Chapter 1: The Forest of Elves!

"With the blood of the world, I forged your holy name!"

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"Brother Jeffrey, where are you in the sun?"

In a clearing in the Forest of Elves, a certain elf with a grass stalk in his mouth, after hearing that he was called by someone, he lazily took away the straw hat that covered most of his face, and then looked at his little man standing next to him, looking at his little man with a curious expression,

"Little Chubby Dun, what's the matter with your big brother Jeff?"

The grass stalk showed a rhythmic movement in Jeff's mouth, so that the elf, who was obviously very slender but called chubby, was not angry, and turned to seek the secret of being able to make such a beautiful trajectory of a grass stem.

The elves are the masters of this continent, and their long lives have given them the pursuit and exploration of magic to the extreme, as well as the desire for any kind of beauty that cannot be tolerated and ignored.

Oran Jeffrey, an outlier among the elves for a hundred years, obviously has an extremely terrifying magical physique, but he does not want to make progress on the way to magic, and instead focuses on the accuracy of the bow and arrow.

Well, bow and arrow is bow and arrow, since it can become one of the two major powers of the elves to dominate the world, it is understandable for Olan Jeffer to focus on it, but sixty years ago, Olan Jeffer suddenly gave up the bow and arrow and began to focus on the exercise of his body.

The weakness of a magician is the body, and the weakness of an archer is also the body, once it is approached, there is a 70% chance that it will be a fate.

But weakness is not so easy to overcome, since it is called weakness, it is destined to be impossible to make up for with ordinary conditions.

Otherwise, it would not be known to everyone in the mainland that elves are weak and will die when they are close!

But Orenjeffer still walked on this endless road, abandoning magic and archery, and the journey was sixty years!

"Brother Jeffrey, why don't you teach me how to make the grass stalks look as good as you!"

Tilting his head, this little elf still couldn't figure out what caused the unique charm of shaking, so he could only ask Jeffer for advice again, but this seemed to be the sixteenth time he asked this question,

So Olanjeffer could only sigh for the sixteenth time, and gave the same answer sixteen times, "Your brother and I are not holding grass stalks, but loneliness, understand?"

"I don't understand!" Shaking his head suspiciously, "Loneliness is the name of an emotion in the heart, not a physical thing, so logically speaking, it can't be held in the mouth like a grass stem, Brother Jeffer, have you been hiding it from me?"

Fluttering and flashing his "watery" big eyes, the elf's mouth can basically be regarded as saying a big truth without pause, which makes Orlanjeffer, who was already a little hazy in pajamas, full of helplessness,

But I can't say that loneliness is not the word of this continent, how can you understand it like a pampered little kid!

So he could only put the straw hat on his face again, just ready to ignore this "annoying" little brat, but the elf who was supposed to leave in a huff after his own action was rare to stay here this time, and showed a good "treacherous" smile.

"Brother Jeffrey, it is said that the High Priest is going to send ten people to Defina for further study!"

snatched Olanjiefer's straw hat, and the elf directly covered it on his head, and then looked at Oranjiefu with amusement through the half-hidden gaze.

The elves have the rules of the elves, otherwise it is not enough to become the master of the continent, but this rule is really a bit difficult for the elves.

No elf under the age of three hundred will be able to step out of the Elven Forest!

The purpose is to protect these "underage" elves from the impact of the mainland, which includes not only the impact of money and beauty, but also the impact of some bold people on the handsome body of the elves.

That's right, in such a continent dominated by elves, there are really people who dare to covet the handsomeness of elves, and the high priest is really afraid of what happens, so he gave such an order.

But such an order obviously can't suppress the elves' natural heart, nature is free, so many elves who are not yet adults will try their best to leave the elven forest, and Olanjeffer is one of them, but the reason why he wants to go out is not to pursue any freedom, but to temper his body.

Such a fact was known to many elves when Olanjeffer first tried to sneak out, but was brought back by the high priest, especially when he could not change his weak constitution in thirty years, and this reason turned from ridiculous to pathetic.

The weakness of the elves is not caused by themselves, but given by nature, and the high priest's explanation for this is that the gods of nature have only given the elves magic and archery to dominate the continent, and if they are not balanced, then the other races of the continent may have no room for survival, so the weakness of the body must exist.

It's not just Orenjeffer who can't change it, it's all the elves who can't change it.

The elf also heard about Orang Jeffrey, so of course he knew how excited he would be when he said this, and in fact, it was exactly that.

"Little Chubby Dun, what are you talking about, where are you going to study in Defei?"

He sat up from the ground with a bang, although he couldn't get rid of his weak physique, but sixty years of tempering made Olanjiefer's body a little stronger than ordinary elves, and at this moment, this sudden force showed a unique arc of muscles.

The elf, who was a little stunned by this, simply forgot that he was teasing Olanjeffer now, so the result could only be borne silently.

A punch was pinned to the head of the elf with his straw hat, and Orange Jeffer had a complete excitement.

"I'll go, uncle, it hurts, do you know?"

The elf who was woken up by Olanjiefu screamed directly, and then suddenly took a few steps back, and kept rubbing his head during such a time.

"Anyway, that's what the High Priest said, why do you go and ask yourself, why hit me in the head!" It's full of nonsense, although he has been beaten by Oranjiefu several times, but every time he still can't remember, really, he doesn't know whether to complain about Oranjiefu's violence, or complain about his carelessness,

But after the elf saw the green light coming out of Olanjiefer's eyes, he directly gave up the idea of continuing to adjust his taste, and told everything he knew, otherwise, his head would definitely suffer.

"It seems that it was an invitation from Defei, who wanted to let five top archery and five top magic elves go to study and communicate, it is said that it is because of some activity!"

After thinking about it as hard as he could, the elf just told everything he knew, and before he could use this information as a condition to exchange for the true secret of how Olanjeffer took the grass stalks, he was shocked to find that Olanjiefu had disappeared all at once.

"Uncle?" looked around suspiciously, and the elf spoke curiously, but did not respond at all,

After shouting a few times again in a little unbelief, but still not getting a response, the elf could only complain a few words in the dark, and after "unscrupulous uncle", he lay down stupidly, of course, he didn't forget to put the straw hat on his head on his face at once.

At this moment, Olanjeffer really left the elf, and ran towards the sacrificial hall so fast that he didn't bother with the little fat dun and called himself "uncle", which should make him extremely unhappy.

And it was driven by such an excitement that it didn't take long for Orangel to arrive at the sacrificial hall.

Three old trees stand on the clearing, surrounded by thousands of flowers that bloom all year round, and there is a platform with a radius of 30 meters, and the light of the six-star mangdal, changing like a fantasy in the sun.

This is the sacrificial hall, where the elves inherit it.

He exhaled a long breath, and then Oran Jeffer protected his heart with his right hand, his head lowered, and he said in a low voice with an attitude of admiration, "Olan Jeffrey, please meet the High Priest!"

As the words fell, he was no longer born, and Orange Jeffer waited for a response in absolute silence, and it was not long before an elf with wrinkles on his forehead and at the corners of his eyes slowly walked out from behind the old tree in the center.

The lifespan of the elves is three thousand, that is, in the absence of special circumstances, the lifespan of the elves can reach three thousand years, and in these three thousand years, the appearance of the elves has hardly changed much, things like wrinkles, some carefree elves will not appear even when they die.

And the old man who appeared in front of Oranjiefu at this moment really had wrinkles on his forehead and eyebrows, which is enough to explain the years and vicissitudes that this high priest has experienced.

This is where Orang Jeffer's respect comes from!

"Oranghefer, child of nature, why did you come from?"

"Orenjeffer wants to go to Defena to study!"

The voice of the High Priest seemed to have traveled through eternity, and also through the heart of Orang Jeffrey, reverberating in the space, so that he could not give birth to a trace of disobedience and concealment.

"Oh?!"

"Orenjeffer wants to go out to the Elven Forest and see the outside world!"

Lowering his head even further, Olanjeffer had enough pleading, but the High Priest seemed to fall silent, and for a long time, while Olanjiefer waited with bated breath for an answer, the High Priest finally spoke again, but it was not a question of whether he was accurate or not, but turned in another direction,

"Did Anna tell you?"

"Yes, High Priest!"

"This little guy is biased towards you!"

It was as if a smile that had never been seen in the years suddenly appeared, and the crutch in his right hand gently touched the ground at such a time, and then a halo of light spread instantly, and in a very short time, it surpassed the radius of the sacrificial hall.