape his perception.

Daniel only thought that he was shirking his responsibility, and it was righteous indignation, but the elf king reached out to stop him.

"Patriarch Moore is right, the bow and arrow attack outside is indeed not the arrangement of the Leaving Clan."

He looked up at Moore across from him, as if there was an invisible power in his eyes.

"It's just that about the grievances between you and me, I want to hear what the Moorish patriarch has to say."

When York and the others who followed up heard it, they knew that they were going to start the gong immediately, and they all held their breath and dutifully acted as melon eaters.

Moore received a notice from Anthony and returned to the village early, and made relevant arrangements to wait for the arrival of the elves. For the elf king's questioning at this time, he has been fully prepared.

At this time, I saw him sigh and said angrily.

"What the Elf King blames is that the grievances between the two clans for tens of thousands of years are indeed the fault of my clan. Here, on behalf of my clan, I Moore sincerely apologize to my friends of the elves! I'm sorry! ”

He simply admitted his mistake neatly, and bent down deeply towards the Elven King.

The elven king stood proudly and accepted it calmly.

"Because of your treachery, my elves have suffered great losses and heavy casualties. The Moore patriarch said sorry lightly, and wanted to write off all the grievances, which was inevitably too fine. ”

With the gunpowder-filled dialogue between the two, the scene of the war of the gods hidden in the fog of history 10,000 years ago opened the veil of mystery in front of York and others.

It turns out that in the war of the gods, the Lizu and the elves are the closest comrades-in-arms. One of them is physically strong and powerful, and is good at hand-to-hand combat; A nimble and agile man with a sharp gaze that shoots a bow and arrow.

Combining near and far, they are an extremely important military force in the interracial alliance.

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However, the rise of humanity was irreversible, and by the end of the War of the Gods, the defeat of the alien alliance had appeared. Both sides of the enemy and the enemy know very well that the defeat and weakness of the alien race is a foregone conclusion.

No matter how strong the combat power of the combination of the elves and the leaves is, they can't change the general trend after all.

The alien ship is about to sink, and some hidden thoughts inevitably come to the fore.

So, in an extremely important battle, the detached gods surrendered.

In the human realm, no matter what the patriarch of the Separated Clan felt at that time, he could only obey the will of God and bow his head to the sworn enemy, the Holy See of Light.

At this moment, the elves who fought side by side with them were miserable.

Because the cooperation between the two sides has been too tacit, the sudden withdrawal of the Lizu from the battlefield made them completely unable to react.

Although it is not a rebellion, it also indirectly exposes the back of the elves to the enemy. In the case that the strength is not superior, the tragic fate of the elves can be imagined.

The Bright Sect also hated them very much, not only slaughtering the elves on a large scale, but also using evil magic to blacken the elves who fought bravely and were responsible for the break, turning them into beasts that would only act according to instinct.

And the detached tribes who surrendered in battle did not get any benefits, and the bright gods who pursued the doctrine of "not my race, their hearts must be different" broke their promises and crossed the river and demolished the bridge. Not only did the gods of the Lizu be cut down, but the Liren of the human world were also massacred.

The divorce can be regarded as a loss to the wife and the soldiers, and the black pot of treachery is in vain, but the consequences are just as tragic.

A spirit that had been blackened back then, although it had lost all its memories, only its beast-like instincts remained. The hatred for the Liclan is deep in the bone marrow, and the unrelenting pursuit has been until now.

This chapter concludes the Eastern mythological system

Chapter 509: Grievances