ps: The new week has begun, dear! Once again, I sincerely hope that you will smash the ticket!

The black dragon's nose spewed out a scorching snort, and after confirming that the lord was seated, the dragon's head raised its head towards the sky, and after letting out a majestic roar that was enough to shock thousands of troops, it spread its wings and condensed Mana to form a floating field around Mana to counteract the gravitational pull of the earth, and the wing membrane slapped the air, and the fierce strong wind lifted the dragon into the sky in one breath.

"Whoa, whoa, a!!a

Relying on recklessness and a moment of blood surging up his head to climb onto the dragon, the boy who had no experience in riding flying beasts and no reins and seat belts was almost blown away by the air wave and acceleration, and Li Lin, who had long expected it, used his body to support Roland who was pressed over. Nidhogg began to open the wall around his body, and the boy, who was no longer oppressed by the air currents, snuggled up to his chest and gradually settled down.

The first experience that was too intense brought Roland the excitement and fresh excitement of sitting on the back of the dragon, and he relied on Li Lin to overlook the scenery below, and couldn't help but shout:

"That's amazing! It's getting farther and farther from the ground!"

The time when Li Lin descended into the depths of Mount Asgard was also a floating flight, but the dandelion-like drift was a completely different feeling from now.

Extreme sensory stimulation is composed of speed and height, and the sense of glory of flying a dragon to see the world inspires the heart to press the blood that is about to burn to all corners of the body, and under the high passion, Roland murmured:

"World...... At my feet. ”

The boundless verdant earth stretches to the distant curved boundary between the sky and the earth, and the verdant link that flows through the land is the ancient Vistula River. Layers of golden phosphorescent water moistened the earth, irrigated the fields that divided the land into irregular fragments, propelled the huge wooden wheels along the river, and small boats laden with goods rushed southwest towards the sea, on both sides of the great river, where the dotted dwellings were a little invisible, and only the insect-sized wisdom species let out cheers and flew up to the clouds with a low, long thud.

When- When-

With the metallic texture of vicissitudes, the dull bells that announce the passage of time and the arrival of enemy forces echo, mixed with passionate calls that make it impossible to distinguish the content. The hustle and bustle passed through the high-air currents and magical enchantments, all the way into the human boy's psyche.

"Over there is the city of elves, Alfheim. ”

The sound of guidance sounded in his ears, in order to prevent Roland from leaning out too much and causing an accident, the young man in military uniform clinged to the back of his adopted son, clamped the boy with his arm, and stretched out his finger in the direction of the head of the black dragon, introducing the dumb Roland:

"Our ideal city-state. ”

There are no walls around it, and the gray buildings are lined up in a staggered manner like building blocks or bookshelves. It's completely different from the chaotic towns I've seen along the way, and it's not like a world's surviving zài. The city is divided into four by a vertical arterial road drawn by a large scale. The center of the city is a striking white dome building.

The expensive stones, the nearly one-hectare body, and the pure white that rejects other colors all seem to be out of place with the plain and almost monotonous buildings around them, as if to assert their supremacy in Alfheim, boasting of the other buildings and the subjects who live and walk in them all the time as a symbol of absolute power.

He had no professional aesthetic education and could not make any meaningful comments about the urban landscape, but Roland was somewhat disgusted by the white palace.

That kind of style is not the luxury smell of wealthy people, but it is a posturing to overwhelm people's hearts and intimidate visitors, and you can smell the taste of decadence from that unfriendly atmosphere.

"What do you think of this city?"

Questions came from the rear, and I was caught off guard. The boy nodded and shook his head, saying:

"That white palace...... Always feel and around ...... It's not quite the same, it's a little uncomfortable. ”

Before learning the word, Roland had to describe his feelings in a relatively peaceful way......

"Hear that? Nidhogg, Roland is still a child, but he has no delusion or prejudice and is more appreciative of the beauty of things. ”

The flying black dragon nodded, and the body language of agreement sent Roland to shake violently like an earthquake.

Although he never said it directly. Nidhogg didn't have much to say about the location and structure of the council, but because of Li Lin's face and reputation, he didn't say anything bad about it, and he heard Roland's same feelings. I can't help but feel a little excited.

When he was doing urban planning, Li Lin provided several options to the Nine Elders to choose from, but what he never expected was that the winning plan that made the old grandfathers fall into the soul was actually the most tasteless E3 design, and he almost ordered Stasi to send someone to re-investigate the case records of several elders, especially the conservatives.

The prototype of Plan E3 has never appeared in reality, and the new Reichstag 、、, never left the model and drawing stage by the Bearded and King Billy, and the stunt is and, and was concocted by the various ghost animals of the later Shiji, the bohemian mustachioed corporal of Kuso, and his royal architect, Albert Speer.

As the smoke of World War II cleared, the stupid design that would never have been realized was now favored by the elven elders......

Maybe they're just fond of oversized buildings, or they're obsessed with the vulgar retro style that mimics Rome and Ancient Greece. But Li Lin did suspect that the old grandfathers had actually transferred from Earth to Wilt to fight another 1,000-year-old Nazi remnants.

If this kind of god really unfolds, Li Lin doesn't mind giving them a nuclear fusion bomb to blow up a fortress called Solomon, and the remnants should have the style of the remnants, right......

"Later, I have to go and meet with the elders of the council, no matter what they say or do, I am not allowed to respond with a bad attitude, pretend that I don't understand the elven language, and let me deal with it. ”

"Shouldn't you have an entrance to the city first?"

"The Council asked me to explain the problems of this trip, and as the commander of the army and the top person in charge of the operation, I am obliged to comply with this request. ”

From the words that were not hidden, Roland found out the answer himself.

Since entering Agen Toraton, the elven inhabitants along the way have always had a few strange and even piercing glances in their eyes at the enthusiasm and joy stolen by the convoy.