"Ignorant humans, all of us forest elves have united to establish a kingdom. Cream Xiaosheng hugged his arms and snorted coldly at the elven maids, "Since they are all relics of the old country, you should also quickly inform the master mother to migrate to the Hengduan Forest, instead of continuing to mingle with humans shamelessly!"

With the lord here, the little peppers in the high mountain castle were not polite at all, and they chirped back.

The voice of the prairie elf is more tactful than that of the yellow bird, even if it scolds people, it is like singing, and every wisp of it goes straight to the ears and eyes to tickle people's hearts.

Of course, they don't swear words when they swear people, but it's really bad. Compare each other to goblins in the wilderness, rats in the gutters, and sparrows in the dust.

Richard looked at the elven prince who came out of the poor ravine, his face turned from white to red, and the pimples on his forehead became more and more shiny.

This thing is also talking nonsense with open eyes and fooling others as fools.

The kingdom jointly established by the forest elves, the power pattern must also be laid by the forest elves, and it is not the same thing as the ancient elf empire at all. If any other elves go with the intention of restoring the glory of their homeland, they will surely find themselves only second-class citizens.

The relics of the same homeland belong to the same homeland, but in a life-critical matter such as the struggle for power, even the elves with relatively weak nature are not exempt from vulgarity.

If the steppe elves had been poor before, they might not have broken through, but now that they are living in the high mountain fort, how could they be willing to leave everything behind the fence.

"Willing to fall! Willing to fall!" "Little White Face was so angry that his lips trembled, "You are not worthy of being a pure-blood elf, you are just as cheap as a half-elf!"

The smile on Richard's face slowly faded, and he felt Anne's shoulders shake violently.

If a race has the longest lifespan, the most glorious history, the most handsome face, and the most outstanding elemental talent of all the intelligent races in the pan-continent, it is unique in painting, architecture, sculpture, etc., and is still highly sought after today.

Then they should be proud, and contempt for other races is inevitable.

And the elves are just such a race.

Therefore, in the eyes of the elves, the mixed-race descendants born from the union of different races are naturally extremely embarrassing.

A tribe like the steppe elves in a difficult situation is better, after all, they have eaten the beatings of life, and even the continuation is difficult to pay too much attention to, and they are more tolerant and acceptable to the half-elves.

Even so, Anne once half-jokingly said that her ears were really not good-looking. If only they could be a little more slender like a pure-blood elf, or completely become a human with round ears.

God is pitiful, the lord has never paid attention to such a trivial issue.

And according to one philosopher, there is an element of seriousness in any joke. This clearly means that even Anne herself is a little sensitive to the identity of the half-elf.

As for the forest elves, who don't usually have much contact with other races, it goes without saying that the discrimination will only get worse.

"Don't cry. Richard pinched Anne's nose slightly.

"Why...... Why do you say that half-elves are cheap," Anne looked up, her eyes swollen like peaches.

"In our elven kingdom, half-elves are only worthy of being coolies. Your presence in the world is a disgrace to the elves. ”

"You should be glad that it's the coronation time. There was an unusual calmness on the lord's face, as if it were the last moment before the storm, "So I'll just break your legs for a little punishment." ”

"Haha, it's up to you?" the little white-faced elf prince scoffed disdainfully.

The sound of footsteps came from far and near.

"This way. Vera led the way.

She was also there when she was shopping before, and as a human being, she didn't get the attention of the forest elves, so she sneaked away to move the rescuers.

Dracula was armed with at least forty or fifty soldiers, each armed with a wrist-thick beech stick. Their violent character was so obvious that the sheriff of Frishi followed him all the way but did not dare to stop him, and was so anxious that he almost hanged himself.

The forest elves were not idle, and there were also a large number of pointy-eared rangers who heard the news.

This time he led the team with a handsome cold elf, with a not-so-obvious cross-shaped scar on his cheek, and I don't know which opponent left him a medal.

Richard could tell he was a master, but he didn't care. And the other party looked at the lord of Gaoshan Castle, and there was irrepressible horror in his eyes—at his level, he could vaguely feel a little bit of desperate power!

"Your Majesty. Dracula was dressed in a jet-black gown, but her blonde hair shone in the sun, sickly and handsome.

Richard snorted and held up two fingers, "Two legs, give him a long memory." ”

"Just this tuberculosis ghost?" "As if he had heard some big joke, "Dominic, give him a lesson that he will never forget." ”

Before the cold elf handsome guy could speak, Dracula had already rushed up on tiptoe.

"In Lower Dracula. ”

Pitch-black liquid poured out of the ring, wrapping, flowing, shaped, combined, and intertwined across the body, and the spiky armor slowly closed until even the face was completely obscured.

At the same time, a Source Blood Sword took shape inch by inch in the palm of his hand, shimmering with a luster like a metal substance.

Obviously he can be regarded as a heavily armored swordsman, but his steps are as light as a cat, and there is not even a sound when he steps on the stone slab.

"In Lower Dominica. ”

Even if he didn't want to do it, he had no choice but to draw a delicate thin stabbing sword. His cultivation is actually very inconsistent with the traditional fighting spirit of the elves, and it is also a fire system.

The level itself is quite good, and the sword in his hand is really a treasure. The spine of the sword was inlaid with a stream of crimson crystals, and the slightest swing left a band of pink light in mid-air, lasting for a long time, as beautiful as a dream.

The lord's eyes were very vicious, and he could see at a glance that this was the Yaphisto Red Lotus Crystal, one of the most cherished magic gems. It can effectively enhance the purity of the fire type fighting qi, and this sword is enough for a mid-level swordsman to leapfrog and defeat the naked high-level.

Dracula swung his sword, and the two blades met each other.

The Source Blood Sword in his hand instantly shattered into dozens of pieces, turning into a long whip and throwing it out!

With his control of the source blood, Dracula's style of play can be very varied, and it is easy to suffer a loss if he is unprepared for the first contact, but Dominic's response is very exciting.

His waist was bent back like a noodle to avoid the long whip, and then it bounced violently, and his movements were simply more agile than those of the dancers. The sharpest point of the sword ignited a little fighting spirit, but the size of a grain of wheat was blazing and dazzling, piercing the opponent's chest.

It was clear that he was determined to win this sword. To avoid trouble, actively avoid the potentially fatal left chest and instead aim for the right chest.