"Does Regol have to go to the elves so late?"

Isha asked, slashing off a giant beast beside her. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThere was a slight tiredness between her eyebrows. I spent a whole day fighting Warcraft, and I didn't know how many wounds and stains I had on my body. But there was no one to help her, and she knew that this was her own trial, and she had nothing to complain about. What's more, if there is an opponent who is difficult to match, they will not stand idly by when their lives are endangered. What do you think?

"Well, something necessary has to be done today. ”

Regor and Cachino sat in a tree and watched Isa's embarrassed appearance, they all came here like this. There is nothing to complain about. Sasha must abandon the reserve that originally belonged to the aristocracy, and that will not survive. Even if she is a forgotten concubine, the Gong Bao family has no snubbing on her tutorials and the like. Therefore, Sasha is actually not much different from those noble children who are used to speaking out. They take the glory of the family as the center, enjoy the convenience brought by the family, and at the same time bear the responsibility of the family. But it's also very different. It's just that...... But there's no big difference. But that alone made her alien to the aristocracy. and even abandoned.

Aristocrats! They are born to love pleasure. Power, wealth, and glory, which others have longed for all their lives, are innate with them. Aristocrats, they are greedy and love all things good. Every nobleman is greedy and corrupt. Even the Hawkins family, who were loved by the poor and commoners alike for their incorruptibility, were no exception. Countless slaves were kept in captivity in their backyards. The elves, goblins, flying feathers, and even the powerful Celestial Clan and the Demon Clan. God has cursed this world, and the deepest, deepest part of this world is rotten. But God loves the world so much, and even then, the world is so perfect. God hates, loves, and ignores it. This is a punishment from God.

When such a chaotic world appears with such a bright and dazzling light, it is the time when this world is reborn. The angel of God left such a sentence and disappeared. Never again.

"Where's El? I haven't seen him since now. ”

After finally killing the beast, Isha sat on the ground weakly and asked.

"He went to prepare dinner. Sasha, you're at your limit, too. After resting and eating, let's go to the elves. ”

Cachino jumped down from the tree and hugged Isha and walked deeper into the forest. They were heading to Moonlight Lake, and Isha couldn't stand it anymore. The unique cleanliness of the aristocracy is really hard to get rid of for a while.

Regor sat alone in a tree, waiting for them to return. It's not that I don't want to go, but ...... Forget it. In this kind of forest, anyone can get lost. Still, North!

"I, ah, have told a big lie that could destroy the entire elven race. ”

The man had a simple smile on his face, like a innocent child, but he said the cruelest words. The god of lies, the god of the best at deception. A 'god' recognized by the rules.

Who created this world? God! Even Elkloster, a traveler who has been reincarnated countless times, is no exception. But what is God? God of lies, God of Light, God of Darkness, God of Fire, Are these gods? Yes, God. But not God. The god who was recognized by the so-called rules. Have a powerful force that can change the world. But...... But...... Yes, not God. God?

"I told a big lie, and the whole elven race fell into panic, this lie was planted five hundred years ago, and now it is about to bear fruit. Regor, once it turns out, the entire elven race will perish. Try to stop me, Regor. You have that power. The power to change the curse of the gods. The power to transform God's gifts. You have enough power to slay the gods. My dear Regol. ”

"If you want me to change these things, should you tell me the so-called big lie you told?"

Ignoring his exaggerated and pompous performance, Regor didn't even move his eyelids. He said coldly, not showing how much he cared about this matter. In fact, there is not much concern.

"Regor's own puzzle solving is interesting, isn't it? With what you know about me, it's not hard to guess what I did, as long as you know what happened five hundred years ago. Forgive me, my dear Regol, for not telling you what happened, for the game would be boring if it were explained to you. ”

His voice was full of ambiguity, and his actions were full of intimacy. Yet he was such a cold god. Selfish and willful beings. People's belief is their unscrupulous capital.

"In that case, it shouldn't be anything to do with me, right?

"What a lie?" muttered Regore. "It's boring stuff. ”