The arrows didn't hit the target, and the arrows shot out softly.
The elves all laughed.
Omrod tried hard to hold back his laughter: "It seems that I am unqualified as a teacher.
You are still injured.
Remember my first time."
Shooting arrows, no arrows were fired.”
The other elves smiled and remained silent.
Cheng Qianxun picked up another arrow as if nothing had happened and recalled the posture he had just been taught.
Everything in the world has its own rules.
As long as you master the rules, you can quickly start.
Raise your bow and nock your arrow. . .
"Thum, whoosh" followed the crisp sound of strings, and the arrow flew out, hitting the target with a "duh" sound.
But it was only on the outer ring of the target, still far away from the red center of the arrow.
Omrod encouraged with approval: "Very good, your shoulders should be flatter, don't look at the arrow, look directly at the bullseye.
When you let go, the arrow will naturally hit the target."
Saying this just reminds the other elves that she is a beginner, and this guy does have a lot of affection for her.
He took out an arrow with tail feathers and put it on the string.
With the two arrows, he felt his body and hands.
Archery is the same as shooting.
It depends on confidence, correct posture, and a little bit of magic power, otherwise the arrow will fly out.
"Whoosh, whoosh", the arrow forms a straight flight path in the air, and suddenly pierces the target. center.
The elves who were watching the joke were still laughing now, probably because they thought she was lucky and hit the bullseye for the first time when she learned archery.
She slowly and unhurriedly drew out an arrow again, recalling the gesture just now.
Omrod said kindly: "You are still injured, so don't work too hard."
It was also for her sake.
It's enough to hit the bull's-eye.
Even if it's luck, you still have to have this luck.
"The last one."
She closed her eyes.
Feel the arrow you just shot, every gesture.
He opened his eyes, took a deep breath, used some more mana to support the power needed in his hand, and aimed at the bullseye.
At this time, the mind is as calm as water, the water surface is as flat as a mirror, and there is a target in front of it.
The center was her target.
She has passed the sixth level of the nine levels of heaven, and nothing can stop her from moving forward.
Only success, no failure, never failure "Ding" the arrow shot out again, this time the sound was louder than the previous times.
The arrow flew away with the sound of wind.
When the arrow hit the tail of the target, the wood cracked with a crisp "click".
The second arrow actually split the previous arrow, and pushed the metal head of the previous arrow further into the wooden bullseye. .
At this time, all the elves stopped smiling and looked at the extremely low probability situation in front of them with expressions of surprise.
What's more, this is the first time the opponent has shot an arrow.
Cheng Qianxun slowly put down the bow, turned around and handed it to Omrod, who was also surprised, with both hands, and said calmly: "You are a very qualified teacher."
The dazed Omrod subconsciously took the bow.
He looked at her deeply, then burst into laughter.
And she had turned around and looked around casually: "Is there any other place I can visit?
Your Highness, please continue."
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After Elleras and Alandel looked at each other, one raised his eyebrows, and the other also expressed it with an expression.
Then Elleras cleared his throat: "There are some animals in the past.
In addition to stables, there are also deer and cattle.
Sheep." led the way, and Omrod followed.
Cheng Qianxun followed and felt that the eyes cast by the elves at this time should be completely different from just now.
Any race will worship the strong, even the legendary elves who love peace, embody justice, and are descendants of gods.
Next to the meadow, horses and animals roam freely.
There are stables, but the horses are not harnessed and are allowed to come and go freely.
Elleras took her into the stable and explained: "The only horse that is locked up here is the one you rode here.
If it is not locked up, it will eat itself to death."
Sure enough, in a separate room, with In the room enclosed by the wooden fence, her horse lay sleeping in it.
After not seeing her for a few days, it gained a lot of weight.
"We have locked it up and sent a person to cut grass for it to eat, but as soon as it finds time, it escapes and eats so hard that it can't get back.
It seems that you may not be able to ride it immediately.
You can only Carry it with you first and walk it for a few days until the waistline is reduced and it is easier to hold it between your legs.
"Elleras's words are still very interesting, and it is true.
This horse has a bulging belly.
It's like having a foal, and God knows how much grass it has eaten.
After walking out of the stable, Elleras suddenly let out a clear whistle.
"咴" was scattered in the large fence, and a white horse raised its head and barked, and then ran over.
It was a very beautiful white horse with not a single hair on its body.
The muscles on the horse's body were very even and you could see every piece of it.
It ran to Alleras and stopped, and stretched out its head for Alleras to touch.
"This is His Highness's horse" she asked.
"Yes."
Elleras touched the horse's head and patted the horse's body from time to time, full of love: "It's called Kelegon, and it's a stallion.
Its ancestors have been my mounts for generations, and it is the best.”
Hearing again that Elleras was going to give her his beloved mount, Alandel's eyes were filled with not only envy, but also many things that were difficult to explain.
Ma Du had such a cool name, and he obviously liked him very much and treated him as a friend or even a relative.
She said directly: "Then don't give it to me, buy another horse."
Elleras held the horse with one hand and looked at her sideways.
The scenery was absolutely stunning, and he didn't believe his ears: "I promised to give it to you, but you also need a horse."
She smiled slightly: "Then give me other horses.
This horse has been raised by Your Highness.
Horses, like swords and bows, can only be effective if they meet a suitable owner.
Just give me a horse that will not die within a few days.
Enough.
Giving away such a good horse is a waste. " Seeing what Elleras was going to say, she took the lead and said: "If your Highness must make your words count, then give it to me.
I want it.
I will take this horse and exchange it with you for another one.
That's it."
Now."
After saying that, he turned around to look at the other horses, as if he had already begun to choose the horse for exchange.
Needless to say, Elleras would be grateful.
Maybe he was a little regretful about agreeing to give him the mount.
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The racecourse seems to be a romantic and special place, but it is actually smelly and dirty.
It is impossible for the horse to run to the stable for convenience, and there is no fixed place.
Wherever is convenient for you.
She only had her hands holding her floor-length skirt, carefully stepping over each pile of horse manure and skirting the grass that looked a little wet.
"Be careful...here..."
Omrod, who came with him, led the way from the front.
He really didn't come in person.
Finally walking out of the horse farm, a few more big-antlered deer came over, and a smaller fawn sniffed at her curiously with its dark, wet nose.
Very interesting.
She reached out her hand and touched the deer's head.
As a result, the deer became bolder and bit a corner of her wide sleeve in his mouth.
"Hey.
No, this is not grass."
Omrod pretended to hit her, but the deer just bit her dark green sleeve and shook its head.
"There's no rush.
I'll think of a way."
Omrod was about to pry the deer's mouth open.
As a result, there was a loud snorting sound next to it, "Whoosh, Whoosh!"
A doe scratched the ground with her front hooves, and the horns on her head were facing each other, looking like she was going to fight for her life.
Although the female deer's antlers are not as arrogant as the male deer's, they still weigh ten pounds, and it will definitely taste good when being gored.
She smiled: "Let it go, let's go."
So she continued to move forward, while the deer bit her sleeve indomitably.
Follow along.
The doe got anxious and got up immediately.
It howled loudly, meaning to let the deer come back.
The fawn then let go of its baby teeth and jumped back to the doe to drink milk.
Seeing that the corner of the sleeve was wrinkled, Omrod wanted to pull it up to take a look, but in the end he did not do so and said with a bit of complaint: "It's probably bitten through."
A man looked a bit like a mother-in-law.
Alelas rolled his eyes inadvertently and said to Alandel: "Go back and have a look.
If it's broken, fix it."
But he immediately smiled bitterly: "Take it to the elf who knows how to sew and thread.
I'm not telling you, you should learn a little bit.
Even I can at least stick needles in clothes instead of pricking my fingers all the time."
If your clothes are torn when you go out, should you give them to a male elf to mend?"
Omrod whispered with a smile: "If you can make a thousand changes with a knife, can't you conquer a small needle?
As long as you study hard, there is nothing you can't learn."
Alandel's face was red and annoyed.
After hearing this, she glared at Omrod and said happily: "I have learned it.
I will make up for it when I go back."
Forget it, after hearing this, I really don’t feel comfortable handing over the clothes to this female man.
It’s nice to wear clothes that don’t need to be patched so that the sleeves are different sizes.
But we can't make Alandel more embarrassed on the spot, so let's wait until we get back.
"Just in time, I'll look for a few more."
Omrod was flattering.
What woman doesn't like more clothes?
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Alandel suddenly asked: "It's not that easy to find, where can you find it?"
Omrod was looking at her with a smile.
He didn't know what to say and said without thinking: "There should be a lot of clothes in this size.
Ask other elves who have had children."
After saying this, he realized that he had said the wrong thing.
He was stunned at first, and then his face turned red.
He glared at Arundel with resentment, but Arundel kept smiling like a fox who stole grapes.
She was wearing Elf children's clothes, pretending not to hear anything and continued walking forward.
Her figure is indeed not as good as the average height of the elves.
In this place where male elves are 1.8 meters tall and female elves are 1.77 meters tall, there are many elves over 1.85 meters tall.
The height of the Elf King is just like that of the Elf King in the movie.
He is so tall that people look up to him when he walks out.
Is it true that elves are different from humans in that their bodies are always growing?
The longer their lifespan, the taller they are.
Because he said the wrong thing, Omrod said less after that.
He followed him to the small courtyard, went upstairs, and walked to the door of the room.
Outside the door, Alelas stopped Omrod with his hand.
Omrod also shouted at the door: "Cheng, I'm leaving first."
"See you later."
She said casually, walked in, and sat directly on the bed.
She was exhausted from walking so much today.
"Okay, see you later."
Omrod shouted cheerfully at the door, even if Alelas blocked him, he stretched his neck and poked his head, hoping to take one last look at her.
It seemed that Omrod could not be dismissed for the time being, so Alelas said goodbye directly at the door and pulled him away.
Lying on the bed, Alandel took out the clothes from the wooden wardrobe: "Which one do you want to wear?
This one or that one."
"Anything will do."
She cheered up, pointed at something, and lay down to sleep after changing her clothes.
After getting enough sleep, she slowly opened her eyes.
It was already night outside the window.
Another day has passed, and I don’t know where my teammates are now.
They must be nearby and starting to inquire about her.
I was afraid that when the elves came to look for them, they would escape.
It seemed like someone was playing a musical instrument.
He got up from the bed, walked to the window sill and looked down.
An elf was playing a plucked instrument similar to a guitar.
The music was very melodious and beautiful, and when I looked again, I saw it was Omrod.
He was wearing an elf's double-breasted robe and was sitting on the stone steps downstairs.
Is it possible that this elf is really crazy about her?
She is a mixed race, and this guy is blond and blue-eyed and should belong to the aristocracy.
The ears of the elves must be very sensitive.
When they heard a slight movement upstairs, Omrod stopped playing the instrument.
Before he even raised his head, she turned away from the window and returned to the bed. , and lay down.
The music stopped playing, as if Omrod had left.
She laughed self-deprecatingly, maybe others were just playing it for fun, but she was overly concerned about it.
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She has not yet reached the point where everyone loves her, flowers bloom when she sees her, and elves love her desperately when they see her.
The door opened and Alandel walked in: "Did you hear the sound of the piano just now?"
"Yeah, it's very beautiful."
She admitted it.
Only the deaf person could not hear the music.
Alandel also reminded: "Playing in front of the window of your beloved at night is an expression of our love."
"Really?"
She deliberately went around the bush: "It seems that he has fallen in love with you.
You can think about it."
"Like me."
Alandel was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed: "This is impossible."
"How is it impossible?"
She turned around with interest and looked at Alandel sitting on the chair beside the bed.
Alandel thought for a while, bit her lip and let go, her lips became redder and redder: "I am a wood elf, and only elves with hair as dark as mine will like me."
"Oh" she said in a nasal tone: "So what class does Omrod belong to?"
Alandel said softly: "He belongs to a nobler ethnic group than me, and I am not worthy of him."
They were all attracted by the elf prince, and he was still so humble. . .
Her smile grew wider: "You are not worthy of him, then I am worthy of him":