"Maybe in the future...... Those who are dissatisfied with the status quo will make a comeback, but ...... Those should just be local wars!" said the old man with a look of unbelief and hesitation, "Maybe those gods will cause some trouble for us Terrans, but ...... It's just ringworm!Perhaps-- the Terrans will suffer some casualties against these gods, but I suppose ...... The dominance of this continent should not be a big problem...... It should still fall into the hands of our Terrans!"

"Do you really think so?" the skeleton smiled, "don't fool yourself—what is the situation on the mainland......?" If, as you say, human beings have the absolute initiative, then ...... Were you going to warn me to watch out for the guys who call themselves 'gods'?"

"This ......," the old man said embarrassedly, with some smugness, "I'm just asking you to pay attention to the strength of those gods—after all...... They're still strong!"

"Really?" the skeleton asked with a smile, and then directly waved his hand, interrupting the old man's words to "explain", and said directly, "There is no need for these imaginary things between us—what is the truth, I think...... I don't need to explain too much to you, do I?"

"Really?—...... That's it!" The old man smiled bitterly, a little tired, "but...... What if before the great war you spoke of - the elves once again appeared with a god-level combat power? I think...... At that time, the fate of the elves should be rewritten, right?"

"Gods again," the skeleton asked, in dismay, "what...... Can the gods continue to appear?"

"Theoretically...... There must be a limit to the number of gods!" said the old man, as if reminiscing, "I seem to remember...... I don't know which one of the powers said -- according to the ethnic group, normally every race can have a god......! When the gods appear, it means that this species has truly crossed into the ranks of the 'Supreme Race'......! When the gods of this group fall, the godhead left behind may cause the group to be able to give birth to a new god sooner!"

"So...... After all these years - the new gods of the elves...... Is it born?" After hearing the old man's words, the skeleton couldn't help but be stunned, and immediately asked in surprise—and then, after glancing at the old man's face, the skeleton answered the question he had just asked:

"You don't need to say it - I know it all! Elven ...... I don't think a new god has been born, right......? How could they be willing to retreat into the green forest?"

"Why not?" asked the old man with some strange curiosity, "anyway...... They are also a more peace-loving race - they stay in the green forest without strife...... Isn't that exactly what they wanted?"

"Perhaps......! Elves who love the forest - do they really want to stay in this forest for the rest of their lives?" said the skeleton with some sarcasm, "as long as it is a living thing...... Then he's going to have desires -- just look at what type of desires they have!"

"What do you mean to say...... The desire of the elves is to encroach on other forests?" said the old man with some hesitation, "This ...... ......Can't they? It should be the most peace-loving race - how could they have such a ...... What about the idea of fighting?"

"It's an encroachment...... Maybe it's a little inaccurate!" the skeleton sighed, as if with some emotion, "in their opinion...... This should be a kind of 'guardianship' - guarding their ...... Green Home!"

"Guard?" the old man frowned, as if he was a little puzzled, "but...... The other forests aren't the property of their elves?"

But in their eyes...... Are all the forests supposed to be their territory?—a 'righteous' thing in their eyes...... What is the contradiction with the 'peace' they hold onto?" the skeleton glanced at the old man with a smirk, and asked with some amusement, "just like human beings—they...... When did it really come to be the master of this continent? According to the origin of the race, this continent ...... Isn't it a private thing that doesn't belong to the human race......? After the Terrans have taken the leadership of this continent - haven't they made it their own private property?"

"This is different......" Hearing the skeleton's words, the old man hurriedly responded, but unfortunately, the skeleton waved his hand, directly interrupting the old man's prepared speech, and said with some forced eyes on the old man:

"If the Terrans don't treat this continent as their own private property, why ...... What about the sealing of other races, the expulsion of expulsions? Even if the remaining ethnic groups on the continent are left with the only way to 'surrender' in the end! If there are no strong ethnic groups that have submitted to the human race...... It is only a matter of being able to live in a corner and retain a negligible 'right of self-government!' -- not to mention that this is a historical necessity of inter-ethnicity!...... At that time, the Terrans did suffer a great 'hardship' at the hands of those aliens, but ...... If the Terrans can really ignore their past suspicions, with the current strength and power of the Terrans, even if they coexist peacefully with other races, it is not impossible to do it, isn't it......? Why didn't the Terrans do that......? Isn't it because the Terrans, in order to maintain their rule, have made this continent the private property of their own people - that has caused the present state of dire condition?"

"Perhaps...... You're right!" The old man smiled bitterly, then looked at the skeleton with some confusion and asked, "But even so, you don't need to count 'you Terrans' and 'you Terrans' in one bite, do you......?" Shouldn't you be the same as we are...... Is it also an ordinary human who belongs to the same Terran camp?"

"I ...... Of course I'm a Terran!" the skeleton was stunned, and quickly put away his somewhat angry tone, straightened his attitude, and then said slowly, pretending to be reserved, "What...... Don't I look like a Terran?" Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info)