“...... Another group of elves had separated from the Gwyndlin dynasty before the Great War, and the elves of the Dushnidada sect had moved out of the bustling Middle Avenue to live in seclusion in the southern forests. They abandoned www.biquge.info luxury and erosion of the Gwendrin elves, and were determined to restore the simplicity and innocence of the elves in the early elf era...... After the fall of the Vuld, the elves who lived in the southern forests lost the blessings of Gwendrin, but they retained the blessings of Dushnida, so that they did not completely lose their talent for magic and still retained their white skin...... Although this group of elves calls themselves the Dushnida elves, the world prefers to refer to them as the first elves."

—Excerpt from "The Descendants of Gwyndline," by Hetlocher K. Greyger

The man who spoke was a boy of about seventeen or eighteen years of age, and it was evident from his short, neatly combed millet hair and the paleness of his complexion, which was so white that he could almost see the flow of veins like a living corpse from a grave, that he was born into a noble family.

Although this aristocratic young man, whether from his standing, or the thick wax on his head, or his lofty demeanor, he is trying his best to declare that he is already an adult, and not a little ghost who is still coquettish to his mother. But the obviously overly wide lord's robe on his body and the pretentious expression he put on could only make others feel ridiculously funny.

The aristocratic boy strode into the inn surrounded by two knights behind him, and he raised his whip and pointed at Xiuqi and shouted, "I have given an order for you to drive these damned elves out of my kitchen and stables! How dare you disobey my orders to let a filthy elf enter my house and stain my floor!"

Hareddik looked at the aristocratic boy and noticed that there was a birthmark on the right jaw of the swaggering aristocratic boy, like the glow of the sun at its first rise. "Dawn nobles...... "Haredith" Haredith muttered inwardly.

And sit across from Haredith. Xiuqi, who had been arguing with him just now, had a gloomy face, stood up with his head bowed, and said respectfully to the young man: "Young Master Blake, he is the guide that Mr. Alistal Tepenny has invited for us and will go with us to the Woods. ”

When the aristocratic boy named Blake heard this, he suddenly became furious for some reason, and slapped Xiuqi in the face with the exquisitely crafted horsewhip in his hand, leaving a deep blood mark on his face. Then, as if he hadn't had enough of it, he continued to whip Shuchi back and forth and scolded, "How dare he do this! How dare he do this! Damn Tepeni! Damn lame! Let me stay in this place full of orc stench for so long, and finally send me such a thing! Isn't there any one of those maggots under his hand who looks a little like a person?!"

Blake roared at Xiuqi like a madman, and the horsewhip in his hand beat the knight to pieces. However, the knight, who was a head taller than the aristocratic boy, stood stunned like a lifeless dead tree, and did not make any resistance, but let the whip rain down on him, beating himself to the point of blood. This caused Yusina, who was standing on the sidelines, to immediately scream. She just wanted to step forward to dissuade her, but was quickly pulled into the kitchen by a man who looked like a chef.

Blake's loud cursing and whipping seemed to alarm the knights who had been jousting in the backyard, and they stopped the fight and hurried out of the backyard to the hall to find out. However, when they saw their young master whipping his companions with a horsewhip in the hall, none of these knights, who were still fighting with real swords just now, stepped forward to stop them. ...,

Finally, Blake seemed to be tired, and he gasped viciously and glared at Xiuqi, who was completely indifferent, and shouted, "You get out of the way for me!"

"Yes, Master Blake. Xiu Qi said expressionlessly, ignoring the painful wounds on his body that were still burning and burning, and moved away to stand behind Blake.

Blake gasped a few more times and turned his attention to Haredik, who had been sitting in his chair with the old god on the ground. He pointed the bloodstained whip in his hand at the elf, and exclaimed, "You! What is your name! How dare you sit as a servant while the keeper speaks?

Harradik didn't mean to get up from his chair in the slightest, he burped vulgarly, and sneered disdainfully at Blake: "Owner, little ghost, you better wash the smell of milk off your body before you come out to learn how to speak human language." ”

It's not the first time that Haredith has encountered such an arrogant and domineering aristocrat as Blake, and he usually doesn't care about these nobles who are above the top, and what they say Hareddic just goes in and out of the left ear, and he doesn't care about it at all. It's just that I don't know if it's because of the alcohol or because I met Kuka and Vilanya this morning, Haredik's anger rushed up all of a sudden, and he didn't have the slightest idea of swallowing this breath. So he didn't care about the possibility of ruining this deal, and said directly to the noble young man.

Blake had never said such rude words to him since he had grown up, so he couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this, and it took him a while to realize that this inferior elven handyman had been insulting himself just now. Blake was furious, the angry flames in his chest burned his pale face red, he trembled and his lips rolled up and down several times, but he couldn't say a word to vent the monstrous anger and humiliation in his heart.

"You, you, you, good, hello! what a guts!" Blake held for a long time before a sentence popped out of his mouth and whipped the whip in his hand at Haredik. But Haredith was not one of the knights under his command who couldn't fight back, he caught the whip thrown at him and quickly circled around his hand a few times, and then pulled it backwards sharply, Blake on the other end of the whip was immediately dragged by Haredith, and his body lost his balance and leaned forward. At this time, the foot of the drow elf was not idle, his left foot stretched out and kicked on the noble boy's supporting foot, so that the opponent, who was already unable to stand, immediately lost his balance and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

It took a long time for Blake, who was put down by Haredith to the ground, to figure out what was going on, and he looked up with a somewhat glazed gaze, and after looking at Haredith, who was sitting on a chair and smiling and playing with his horsewhip, he immediately hurriedly crawled backwards with his hands and feet, for fear that the other party would whip the whip that was still stained with blood on him.

Blake crawled all the way to Huch's feet, and when he saw the knight standing there, the arrogance came back up. He sat on the ground and pointed at Xiu Qi and scolded angrily: "What are you doing standing here in a daze!

Xiu Qi frowned and said in embarrassment: "Young Master Blake......"

"Kill him, kill him for me!" do you dare not listen to your master!" Blake interrupted without waiting for Xiuqi to finish.

"Shouldn't you wait for Madame'......?"

However, before the knight could finish his words of dissuasion, he was interrupted by Blake, and the aristocratic boy sat on the ground and cried like a baby without candy. He shook his arms and feet, shook his head, and shouted loudly: "Kill him, kill him! I don't care, I don't care! Kill him for me!"

Xiu Qi had no choice but to sigh and said helplessly: "Yes, Young Master Blake. That's when Blake stopped crying.

Xiuqi took a two-handed greatsword from his companion beside him, took a few steps forward and said in a deep voice to Hareddick, "I'm sorry Elf, this is my master's order, I can't disobey it." And just in time for me to see if your scimitar is good or my greatsword is great. ”

Haredith shook his head lightly and stood up, glancing at Blake, who was being held up by the two knights, rather disdainfully, then put his hand on the hilt of his sword and sneered at Xiuchi, "What a loyal dog of Damico." Hearing this, Xiuqi tilted his head and made a look of glad acceptance, as if Haredith's words were not laughing at him, but praising him.

Shuki's left foot stepped out and grasped the hilt of the greatsword with both hands, and he held the greatsword up in front of his chest and took a fighting posture and whispered to Haredik, "Draw the sword, elf." I don't want to kill an unarmed guy!"

Haredith pulled out the twin knives at his waist, flicked a beautiful knife and said disappreciatively, "Go ahead, puppy, I want to see what you can do." ”