The gesture of drawing the sword is very cool, and the armor is very powerful.
The gesture of handing the sword to her is neither humble nor arrogant, but noble.
As expected, the elves are all rich and handsome, but she is not here to admire the handsome guys.
Cheng Qianxun sat on the horse and did not reach out to pick up the sword.
If it had been anyone else, they would have picked up the sword long ago.
Any of the elven swords can be replaced with two or three good horses, right?
He looked sideways at Thernhill and gave her a sword to see if she was willing to take it.
Thernhill waited for a while, making sure that she would not take the sword and then said: "Do you want to fight out with bare hands?"
"Why do you have to fight out?"
She didn't want to fight.
She had to know that there were many people on the other side: "No matter how you got here, you can get out the same way.
If you leave a breath, it can be considered as repayment for me."
She just worked hard to make the elves feel that they owed her.
If she didn't take the sword, she might still have a chance, otherwise she would have to fight.
Thernhill's faint smile was really cold and charming.
He raised his hand and signaled the elf who sent the sword to retreat.
After thinking for a while, he raised his head slightly, kept his hands behind his back, and began to walk left and right.
As he walked, he said casually: "Since you think it is more convenient not to hold the sword, then don't take it.
In fact, it is very easy to go out.
I heard that you They are very capable, and our clan also likes martial arts, so please choose one of them to compete with each other.
No matter you win or lose, you can go."
Then he stopped and looked sideways with a smile: "How about it?"
This is called looking back and smiling.
If this elf king is allowed to play the role of The Hobbit, he will definitely have many fans, overwhelming the protagonist.
In this shot alone, there will be thousands of fans.
Thousands of people went to lick the screen.
"Do I have a choice?"
she asked.
Thurnhill smiled with a hint of slyness: "You can choose who you want to compete with."
Let her spar.
Actually, I want to see how much she weighs and if she is powerful.
Then there's a chance he won't let her go.
This requires judgment on how to do it.
Offended the elves.
It's not a rational thing.
She jumped off the horse, Elelas glanced sideways at Omrod, and Omrod immediately said: "I would like to learn a lesson."
Alandel stared, and then shouted: "We should find the same opponent, I am willing."
She stood there with a sneer on her lips, then grabbed the horse's mane and dragged the horse towards Thurnhill.
Probably no woman has ever had the courage to refuse to accept the king's words.
But that’s what she wanted to do.
If she answered the question, she would fight.
If she said no, she would compromise.
Silence at this time was not cowardice.
The horse was also obedient, knowing that daring to rebel against her at this time would not bring good results, so he followed her and walked forward.
She said with a smile: "I have to leave before dark, otherwise I really won't be able to leave."
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She continued to move forward as if there was no one else around, and on the dry bridge in front of her stood the Elf King who was so beautiful that he seemed to be a celestial being.
Thurnhill put his hands behind his back in front of him.
One hand slowly drew out his sword.
This was the second time he drew his sword.
He had already drawn it once before, but this time it was definitely not as simple as pointing it at her nose.
This sword is very special and very long, if ordinary people.
When standing, it reaches the chest.
It definitely feels too long and restricts movement.
So the sword also has to be paired with its owner.
The sword is long and slender, and most elven swords have a bright surface, but this sword has unusually complicated patterns.
Just like the careful thoughts of its owner.
The head of the sword is slightly curved, and it is actually more like a mixture of a sword and a knife.
And she still pulled the horse.
He walked forward with a smile, not even looking at Thurnhill and the special sword in his hand.
I don't know if this sword is one of the seven famous swords, but it is absolutely beautiful, just like its owner.
Thernhill was holding a long sword, and she was leading the horse.
Although the dry bridge was not wide, it was big enough to pass a carriage, so she turned slightly and walked slowly to Thernhill's side, stopping when she passed by.
"Thank you for your hospitality these days, Your Majesty.
I hope to see you again one day."
She thanked him.
At this time, the other party's lack of action proved that he did not intend to do it again.
Sure enough, it was just a bluff to test her, and if she didn't move, he wouldn't let his men compete with her.
"You're welcome, and thank you for helping my people."
Thernhill also stood there and responded softly.
She took the horse and moved on.
No one was going to stop her anymore, so she should be allowed to go.
It's not a good time to leave at this time, there's no need to give her the promised horse, and I feel like I don't owe her anything.
The suspension bridge has been lowered, and I still feel a little emotional as I walk across it. . .
The elves are so handsome.
After walking across the suspension bridge, and just as he was about to mount his horse, Omrod's voice came from behind: "Cheng, Cheng, wait for me."
Waiting for you bastard, a useless little elf noble, she jumped onto the horse, but Omrod was quite fast and ran over and grabbed the horse's mane when she was about to run away.
"Cheng, don't go."
Omrod grabbed the mane tightly.
Just when she was about to roll her eyes and say harsh words, he said extremely sincerely: "It's not an order, it's a plea.
I beg you to stay, I want to be with you."
Together, from the first time I saw you, I knew that what I was waiting for in this life was coming.
Will you join the elves and spend the rest of your life with me until the end of this life."
Looking at Omrod's handsome face that seemed to be able to shine, and his eyes that could squeeze out water, she was stunned.
Although she didn't know the customs of the elves, these words seemed to be a proposal.
The elves should be monogamous and focus on soul mates.
Once they find one, they will be together forever unless one of them dies.
But it will take a long time to find another one.
They will not get married easily and attach great importance to the established relationship between men and women.
Because they are the tribe closest to God, their souls are also the purest.
I didn’t expect that she would still have peach blossoms here.
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I really wanted to laugh.
Actually, peach blossoms are flying all over the sky and spring is everywhere.
Oh God, God, did you do this on purpose?
From the ancient times of thousands of years to the future world, everywhere They all left their feelings behind, and now in another world, this happens again.
Any love that cannot last long is a bad fate.
No matter how good it starts, the ending will be tragic.
At this time, she was already able to solve things that ordinary people would find difficult and hesitant to do with ease.
"Thank you very much for favoring me.
I also believe you are serious."
She said seriously and calmly: "I already have a fiancé among my friends.
I have my fiancé and we love each other very much.
It's not your fault. .
You are just late, I’m sorry.
I hope you can meet someone who is really suitable for you in the future.”
Omrod's eyes dimmed: "Is it true?"
She looked into the other person's eyes and said, "It's true.
Wait until I find them and bring them to you.
You will know that he is the truly suitable spouse for me."
Omrod's hand holding the horse's mane slowly let go.
The disappointment in his eyes was obvious.
He took a deep breath and forced a smile: "I'm really unlucky...
I wish you happiness."
"Thank you" she responded, secretly relieved, she was an elf after all, very sensible and generous.
Just about to leave.
Suddenly there was a shout of killing coming from the front.
They both looked sideways, and saw a large black wave of orcs running towards them, shouting and holding maces.
These orcs were different from the orcs I had seen before.
They were taller.
Each one was as tall as 1.9 meters, and some were even three meters tall.
There are many more types.
The orcs at the back move slowly, but have extremely strong load-bearing capabilities, dragging various simple wooden vehicles for siege.
Look over.
Densely packed, massive attack Omrod immediately turned his head, pulled the horse's hair and ran inside, shouting loudly: "Hurry up and release the suspension bridge!"
And she rolled her eyes.
I have no choice but to go back now.
Is the above intentional?
After running into the suspension bridge, several elves were turning the reels.
After a "click" sound.
No matter how much the spirit turns, the wheel will not move.
An elf shouted: "Stuck."
"Hey, hey, hey" the elves drew out their swords one after another.
Because the orcs were almost rushing to the entrance of the suspension bridge.
Omrod also drew out his sword, and when she saw it, she snatched it away.
I saw another elf running over.
He also grabbed the sword in his hand and said: "Go quickly, hurry up and inform the king.
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The rest of the people will build the suspension bridge, and I will hold it up first."
He took the sword and rushed forward.
After using the magic power, just as she expected, the sword suddenly revealed its light.
If the sword is made by the elves using light magic, then it can also expand the magic power of the heaven.
Originally the sword was three feet long, but after the magic power was added, the light penetrated five feet.
There is a faint black color in the golden light, because the magic power of the underworld has been blended with the magic power of the heaven, so when the sword was repaired just now, the dark magic it resisted was able to be resolved.
If the elves are conquered, the tree may be destroyed by the orcs, because if the tree is destroyed, the elves will not be able to survive in Middle-earth.
It can be inferred that the elves are gone, the trees are gone, and of course the fruits are gone. so. . .
Fight hard She slashed left and right with both swords.
After adding magic power to the sword, it was sharper than anything else.
When the sword struck down, blood immediately splashed with the light of the sword's edge.
"Ouch" an orc on the left roared.
His thick waist was cut off, and he fell to the ground, writhing in pain.
He was still unable to die for a while.
The one on the right had half of his head cut off and died immediately.
After killing two orcs cleanly, the other orcs didn't know whether they were still unwilling to give up, or were just stupid in their minds, or they kept rushing forward.
Then continue to kill.
Anyone who dares to stop her from completing her mission, no matter what it is, will die. . .
He raised his magic power, leaped high, and jumped onto the heads of the orcs.
With a gorgeous turn, the two swords were like flying knives on gears, and the heads of the two orcs were cut off at once, and they rolled on the ground.
When she fell to the ground, two huge, headless bodies on the left and right fell down with a "plop", raising a lot of dust.
The orc finally got timid, holding various thick wooden sticks, and looked at her without daring to step forward.
She kept her hands spread out and held the sword, glared, and turned around suddenly.
The elves behind her were still standing in the same place, dumbfounded, with their mouths slightly open.
"What are you doing?"
she said angrily, "You haven't called for help yet."
As if she were a god, it might be okay if she wasn't injured, but the injury hasn't fully healed yet, so it won't last long.
Only then did the elves come back to their senses and quickly went to change what they were doing.
"Ouch" After a stalemate for a while, some of the orcs finally lost their patience.
After all, they were so numerous that they couldn't believe they couldn't defeat this thin woman in front of them who didn't look like an elf either.
One by one, they came up with various huge weapons.
She grasped the sword tightly with both hands, gritted her teeth and rushed forward again, killing and killing. . .
Blood kept spattering in all directions as the sword rose and fell, dyeing the soil on the ground red.
The huge corpses of the orcs fell to the ground one by one like big trees, and the orcs behind them seemed to be endless, constantly coming out of the dense forest.
It only took about five minutes to kill as many orcs as she could, but in a short period of time, she killed at least forty or fifty orcs.
Let the corpses pile up at the entrance of the suspension bridge, blocking the orc army behind.
So many corpses are also a deterrent to him.
Some of the orcs retreated, but they were beaten on the head and scolded by the orcs and had no choice but to continue on.
In the dictionary of the orcs, there are only obedience and death, which means loyalty and fearlessness.
At this time, I felt that the three-meter-tall orcs at the back were really happy.
Judging from their collapsed heads, their brain capacity was only about the size of a field mouse.
The ignorant are fearless, and they were beginning to be pushed to the front.
Such tall orcs are extremely strong.
If you are not careful, you may be injured by the bigger sticks in their hands.
Are their weapons made directly from a tree?
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He passed over the head of a three-meter-tall orc and landed on the ground.
His legs became weak and he squatted on the ground.
She slowly stood up and looked at the orcs in front of her who started to retreat with red eyes with disdain, but this was only temporary, because they would come to try their luck again, and their previous experience made them unable to believe the failure before them.
The huge orc standing motionless behind him had his body broken into three pieces, and then fell to the ground like a stone.
The living orcs became even more timid and started to retreat.
My mana is almost exhausted, I am so tired, my legs and hands are as heavy as lead.
But she had to straighten her back and pretend to be energetic and invincible.
Otherwise, she will be the next to die.
"Ouch!"
an orc raised his mace and howled loudly.
The orcs around her also began to howl to be brave, thank you, thank you, if you keep shouting for a while, she would be really exhausted.
For a moment, the howling of the orcs resounded throughout the dense forest and could be heard about ten kilometers away.
She held a sword in both hands and faced these ugly orc army.
Either they withdraw or they have to fight hard.
Otherwise, if the elves are in trouble and the tree is destroyed, she will still die.
Instead of dying like this, it's better to kill him vigorously and vigorously "Ouch!"
The orc who seemed to be the leader raised his arms, and it was clear without translation that they planned to attack together.
If so many orcs attacked together, they would trample her to death.
Then prepare to die.
She raised the two swords that were already stained with blood, and swung them left and right to shake the blood out of the sword.
The sword body regained most of its brightness, and her eyes were sharp: "Come on":