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The bow of the five elven kings

"Are you Otto, or Moran?" Someone whispered behind my back.

I looked back and saw a white-fanged Phem, swinging his sword at the demons behind me. Only when no one is there in private do I, Hamlet and Jenny call each other's real names. In the Shadow Pirates, Hamlet's name is Otto, Jenny's name is Jane, and my name is Moran.

"I'm Moran, why are you here?"

"The location of the ambush came to mind. If it hadn't been blocked, we would have been earlier," said Pam with a grin, as if at a bar.

"I heard someone shouting 'Immortal God of War'" I hesitated for a moment, "Is it ......"

"Who but the God of War can stop Lance's arrows?" At the mention of the Immortal God of War, Pym immediately refreshed, "Man, if it weren't for his arrow, you would have been finished just now."

The appearance of the immortal god of war, Vlaren, was something neither we nor the demons expected. His arrival made the raid on military rations a success. More than half of our brothers were killed or wounded, Hamlet, Haoson and I were all badly wounded, but fortunately nothing happened to Jenny.

At first glance, Flarenre was terrifying, his bronzed face covered in scars. Although I don't have a good impression of the Southern Empire, this man's hearty speech and action are very much to my appetite. My brothers were thrilled to see the legendary god of war, so when Flarenle invited us to his city of Steel, they looked at me expectantly.

Hamlet and I politely declined the invitation. If they find out that Jenny, the first heir of the empire, is among us, none of us will make it out of the city alive. The god of war, Vlaren, didn't mind if we refused his invitation, saying that as long as he rebelled against the demons, he would always be his good friend. However, he also said that Hamlet and I had a good fighting spirit but not enough martial arts, and while we were resting in the forest that night, he taught us a few ways of swordsmanship.

Maybe the martial arts he taught were too difficult, and I didn't learn them all the way.

Despite wearing a mask, Jenny's charm is hard to hide. Many Terran generals are very attentive to the sorceress who can emit holy light, and even the god of war pays great attention to her, saying that she is elegant like a nobleman. Jenny said lukewarmly that everyone should be equal, and that nobles should not be more noble than untouchables. After hearing this, the god of war looked at her in surprise for a long time, and then looked thoughtful.

I couldn't help but ask the Immortal God of War how he could resist Lance's arrows, that guy could attack a distance of 1,500 meters. The god of war smiled. He showed me his Moon Shadow Bow and said that in addition to martial arts and fighting energy, artifacts can also increase attack power. If he changed his bow, Lance's attack range would not exceed a thousand meters. However, he was holding an artifact handed down by the elves - the bow of the elven king.

It is said that hundreds of years ago, the demons conquered the elves by force, and many of the elves' treasures fell into the hands of the demons, including the former elven king's divine bow. The bow was dark purple in color, covered in magic patterns, and the arrows emitted were as fast as light, and the attack power was amazing. The only longbows that can compete with it on the entire continent are the Moon Shadow Bow of the God of War and the long-lost Neon Feather Bow. If I steal the bow of the god of war, it doesn't seem like a friend. But if the Elven King's Bow falls into my hands, I'll have to chase after Lance. Imagining myself holding the bow of the Elven King high and chasing the demons around, I was extremely excited.

Every autumn, when the maple leaves are the redtest, it is the Demon Race's Horse Racing Festival. After the fall of Delphi, the biggest horse racing festival of the demons was held in Delphi City. The festival usually lasts for three days, when the famous horses and aristocrats of the cities gather in Delphi, and the first two days are dedicated to the speed of the horses and the riding skills of the riders. Unmarried girls in the city wear elaborately decorated hats and dress up to watch horses in the suburbs. The nobles of the city formed a judging panel and judged the ten beautiful girls with the most chic hats. The third day is when the real party happens. Ten winning riders and maidens with the most beautiful hats would be paraded around the city and then invited to the king's aristocratic banquet.

Of course, all this is the preserve of the aristocracy and has nothing to do with the poor.

Jenny told me that at the king's banquet, no weapons were allowed to be brought and no magic was allowed. All men wore a gown with a bow tie and a white gold brooch, and women wore silver beads encrusted with precious stones. If you meet someone you like, you will give a brooch or beaded flower to show your love.

Hamlet has laughed at me many times, saying that every time I mention the bow of the elven king, it proves that I was born to be a thief. When I decided to steal the bow at the horse racing festival, he just said lightly, let's go, it's rare that you have a fancy for something. This time Jenny used magic to change the color of our hair and eyes, and we dressed up as the village nobles who were contesting, without masks, and swaggered into the city.

The map that Meyer Sr. had given us came in handy again, and we were able to find Lance's home without incident. It was a gorgeous little palace, to be exact. Because the elves have much better hearing than the Terrans, and we can't beat Lance, we don't dare to run into their house rashly. Wandered around town for a few days. On the third day of the festival, we went around his palace very early and waited for him to go out.

We were surprised to find that there were many people gathered in front of their homes, young men and women. They also came here before dawn. Is everyone playing with the idea of this bow?

The sun has risen very high. Two pairs of elven guards escorted a magnificent open-top carriage slowly out of the gate of Lance's house. The owner of the carriage was dressed in a dark green gown, and his long flaxen hair fluttered harmoniously in the breeze. He leaned leisurely against the rails and nodded gracefully to the gathered crowd. The girls around him cheered excitedly and threw flowers and silk handkerchiefs at his carriage.

Lance was happy because he was the focal point of the whole city.

I was also glad to see that Lance had gone out without any weapons, and that none of his attendants were carrying the bow that was said to be dark purple. As Reims' carriage turned, I saw him for the first time. The royal blue eyes, the face as smooth as the full moon, the leisurely and luxurious expression, and the slightly pursed lips with a bit of rebellion, reminded me of the battle angel statue in the water temple.

"The little white face is really good," Hamlet muttered quietly. Although I hate demons very much, I don't admit that I have never seen such a beautiful and handsome man. This guy has a big background, high martial arts, and is so handsome, I suddenly felt a little sour, and said in my heart that if I can't steal your kid's bow, I won't call it a "shadow thief".

The onlookers followed his carriage in the direction of the palace. We walked around to his house, looked around to see if there was no one, and waited for an opportunity to turn into the courtyard. Reims's garden did not have Lawrence's neat lawn and fountains, but was full of lush trees, with unknown vines entwined around the trees, sparse flowers and plants under the trees, and many mossy marble statues scattered throughout the garden. I love his garden very much, so many trees are a good shade and it is much easier to steal things.

In the evening, we happily carried the bow of the Elven King and a pile of jewels that we had copied by hand back to the station. The only regret is that none of us can pull it away.

The old man threw off his arms and tried several times, and finally his face turned purple eggplant. He sneered that the bow had been enchanted and that it would be up to the old mole to solve it when the moon was full.

"The pattern is beautiful, but the whole bow looks sad," Jenny said gloomily as she studied the magic on the bow. As she said this, I suddenly noticed that the strings of the Elven King's bow trembled.

Maybe it was my eyes, but the bow hung in my tent anyway, and I didn't move it a second time until the next full moon night came.

In the watery moonlight, the old mole circled the bow a few times, and then came to the despicable conclusion that only elves could have it. Then he gave me a smug look, and said that since he was already a Night Elf, if he could pull it away, the bow should belong to him.

Before I could reply, the old mole master began to chant the elven's incantation, reaching for the translucent bowstring. The bowstring suddenly brightened, and the light illuminated the entire bow like flowing mercury. The old man couldn't help but shout, "Okay! ”。 Before the words fell, the condensed light on the bowstring actually bounced back, knocking the unsuspecting Master Meyer more than ten meters away, lying face down on the mud floor.

This bow is very evil, don't touch it again! The old mage rose to his feet with red faces and shouted a warning to us.

"Maybe it's the curse of the demons on the bowstring, I'll use the holy light to probe", Jenny couldn't bear to let me down, and gathered a ball of holy light attached to the bow.

The bow seemed to be asleep, and there was no reaction at all. Jenny thought about it for a moment, and then used the elven magic 'Pure Light', shining the bowstring with silver magic light. Suddenly there was a night breeze in the mountains, blowing up countless fallen leaves and dead branches, and a burst of mournful music sounded on the bowstrings, as if a ghost was singing a bleak elegy in the air. Jenny was distracted for a moment, and the palm of her hand was grazed by the bowstring, and blood immediately flowed down the bowstring all over the bow.

We and the old man pounced on us to pull Jenny away from the bow, but we were all stunned by what happened next.

The bow flew out of Jenny's hand and slowly floated into the air.

We saw the vision, and in the vision, there was another Lance.

Six nobles

I wrote a letter to Lance in the words that Jenny taught me. In the letter, I didn't say anything polite to this kid, and asked him to bring five hundred colored diamonds, three sets of super-grade pure gold elf protective armor, and a single horse to redeem the bow.

The time is about the next full moon night, on the wisteria spring in the Basket Moon Forest, there is an old mole present, and I am not afraid of Lance.

Lance was bold enough, and sure enough, he rode alone on the silverwing pegasus to Wisteria Springs. Old Mole and Centaur were already lying in ambush nearby, and Jenny and Hamlet and I, wearing masks and carrying the bow of the Elven King, came to the spring.

"Thief, I brought what you wanted." Lance coldly pointed to a large bag of things on the ground and said in disgust.

"Actually, we don't want your treasure, I just want you to do one thing for me", I replied angrily, the boy was arrogant from head to toe.

The more arrogant he is, the more unpleasant I see him. The bow that he had stolen with great difficulty had to be returned to him, which was the only thing that a fool could do.

However, I must return this bow to him, because, these days, Jenny and I read a piece of the history of the elven kingdom.

"What do you want, hurry up, I'm busy!" Lance replied with a grunt. It could be seen that he was reluctant to give up the bow of the Elven King. From the moment he saw us, his eyes had been on Jenny's back.

Jenny stepped forward slowly and said softly, we don't want anything you bring, just like something for you to see, whether you believe it or not, I hope you will read it patiently. She drew her dagger and slit her fingers, carefully dripping the blood from her fingertips onto the bowstring.

The blood-stained bowstring quickly turned translucent white and completely turned into a crystal red, and with the naked eye, you could see countless tiny ruby-like crystals flickering and flowing rapidly in the bowstring!

The dark purple bow body also exudes that gorgeous red, and the entire bow body is dazzlingly red.

The red light began to rotate around the bow, forming a columnar body of light. The color of the light body fades from crimson to light pink, and finally forms a silvery-white mirror. There were fierce fights in the mirror, and one of them turned out to be Lance, who was carrying the bow of the Elven King!

Lance floats in mid-air on a Pegasus, facing a demon with three pairs of black wings behind him. The demon clan waved the sword in his hand, and the rich black qi continued to pour out from the blade of the sword, turning into black pythons, opening their mouths and rushing towards Lance. Lance held a silver spear, and a white fighting spirit shot out from the tip of the spear, smashing the black python to pieces.

On the battlefield beneath them, hundreds of elves and thousands of demons fought together. On the ground, there are countless corpses, elves and demons, shoulder to shoulder.

Lance was surrounded by a dark purple glow, and the black fighting aura of the demon general was hovering outside the purple light barrier, unable to get close to Lance. Lance's spear was also blocked by the black fighting energy, and it couldn't hurt the demon general.

Just as they were at a stalemate, two silver-winged pegasus horses entered the frame, and the generals on the horses were both silver helmets and silver armor. But judging by their pointed ears and handsome looks, I think they're elves too.

"Your Majesty, leave it to us to clean him up!" The general on the horse shouted, and Pegasus floated behind Lance left and right.

"The person on the screen is not you, it's the legendary Elven King", I disdainfully explained to Lance. The people in the picture are more handsome than him, and there is a little more tranquility in his eyes and a little less confusion.

The preoccupied Elven King greeted the elves who came to support him, removed the purple light around his body, and put his two subordinates into the enchantment. The elven near the Elven King drew his spear like a gale......

The next moment, the bloody spear tip emerged from the Elven King's chest...

"Why?" The Elven King let out a roar. In his angry gaze, the sword of Demon Marshal Andre struck him in the abdomen and chest again.

Handsome, tall, brave, and near-perfect elven kings fall from the sky and fall into the dust.

The demon general and the two elves surrounded him in horns. The blue-eyed elf took off his helmet and bowed deeply to the elf king on the ground. "Your Majesty, the Council of Elders has made a peace agreement with the demons, and there will be no more wars in our forests."

"It's a pact to be someone else's slave! Do you think that peace is really so precious that it is worth being slaves of the elves in exchange for being shackles? The Elven King rebuked indignantly, and the Elven King's bow behind him was stained with his blood and turned as red as amber.

Another white-haired and white-bearded elf stepped forward and said respectfully, "Your Majesty, the Council of Elders has declared a peace agreement, and we have chosen Elder Rolna as the new king. After the signing of the peace treaty, the demons will not set foot in our forests and temples again."

"New king, it turns out that I have been deposed" The Elven King's eyes suddenly dimmed, and everyone could see how much pain he endured, "The Great Sacrifice of Madora, for more than eight hundred years, don't you still understand the meaning of the temple inscription?" You have kept the forest and the temple, but you have destroyed the freedom of all the elves! ”

An elf wearing a golden crown slowly walked out from behind the forest and into the eerily calm battlefield. In the angry eyes of the elven warrior, he spoke eloquently, "Your Majesty, as your successor, I will do my best to protect the forest we have lived in for generations. Although we still have to fight for the demons, at least our women and children, including Her Majesty the Queen and your children, can live safely and away from the war. ”

The Elven King untied his bloodstained bow from his back and handed it to the new king like a baby. Blood gushed out of his wounds like a fountain of water, and I saw signs of life slowly fade from his face.

"Now that you have chosen a new king, I respect your choice. This bow has been with me for many years, and I hope you will give him to my son. It's stained with my blood, and only my son can pull it apart. The Elf King coughed up a mouthful of blood and sighed softly, "Unfortunately, I can't see it." ”

Stained with the blood of the Elven King, the blood-colored longbow slowly fell into the new Elven King's hand in the red light. The image in the mirror was completely gone, and suddenly, I felt the night wind chill to the bone.

The voice of the Elven King was heard in the void. The voice suddenly became very gentle and kind.

"My child, I seal the truth in the divine bow that has been passed down from generation to generation. Only the blood of kings and the magic of elves at the same time can open my memories. Elves are always free, and only free elves are real elves. ”

"Your own path, you choose. Remember, a person's nobility does not come from his blood, but from his deeds" The light of the longbow suddenly vanished and slowly fell to the ground.

The mirror image of the longbow dissipated.

Jenny chanted the elven spell softly, and the Elven King's bow flew towards Lance like wings. "With your blood and the spell of pure light, you too can open the memories of King Lott once again. That's what we want you to see. You can go," Jenny said calmly.

Lance stood there like a sculpture, not speaking, not taking the Elven King's bow floating in front of him.

We turned back and walked deeper into the forest. Actually, I really feel a little sorry for Lance, who has been stupidly calling his enemies dad for hundreds of years, and I don't know how sad he will be when he learns the truth.

The wind behind me was strong, and I instinctively turned around and punched. In a flash of silver, Lance's Pegasus kicked at me. It's too despicable to attack us after taking a bow! I didn't have time to draw my sword, so I rolled on the spot and dodged the horse's hooves. Pegasus is on one side, and the wind sweeps Hamlet's neck like a sword with the wind in his left wing. Hamlet jerks back, and the wingtips of the Pegasus rub a trail of blood on his chest.

Lance leaned over the horse, reached out and hooked Jenny's waist, swept her onto the horse's back, and soared into the air.

The frightened Jenny didn't have time to cast her magic, struggling desperately on horseback, screaming. Meyer and the old man appeared at the same time, but Pegasus flew too high for the centaur to attack, and Sid Meyer did not dare to use deadly magic for fear of hurting Jenny.

I stood up against the tree, drew my sword, and leaped up, and a pure white sword aura flew out from the tip of my sword, heading straight for the wings of Pegasus. This is the sword art taught to me by the immortal god of war, Vlaren, I have never learned it, and in the midst of the crisis, it actually emerged from the bottom of my heart on its own.

Lance slapped Pegasus to avoid it, but met another ray of light. It was Hamlet's sword aura, and he shattered Pegasus's wings. Lance was shunned from Pegasus, and fell to the treetops with Jenny in his arms, and a piece of something fell from mid-air with Pegasus's body. In the moonlight, I could see that it was Jenny's mask.

"Kill this kid, he sees Jenny's face!" I yelled at the old mole in a hurry.

Master Meyer completed a lag spell that shrouded Lance in the middle. In the light cage, Lance slowly descended to the ground. As soon as the magic light disappeared, I was as angry as a cheetah, and I threw Lance, who had not yet reacted, to the ground, and punched him.

This kid sneaked up behind and teased Jenny, so he was very weak and didn't dare to fight back. It's no wonder if I don't kill you! I said in my heart, my hands and feet continued to work harder, and while fighting, I scolded this pervert.

Someone hugged my arms. I looked back and saw that Hamlet and the old man were trying to pull me away. "Didn't you see him molesting Jenny?" I yelled angrily at the two idiots.

The two guys suddenly looked at me strangely and smiled. Old Meyer came over and said that it was Jenny who asked me to let him go. I turned around and saw Jenny standing there with a red face. Lance, with a blue nose and swollen face, got up and smiled evilly at me.

They are all stupid, and they actually want to turn enemies into friends. If this little white face can be trusted, there will be no liars who lie all day.

"I unmasked her just to prove that the mirror image of the bow was not a hoax". Lance, whose face was covered in blood, bowed to me and explained in a low voice.

"I didn't expect the queen of the Kamo Bowl Empire to hide here. I swear in my father's name that I will not tell anyone the whereabouts of the Queen! Lance pressed his hands to his chest and swore gracefully to God.

Jenny nodded in promise, smiling like a flower.

I understood that Jenny and Lance were both nobles and that they identified with each other. And I'm just a cleaner who grew up in the slums of Delphi City. In Jenny's eyes, she can never compare with Lanceby.

But the Elven King said it well, what is noble is a person's deeds, not his bloodline.

At that moment, I "regained" my senses. He took two steps back, put his hand on his chest, and bowed to Lance, "Your Excellency Lance, I want to duel you." If you value the honor of your nobility, take up the sword".

This is the chivalric etiquette that the old mole taught me. According to the rules of their bullshit aristocracy, if I give a salute, Lance can't refuse.

"You are my benefactor, I am not qualified to duel with you", Lance's behavior was once again beyond my expectations,

"So do you really believe in the mirror image you see today?" I was still not very comfortable with him, and asked sharply.

"I've only seen Rolna and Madora in the elves' palaces. They never leave the forest of the elves, and you cannot make them like. André said that I was an abandoned elf, and that he had this bow by my side when he picked me up on the battlefield. Tears glistened in the corners of Lance's eyes.

"Where are you going?" Jenny, blushing, whispered.

"Revenge." A cold glint flashed in Lance's eyes. He bowed to us again and thanked us, saying that he would definitely repay us in the future. Then he came to Jenny, knelt down on one knee, and kissed the back of Jenny's hand.

"I will definitely come back to visit Her Majesty," Lance said, taking his longbow and slowly walking into the depths of the forest.

"Just let this kid run," I muttered unwillingly as I looked at his back.

"Why do you guys find someone to duel at every turn, are you afraid of dying unhappily!" Jenny turned her head and shouted at me.

"Jenny, pay attention to the image of the king!" The old mole reminded me loudly, turned his head and glared at me, "You brought her badly, such a quiet princess..."

"I may not lose, and he may not win", I muttered quietly, too lazy to meet the old man and the little girl. There was a tingling pain on the back of his hand, Lance, this guy, his bones are so hard.

Ten days later, news came from the eyes of Delphi that Lance had run away from home and defected to the undead god of war, Vlarenel. After all, he didn't have the courage to kill André and avenge his father, the old elf king Lot.

In the spring, Lance visits Jenny again and gives her a black mask carved with a unicorn. He said that it was a magical mask made by the Elven Sacrifice, which could resist all dark magic. Once put on, no one can take it off except the owner of the mask.

"If you don't wear a mask one day, I can consider fighting you again." As he was leaving, Lance suddenly turned around and said to me.

"Cut, if you don't have a mask, you are welcome to come to me at any time", I coldly replied.

Lance was stunned, carried the bow of the Elven King, and left.

He couldn't see the smile on my face hiding behind a black mask.

He laughed at me for wearing a mask all day long, and I didn't dare to show my true face. Unbeknownst to him, he himself was wearing a mask, a mask made with pride and a smile.

In these turbulent times, each of us wears a mask, some on the face and some in the heart.

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