Hearing that most of the spiders had been killed by the orcs, she was a little surprised and asked, "Is that thing edible?" ”

"Orcs eat everything. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" Alaundelle with disdain.

"Oh~ When I beat them, there was a lot of white juice, maybe it tasted like bugs." She thought back that the insects were actually quite nutritious, but they looked ugly, and they were really muddy, and they ate them without telling them what they were.

All three had strange expressions, and Omrod almost didn't throw up.

Alain asked cautiously, "Cheng, have you ever eaten bugs?" Probably not, you don't have to eat food. ”

She smiled, walked to the bed and lay down, just drank a little wine, felt that her cheeks were a little hot, and held her forehead with her hand, with a little sleepiness: "Don't be rigid about what to eat, when you want to live, even if you are the same kind, you have to eat." I'm a little tired, so come and call me later when you need me. ”

She heard the slight sound of the three of them walking out and closing the door, and she was still lying there, her hands slightly on her forehead, her eyes closed. This alcohol is a bit strong, and my head is a little up. Or is it that she hasn't eaten for a long time, and the wine is absorbed very quickly?

The wine is most comfortable when it is slightly drunk, and when I was lying in a daze, I heard a male elf shouting outside the window: "What are you doing there... What, what are you gesturing for, I don't understand... ”

When she opened her eyes, she saw a male elf on the windowsill, gesturing to the people downstairs, meaning not to shout anymore.

But the elf downstairs obviously did it on purpose: "What, I don't understand, you speak well... ”

Still lying on the bed, too lazy to get up, closed his eyes, and said in a nasal voice: "Who~"

The male elf's voice was embarrassed and shy: "I wanted to put a flower on the windowsill, but I didn't expect you to be back... You are so beautiful ... ”

He is still wearing a gorgeous costume on his body, and he is still wearing the treasure of the Elf King around his neck, which is strange if he is not beautiful. If you wear a linen dress, will you still say that she is beautiful? A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth: "Don't be outside... ”

Before he could finish speaking, he heard that the elf had already jumped.

She deliberately continued slowly: "Be careful of falling down, or come in and have a glass of water." Well? Where it went, forget it. ”

Then I heard the male elf below shouting remorsefully, "Then I'll come up." ”

I don't know one of the others, but they all stopped: "It's all down, what are you going up to do... Forget it, don't go up... ”

"It's all you..." Before the guy could say it in embarrassment, he was coaxed and tricked away.

At this time, Alandelle came in, and must have heard it.

She stood up and walked to the windowsill, where there was indeed a red flower. It's not a rose, but it's nice to find a flower in this area.

Alain saw her twisting the flower, and said with a smile: "This is also a way for the elves to show their love." ”

"Put flowers on the windowsill?" She asked.

"Yes." Alain replied.

She gave the flowers to Aladel: "Flowers are one of the means of plant reproduction, equivalent to the child/palace of animals, so that they should not pick them again." I thank the flower giver for their kindness, but don't send it again, I accept the first flower, and I will get angry with the second one. ”

Hearing this, Alain was stunned for a moment, and watched her lie back down.

She closed her eyes: "Help me get a piece of clothing, whichever one." ”

Alain went out again, and came back after a while: "I took the clothes and let them be washed, and they all said they were not dry, they were still wet, and they only gave this one." ”

She gouged out her eyes and scorned them, and it was an all-black dress.

Alain felt that she couldn't go: "They must have done it on purpose, black is worn for funerals, and there is a banquet in the evening." Or just wear it, the king didn't say he would pay it back. ”

Maybe they did it on purpose, wanting her to make a fool of herself at night; Maybe it was Seanhill or someone who deliberately prevented her from returning the clothes.

She thought for a moment and said, "Put it next to you, I'll sleep first, and when it's almost time to start, you can wake me up again." ”

It was dark all of a sudden, and it was night again. When she followed Alaundelle into the courtyard with the fountain, her eyes lit up. There are many torches and bonfires to light up the yard. The water in the spray reflected the fire with a silver light, like a stream of silver with a red outer flame.

In the middle of the courtyard were a number of tables, and at the back of the table, Seinhill sat on the throne, with his son on the left and the seat on the right. Many elves were chatting and laughing softly in their places, while others took out their instruments to play.

There are about dozens of people here, all of them are blond haired, they should belong to the same line of nobles, there are no loud noises, only soft voices.

And she became the center of attention, and when she stepped in, almost all the elves who were talking stopped for a moment.

Alain whispered, "The king is waiting for you." ”

The spot seemed reserved for her, so she walked in with her head held high, without squinting, and without timidity, toward the main table. And what she was wearing was not a silver gauze mopping fairy dress, but a black mourning dress, and she didn't wear any "moonlight star" around her neck.

When Seinhill and his son sat together, they could immediately distinguish between high and low, ginger was old and spicy after all, and he was also smiling, and Eliras's smile was directly on his face; And the elf king is the corners of his mouth raised, usually he is happy and unhappy, he will be like this. One is relatively green.

The IQ development of the elves may be directly proportional to their age, and humans at this time may start a family at the age of thirteen or fourteen, and men have to take on the responsibility of the whole family. The elves, on the other hand, are barely adults at the age of 200, so they can squander their time. They usually pass the time by learning musical instruments, reading books, archery, etc. Even to the extent that I have so much time, I will sit by the fountain, quietly listen to the sound of running water all day long, and meditate on all kinds of strange questions.

In fact, thinking more is better than doing, the same blood clan, you can become a senior vampire in three hundred years, and your brain will become fine.

She walked over and sat down in the empty seats, although there were still many empty seats along the way, and maybe the other elves would sit timidly in the back, but she didn't want to. If someone wants to see how she reacts, then you shouldn't let them down.

After sitting down, Seanhill said meaningfully, "You really came here anyway." ”

She pretended to ask playfully, "That's really what Your Majesty meant?" ”

"Not what I meant." Seanhill picked up the wine and took a sip: "But I know, of course, I didn't stop it. ”

Looking at the gloomy faces of some female elves, they were obviously dissatisfied with the object of their affection. This time it's clothes, what else will be in the future?

In order to find a topic, she asked: "Your Majesty should have received the clothes and jewelry I sent back, and they should not be damaged, right?" "This has to be asked clearly, don't miss a gem on it in the future, and suspect that she has taken it before.

"Intact." Seanhill responded: "Actually, you can stay. ”

She smiled: "Clothes and jewelry are not suitable for me like this, compared to it, I am more curious, why is that jewelry called Moonlight Star, has there ever been a moon here?" ”

At this time, Seanhill was a little surprised: "Of course there were, but a long, long time ago, before I even came. It is said that the ancestors of the elves migrated to Middle-earth from the outside world and planted the Tree of Nature. The tree grows taller and taller, and finally obscures all the sun and moon. And this necklace was made when the dwarves were still around, when the trees had not completely covered the sky. ”

After finishing speaking, it seemed to carry a lot of memories, and the blue eyes were a little distracted: "I didn't expect that in just a few hundred years, the tree grew so fast, was it watered by the blood of demons, dwarves and elves... ”

It seems that this elf king also has a very good story, but she is too lazy to pursue the truth, this kind of history is her business.

Seanhill came back to his senses: "Do you want to drink?" ”

"Drink~" She grabbed the wine bottle and poured a little into the empty wine glass in front of her: "That's it, any more will be drunk, I wish the coming and the years that have been lost, do it first." "I craned my neck and drank all the wine in one gulp.

Seanhill smiled, but took a slightly larger sip.

She glanced around the place and saw Omrod sitting two or three tables away from her. It seems that this old man is indeed a little nobleman, maybe because he is young, so he is still far away... Dude can't help it, it's useless for you to look at it, this is the gap.

Since it can never be, it's better to never start. What doesn't care about eternity, just wants to have it, this kind of thing is irresponsible for her. She owes too much emotional debt and can't owe it anymore.

The melodious sound of the flute sounded, and a male elf came over with a long wooden flute, and played it beautifully.

Before he could appreciate it, another male elf with a guitar-like instrument also came over, and his technique was flexible, and he used a changeable melody to suppress the sound of the flute.

Not far from another table, a male elf asked, "Cheng, what kind of instrument do you play?" ”

Where would she know what kind of instrument, or a few broken barrels, and a "tattered drum beat" with a mallet?

With a twist of her mind, she responded: "If I have music here, there is only the screams of the enemy, the sound of swords clashing." ”

One of the elves smiled and said, "Eleras, just like your squad leader, Alain Elle, only cares about fighting. ”

It seems that Alain is really desperate and spends all her energy on fighting, which is why she says this.

Elleras just smiled and didn't answer, picking up the glass and drinking it in one gulp, drinking it as if it were water.

"No way." She sighed slightly: "In the dense forest, there are still His Majesty and the Prince, and there are so many warriors. And I'm out there, and I can only learn to survive before I can think about other things. ”

Omrod immediately stood up and raised his glass: "We salute the king with a cup, it is he who gives us stability and the fairyland of the dense forest." ”

The other elves stood up and raised their glasses in salute Seanhill. She only poured some wine and stood up, her lips dipped in wine and pretended. Seanhill sat there proudly, with a smile on his lips, and accepted the toast from the crowd. Apparently Omlord was not only patting her on the back, but also helping her change the subject.

The feast continued, and the table was full of vegetables and fruits. Although it is not easy to have relatively fresh and large vegetables and fruits in this environment, I still feel that these elves with an average height of more than 1.8 meters are all vegetarians, which is a bit pitiful. No wonder they are as thin as bamboo poles, eat without meat, and carry weapons to kill spiders all day long, how can they be fat.

In addition to eating and drinking, it is just chatting and music, which is a bit boring. She tried to ask, "Where is Ellendelle?" ”

Elleras didn't answer, but replied at the table next to her: "On the grass in the outer courtyard, she is with the wood elves. ”

It is said that Sean Hill stretched her beautiful face all of a sudden, but in fact, what kind of face was pulled, about two hours ago, she was still thinking about whether to sacrifice her son in order to keep her. Although it was not decided, it was considered.

She stood up and looked at Seenhill: "Let me be absent, I want to see the customs and customs of this place in general." ”

"Feel free." Seanhill tilted his head slightly, agreeing.

"I'll go with you." Eleras stood up.

Seinhill immediately straightened his face again, and Omrod stood up: "Please let me accompany you." ”

Before Eleras could speak, Seinhill said, "Then you go with her and entertain her." ”

"Yes." Omrod stood there and smiled at her.

Eliras had no choice but to give up and sit down again. Seeing that he also began to elongate his face, he was deeply worried about the future of this elf prince, his father must have thought that only fairies could be worthy of him, how to find this wife?

Omrod led the way, not looking ahead, but looking sideways at her with a smile.

To dispel any of the other party's thoughts as soon as possible, she said angrily: "What do you see, wearing the clothes you wore to attend the funeral, does you look like a plague god?" ”

"No, no." Omrod immediately retorted: "There are usually people who wear black, but they never wear it at a banquet, but I didn't expect that it is very special to wear it on this occasion." Cheng, you really have a special charm. ”

Charm? She sneered: "If I don't know how to fight, maybe this charm will be gone, just an inferior race." ”

This stopped Omurod, and after a long time, he said slowly: "No, Cheng, if you don't know how to fight, but you still wear this dress to the banquet, or walk all the way like this, I will also be fascinated." You are mysterious, and this mystery fascinates me, and many elves will fascinate as well. ”

She stopped and said to Omrod before she stepped into the meadow, "Curiosity kills, remember, I have a fiancé, I have a fiancé, I have a fiancé." Say important things three times, and I hope you can remember them, and remind other elves to remember them. ”

While Omrod was still thinking about how to respond, she had already strode into the meadow, walking towards the banquet of the wood elves not far away. (To be continued.) )