The place where the elves live should be a green shade among the mountains, a white marble dome-roofed house, and various rare and exotic animals playing games in the mist.
Or there are tall pillars everywhere, as spacious as a cathedral.
But this was all wrong, it was like a medieval castle, with a city wall in front of it.
The high city wall blocks all sight lines, and the city wall is covered with vines.
If there are trees all around, you may not be able to find anyone living inside even if you walk outside the city wall.
In the middle of the city wall is a small courtyard, only about ten steps wide.
The ground is paved with stone slabs.
When there is no moon, it is illuminated by two standing torches on the left and right sides.
"That woman's name is Cheng."
There was chatter.
Looking down, there were two elves whispering in a corner of the yard downstairs.
Although their voices were kept low, the yard was not big and they were standing right under the window, so they could be heard clearly.
"What a strange name."
No matter how calm the words are, they can't hide the curiosity: "What's the origin?"
The other one was a bit gossipy and proud.
After all, this kind of thing is considered the latest news: "I don't know yet.
But her skin is as white as snow and as fine as butter, and she is wearing the clothes of a hermit monk.
She is guessed to be of mixed race, but I haven't heard of it for a long time.
However, any elf would have an affair outside the ban."
"Maybe secretly."
He chuckled a few times: "She is definitely not from our clan.
She looks like anyone else, and she doesn't look like the humans in the Vanlaas Basin.
I have never seen her before.
Like this.”
I couldn't laugh or cry a bit, I really thought she was a hybrid of elf and human.
"I heard that she has abilities that no witches or wizards have.
Didn't you see it?"
"I'm here for both of them..."
Although you can't see it, you can imagine talking about it.
He must be very happy.
It was not over yet, she felt tired even after standing, and the two of them were still chatting happily down there.
At this time, the door behind her opened, and Alandel walked in.
Just as she was about to speak, she tapped her lips with her finger to signal not to speak.
Alandel came over curiously.
I lowered my head and saw two elves chatting under the window.
"It's really that amazing," one person said in surprise, but of course he didn't dare to believe it.
"More than powerful, probably all the previous chief wizards are not as good as her."
The voice became even lower: "Omrod, who was saved by her, looked at her differently.
He kept asking her how she was doing.
Pull out the arrow.
When I was there, I saw the wound on her back, which was so serious, but she didn’t even know she was wearing women’s clothes.”
Alain Daier's face turned green when she saw it.
She couldn't help but smile.
"Hehe, now this woman has saved Elleras and finally woke up.
But she should rest assured that compared to half-bloods, elves are elves."
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"It's hard to say.
With such a powerful hybrid, any elven clan would be willing to accept him as a member."
Now Alaindel couldn't hold it in any longer and grabbed a handful of soil from the flowerpot on the windowsill.
He threw it at the two guys below: "Are you too idle?"
"Alandelle, what are you doing?"
The elves like to be clean.
The two men quickly lowered their heads and patted the mud off their heads.
"If you don't keep a good vigil, what are you going to talk about?
Believe it or not, I'll tell your captain."
Alandel looked very angry.
"We're just talking a few words.
You don't have to throw mud, it's all stuck in your hair."
The two people downstairs were also very angry.
After shaking off the mud on their heads, they raised their heads to argue.
Only then did I realize that there was not one person standing at the window, but two people.
Cheng Qianxun looked down with a slight smile on his lips.
I got a lot of information from what I just said.
First of all, the status of mixed-bloods is not as good as that of elves.
Secondly, the blue-eyed Alelas should like Alaindel.
The other guy with a broken neck and brown eyes with green eyes is named Omrod.
It's a bit like a tongue twister.
The names of these elves are so confusing that it's hard to remember them.
The two people downstairs originally planned to say at least a few words, but when they saw her standing there, they couldn't help but forget everything they said.
They stared at her for a long time, and then, probably according to the habit of the elves, they turned slightly sideways.
Nodding is considered a greeting.
How should she express herself?
She didn't follow the elves' rules at all, but Alandel next to her helped.
Alandel supported her and left the window: "Ignore them, not every elf is like this."
"You" It was the turn of the two elves to be so angry that they almost jumped up.
If it weren't for their usual cultivation, ordinary people would have scolded them long ago.
They wanted to explain what happened to them.
"I brought a pillow, stuffed with wool, which can be used to cushion the back of the waist when sitting."
Alaindel helped her lie on the bed, and stuffed the big pillow behind her, so that she could lean against her.
It will be much more comfortable.
"Thank you."
She thanked her and looked at the tray with food next to her: "I really don't need to eat."
"You really don't need to eat."
Alandel's face looked very surprised: "This is the first time I heard that someone can live without eating."
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he longed: "How do you do it?
Teach me."
Seeing her smiling and silent, Alandel quickly explained: "There are many spiders in the dense forest.
It is said that there is a water source in one place, which corrupts the spider eggs hidden deep in the ground.
If you can learn not to eat, There will be more time to fight.”
This female elf still retains a lot of innocence, and her personality is a bit straightforward like a boy.
The elves can live for a long time.
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Although they are not as ruthless as the vampires, they will be less rough and remain elegant and noble.
This reason was not tenable, so she discussed it matter-of-factly: "If this is the case, you should learn not to sleep.
It will save time.
Not sleeping or eating may be convenient, but it will lose a lot of fun in life."
Alandel tilted her head slightly, her big dark brown eyes moved slightly with aura, and then nodded.
It was her turn to ask some questions: "How is my horse?"
"Very good."
Alandel stood up and went to the side to get the quiver hanging on the wall: "Yesterday, I was on the grass behind.
I ate so hard that my belly was round and I couldn't stand anymore.
I was still lying on the ground.
On the ground.
He rolled the grass into his mouth and chewed it.
He won't be able to feed it until at least tomorrow.
But even if it doesn't die, Prince Elleras plans to give you a good horse.
We breed mixed-haired horses only for pulling carts.”
He paused at this point, and then Alandel came over with the removed quiver, with an apology on his face: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that your horse is an inferior horse...
Oh.
Look at what I'm saying. of..."
"The horse is really not good.
There is not much grass outside.
It's like a starving ghost reincarnated."
She didn't feel any embarrassment.
It turns out that the one pressing the leg is the prince, so what she has done is enough to give her a few good horses or give her treasure: "It would be great if you could give me a good horse in exchange."
Logically speaking.
Faced with this rich, handsome, and powerful race.
You should have an inferiority complex.
That's why Alaindel was so careful to protect the self-esteem of this "ignorant and poor outsider".
Sometimes it’s not that others look down on you, but that you first feel poor and ashamed, and that’s why others’ words are harsh to you.
Alandel looked at her a few more times to make sure she wasn't angry, and then sat down.
Looking at Alandel, he casually pulled out all the arrows from the quiver and carefully checked whether the arrows were worn or rusted.
Saw her staring.
He stopped and apologized again: "I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have taken the arrow.
You were injured by the arrow."
She must have been too careful to protect her mood.
She smiled and slowly lay down: "I'm not as stingy as I thought.
There's no need to apologize all the time.
You do your thing and I'll rest."
"Well, okay."
Alandel didn't sit still for a long time, and it seemed like she was fine.
She was out of danger long ago.
Distinguishing it from the sound, he stood up and hung up his quiver: "Good night, Cheng."
"Good night."
She responded.
The body recovered quickly.
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When she woke up again, Alandel came to change the dressing and was very surprised at the healing of the wound.
He said that only elves and orcs could heal so quickly.
After he finished speaking, he wanted to apologize again, but he still swallowed his words.
There is nothing wrong with being an elf, otherwise there would be no hybrids hiding in the woods to endure lonely training, and they could go to humans.
Among humans, a hybrid with elf blood should be more beautiful, taller, and more explosive than ordinary people.
But the reason why they would rather be phoenix tails than chicken heads is not the lifespan of the elves.
No one can refuse immortality.
Human lifespan is really too short, and the golden time is only a short twenty years.
She was really bored lying there, and Alandel, who was sitting on the chair next to the bed, started talking to her: "Are the elves immortal?"
"It should be said that he left."
Alandel wiped the knife.
This woman, even if she was wearing a woman's double-breasted skirt, was either cleaning the knife or sharpening arrows in her spare time: "I was too seriously injured during the battle, and one day When we hear the call of the gods of nature, they will leave us.
However, if we leave after being injured, we will have a physical body, and the call of the gods will disappear and return to the elves as babies.
It was this amount ten thousand years ago, and it should still be this amount tens of thousands of years later.”
This is interesting, she smiled and asked: "What about the mixed race?"
Looking at Alandel's mouth, he knew what he was going to do again: "No need to apologize, just chat casually."
Alandel's open mouth was closed first to make sure that she was indeed lifeless, and then she continued: "It is said that elves are born from the corpses of dead gods.
They are formed from the condensation of water, wind and wood, and are the purest.
As for mixed blood, the blood of elves is tainted by foreign races, and the Presbyterian Church has always been opposed to it.
The elves marry foreigners.
The mixed-bloods have the blood of elves, but their souls do not belong to the elves.
They will suffer from birth, old age, illness and death just like the foreign races.
They must go through a ritual to turn their souls into pure ones, but if this ritual is to be performed, it must be done by the lord.
Only if the above elves agree.”
Then he comforted her: "The elves value ability very much.
There is a lord who used to be a mixed race."
Obviously, the elves here are still very particular about status and birth, so she tried it with a disdain that could see everything in the world: "Because he is a descendant of a noble."
As soon as these words came out, Alandel's expression changed a lot, and it took a long time before she forced out a smile: "Yes."
She lowered her head and continued to wipe the knife, although the knife was already polished.
Fortunately, this world still has legends and novels as reference.
Alandel should belong to the wood elf.
She has dark hair and pupils, and her status is relatively low.
And that Prince Elleras is naturally of a noble race, with blue eyes and golden hair.
But Alandel is also a person who doesn't want to give in to her birth and destiny.
The two guards gossiping downstairs yesterday belonged to a high race, but she still dared to throw mud at them.
The lifespan of elves is too long, so it takes a long time for them to reach adulthood.
Basically, they are still teenagers at 300 years old.
When an elf wants a child, you can't just get it if you want it.
It is given by the gods every time, and this child is the reincarnation of the elf.
Therefore, there are many elves who only have a child when they are one or two thousand years old.
An elf who can have more than two children is considered to be highly productive.
But the same is often true for elves and humans, but hurry up.
Humans can only help elves give birth to one child in their lifetime.
Just because the mixed-blood possesses the blood of elves, or it may be a gift from God, the elves are willing to accept people close to the same race.
Mixed race.
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But elves often don't do such irresponsible things, because the results are tragic.
The lords and kings will prevent this from happening.
The elves who make mistakes will be deprived of their elf status and will live, grow old, sick and die like humans.
If you are unwilling to give up your identity as an elf, even the nobles will be imprisoned, and the children of humans and elves will be exiled and left to fend for themselves.
It will not be until a hundred years later that the erring elves will be released, but they will still be banned for a hundred or two hundred years and not allowed to leave the elven kingdom.
A hundred years later, the person you love is dead, and even if he is alive, he is too old to look at.
When faced with it, what will be left behind?
All the elves who made mistakes will only regret their original choices.
For the so-called love, they have harmed the other person's life.
After hearing Alandel's story, she just responded with a faint smile: "The elves are really kind."
Alandel muttered dissatisfiedly: "If you love each other, you should let them be together and let them love for a long time.
Isn't that good?"
Seeing that Alandel seemed to have misunderstood, she shook her head slightly: "Some races will be more strict, such as the vampire race."
"The Blood Clan" The expression on Alandel's face showed that she had never known what the Blood Clan was.
"They are a powerful race that survives by sucking the blood of animals, and they are also immortal."
She gave a rough description, and made it clear that they did not belong to this world.
The Vampire Clan is even more strict.
If a human-vampire hybrid is found, it will be killed immediately.
Of course, the descendants of the nobles can make changes at their own discretion, allowing them to completely become Vampire Clan when they grow up.
Otherwise, this kind of hybrid will either be very cruel, or turn into a vampire hunter out of hatred and hunt down vampires.
"How could there be such a terrible race?"
Alandel still believed that people who love each other should be together, no matter which race they are: "That really shouldn't exist.
The vampires should be the legendary demons, whether they are vampires or mixed-races, All should be eliminated
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