Seenhill seemed to be looking at her as well, and after a while, he broke the silence: "The fruit of nature has a cure for your injuries?" ”

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Seinhill was a little puzzled: "The legend of the Demon Breaking Arrow is the mana that expels the demons, and your gods will also carry this kind of mana?" ”

"Legends may not be true, many weapons of the elves have the power to expel them." She had no choice but to ask quietly: "In addition to the demons, and me, the unlucky bastard, which god can witness the special nature of this arrow?" ”

As if not, Seinhill asked another question: "Since you Protoss exist, why didn't you appear in the previous Demon Slayer War?" ”

It's such a difficult question, why would she ask such a difficult question, could it be that she said, "I wasn't born at the time, and I'll ask them when I get back", such an answer will not satisfy Seanhill, and no one will be satisfied.

The demons are raging in Middle-earth, and the elves are leading all the people who can use them to fight up, while the gods are watching the excitement and even ignoring Middle-earth.

She could only reply like this: "When you fight the demons here, we also fight the demons in another world, how many you die, we only die there." That battle left our people unwell for a long time. "The doppelganger lacks skills, where can I get the extra strength to support you.

"Then how did you come here, and why did you come?" Seanhill asked again.

All of them are super difficult questions, and one wrong answer needs to be made up for with more lies. She remembered the illustration from the book: "Actually, you also know that we exist, why did you never leave Middle-earth to come to us?" ”

When Seinhill smiled, she replied on her behalf: "Because you, like us, do not want to easily leave the environment you are accustomed to and go to an unknown world. Except for mana, our technology is not much stronger than yours. It was also very fortuitous that came over, because the experiment of a new project failed, and we were sucked into the world. ”

The next question is definitely ... Seanhill asked, "Are you still ready to go?" ”

"How to get there?" She pretended to have a bitter look: "Even if you add everyone's mana and open a spatial hole, you may not be able to return to the original world, what if you go to other worlds?" And if the ancestors of the elves can migrate here from us, they should also have a way to go back. So we plan to find a place to settle down here, and if there are elves who want to leave Middle-earth, we can go together. ”

I really admire myself, I am so familiar with this kind of nonsense, and it is seamless. Otherwise, why help a group of people who are leaving?

Seinhill's eyes flickered slightly, the corners of his mouth still had a light smile on his lips, and he said leisurely: "The tree of nature bears fruit every month, and the seeds are sprinkled when the fruit is fully ripe. If you want to eat the fruit instead of the seeds, you have to pick them before you sow them. It takes about two days to climb the tree, so as soon as you see the first fruit falling from the branches, you're good to go. ”

He took a breath and held back the excitement in his heart, but instead used the same faint tone as just now: "Two days... ”

The smile on the corner of Seenhill's mouth became stronger, and the way he smiled was really beautiful, and a little playful, he was really a beauty with a lot of expressions, not a wooden beauty with a mere appearance: "When you don't know the intention of the comer, you must be reserved." Although I don't know how this bitter, astringent, and simply hard-to-swallow fruit can restore your mana, it is clear that you are our friend and not our enemy. ”

Sure enough, there are elves who will still climb up, now it's okay, the elf king will definitely help, and it only takes two days.

"According to the time when the tree species fell last time, the nearest time is when the tree fruit is ripe, up to three days. When the time comes, I will arrange for two or three elves to go up with you, and this tree is not difficult for us and the Protoss of your ability. "Seanhill's words are simply so gratifying, after waiting so long, the goal can finally see the hope of completion.

"Thank you!" She thanked her heartily. If you say thank you, let's say it now, when the time comes, you may never see this peerless elf king.

"Actually, I have one more thing I want you to help with." Seinhill's right hand, slowly stretched out from the open robe, and the slender white fingers held a sword: "This sword has a special meaning, no one touched it for a long time after its owner died, and when I wanted to pull it out, it could no longer be drawn, and the other elves were helpless." You can repair my father's sword, and hopefully help get it out as well. ”

"Please don't smash or knock it, and don't burn it with fire, just pull it out." The corners of his mouth were still smiling, and his eyes were as bright as stars: "I'm in trouble." ”

The requirements are really high, and it's a sword again, when she is a sword master? He took the sword, and judging from the exquisite scabbard, it belonged to the class of light swords, but it was two feet five long.

Two feet, many elves will choose to wear a sword of this size, and only the elves who are relatively tall, which are more than one meter eighty-five tall and belong to the king's close guard level only wear a three-foot long sword. The three-foot sword is already very long, and most of them are only used as decoration and for pulling the wind.

And there are very few people who can wear a five-foot long sword like the elf king and his father, and the five-foot long sword is suitable for slashing and killing in the battle of the army, and it is generally placed in the armory and taken out during a big war. Only the elven king, who is so tall that ordinary elves need to look up to him, can run around as an ordinary sword. If according to her figure, the five-foot long sword is as high as her eyebrows, so it can be used as a crutch.

Looking carefully at the sword in his hand, this kind of two-foot-five light sword is rarely seen, neither long nor short, it is strange whether the spirit who uses this sword wants to be used for hand-to-hand combat or charging into battle.

It's better to cultivate the sword first, there is no reason to refuse at this time, but people want to assist in completing the task together, this kind of "effortless" thing, help do it.

Holding the scabbard in one hand and the handle in the other, he pulled it out forcefully without moving. What is the reason why the sword cannot be drawn and rusted? The elven sword can be stainless for thousands of years in the air, which should not be the reason.

After thinking about it, she closed her eyes... The hand grasped the handle of the sword again, and the mana that had just recovered was withdrawn from the palm of the hand little by little, penetrating into the sword... Feel, feel every inch of the sword ... Something seals the gap between the sword and the scabbard, and I don't know what it is, so let it dissolve and loosen it...

"Zi~Zi~Zi..." The sword was drawn little by little with her hand, making a slight grinding sound. She didn't dare to breathe, she held her breath, closed her eyes, and was engrossed in the unity of the sword and the sword, so that the sword was full of her mana and thoughts.

It should be many, many years since I saw the light of day.,Come out.,Let everyone see.,What are you like.。。。

Well, the sword is halfway drawn, and the next thing should be fine. She opened her eyes, gasping for air, and Seanhill, who was in front of her, star-studded blue eyes widened, and looked at her with a solemnity that she had never seen before.

She tugged at the corners of her mouth, her arms slowly spread, and her sword was finally drawn.

The sword had a lot of dark powder on its body, and it dropped a lot after being pulled out.

She threw down the scabbard, flicked her fingers on the blade of the sword, and immediately resounded the sound of Jin Ming vibrating, and fell one after another with the vibration: "What is this?" "It's this thing that is clumped between the blade and the scabbard, and it is very hard, like a stone, and it is blocked. There is no need to knock and smash and use fire, it is all driven into powder by mana, and then it is extracted.

But there was no sound, and as soon as I looked up, I saw that Seanhill's handsome expression had lost its original mask, it was very complicated, indescribable, surprised, even stunned, and there was something indescribable in his eyes.

She was confused by this expression, and she also felt a little up and down in her heart, and cautiously reminded: "The sword, pull it out." ”

The Elven King slowly stretched out his hand to catch the sword... I don't know if it's because the sword that hasn't been drawn for many years has been repaired, I'm too excited, or what, I actually grabbed her hand together.

This time it was her turn to open her mouth slightly, and she stared blankly at the beautiful slender hand like her master who was holding her hand holding the sword, and the electricity generated when the skin touched made her heart tremble.

I don't know if it's lucky or unlucky, this third type of contact is not long, the elf king slowly took the sword from her hand, and said elegantly and softly: "Thank you, you can go and rest." ”

Looking at the elf king standing in front of him, the disparity in stature felt that although he was not as strong as the dwarven comparison, the difference generated huge pressure. If you hadn't been dealing with higher-stature gods often, you would have been used to the pressure difference and would have been ashamed of yourself.

As if he didn't want to speak any more, he looked at her, and watched as she nodded slightly in her farewell and turned away. When she walked out, she could still feel those starry eyes behind her back.

After walking out, she came back to her senses a little, how did she feel that this thing was clueless. Well, that's when she repairs swords. He raised his eyebrows and went on doing his own thing.

When I returned to the room, I found that my teammates were not there, and I was about to go out to look for them, when a guard came over and said that all my teammates had gone to help with the dinner.

Teammates are not so kind, and go to help to get more information. First helped, then drank together, and when the drink was happy, the elf didn't ask what to say, and even more things.

She went back to her room and lay down on the bed, all her mind was about Seanhill's beautiful face, holding her hand... Sighing slightly, it is indeed too beautiful, even if I have seen such an incomparable beauty as Hades, when a beauty stands alive in front of me, I am still impressed by this beauty. I really don't know what kind of parents need to be able to give birth to such beautiful creatures. I don't know what his late wife looked like, but it's a little certain, although Elleras doesn't look as good as his father, she still inherits the bloodline, and it depends on how time will accumulate.

After using some mana, a little tired, he fell asleep in a cranky thought, and waited until Alain walked in and told her to go to the dinner.

Sure enough, this dinner party was all on the grass regardless of status. All the tables and chairs were moved there, and several bonfires were lit, which housed nearly a thousand elves.

It's similar to what she thought, although there is no class, but most of them are grouped according to small circles. But there are also wood and water elves chatting with each other, no, Eleras is here.

"What about Omrod?" Alain was looking left and right.

"He's got something, come later." Elleras replied.

Alain joked, "When did he have so many things?" It's better to say that he is not feeling well, during this time, his face is always gray and he is listless in doing things. But when patrolling outside, the spiders seem to have a deeper hatred. ”

"Oh ~ don't say it again." Elleras reprimanded, and then said to her, "Give him some time." ”

Alain said with a smile: "It's not easy to get out of love. ”

Now Ayleras only had to look at Alaindale, and then looked helplessly, it was useless to say it anyway.

"Drink, drink, drink, oh~" There was a cheer from the side.

She turned her head to see Gordon drinking with an elf, each holding a barrel and pouring it up.

"Drink with elves!" Alain was amazed.

"Elves have a good amount of wine?" She asked softly.

"I don't need to talk about it." Alain said with a smile, her face flushed by the light of the bonfire: "It's no problem to have a bucket like this." ”

What the? By the way, in the movie, the elf prince Xiao Yezi drank several times, and said that things are called water in the elf clan.

The elves had a lot of energy, and after she drank a glass, her body was hot and her head was a little dizzy.

Hurriedly ran all the way over: "Gordon, don't drink." ”

"Okay~" A bucket has gone down.

The elf who was drinking with Gordon blushed and pointed at Gordon: "Okay, good amount of wine." "The tongues are big. The fingers were shaking with the body, and after shaking a few times, they fell down with the body.

"Oh, oh... The elf next to him rarely stomped his feet, clapped his hands, and applauded loudly.

Gordon, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and said with a full temperament: "Who else, it's no problem to have another bucket." ”

Seeing that there were already four empty barrels on the ground, this elf should have drunk two barrels, so Gordon also drank two barrels.

"Don't drink it." She dragged Gordon out.

"No, it's fine... Gordon's body began to shake as well.

"And said it was fine." She was so angry and funny that she couldn't help but pull away, and couldn't let him drink anymore.

"It's really fine." Gordon stopped, looked left and right, and held up a finger: "Look." ”

On his index finger, there was really a dripping liquid.

"This?" She stared.

Gordon lowered his head and said softly: "I've read a few oriental martial arts novels, and I can force the wine out." (To be continued.) )