"If you really see the corpse of the rebellious king, what are your plans?" Thor asked casually.

"Feed the maggots, burn the charcoal." There was a hint of formulaic hatred on Nilu's expressionless face.

In fact, not only him, but every elf probably has this mood in their hearts for the rebellious king.

Later scholars have tried to explain the various deviant behaviors committed by Bitalis.

The Elven royal family has always had a bad habit similar to that of the dwarves. It is a union of close relatives, the difference is that the dwarves are a slave class at that time, purely involuntarily, the result of human interference, while the elves purely pursue a pathological "beauty" to the extreme.

For women, the more delicate the better, it is best to blow down like a purple hyacinth in the night breeze, and the skin is best to achieve a translucent color in the sun. The fingertips can even see through the delicate bones when the light is strong.

Men are even more outrageous, thousands of years ago, the most standard dress of elf male aristocrats was pale as a ghost, scarlet lips, long and slender eyebrows, and even in the aristocratic genealogy at that time, several different noses were distinguished according to the degree of towering arc. It is no wonder that later generations commented on that morbid period as: "Everything is done to distinguish the high and the low, and even the human flesh has become a measuring hand, and a deformed pursuit spreads to the whole of the Gwell Forest......"

In this way, the disadvantages of inbreeding are revealed, not only all kinds of genetic diseases such as maggots on the tarsus, but also the malformation of premature birth, congenital dementia, and heart loss have made the blood of the elf emperor once on the verge of extinction. Bitalis was not a victim of this strange bloodline, it is said that since he was fifteen years old, he even woke up every day to remind him who he was, after the age of twenty-five, Bitalis wearing a crown severed all his bloodlines except his only son in rebellion, and overnight, the elves with similar blood to Bitalis were summoned to his dungeon one by one, Bitalis was disheveled, his pale and ghostly thin face was twisted, and he walked away with his sword in a strange smile, slashing their necks one by one, To this day, the site is said to be full of cries and pleadings at night.

I heard that there was also a cry of rage, which was the moment when the jailer, frightened by the bloody hell in front of him, tried to run away to inform the others, and was stabbed in the back rib by Bitalis's sword.

However, since the fight, because the only remaining Bitalis seedling has not left a bloodline due to physical reasons, the elves have abolished the habit of inbreeding, and the bloodline of the later elf king has been continued from a genealogy that was estranged and immortal.

Later, Bitalis personally ignited the fire that made future generations choke, and the "Garden of the Gods" as a divine object born for thousands of years, even in the Dragon Calamity period, it was still desperately protected by the elven royal family, and failed to become the ration of the wooden dragon, but in the end it burned the No. 1 loser in the sky.

What's more, the actual role of this tree is far greater than its symbolic meaning, with this water source that produces divine power at regular intervals every year, the elves use this water to support a team of "royal court guards" whose innate ability far exceeds that of other races, which is equivalent to providing elite power with "artifacts" from generation to generation.

This kind of effect is not the effect of one or two artifacts. After all, the utensils are dead, but all the old Wang's "Judden" Thor's "Blue Smoke" and the little woman's "burning" and other swords, undoubtedly do not have part of the consciousness, in a sense, it is not that they have this weapon, but the legendary blade chose them, and even if someone else uses it, because of the lack of resistance consciousness and ability of the weapon, it will inevitably not be able to swing it to the perfection of the original owner. Its restrictiveness is not the same as the "Courtyard of the Gods" dedicated to cultivating descendants.

At the same time, not only the Golden Plains, but even the Hellswamp Inn, which is usually full of people, are full of all kinds of people, either silent or gloomy-looking, and there are also two major slave classes, dwarves and war demons. Appears as a mercenary or a slave.

The Hell Swamp, the stomach of the West Road, was completely saturated in just a few days because of a mausoleum.

Ingredients from other regions are placed on the grill, and the aroma of oil smoke shines through the chimney and lights along the street. The swamp of Hell is no longer pitch black.

"Girl, but which house slave? In the next vow to redeem himself...... "The oily-haired elf was bored because he had been sent to this ghost place, and he was overjoyed to see a beautiful dwarf walking by, and he had begun to fantasize about the girl in front of him smoking.

"Nits?" The red-haired and red-eyed dwarven girl stopped and smiled at the elf in front of her, but it was not as frivolous as he expected.

"You ......" the elf finally sensed the uneasiness, it was not the private slave of some acquaintance, the rabbit did not eat the grass by the nest, but ...... It's just a few nights, aren't everyone all physiological needs?

The oncoming words were instantly poured down like cold water: "Tell Nilu that the supply of medicinal herbs for this month by the Knights of the Crescent Moon will be temporarily allocated to the royal family of Yinzna......"

"You ......" Nit was furious: "Slave! How dare a lowly dwarf call my brother by his name? ”

Before the words fell, he kicked him out of the hotel more than ten steps away, Nite barely opened his mouth, and vomited black and red blood from his mouth, and a group of dwarves surrounded the girl, looking at Neet, his face was not good, and there was a tendency to open the frame if he didn't agree.

"You...... You wait......" Nit was furious, but there was no guard around him, so he had to scream in the wind.

"Remember to tell your brother, my name is Filnia," the girl's mocking voice was heard from behind him.