After thinking about it, she still felt she should say something: "Your Highness."
"Call me my name."
Alleras was very easy-going.
She smiled slightly, then decided to speak out after a pause.
He said sincerely: "Everyone has their own opinion about love.
My idea is that if you love the other person, you should give the other person safety and stability.
Sometimes status is not a benefit, but a burden."
Naturally, Thernhill would not talk to his son about the principle of being a good match, and Elleras might not be able to listen to it.
Strange things, children are often not willing to listen to some words spoken by their parents.
Therefore, he adopted a more effective method and talked to his subordinates.
If Alain'del is still dreaming of joining the royal family, then it is definitely not Elelas who will be hurt.
This shows how thoughtful Thurnhill is and his ability to do things far exceeds that of many people.
After all, he is a royal family, and fortunately he is the king of the elves.
Otherwise, if he had the brains to become a king in human society, and a little bit of the heart of a human king, he could become the second Genghis Khan and conquer half of the world.
Alelas was silent for a while and then said softly: "Only when your own abilities are enhanced and you have the ability to give, can you give the other party safety and happiness...
Fortunately, elves have a lot of time, don't they?"
She recognized this theory.
Like father, like son, reason is the key, and personal emotions alone cannot solve any problem.
When Elleras becomes a king, others will definitely look at him based on his ability, not who he marries.
Sneijder walked in and Elleras stood up.
They were about to leave and came in to say goodbye.
Just tell her that it's safe up there.
And there were elves accompanying them.
All the fallen fruits were smashed into a pile of rotten residue.
Rudolph actually tasted it.
The taste was just as the elf said, it was very unpleasant.
It also proved that Rudolph did not disappear, he could only be picked.
Thernhil and Alandel came in, along with another female elf.
"After Alandel leaves, Cheng needs a companion."
Thernhill raised his hand noblely to signal.
The female elf should be about the same age as Alandel, and she is also a wood elf with long dark brown hair.
She nodded slightly and saluted Cheng.
"It's time to go."
Thurnhill turned his slender body towards the door.
Sneijder leaned down.
Kissing her on the cheek: "It takes about four days to go back and forth, five days at most.
There are no spiders or orcs up there.
You just need to have the strength to climb and wait for us to come back."
She smiled and looked at Sneijder: "Okay."
This scene was watched by all the elves.
The corners of Thurnhill's mouth raised slightly.
Then walked outside.
Only the female elf who replaced Alandel was left behind.
Reger was heard shouting below: "Cheng, when we come back, we will definitely come back with the fruit."
She struggled to get up, and the female elf came up immediately: "Your injury is not healed yet."
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"Help me go to the window."
She didn't want to miss saying goodbye to her teammates, even if it was only four days.
She was limping, and the female elf simply supported her from her creaking nest all the way to the window.
Stand at the window and look down.
The teammates each donned a thick cloak-like cloak for the evening.
This cloak can cover them from head to toe and keep them warm.
They will sleep in a tree tonight.
Thernhill is undoubtedly the most eye-catching in the middle.
He is giving a few final words to his son.
But she focused more on her teammates.
She warned: "Don't forget to secure it with a rope when you sleep at night.
Be careful in everything."
Sneijder stood under the window sill and raised his head and said: "Don't worry, there are so many people.
It is said that the tree lines above are very deep and sloped, not smooth.
It is easy to climb."
It was easy to climb, but she couldn't climb it either.
Alandel was the only woman in the team.
She was also dressed in the same way.
She raised her head and said, "Sneed is right.
I have climbed it before, but only for half a day.
There are elves who climbed to the top of the tree."
Confirming it again, it was actually just to reassure her.
After hearing this, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Rudolph looked sideways at Sneijder: "Hey, your wife is getting more and more nagging."
Reger said with a smile: "Sneijder likes to listen to her chatter."
Gordon sighed: "So Sneijder became more and more nagging."
Rudolph looked at Gordon: "You are not satisfied" Gordon checked the knot on his shoulder one last time to see if it was loose: "It's just envy.
I'll find a woman who will become a nag as well."
She smiled on the windowsill.
In fact, her teammates were becoming more and more nagging, but she also liked listening to them bickering and chatting.
As soon as she turned her eyes, she saw Omrod looking at her with complicated eyes.
Within a few days, he seemed to have changed, and the clarity in his eyes became a little deeper.
It can be said that becoming mature and deeply hungry.
This poor cannon fodder doesn’t know whether it’s him or the effect of heaven. . .
She looked away, cold and heartless.
But this is what it should be.
The more ruthless you are, the more desperate the other party will be.
Only if there is no way out and no hope can the other party come out completely.
There must be a purpose for Thurnhill to send him along this time.
On the one hand, it allows him to get in touch with his teammates more and understand how big the gap is.
On the other hand, teammates can persuade this guy who is blinded by feelings to get rid of his lovelorn as soon as possible.
Once the elves use their feelings, they will die of heartbreak if they lose love.
Alelas gave a signal, and Alandel shouted: "Okay, let's go."
The group of people followed Alandel and walked outside the dense forest castle.
They left the castle first, then walked to the side of the castle and started climbing at the most suitable place.
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Thernhill did not send him off, but stood there watching his son set off with the others.
"They are gone, you should lie down on the bed and rest more."
The female elf accompanying her said softly.
This female elf is different from Alandel, she speaks softly.
The elves who had not gone to see her off began to disperse downstairs.
Thernhill turned around and raised his head slightly to look at her.
His face seemed to be always shining brightly, and the corners of his mouth were outlined with a smile that was not a smile.
Beautiful curves.
She nodded slightly to Thurnhill.
Let the female elf help him back.
If the leg is injured, be very careful as there are no stitches.
Afraid of the wound opening again.
Lying on the bed, she felt a little breathless after exhaling.
Seeing this delicate and gentle female elf gently cover her with a blanket, she asked: "What do you call me?"
"If you don't mind, you can call me Arundel.
When Arundel comes back, she will continue to be your maid."
The female elf replied.
"Maid" she laughed: "No.
She is my friend, and so are you.
How can you take care of me, but I don't know your name."
The female elf hesitated for a moment.
He lowered his head slightly: "My name is Kaimariye.
I am just a low-status wood elf.
I am very happy to serve a noble god like you."
Why does it sound so sour?
After all, he is from the elves.
Cheng Qianxun's brows knitted together and almost became knotted.
It took a long time.
Only then could she finally speak: "Alain'Diel is also a wood elf.
Why are the wood elves lower in status than the water elves?
It's because the water elves are the ruling class."
"That's not all."
Thernhill's voice came from the door.
They didn't close the door after they went out, so they heard everything they just said.
He dragged in a long silver-black robe: "It is said that water elves are born from the chest and head of the gods, so they condense more spiritual energy.
Wood elves are born from the hands, legs and other places.
No matter how hard they try, their understanding and strength will never be as good as those of the water elves.”
Stand next to the bed.
Thernhill was as beautiful as a painting, and his voice was still arrogant but calm and graceful: "Although I don't want to.
Like other kings and lords, I try to give them as much room for development as possible, but their nature limits their development.
Like Alan It’s rare to see Dai’er like this, but it has reached its limit.”
Although it is helpless, some things are just like that.
Maybe you can rely on acquired efforts, but nature has already restricted where.
That's it.
The explosion of the small universe in the work is just fiction.
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In reality, unless there is a miracle.
And those who are less talented than their opponents and succeed are not because they have surpassed themselves, but because they have improved their status to theirs.
If they really surpass them, they will overdraw, or even their lives, and will inevitably have serious consequences after the breakthrough. .
What Thernhill said should be true, because he did give Alandel a chance, otherwise how could a wood elf become the captain of the patrol.
The elves rely on strength to speak for themselves.
Even the captain of a small team needs to show martial arts skills that convince other elves.
From another perspective, the Jungle Elf's overall figure, appearance, and results in usual competitions also prove all this.
She naturally understood the difference and sighed slightly: "Orcs are born as orcs, and humans are born as humans."
It is not easy to change.
Human beings have evolved for two million years.
No matter how strong humans are, they can't compare with the weakest in the underworld and heaven. .
This is also the reason why Thernhill is opposed to Elleras's relationship.
This is not a simple concept of family status.
It does not involve status, but blood.
Thernhill had a smile on his face, probably satisfied that she understood this.
Turning around, she said to Kemarie, "She wants to change rooms and get ready."
She was stunned when she changed rooms, and hurriedly stopped before the Elf King walked out: "This place is actually quite good."
Thernhill stopped, his unusually tall body did not move, he only turned his head slightly: "Go to a more suitable place to recuperate."
After saying that, he walked out with such a proud look that it was useless to ask again.
Once Wang decided That’s it.
Kemarie opened the closet and was about to put away the clothes when a female elf came over.
"I haven't packed my clothes yet," Kemariye said.
"No, there's everything there."
The female elf walked towards the bed.
It's really strange, since I don't bring anything with me, why should I pack anything?
"I'll do it."
Kaimariye was very strong and hugged her directly.
There is actually not a big difference in strength between men and women in the elves.
This also makes some female elves, after training, have the same strength, sensitivity, speed, archery, and sword skills as the male elves, or even exceed them, and they can take on the role of patrol guards.
Alandel is the best female elf among them, but it is a pity that her bloodline will not be accepted by the elf king who loves his only son.
Kaimariye hugged her and followed the female elf who led the way.
When she walked into a room, she was stunned: "I'm sure this is here."
This room is much larger than the original room, and the window sill is also much larger.
The top of the open window is dome-shaped, which is much more detailed.
There were dark purple floor-length curtains on it, and there was a soft couch in front of the window sill, half the size of a bed.
All areas where cloth is used are dark purple instead of regular cheesecloth.
There is a bookshelf next to it, with dozens of books neatly placed on it.
There is a wall cabinet on the other side with crystal wine bottles and wine glasses on it.
"Yes."
The female elf motioned to put the person on the bed.
Looking at Kemariye's appearance, she asked: "Is there something wrong?"
Kemariye looked at the female elf, but there was no response, so she put her on the bed without any sound and covered her with a purple blanket.
The female elf said gently: "If you need anything else, please feel free to ask."
These polite words were formal, and she replied: "Thank you, no more, no trouble."
The female elf looked as sophisticated as a court lady, neither humble nor overbearing, with her own temperament but not offensive: "Then please rest, I will leave first."
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Kaimariye looked very immature, standing there not knowing what to do.
She quickly said: "Please help me deliver it."
The female elf tilted her head slightly, smiled to express her appreciation, and turned to leave.
She said something at the door, and when Kemariye came back, her mouth was tighter.
I found a chair, sat down and stood up again, saying I was going out to get some needlework.
After getting permission, I went out to get my needle and thread.
Then rest, there is nothing else for her to do besides sleeping.
Slowly turn sideways, put your face on the pillow, and close your eyes.
But after a while, she felt something was wrong. . .
It's the smell.
There's a smell on this pillow.
Every living thing has its own smell, even the undead, the smell is much lighter, but still a little bit.
The smell of this pillow is very familiar, I must have smelled it before. . .
She tried hard to remember, sucking hard on the pillow every now and then.
It is indeed very familiar.
This kind of smell with a small amount of grass and wood mixed with male body odor should belong to the elves.
Unlike humans, elven men smell better. . .
It became clear at once that the other elf who could get very close and smell clearly was the one who hugged her after she was injured that day and drew his sword to smash the next wave of sword light that came over.
Except for this elf, it seemed that no other elf could bring her nose so close.
At this time, Thanhill opened the door and came in, confirming her even more.
She said bitterly: "This is His Majesty's room."
After Thurnhill came in, he closed the door, walked to the bed, and stood there, looking at her lying on the bed with a smile on his thin lips
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