Thernhill seemed to be sizing her up too.
After a while, he broke the silence: "The fruit of nature is curative for your injuries."
At this time, you have to admit whatever you say: "It has a restorative effect on my mana."
Thernhill was a little confused: "The Demon-Breaking Arrow is said to be the magic power to expel demons.
Your Gods will also have this kind of magic power."
"Legends may not be true.
Many weapons of the elves have the power to expel."
She asked calmly: "Apart from the demons and me, the unlucky guy, who else can witness the specialness of this arrow?"
" Seemingly not, Thernhill raised another question: "Since you God Clan exists, why didn't you show up in the previous battle with the Demon Slayer?"
This question is so difficult.
Why should such a difficult question be asked to test her?
Could it be that "I was not born yet, I will ask them when I go back."
Such an answer will not satisfy Thurnhill.
No one will Will not be satisfied.
The demons are raging in Middle-earth, and the elves lead all the people who can use them to rise up and resist, while the gods are watching the fun and even turning a blind eye to Middle-earth.
She could only answer like this: "When you are fighting the demons here, we are also fighting the demons in another world.
As many as you have died, we will only die more there.
That battle made our people...
I haven’t recovered yet.
“I’m so busy, so where can I find the extra energy to support you?
"Then how did you come and why did you come?"
Thurnhill asked again.
Each of them is a very difficult question, and a wrong answer will require more lies to make up for it.
She remembered the illustrations in the book just now: "Actually, you also know our existence.
Why have you never left Middle-earth to find us?"
When Thernhill smiled, she answered on her behalf: "Because you, like us, don't want to leave the environment you are accustomed to easily and go to an unknown world.
Except for our magic power, our technology is not much better than yours.
It was very accidental that we came here.
The reason is that a new project fails and we are sucked into this world."
The next question is definitely. . .
Thurnhill asked: "Are you still ready to leave?"
"How to go?"
She pretended to be bitter: "Even if we add everyone's magic power to open a space hole, we may not be able to return to the original world.
What if we go to other worlds?
And if the ancestors of the elves can Migrate here from us.
There should be a way to go back, so we plan to find a stable place to settle here.
If there are elves who want to leave Middle-earth, we will go together."
I really admire myself.
It turns out that this kind of nonsense is so familiar and seamless.
Otherwise, why should we help a group of people who are leaving?
Thernhill's eyes flickered slightly, but there was still a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.
Youyou authentically said: "The tree of nature will bear fruit every month.
When the fruit is fully mature, the seeds will be dropped.
If you want to eat the fruits instead of the seeds, you must pick them before dropping the seeds.
It takes about It takes two days, so as soon as you see the first fruit falling from the branch, you can start.”
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He took a breath through his nose, suppressing the excitement in his heart, and instead used the same calm tone as before: "Two days..."
The smile on Thernhill's lips became even thicker.
His smile was really beautiful and a bit playful.
She is really a beauty with many expressions, not a wooden beauty with only appearance: "When you don't know the intention of the person who comes, you must have reservations.
Although I don't know what to do with this bitter and astringent fruit that is simply difficult to swallow.
Can restore your mana, but obviously you are our friend and not our enemy."
Sure enough, there are elves who will still climb up.
Now it's better.
The Elf King will definitely help, and it only takes two days.
"Based on the time when the tree seeds fell last time, the fruit will be mature in the near future, at most three days.
At that time, I will arrange for two or three elves to go up with you.
This tree is not difficult for us and the gods with your abilities.
Climb."
Thurnhill's words were so joyful.
After waiting for such a long time, the goal could finally be achieved.
"Thank you" she said sincerely.
It's better to say thank you now.
If you bite the fruit then, you may never see this unparalleled elf king.
"Actually, I also have something to ask you for help."
Thernhill's right hand slowly stretched out from the open robe, and his slender white fingers held a sword: "This sword has a special Meaning, no one touched it for a long time after its owner died.
When I tried to pull it out, I couldn't pull it out anymore.
The other elves were helpless.
If you can repair my father's sword, I hope you can also help me with it.
Get it out.”
"Please don't smash or knock it, and please don't use fire to burn it.
Just pull it out."
There was still a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were as bright as stars: "Trouble."
The demand was really high, and it was a sword.
She took the sword as if she were a sword master.
Judging from the exquisite scabbard, the sword belonged to the light sword category, but it was two feet and five feet long.
Two feet.
Many elves will choose to wear swords of this size.
Only taller elves, those over 1.85 meters tall and belonging to the king's close bodyguard level, can wear three-foot swords.
The three-foot sword is already very long, and most of it is just for decoration and to attract attention.
There are very few people who can wear five-foot long swords like the Elf King and his father.
Five-foot long swords are suitable for slashing and killing in large army battles.
They are usually kept in the armory and taken out when there is a big battle.
Only the Elf King, who is so tall that ordinary elves need to look up to him, can carry it around with him as an ordinary sword.
According to her figure, the five-foot long sword would be as high as her eyebrows, so it could be used as a crutch.
He looked carefully at the sword in his hand.
It was rare to see such a two-foot-five light sword.
It was neither long nor short.
He wondered whether the elf who used this sword wanted to use it for close combat or to charge into battle.
Let's practice sword training first.
There is no reason to refuse at this time.
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They want to help complete the task together.
This kind of "little effort" thing, please help me.
Holding the scabbard with one hand and the handle of the sword with the other, he pulled it out hard and it didn't move at all.
What is the reason why the sword cannot be drawn out?
Is it rusty?
The swords of the elves can remain rustless for thousands of years if left in the air.
This should not be the reason.
After thinking for a while, she closed her eyes. . .
His hand once again grasped the sword handle.
The newly recovered mana was gradually drawn out of the palm and penetrated into the sword. . .
Feel, feel every inch of the sword. . .
Something has sealed the gap between the sword and the scabbard.
I don’t know what it is, so let it dissolve and loosen. . .
"Zizzizi..."
The sword was drawn out little by little with her hand, making a slight friction sound.
She didn't dare to breathe.
Hold your breath, close your eyes, and concentrate on getting the sword together.
Let the sword be filled with her power and thoughts.
You probably haven't seen the light of day for many, many years.
Come out and let everyone see what you are like. . . alright.
The sword was already half drawn.
There should be no problem from now on.
She opened her eyes and gasped, while Thurnhill in front of her opened his blue eyes full of stars and looked at her with an unprecedented solemnity.
She slightly touched the corner of his mouth, slowly opened her arms, and finally drew out all the swords.
There was a lot of dark powder on the sword, which dropped a lot after being pulled out.
She dropped the scabbard and flicked the blade with her fingers.
Immediately, there was a vibrating sound of golden ringing, and with the vibration, people fell: "What is this?"
It was this thing that was caked between the sword body and the scabbard.
Very hard, like a stone, blocked.
There is no need to knock, smash or use fire, it is all driven by magic power to turn it into powder, and then it is extracted.
But there was no sound.
When he looked up, he saw that Thernhill's handsome expression had lost its original mask.
It was complicated, hard to describe, surprised, even stunned, and there was something inexplicable in his eyes.
She was confused by this expression, and felt a little anxious in her heart.
She cautiously reminded: "The sword is drawn out."
The Elf King slowly stretched out his hand to catch the sword. . .
I don’t know whether it was because the sword that had not been drawn for many years was repaired, I was too excited, or something else, but he actually grabbed her hand as well.
Now it was her turn to open her mouth slightly and stare blankly at the beautiful, slender hand that was like its master holding her sword-holding hand.
The electric current generated when the skin touched made her heart skip a beat.
Tremble.
I don’t know whether it was luck or misfortune, but this third kind of contact did not last long.
The Elf King slowly took the sword from her hand and said gracefully and softly: "Thank you, you can go and rest."
Looking at the Elf King standing in front of him, he felt that although the disparity in stature was not as strong as the contrast between the dwarves, the difference created huge pressure.
If he hadn't often dealt with taller gods, he would have become accustomed to the pressure difference and would be ashamed of himself.
Thurnhill didn't seem to want to speak anymore, so he looked at her, watching her nod slightly to say goodbye, then turn around and leave.
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When she walked out, she could still feel those beautiful eyes like stars behind her.
After walking out, she finally came back to her senses.
Why did she feel that this matter was so confusing?
Well, let’s just say she is a swordsman.
He raised his eyebrows and continued to do his own thing.
When I returned to the room, I found that none of my teammates were there.
Just as I was about to go out to look for him, a guard came over and said that my teammates had all gone to help with the dinner.
His teammates were not so kind and went to help in order to get more information.
First he helped, then he drank wine, and when he was happy with the drink, the elf didn't just ask and say anything, he even said more things.
She returned to her room and lay on the bed, her mind filled with thoughts of Thurnhill's beautiful face and his hand holding hers. . .
Sighing slightly, it is indeed so beautiful.
Even if I have seen a beauty as unparalleled as Pluto, when a beautiful woman stands in front of me alive, I will still be impressed by this beauty.
I really don’t know what kind of parents it takes to give birth to such a beautiful creature.
He doesn't know what his late wife looked like, but it's somewhat certain that although Alelas doesn't look as good as his father, he still inherited the bloodline.
It just depends on how time accumulates.
After using some magic power, I was a little tired and fell asleep with random thoughts.
I waited until Alandel came in and asked her to attend the dinner.
Sure enough, this dinner was held on the grass regardless of status.
All the tables and chairs were moved there, several bonfires were built, and nearly a thousand elves were accommodated.
As she thought, although there was no distinction between classes, most of them were gathered in small circles.
But there are also wood and water elves chatting with each other.
No, Alleras is here.
"Where's Omrod?"
Alandel was looking around.
"He has something to do and will come over later."
Elleras replied.
Alandel joked: "When did he have so many things?
It would be better to say that he was not feeling well.
During this period, his face was always gray and he was listless in his work.
But when he was patrolling outside, he seemed to have a deeper hatred for spiders when he saw them. " "Hey, don't talk anymore."
Elleras scolded her, and then said to her: "It will be fine if you give him some time."
Alandel said with a smile: "It's not easy to get over a broken love."
At this moment, Alelas could only look at Alandel, and then look at her helplessly.
It was useless to say anything anyway.
"Drink, drink, drink, oh" cheers came from the side.
She turned around and saw that Gordon was drinking wine with an elf, each holding a wine barrel and drinking heavily.
"Wine with the elves" Alandel was very surprised.
"Elves drink well," she asked softly.
"There's no need to say it."
Alandel said with a smile, her face flushed by the light of the bonfire: "It's okay to have a bucket like this."
What's right?
In the movie, the elf prince Xiao Yezi drank several times and even said that the thing in the elves is called water.
The elves' wine had a strong stamina.
After just one drink, her body felt hot and she felt a little dizzy.
He quickly ran over and said, "Gordon, stop drinking."
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"Okay."
The bucket has already gone down.
The elf who was drinking with Gordon pointed at Gordon with a blushing face: "Okay, good drinker."
His tongue was so big.
His fingers were shaking along with his body.
After shaking for a few times, he fell down together with his body.
"Oh, oh..."
The elf next to him stamped his feet, clapped his hands and cheered loudly.
Gordon wiped his mouth with his sleeve and said confidently: "Who else can have another bucket?"
Seeing that there were already four empty barrels on the ground, the elf must have been drunk after drinking two barrels, so Gordon also drank two barrels.
"Stop drinking."
She forcefully pulled Gordon out.
"No, it's okay..."
Gordon's body began to shake.
"He said it was okay."
She was really angry and funny, and she couldn't help but pull him away, not letting him drink anymore.
"It's really okay."
Gordon stopped, looked around, and raised a finger: "Look."
His index finger was really dripping with liquid.
"This" she stared.
Gordon lowered his head and said softly: "I have read a few oriental martial arts novels, and I can force the drink out
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