"Mr. Ryūno...... What should be the maintenance of peace in the world......"

An ancient chessboard is enshrined in the center of the hall with a multitude of star stones, an arched bridge of branches and leaves holds up the hall, and in this palace of wallless trees, white lotus flowers bloom respectfully, adorning the long-standing Elven Throne, dyeing the place with an intoxicating fragrance.

The person being questioned sat quietly in the center of the hall, his eyes closed, soaked in gorgeous clothes, like a statue of a beautiful man, quiet and serene.

There are so many answers that can be answered.

There are so many questions to ask.

But this one, he didn't answer.

The person who asked the question had her back to him, the elf's white robe was lifted to the ground, her light elven-like robe flowed with the slow wind, her whole body stood upright, looking at the sky without the sun, the lantern plants illuminated her cheeks, and her golden hair caressed her shoulders like snow like the sun rose in the east, and waited for the wind to blow it.

Thinking that even if he was a dragon, he might not be able to answer all the questions, her heart settled, and she bowed her head in silence, no longer looking at the dying sky.

"Those guys, aren't you still dead...... Obviously it has only been quiet for a few years......" She turned sideways to look at Yilongzhi, and when she saw Yilongzhi resting peacefully, she turned around, like an old man clasping his hands behind his back, and sighed helplessly: "It's only passed, and in less than a hundred years, they will start a war again, obviously the last time, they have gained enough......"

"The Lord of the Dragon......"

She pleaded, but before she could speak, she was interrupted by the gentle voice of the dragon.

"The elven kingdom is very safe...... [Xiao Ting], why do you have to worry so much......

With the dragon still closed his eyes and recuperating, his hands hanging on his thighs, his sleeping posture was silent, his indifference sometimes made people feel frightened.

Because, after all, he really doesn't care about these trivial things in the world.

"The Bronze Jade Clan, the Feathered Serpent Clan, the Mountain Clan, and even the Giant Dragon Clan, the Ancient Dragon Clan, have all died out one by one. After the [Battle of Tianhua Mountain], how many races can be seen and touched survived? If you want to fight again, I'm afraid that everything that is not so will be destroyed again! ”

"[Christine] ......"

"The Lord of the Dragon......"

They called each other by name, and Chrystine didn't know why the only "words of anger" she had to interrupt with the dragon was because there was another race that had disappeared into history.

"The Chinese have also perished, three thousand years old...... ...... with the dragon"

She uncovered the terrible scar, opened her eyes with the dragon, and looked down at the flower-paved ground, but fell silent.

"My ancestors, for the sake of the peace of the world, paid a heavy price, but war has never been far away from us, it is like a wound that cannot be stopped again and again to bleed, and there has never been a short peace."

She spoke again, without a pause.

"Even at the end of the Golden Age! The New Testament is now! And never stopped the war! The created [races] have been filled with so many pathetic [desires], and in the killing again and again, they release their thirst for desire! Moreover! There is no possibility of extinction......"

She resounded her voice in indignation throughout the hall, and as the queen of the elven kingdom, everything about her majesty turned into a sorrow born of anger.

She, powerless, changed all that.

The essence is too long, there are so many life and death, so many sorrows and sorrows, so many lips and teeth, so many empty dreams, all together in these few words, the length of life has become extremely short, as if tomorrow, she is going to die.

Can......

"So what? Xiao Ting......"

With the dragon's soft laughter, he was not mocking Chrysten, but a sense of disobedience that arose when her innocent words did not match her identity.

This sense of disobedience amused Yi Longzhi, as if a naturally broad man was persuaded to be optimistic by a man who was full of resentment.

"I don't feel worthy for my ancestors."

Christine shook the light veil of her robe sonorously: "Their sacrifice is just in exchange for the rekindling of the flames of war again and again!" The peace they swore to protect was trampled on again and again, and there was no logic at all! ”

The flames of war seem to burn from anywhere.

The flames of war seem to be ignited for all sorts of reasons.

Peace, on the other hand, is just another form of war.

This great sorrow oppresses the [Guardians] who need to pay all their "true feelings" for this, making their sacrifice even more [useless and tragic......

And let the descendants who bear the faith of the victims!

Unbeatable!

Wrath!

"It's not worth it! Makes me sad ......"

Christine's tone softened slightly, and the whole person turned her back to the dragon once again.

But she seemed to have to be sad, because she couldn't start a war first.

No, she can't launch a "counterattack" in the name of this - in the absence of a moment called [in the name of justice], she can only silently bear the oppression that she may be attacked at any time.

And this kind of "sorrow of being a kind person" that is difficult for ordinary people to understand will make people gnash their teeth.

It's like knowing that someone is guilty of a heinous crime, but you can only wait for the judicial process to collect evidence step by step to judge him, but you can only endure and be full of anger at him.

"Am I a bad person in your eyes, Christine?"

With the soft laughter of the dragon, he conveyed this sentence to Clestine, who was quiet, and Kristin was stunned for a second before remembering to ask why.

"What ......"

"If you can do anything with your conscience, the world will be extremely boring, won't it?"

"I don't know what you mean...... Lord of the Dragon. ”

"Anger is human nature."

This sentence echoed in the hall, and the unfinished chess game had already become a dead game.

[Since it is a dead end, is there no need to continue?

Christine.

That is too underestimating yourself, too underestimating everyone who is running for this chess game, your ancestors will not regret sacrificing for the cause of lifelong struggle. 】

"Please don't be presumptuous and worry about them."

"As the queen of the elven kingdom, you should know this."

With the sunshine of the dragon, his face showed a rare sadness.

"There were so many ...... What needs to be done......"

He closed his eyes again, but he didn't answer her question the whole time.

Even if it was a sideline answer, he didn't want to answer.

One morning three thousand years ago, a Chinese man with a goatee asked the same question.

He could have said it for a long, long time. Come up with many, many ways to keep the peace.

They talked happily, and at that time, they were thinking about each other.

Later to come,

You can see a lot of people, and you can talk a lot......