Whether the little halfling was willing to marry Delsa or not, Delsa didn't know, but from the mouth of the elder, he knew what was threatening the village.

Campas, the god of war, made a big joke about Delsa and the kite.

It turns out that there is really a phoenix in the Mojing Valley, the phoenix is auspicious, in order to welcome the birth of a new life, there are many worshipping demonic beasts around the Mojing Valley, so the ingredients planted by the hobbit halflings who live in the Bailing Mountains next to the valley suffer.

Beamon once described the hobbit halfling's gluttony: "Life is precious, love is more valuable, if it is for food, both can be thrown." ”

It is not difficult to see the hobbit's obsession with food.

"Leave me for dinner."

Holding the map given by the elder, listening to the elder explain the specific situation, Dersa dropped a sentence in a dashing manner, and embarked on the journey without hesitation.

Delsa has the heart to live like the race of the Aegean continent, and he wants to completely forget his identity as a Night Elf and integrate into the Aegean.

But before that, he had to do something.

For example, the original promise.

If there is a phoenix in Pannie in the Mojing Valley, it means that there are definitely elves there, not to mention that the phoenix in Pannia is synonymous with phoenix eggs, and Delsa certainly doesn't mind having two green kites.

Elves are indifferent, that's just the way foreigners treat elves.

Treat the clansmen, the elves are quite good.

Dersa recalls the knowledge on the parchment, and his memory suddenly stops, and he locks on to a very useful skill: camouflage.

In the underworld, Delsa knew her mission, combining the knowledge of eight pieces of parchment to create a permanent blessing magic that the Night Elves could do unharmed by Dipolo and Shanpa, and for this magic, the amount of knowledge involved in it was unimaginable. So this guy became the only one of the eight, and it was reasonable and deserved.

Therefore, it is reasonable and natural for him to master some secret magic.

As the little halfling said before, you are a sub-elf, and the meaning of "sub" is hybridization.

Elves are asexual reproduction, and each elf is the fruit of the tree of life, and the so-called father and mother are those older elves who wait quietly when the fruit is about to explode, and the later elves are called their own elves; The so-called brothers and sisters are also the names of the elves born at the same time.

As for the male and female of the elves, it all depends on the elves' perception of beauty, if a elf thinks that being strong is a beauty, then it naturally becomes male; If the elf shows a fanaticism for flowers and plants, she will transform into a woman.

The Creator is fair, and when the elves have gender, they give birth to love, and they also have the ability to pass on the family through intimate contact between the sexes.

What makes everyone in the Aegean continent stumble is that the males and females of the elves never mate, that is, the elves never have love with each other. On the contrary, the love between elves and foreigners happens from time to time.

As a result, the mating of elves and foreign races made the Aegean continent have a new population - sub-elves.

Elves are xenophobic, and this includes sub-elves.

It is unknown from which period the Night Elves' camouflage was created by their grandmother, and after generations of grandmothers have improved it, Delsa viciously speculates that the only reason for improving this magic is because grandmothers can change their appearance to improve the freshness of their mating partners. After all, the life span of the Night Elves is too long, and they are always facing a flower path and an appearance, and it is easy to get aesthetic fatigue.

Either way, Delsa easily transforms herself into an elf - Delsa is an elf herself, the only change is that her ears are lengthened.

All of this was done on foot, from the Bailing Mountains to the Mojing Valley, it was almost half an hour away.

Although Delsa has turned into an elf, he didn't think of an excuse for the elves in the Ink Crystal Valley to ask why there are strange elves, and theoretically leaving the range of the Tree of Life, the elves will lose their abilities.

"Grunt, grunt!"

Just like an elf, when Delsa walks, the branches and leaves in the forest automatically give way to the road, and the shoots under his feet become extremely hard, and the perfect camouflage technique allows Delsa not to harm any flowers and plants in the forest.

Surprised from the bottom of his heart, Dersa didn't flinch, and rushed out of the jungle almost like an arrow, his pupils almost on the verge of bursting, and finally saw the big guy described on the parchment.

The monster had a huge "T" shape on its forehead, its teeth in its mouth were like neat rows of guillotines, its skin was crumpled and crumpled under the Dipolo glow, and its towering ribs were covered with platform-like skeletons.

In front of the Comodo War Behemoth is an elf, almost a perfect contrast between the ugly and beautiful of the white and warm elves and the tower-like behemoths, like an abstract painting.

The elf was a woman, and she was a beautiful woman with a straight front and a backward back.

Delsa's lower body is hard.

There was no need to hesitate, as a stream of pink powder fluttered in the air with the twist of his fingers, and the breeze faithfully carried out Delsa's order, sending the pink powder into the elf's immaculate nose.

"Breathing is the ultimate killer of disease."

With this thought, Delsa flicked crocodile tears that fell from the corners of her eyes, and slowly walked towards the prey that pacified the Comodo war beast. This is the only proof that can tell if the Night Elves are lying, he generally controls well when there are people, but he doesn't mind showing his weaknesses alone.

"Compas, a poet who has traveled from the kingdom of men, and an elf, Dersa praises you for having the heart of a Buddha and a giant, a charming young lady."

"I hear the flowers and plants crying under the iron hooves of the beasts, and it's my job to do this." The elven beauty who did not look back drew a strange symbol on the forehead of the Comodo giant beast, and the six or seven meter-tall giant beast let out a moving howl and disappeared not far from the place where a cloud of crystal light erupted.

"Obislachi." A thunderbolt in the clear sky in Delsa's pupils, the legendary space-time rift turned out to be here, could it really be that the undead were seen?

He felt a little timid.

However, if you don't enjoy the first woman you see in the Aegean Continent, you can't say anything, not to mention that the other party is already emotional.

"You're ......," said Delsa with ocean-like eyes.

"I'm an elf." Delsa bowed half-knee, held the elven beauty's tiny and warm little hand, tapped the tip of her tongue, and then looked up and said, "Actually, I'm still a behaviorist." ”

The elven beauty took the opportunity to ask Delsa what the behaviorist was, cleverly concealing the throbbing of the heart brought by the peck just now.

"Generally speaking, no matter what race has a certain pattern of behavior, those monsters will not be talked about, and Beamon and humans, they all know how to wear clothes, housing, three meals a day, and use straw paper to open their butts when they go to the toilet." The sensitive and vulgar words made the elf beauty's fair face flash a blush, obviously she was thinking of some adult content.

"Behavior, on the other hand, is the study of habitual movements." Delsa paused, staring at the elven beauty very seriously, until she heard the sound of the beauty's heartbeat start to mess, and then continued: "For example, why do born humans always hold chopsticks with their left hand after they are sensible, why do they sleep with their right side, and why do they ...... These are all aspects of behavioral research. ”

"Hmm." The elven beauty felt that her body was starting to get hot, her vision began to blur, and she only heard Delsa's murmuring, almost bewitching, in her ears: "Actually, I have solved a mystery, why there is no love between elves and elves." ”

"Why......" The elf beauty didn't ask, and an object rudely gagged her cherry lips.

The story that follows is not suitable for children.

In a few words: The First World War began.

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