Her current identity is considered mixed-race, not an elf.
The status of mixed-race people is even lower.
Even humans would consider them aliens and freaks.
Sure enough, Omrod also belongs to a higher-status elven race.
Reincarnation is really a technical job.
Whether it is done well or not will completely affect the quality of life in the future.
Alaindel had a sad look on her face, a tomboy is still a woman after all.
Cheng Qianxun was about to say a few words of comfort when there was a knock on the door.
Alandel went to open the door and immediately whispered: "King."
Thernhill came, but he was very diligent and took care of her injuries.
Cheng Qianxun was still lying lazily on the bed without looking back.
He waited until the other party came in, then turned his head and said hello: " Your Majesty, what’s the matter with your visit?”
There was a sound of closing the door from behind.
Seeing that Lali and Alandel were sent out, all it took was a sideways look and a look.
The elf under him was not an idiot and should know what to do.
"I just got the news.
There are rumors that Omrod admires you very much."
Thernhill stood by the window, as if he was standing in front of the throne.
With a bit of kingly nobility, or arrogance.
She laughed: "Your Majesty, are you here to confirm the rumor?"
Since it is a rumor, is there any need to ask?
If it wasn't a rumor, wouldn't it be clearer to ask Omrod directly.
"That's it."
Thurnhill didn't rush, since he had plenty of time anyway.
The lifespan of the elves is very long, and they can live for three to four thousand years.
She thought for a while and found a more decent answer: "I hope it is, being appreciated by others is not a shameful thing.
Let alone an elf."
Thernhill needs to use his brain now, but considering his qualifications, it only takes a moment or two: "And he is also an Elf of the Silo Tribe."
"What kind of clan?
I never do research."
She immediately pushed back, with a mocking tone: "But his golden hair is like gold, shining so brightly that you can see it from a distance.
I am still with His Majesty.
The hair color of a prince is the same."
Thurnhill needed four or five seconds now.
He turned around and looked out the window: "The scenery here is not bad."
"It's not that good here.
Maybe it's because of my humble status.
I don't feel the greatness of this room and the yard.
But the grass and woods outside are not bad, and the fountain is also quite elegant."
She said it in anger.
He might tell Alandel that his status is humble and he needs to understand his status.
But it's best not to tell her, she must say it herself, otherwise she will fall out immediately.
Who cares about you Elf King, get on your horse and leave immediately.
A brief silence passed.
Thernhill turned around: "Then I will arrange for you to live in other rooms.
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There are some close to the fountain, but they are all places where the wood elves who serve you live.
And I am considering whether to accept some people's opinions, Several people have suggested that I accept you and become one of us, for fear of causing your displeasure.
After all, I am still very grateful to you for saving the lives of my son and my tribe. " It’s such a paragraph, and the content in it is really rich.
She also took a moment to sort it out.
Then he said: "Thank you for the good intentions of those elves who made suggestions to Your Majesty, but I don't want to join the elves.
This may change my life.
I live a good life and don't want to change anything.
As for where to live, if my friends can If you come earlier, you don’t have to change things for a day or two.
Otherwise, I would be happy to stay in a room with a better view. ” It's really pitiful about Alandel's identity.
Who told her she wasn't blond and light-colored?
The racial classification is everywhere, including the elves.
In the human world, not only during the Second World War, there was the magical country of Asan, where the superiority and inferiority of people with surnames and races has continued for thousands of years.
She also knew that no conclusion could be drawn.
After all, she was not an elf or a member of the clan here.
He also saved the elves here, and more importantly, the injuries on his body were also given by his tribe.
Thurnhill said: "Your friends have sent out a small team to search, but currently there are only traces of them, not their presence.
Don't worry, they will be found.
As for the room, you are a guest.
I hope you don't dislike it and continue to stay."
Here, after all, there are relatively few elves living here, which is good for healing.”
She smiled and nodded: "Being respectful is worse than obeying orders."
In any case, this room is also more important and should be closer to the nobles and royal family.
Having a good relationship with the boss will also help you climb trees in the future.
Otherwise, why would a group of outsiders with unknown origins climb the sacred tree of the elves?
Thurnhill suddenly became interested: "You seem to be tired today.
If you are free tomorrow, I would like you to visit other places in the Jungle Castle."
"Okay, thank you Your Majesty."
She agreed.
Nonsense, apart from lying in bed and sleeping, she has other things to do and she doesn't have time, so who else has time.
Don’t waste it when you’re here.
It’s also nice to visit the Elf Castle in the Land of Dreams.
The next day, after putting on the clothes Alaindel gave her, there was a knock on the door.
I opened the door and saw that it was Omrod.
"Why are you here?"
Alandel looked out the door.
"The king sent me here."
Omrod also hit the nail on the head: "Did someone feel disappointed because he didn't come?"
Alaindel went to put away the clothes she had changed with a straight face: "I'm disappointed, I'm afraid you didn't introduce me well."
"As a guide, His Royal Highness is naturally more familiar with the situation in the Jungle Castle, but I'm not as bad as you say."
Omrod, like other elves, behaves politely.
He asked her: "It's an honor to serve such a beautiful and special lady.
Are you ready?"
It's okay to be special, but not beautiful.
She didn't refute, raised her eyebrows, and walked out of the room at Omrod's "please" gesture.
"The Jungle Castle was built seventeen hundred years ago and has been continuously expanded to its current size.
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It should be big enough already, so no more buildings were built.
Otherwise, you could hear the clanking sound of digging earth, and you would think it was human beings.
"The mine."
Omrod seemed to have worked hard, and the introduction was not boring.
Walking to the corridor that Elleras brought, Omrod took her there this time.
When we reached the end, our eyes suddenly opened up.
It turns out that the castle does develop inwards.
Inside, countless torches, pearls, crystals, silver, and mirrors illuminated the darkness in perfect harmony with each other.
Huge pillars were erected in it, supporting the entire huge space.
It’s very spectacular.
The scenes from The Hobbit were probably chosen here as well.
The artist did it in his dream.
She followed Omrod as she walked, and the layers of stone steps were kept clean.
This should be the root of the tree.
If the soil inside is hollowed out, it will become a hollow.
Then erect pillars for reinforcement.
"Natural trees are very stable, otherwise we would have to deal with the permanent roots every year.
Thank you so much, there is no such problem.
Once it grows, it will not change."
Omrod stopped. , his eyes became very bright: "You are really special, even if you are an elf.
You will be surprised when you come here for the first time, but you don't seem to be surprised at all."
There is nothing she has not seen before, and nothing she has not experienced.
Even if a huge monster suddenly falls from the sky, she will not be surprised.
She smiled.
The space here is very large, with about thousands of elves inside.
Some elves are rolling barrels.
Omrod explained that these are wine.
"It means fermenting grapes or fruits, which means after they are rotten..."
Omrod was thinking about how to better explain the meaning of wine.
She interrupted lightly: "I know.
There are also wheat, rice and other brews.
Maybe after I recover from the injury, I can ask for half a cup to taste."
Now Omrod felt embarrassed.
But immediately moved on to other topics: “Can you drink?”
"Have a taste."
She continued walking forward, looking around casually as if she were sightseeing: "I don't need to eat or drink, but I can still taste it."
Why don't you need to eat when you get here?
You can only ask the heaven.
In fact, this is good, otherwise, in the barren land outside, there will be very little to eat from the weeds, trees, and gophers in the ground.
No need for categories, what to eat when you are hungry.
At this time, two elves happened to be passing by not far away.
Seeing her and Omrod together, they stopped and talked softly.
"I heard that she is very powerful and has magic power.
She may be proficient in the legendary dark magic and light magic."
"How is this possible?
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Dark magic and light magic have always been exclusive.
It is impossible to have both kinds of magic at the same time."
"But she has it, maybe because of her blood..."
The two people laughed.
Dark magic probably refers to human blood, and light naturally refers to elves.
This is really vicious.
Unable to listen anymore, she walked over: "Let me satisfy your curiosity.
What I use is not dark magic, nor light magic.
As for what it is, I tell you, you may not be able to understand it.
If you have any other questions , you can come to me directly.
Talking directly in front of me will make me unhappy."
The two elves suddenly showed surprise on their faces, then quickly apologized and turned around to leave.
Omrod came up from behind: "You are so awesome.
They speak Samiana language, but you actually understand this language."
What kind of language must be similar to cuneiform, ancient Latin and other older and rarer languages.
The big thing is for sure, the elves not only worship the powerful, but also the knowledgeable.
Judging from the tone of the two blond elves' apology just now, it seemed that they were doing so with respect.
She didn't say anything and continued walking inside.
Anyway, that was all.
There was no point in explaining it.
From this, I wonder if she can understand all the languages of the elves, just like she can understand all the human languages on the earth.
In fact, the human language here may also use a unique language, and she understands it.
But why?
I don’t have time to think about this now, because there is something more interesting.
"This is where we elves keep some valuable things."
Omrod took her to a room.
Instead of being as flashy as a treasure cave, with glittering gold and dazzling jewelry everywhere, this place looks very simple.
There is a painting hanging on the wall, but the painting is so old that it is almost impossible to tell what is painted on it.
Beside the wall, on the stone table in the middle, there are some items, utensils, armor and weapons randomly placed.
"It doesn't matter if you look at it or pick it up and touch it, but don't hurt your hands.
Some things are still very sharp."
Omrod saw her standing in front of the painting and said, "It is said that this is the mother of Elleras.
The portrait is the portrait of the queen.
Unfortunately, it has been too long and has lost its original color.
Only elves who are over three hundred years old can still remember the general appearance."
Time is like a butcher's knife.
It can not only disfigure a beautiful woman beyond recognition, but also turn many things into dust.
Although the appearance of the elves cannot be changed, they will change their hearts as time goes by.
It is true that the elves place their memories randomly, but it is precisely because they have seen that everything will eventually return to dust and dust to dust, so they become casual.
No matter how important something is, no matter how much it is saved, it can only extend its lifespan for a period of time.
However, with the thousands of years of life of the elves, how many things can accompany them from beginning to end?
He walked over again and there was a sword in the center.
The difference is that this sword is broken.
"As we all know, in addition to brewing wine, the elves are also the best in making swords and armor."
Omrod picked up the handle of the broken sword: "This sword was used by the king's father when he fought against the demons.
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At that time Although his sword was cut off by the demons, in the end the demons were driven back to the depths of darkness and sealed away, never being able to set foot in Middle Earth."
There really was this battle, and she took the broken sword from Omrod.
This must have happened thousands of years ago, but the broken sword is still shining brightly, and the sword surface can even be used as a mirror.
The casting technology of the elves is indeed very superb, but humans are still in the barbarian stage, wielding maces made of pig iron and waving them around.
Only nobles and leaders had broken swords, which probably couldn't chop wood fast enough.
Possessing an elf sword may be every human's dream.
Seeing that there was a broken sword on the stone table, it was equally sharp.
It was a miracle that the ruthless years had not left any traces on this sword.
The existence of the elves itself is a miracle.
She suddenly had an impulse and idea, and looked at the broken sword on the table that was dusty and hadn't been cleaned for a while. . .
The broken sword slowly floated up. . .
Omrod's eyes widened, and he watched in surprise as the broken sword floated up, then slowly stood up and floated towards the other half in Cheng Qianxun's hand. . .
The fractures are connected to each other, and after so many years, the fractures can still be closed perfectly.
She stretched out her fingers, pinched the edge of the sword with her fingertips, and then let go.
At this time, the sword was already connected.
"You don't blame me for the broken swords reuniting."
She put the sword back on the table.
Omrod picked up the sword and shook it, and the sword recovered.
Looking at her in astonishment: "How did you do that?"
She said coldly: "I probably used what you call dark magic and light magic."
Omrod's mouth was open, but he couldn't speak for a long time, then he turned around and ran away with his sword.
Just ran away, really ran away. . .
This time it was her turn to be surprised, and then she continued to look at other things in the room depressedly
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