When she heard that most of the spiders were killed by the orcs, she was a little surprised and asked: "That thing can be eaten."
"Orcs will eat anything."
Alandel said with disdain.
"Oh, when I smashed them, there was a lot of white juice.
Maybe it tasted like bugs."
She recalled that bugs were actually quite nutritious, but they looked ugly.
They were really made into mud.
I didn't tell them what they were.
Just eat them.
So he ate it.
All three of them had weird expressions, and Omrod almost vomited.
Alandel asked cautiously: "Cheng, you shouldn't have eaten bugs before.
You don't need to ingest food."
She smiled, walked to the bed and lay down.
She drank some wine just now and felt her cheeks were a little hot.
She put her hand on her forehead and said with a hint of sleepiness: "Don't be constrained by what you eat.
If you want to survive, even if The same kind of people have to eat it too.
I'm a little tired.
Call me later when you need me to make my debut."
When she heard the slight sound of the three of them walking out and closing the door, she was still lying there, holding her forehead slightly with her hands, closing her eyes and concentrating.
The aftertaste of this wine is a bit strong, and my head feels a little bloated.
Or she hasn't eaten for a long time, so the wine is absorbed very quickly Wine is the most comfortable when you are tipsy.
As I was lying in a daze, I heard a male elf outside the window shouting: "What are you doing there...
What?
What are you doing with your gestures?
I don't understand..."
She opened her eyes and saw a male elf holding the window on the window sill, gesturing to the people downstairs to stop shouting.
But the elf downstairs obviously did it on purpose: "What, I don't understand.
Please speak up..."
Still lying on the bed, too lazy to get up, he closed his eyes.
He said in a nasal voice: "Who?"
The male elf's voice was filled with embarrassment and shyness: "I wanted to put a flower on the windowsill, but I didn't expect you to have come back...
You are so beautiful..."
She is still wearing gorgeous clothes and is wearing the Elf King's treasure around her neck.
It's strange that she's not beautiful.
If she were wearing linen clothes, would she still be called beautiful?
She smiled at the corner of her mouth: "Don't be outside anymore..."
Before he finished speaking, he heard that the elf had jumped down.
She deliberately continued speaking slowly: "Be careful if you slip and fall.
Why don't you come in and have a glass of water?
Where did you go?
Then forget it."
I heard the male elf below yell regretfully: "Then I'll come up right now."
Someone else stopped me: "We've already come down, what are you going up for...
Forget it.
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Don't go up..."
"It's all you..."
Before this guy could say it in shame, he was coaxed away.
Alandel came in at this time, and she must have heard it.
She stood up and walked to the window sill.
On the windowsill.
Sure enough, there is a red flower.
Not a rose, but it would be nice to find a flower in the area.
Alandel saw her twisting the flower and said with a smile: "This is also a way for the elves to show their love."
"Put the flowers on the windowsill" she asked.
"Yes."
Alandel replied.
She transferred the flowers to Alandel: "Flowers are one of the means of plant reproduction and are equivalent to the uterus of animals.
Please stop picking them.
I thank the flower sender for his kindness, but please don't send any more.
The first flower If I accept it, I will be angry the second time.”
Alandel was stunned for a moment.
Watching her lie back again.
She closed her eyes: "Get me some clothes, any piece of clothing."
Alandel went out again.
After a while, he came back: "I took the clothes to be washed, but they said they were not dry and were still wet.
They only gave me this one."
She dug her eyes and looked down.
It was a completely black dress.
Alandel felt like she couldn't say it anymore: "They must have done it on purpose.
Black is for funerals, and there is a banquet in the evening.
Or just wear this one.
The king never said that he would return it."
Maybe they did it on purpose to make her look embarrassed at night; maybe it was Thurnhill or someone else who did it on purpose so that she couldn't return the clothes.
She thought for a while and then said: "Put it aside.
I'll take a nap first.
When it's almost time to start, you wake me up."
It suddenly turned dark and it was night again.
When she followed Alandel into the courtyard with the fountain, her eyes couldn't help but light up.
Many torches and bonfires illuminated the yard.
The water in the spray reflected the firelight with silver light, like streams of silver with red outer flames.
There are many tables placed in the center of the courtyard.
At the table at the back, Thurnhill is sitting at the head seat, with his son on the left and the seat on the right still empty.
Many elves were chatting and laughing softly in their respective positions, and some took out musical instruments to play.
There are about dozens of people here, all of whom without exception have blond hair and should belong to the same family of nobles.
There are no loud noises, only whispers.
And she became the focus of many eyes.
When she stepped in, almost all the elves who were talking stopped temporarily.
Alandel said softly from the side: "The king is waiting for you."
That seat seemed to be reserved for her, so she walked in with her head held high, looking straight at the table and walking to the main table without fear.
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And what she was wearing was not a silver gauze floor-length fairy dress, but a black mourning dress.
She didn't wear any "Moonlight Star" robes around her neck.
She just walked over in pitch black and asked each table to wear embroidered plackets.
The men and women in robes looked sideways, with eyes of different shades, almost all of them burning.
When Thernhill and his son sat together, they could immediately tell the difference.
After all, Jiang was the older one, and he also smiled.
Elleras' smile showed directly on his face; while the Elf King just raised the corners of his mouth, usually smiling.
It will be the same whether he is happy or unhappy.
Relatively speaking, one is much greener.
The IQ development of the elves may be directly proportional to their age.
At this time, humans may start a family and start a business at the age of thirteen or fourteen, and men have to bear the burden of the entire family.
The elves, on the other hand, barely reach adulthood at the age of two hundred, so they can squander their time as much as they can.
They usually pass their time by learning musical instruments, reading, and archery.
Even if I have too much time, I will sit by the fountain, quietly listening to the sound of running water all day long, meditating on various strange problems.
In fact, thinking more is worse than doing more, the same is true for vampires.
In three hundred years, you can become a senior vampire and your brain will become smart.
She walked over and sat on the empty seat.
Although there were still many empty spots along the way, other elves might timidly sit behind, but she didn't want that.
If you want others to see her reaction, then you shouldn't let them down.
After sitting down, Thurnhill said meaningfully: "You did wear it after all."
She asked playfully: "That is indeed what Your Majesty meant."
"That's not what I meant."
Thurnhill picked up the wine and took a sip: "But I knew it, and of course I didn't stop it."
Looking at some female elves with gloomy faces, they were obviously dissatisfied with the fact that the person they were attracted to had their own desires.
This time it's clothes.
What else will happen in the future?
In order to find a topic, she asked: "Your Majesty should have received the clothes and jewelry I returned.
They should not be damaged."
This needs to be asked clearly.
Don't think she had taken it before if there was even a gem missing.
"As good as ever."
Thurnhill responded: "Actually, you can stay."
She smiled: "Clothes and jewelry are not suitable for people like me.
Compared with them, I am more curious.
Why is that piece of jewelry called the Moonlight Star?
Was there ever a moon here?"
This time Thernhill was a little surprised: "Of course it has happened, but it was long ago, even before I came.
It is said that the ancestors of the elves moved to Middle-earth from the outside world and planted The tree of nature.
The tree grew taller and taller, and eventually covered all the sun and moon.
This necklace was made when the dwarves still existed, before the tree completely covered the sky."
After finishing speaking, he seemed to be carrying many memories, and his blue eyes were a little lost in thought: "I didn't expect that it has only been a few hundred years.
The tree grows so fast, is it watered by the blood of demons, dwarves and elves..."
It seems that this Elf King also has a lot of stories.
But she is too lazy to pursue the truth.
This kind of history is none of her business.
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Thurnhill came back to his senses: "Do you want to drink?"
"Drink."
She grabbed the wine bottle and poured a little into the empty wine glass in front of her: "That's it.
Any more will make you drunk.
I wish you the best for the upcoming days and the lost years."
She looked up.
Neck, drank all the wine in one gulp.
Thernhill smiled, but took a slightly larger sip.
She scanned the entire place and saw Omrod sitting two or three tables away from her.
It seems that this man is indeed a minor nobleman, perhaps because he is young, so he is still far away. . .
There's nothing you can do about it, no matter how cold-hearted you are, this is the gap.
Since it's never possible, it's best never to start.
She doesn't care about what lasts forever, she just wants to have what she once had.
Such words are irresponsible to her.
She owed too much emotional debt and could no longer owe it.
The melodious sound of the flute sounded, and a male elf came over with a long wooden flute, playing it very beautifully.
Before he had time to appreciate it, another male elf with a guitar-like instrument also came over.
With flexible skills, he suppressed the sound of the flute with a variety of melodies.
Not far from another table, a male elf asked: "Cheng, which instrument can you play?"
She doesn't know how to play any musical instrument.
She can either get a few broken barrels and beat them with a mallet to play a "broken drum beat" With a quick thought, she responded: "If there is music here, it would only be the screams of the enemy and the sound of swords clashing with each other."
An elf smiled and said: "Alelas, just like your captain Alaindel, he only cares about fighting."
It seems that Alandel is indeed very desperate and spends all her energy on fighting, that's why she said this.
Alleras just smiled and didn't answer.
He picked up the wine glass and drank it in one go, drinking the wine as water.
"There is no way."
She sighed slightly: "In the dense forest, there are His Majesty, the Prince, and so many warriors.
But I can only learn to survive outside before I can think about other things."
Omrod immediately stood up and raised his cup: "We toast to the king.
It is he who gave us stability and the wonderland of the dense forest."
The other elves stood up one after another and raised their glasses to toast Thernhil.
She could only pour some wine and stand up, with the wine on her lips to show off.
Thurnhill sat there proudly, with a smile on his lips, accepting the toasts from everyone.
Apparently Omrod not only flattered her, but also helped her change the subject.
Then the banquet continued, and the table was full of vegetables and fruits.
Although it is not easy to have relatively fresh and large fruits and vegetables in this environment, I still feel that it is a bit pitiful that these elves with an average height of over 1.8 meters are all vegetarian.
No wonder they are as skinny as bamboo poles, eat no meat in their food, and use weapons to kill spiders all day long, so how can they gain weight?
Apart from eating and drinking, it was just chatting and music, which was a bit boring.
She tried to ask: "Where is Alandel?"
Elleras didn't answer, but someone from the table next to her replied: "On the grass in the outer courtyard, she was with the wood elf."
Speaking of which, Thanhill suddenly pulled out his beautiful face.
In fact, about two hours ago, he was still considering whether to sacrifice his son in order to keep her.
Although I haven’t decided yet, I’ve still considered it.
She stood up and looked at Thurnhill: "Excuse me, I want to have a comprehensive look at the customs and customs here."
"Please feel free to do so."
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Thernhill tilted his head slightly to express his agreement.
"I'll go with you."
Elleras stood up.
Thernhill immediately became long-faced again, and Omrod stood up: "Please let me accompany you."
Before Elleras could speak, Thernhill said: "Then you go with her and entertain her well."
"Yes."
Omrod stood there and smiled at her.
Elleras had no choice but to give up and sit down again.
Seeing that he also started to have a long face, he was deeply worried about the future of this elf prince.
His father must think that only fairies can be worthy of him.
How can he find such a wife?
Omrod led the way, not looking at the person in front, but looking sideways at her with a smile.
Wanting to dispel any thoughts of the other party as soon as possible, she said angrily: "What are you looking at?
He is wearing the clothes for a funeral.
Does he look like a plague god?"
"No, no."
Omrod immediately retorted: "Some people usually wear black, but they have never worn it at a banquet.
Unexpectedly, wearing it on such an occasion is very special.
Cheng, you really have a special charm."
She sneered at the charm: "If I didn't know how to fight, maybe this charm would be gone and I would just be an inferior race."
Omrod stopped talking at this time, and after a long time he slowly said: "No, Cheng, if you don't know how to fight, but you still wear these clothes to the banquet, and still walk all the way like this, I will be fascinated as well.
You are very mysterious.
This mystery fascinates me and will fascinate many elves as well.”
She stopped and faced Omrod before walking into the grass, and said righteously: "Curiosity kills people, remember, I have a fiancé, I have a fiancé, I have a fiancé.
Say important things three times, I hope If you can remember it, also remind other elves to remember it.”
While Omrod was in a daze and still thinking about how to respond, she had already strode into the grass and walked towards the banquet of the wood elves not far away
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