The fact of being a captive of the elves was still as unreal as a dream to the human magicians Sade and Dieri, and the feeling of being the first was not only bad or bad, but the precious first experience almost made them hold their heads and wail.

The fact that he was alive was so wonderful and unbelievable that the feeling of being captured was much more diluted, and the captives did not do anything disgraceful - though the elves did not care about anything other than rebellion.

The image depiction of elves in the human world is completely garbage piled up with negative language words, "barbaric", "rude", "rude", "dirty...... There are even absurd rumors like "human staple food" - I don't know how far the genius brain who came up with this rumor suffers from the delusion of victimization. What makes the elves even more speechless is that the human church not only agrees with those false rumors, but also spares no effort to play a role in promoting large-scale propaganda - for example, [in the name of the Mother God] has established the above-mentioned irresponsible and shameless slander as the designated compulsory content of the "Elf Chapter" in the textbooks of church schools and seminary students.

Dirtiness will never be confined to the political and economic spheres, and it is not all politicians and lawyers who love to engage in double standards. The religious-ideological struggle is no less than that of the political authorities, and in order to justify certain past human actions, the secular regime and the church have chosen to discredit the elves with a high degree of tacit understanding. Since those sharp-eared wisdom are all heinous and shameless villainous heretics, whether it is human beings who plunder, oppress, persecute or even slaughter the elves and other atrocities are righteous acts, the merciful mother goddess will protect and eradicate the evil warriors, and for those human sages and orcs who cooperated to overthrow the pagans and establish Gilmania, it is a song and cry of anti-violence epic......

This whitewashed view of history, written by [historians and clergy who are good at discovering history, and conscientious historians and clergymen], believe it or not, and the human race believes it anyway.

After a thousand years of self-hypnotic flickering education, humans now believe that elves are barbarians who eat women, children, and carrion corpses (in fact, the closest thing to this image is precisely the ancestors of humans and orcs), and it is inconceivable to capture and survive.

The moment the light bullet drops overhead, the unimaginable becomes a reality. The barrage of 4 lenses accurately obliterated all humans except Sade and Dieri, and the black-haired boy indifferently announced that the two magicians had become captives, and then acted with the convoy that had undisguised itself and sped up its movements, and finally arrived at the remote elven village.

There were no rumored statues and totem poles of the evil demon gods, no white bones and severed arms in the clergy's colorful descriptions, and no "reserve cages" containing human children depicted in the illustrations of church texts. Aside from the crumbling-looking buildings and patched, torn clothing that accentuated the desolate and impoverished atmosphere, and the elves who walked around and unloaded their goods, the magicians saw no difference between this and the human countryside.

Think of this kind of place as a demon domain dedicated to evil gods? Presumably, the so-called evil god Bacheng is also a shabby guy.

Guarded by two elven youths, the magician with the hunting knife behind him repeatedly observed the elven village and made a slightly sympathetic comment.

Destitute villages, limited number of villagers, inexperienced caretakers—these factors almost lead to the conclusion that the magician will not be hindered in the slightest attempt to flee at this moment. But Sade and Dieri still wanted their lives, and in order not to turn into scorched ashes that polluted the atmosphere, they were very honest in their loose watch, looking at the elves idlely, and from time to time they threw uneasy and anxious glances at Li Lin. ...,

Trials, hard labor, sacrifices, executions, burning at the stake - the horrific imagination has been tormenting both human beings.

The elves who are rumored to feed on humans and a terrifying unknown race that can kill a small force of troops, including a four-sided low-level magician, in seconds without lifting a single finger. The combination of many terrifying imaginations put a lot of pressure on the captives, and they painted all kinds of bizarre and terrifying images in their minds, and the two humans who were too bloody and obscure imagined in the future were almost driven crazy by counting when they would reach the last leg of their lives.

Finally, their will to survive is still strong, and their tempered bearing nerves are tougher and thicker than ordinary people. Although he was unstable and had severe anxiety, he did not appear to be mentally ill as a result, let alone commit stupid suicide or self-harm. The captives, who had maintained their composure as much as possible on the outside, waited for the final verdict of the black-haired unknown race, no matter how uneasy they were along the way, but the socially experienced humans knew that the teenager was the one who made the decision, and the reason why they were not wiped out with the other humans at the time was because Sade and Dieri were still useful to him.

With no knighthood, no land and no gold to pay the ransom, what use can he have for the elf and the boy, how will he be used, and will he be able to find an opportunity to change the damn status quo. It won't take long to reveal.

Neither the tangled grandfather nor the anxious captive could arouse Brunhill's interest, and with the same smile on his face as the rest of the villagers, an unfillable emptiness churning in his chest, and no sigh or joy could be raised.

"Probably because the journey is too tiring......"

Exhaling a sigh-like breath, the boyish girl leaned her arms against the stone wall, and through the linen, a cool touch came from her back, and her eyes seemed to be sleepy and squinting at the noisy villagers.

"I really can't stand my sister's appearance. ”

The little girl leaned against her back with her hands behind her back, and the sinister words pierced her ears, and Brunhill couldn't help but look to her right hand in confusion.

"[The smile it makes] stabs the surroundings, I can understand the meaning of it. ”

Looking straight ahead, Freya, whose gaze was not at all shifted from the happy group, was a little more mature than her age, staring at her sister, who was far from developing her body but talking like an adult, Brunhill felt the mood of parents facing their children's rebellious period.

"If my sister is still so secretive and silent, I am really going to snatch that dull fool from your eyes, and when the time comes, will my sister still be at a loss for leisurely?"

As if he was angry, the bad feeling in his heart turned into barbed words and shot around. The moment he poured out his gloomy mood, he suddenly realized that the rough speech was too much, but he decided that he was right, and his stubbornness and strong self-esteem refused to apologize, and his slightly flushed face stubbornly tilted to the other side and waited for a response.

"If Freya can successfully catch the flowing spring, I will be honored as a sister. ”

The gentle voice softly brushed the drooping ears, and the arc of the low ear pinna quickly erected, and then the inexplicable anxiety and annoyance began to smolder in Freya's body.

[Don't say something inexplicable], [Don't treat me like a random child].

The girl's indignant thoughts were written on her childish face, and Brunhill smiled lightly in the face of her sister's rare violent borderlining.

"Rather than asking guys to pay attention to you, the idea of locking guys around you. I think it's much more important to get closer to the other person. Anyway, he's super good after all. Words like "impossible" and "difficult" never seem to have anything to do with him, except for the unknown race, all of them are perfect. Even if I wanted to express some thoughts to him, that back was too dazzling and too distant...... Every time I have the idea of opening my mouth, I can't help but think-"...,

Deeply filling the lungs with air, the calm pretty face added a hint of trouble.

"I ...... Is it a woman who can match him? Can I do that?"

"That kind ......!!"

Only the beginning of the impulse is spoken, and the rest of the rebuttal has been swallowed by Freya, who is stunned.

Li Lin is too good, and his superiority and perfection have become the biggest obstacle to women's access.

It sounded sarcastic, but Freya could only take a hard look at Brunhill's concerns.

Elven women are very open and maintain their strong self-esteem at the same time. The dissolute and shameless behavior of chasing money and status with the appearance and flesh is unimaginable in the female elf, and the elf who adheres to the old-fashioned view of love is completely a model of family morality.

Brunhill and Freya, who inherited that kind of disposition, naturally examined the gap between themselves and Li Lin, and then they soon found that the so-called gap was not a ravine, but a towering cliff standing in front of them.

An intellectual, physical, magical, communicative, dealing, negotiating, planning, doing business...... and other boyfriends who are perfect in all aspects (undecided), and the invisible pressure on the women around them is really as huge as a mountain.

"I don't dare to hope to be on an equal footing with him, at least I hope to catch up with his back. I think a woman who can match him has to do that. ”

"It's hard to evaluate whether this idea is confident or unconfident, but I still stick to my opinion, if you find a good boy, you have to watch him closely, and if you don't pay attention, the other person will be snatched away. ”

The wild girl stated the conclusion after calm thinking, and it was clear that agreeing with her sister's ideas did not mean that they were copied as they were, and Freya, who had a strong personality, had her own considerations.

I can't talk about it.,I already have a thing or two about my sister's thoughts.,The girl who doesn't plan to say more about it to support her love opponent raised her face.,From the bottom of her heart, she folded into a slightly bitter smile.。

No matter how firm the surface is, there is a clear understanding of the difficulty of catching up with that reliable and naughty back.

[Need to work harder...... Is it the same starting line?]

Looking at the black hair flashing at the other end of the laughter, the elf girl who shrunk her neck secretly clenched her fists.