The attack power of the elves is really strong.
The speed at which Eslans rushed over with his sword was no less than that of a puma running towards them.
All Cheng Qianxun could do against such an attack was. . .
She rolled over and rolled out of the bed.
When she saw there was a gap under the bed, she rolled and crawled into it and shouted for help at the loudest decibel level.
"Help, Your Majesty, help!"
We can't die inexplicably at this juncture.
Her shout made Eslans even more annoyed.
He knelt down to check, but felt that it might not be suitable for the status of a princess, so he roared: "Come out."
"If you don't come out."
Going out would mean death.
She was not that stupid.
She continued to shout for help: "A murder is about to happen.
Your Majesty, Thurnhill, if you don't take care of it, it won't take thirty years.
I will do it today."
Will die" "Can you call Thernhill's name?"
Eslans jumped on the bed angrily, picked up the sword and stabbed it down.
The sword penetrated from the sheets to the bottom of the bed, and a section of it was exposed, as if it was grazing her face.
If it was any closer, her face would be stained.
She rolled her eyes and shouted: "Stab me, ah, I'm dead."
The guards rushed in from outside the door.
When they heard that something had happened to her, they hurriedly shouted: "Go to the king quickly."
Actually, they did not come to save her, but turned around to find Thurnhill.
That's right, she's still alive.
But he didn't dare to speak.
Eslans had already jumped off the bed and squatted down to check again with his sword.
"Hey, hey, are you dead?"
Eslans shouted tentatively.
Turn your head quickly and face it with the back of your head.
The elves have excellent eyesight, so if you see her eyes closed, her eyes seem to be moving.
If you add a sword, you will die.
She remained silent, lay still, and pretended to be dead.
Eslans tried to shout again: "Are you really dead?"
With his ears close to the ground, he heard the sound of hurried and chaotic footsteps coming from outside.
"Islanth, what did you do?"
The voice should be that of a lord.
Eslans did not speak, and his expression was unknown.
There was another sound of the sword falling to the ground.
She should have dropped the sword.
"Move the bed."
This was Thurnhill's order.
The posture of climbing out is ugly, so just keep lying down.
The bed was quickly moved away by the guards, and Thurnhill immediately stepped forward.
After squatting down, he held her in his arms and said, "Is it okay?
Wake up."
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Damn it, do you dare to open your eyes at this time?
Lie down at the bottom of the bed.
How embarrassing, no matter what, that Island should be blamed more.
A hand gently touched his pulse on his neck, and then he breathed a sigh of relief: "He's still alive."
"There are no injuries on the body.
He may have fainted from shock."
The lord said that he would try spraying it with water.
She held the water in her mouth and sprayed it on her face without drying up, so she "woke up".
In order to prevent his face from being sprayed by water, he immediately pressed his face against Thurnhill's chest and grabbed the skirt of his cardigan robe with both hands.
She complained pitifully: "She wants to kill me."
The Lord's water is already in his mouth, and he can't even spit it out.
It was drinking water anyway, so I puffed up my cheeks and drank it.
"It's okay."
Thernhill patted her back gently, and then said with a bit of severity, "Think carefully about your behavior.
As an elf princess, you used a sword to hurt an unarmed weakling.
She was injured, There is no ability to resist at all, otherwise, you will die.
Please get out now."
Thernhill had to be angry.
If she really died, even if she hadn't agreed to be the queen yet, she would at least be a guest.
Not only did she get injured here, but she was stabbed to death by a visiting princess.
The days she spent in the dense forest were unprecedented and unprecedented.
She took all the swords of her own people and all her arrows.
It was she who came to the center.
Eslans had a look of guilt on his face when he left.
The elves were indeed very reasonable and well-educated.
Thernhill picked her up and walked to the side.
The two guards moved the bed back to its original position.
Looking at a hole in the sheets, he frowned slightly: "Change the sheets and repair the bed."
He carried her out of the bedroom directly.
After leaving the house on the back foot, the lord followed up on the front foot: "I'm sorry, Island loves you too much, please forgive her."
"She is your sister, so I will naturally forgive you."
Thurnhill stopped and looked at her with blue eyes: "It would be better for her if she doesn't see me for the time being."
The meaning of these words is very obvious.
Is it necessary to issue an expulsion order?
Lord Qing paused and said softly: "I will ask her to clean up and go back to the territory.
She will not say goodbye before going back.
I once again expressed my rudeness to her." apology."
Thurnhill didn't say yes or no, he just turned his head and continued to hold her forward.
The last sentence was said to her, but she was too lazy to pay attention.
Such a crazy woman should go back to her territory quickly.
Without permission, she might have spent a hundred and eighty years on it.
Walking all the way to the room where she originally lived, Thurnhill hugged her and sat on the bedside: "You're not hurt?"
She wanted to come down, but Thurnhill still didn't let go and could only continue to lie down: "No, I was just scared to death."
"You are still afraid of death?"
Thurnhill laughed, as if he heard something very funny: "Where did the courage in fighting go?"
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Hiding in Thernhill's arms, she felt really comfortable.
She rolled her eyes: "If you are killed by an orc, it is a sacrifice and a hero.
Death in the hands of that princess is nothing.
And she is still holding your dead wife's sword. , By the way, if you really stab me to death, is it considered God’s will?”
Thurnhill did not answer, but smiled, stood up with her in his arms, turned around and put her on the bed: "Have a good rest."
Looking at the tall back, I can only admire her.
This beauty was born to be looked up to by everyone.
Sitting down and standing up with her in her arms seemed to take no effort at all.
Secretly reminding myself that she is just a passer-by, just a passer-by.
She has experienced so much, reminding herself again.
Kemariye walked in with a sewing basket and asked what else she needed.
After receiving a negative answer, she found a chair to sit down and embroidered the cuffs of her clothes again.
Embroidery is one of the most time-consuming things.
Sometimes a flower can be embroidered slowly for several days.
Waited for a while.
Kaimariye didn't speak, she just embroidered her sleeves and didn't chat.
She didn't ask curiously about what happened between Wang and her.
She seemed to be a man of few words and couldn't tell anything.
Lying down and thinking about it carefully, maybe what he said just now can convince Thernhill that this elf king is suspicious and will not risk the fate of the kingdom.
The best way is to wait thirty or fifty years to see if she has aged.
Now I just hope that my teammates can come back quickly with the fruit.
Thinking about everything that happened just now, the way she limped into the hall, if she had really agreed to the proposal then.
The other lords and princesses might secretly say that the Elf King was confused and ended up finding a cripple to fill his house.
I just felt that everything was so funny and I couldn't help laughing.
Kaimariye, who was embroidering, looked up at her, but then lowered her head and continued to work on herself.
If Alaindel.
It's different.
She will definitely ask why she is laughing.
This female elf with a straightforward personality is actually quite to her liking.
Thernhill still came at night: "How is the injury?"
As soon as the Elf King came, Kemariye stood up and retreated silently.
She lay on the bed and said feebly: "As long as I am not allowed to attend any more announcement meetings and the princess of the elves is not allowed to chase me with a sword, I will definitely live longer."
Thernhill smiled with a smile: "They have climbed very high, and there will be clouds around them from time to time.
If they can touch the first fruit, they can come back."
This is indeed good news, we will see Sneijder and the others soon.
After chewing the fruit, the task is completed.
Thurnhill sat on the edge of the bed, the skirt of his robe was dragged casually, and his blue eyes looked very deep in the night light: "What are you thinking about?"
"I'm not thinking about anything."
She replied with a smile: "I'm just thinking about how much of my mana I can recover when it's gone."
"Can you tell me about the magic power of you and your teammates, and how you cultivate it?"
Thurnhill asked.
She replied: "We basically have it there, it's just a question of how many we have.
It's naturally generated, and I didn't expect it to be used here.
As for cultivation, I don't know if I can say it yet.
I'll wait for the right time in the future.
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Tell your majesty.
"This is the truth, I don't know how her magic can be used here.
"The fact that you call me Your Majesty proves that you are from another world.
The elves here call me King."
Thernhill turned slightly sideways, always feeling that his figure was very lonely.
"Then how can humans and orcs address you as Your Majesty?"
She tried to create an atmosphere that was lively and not dull.
Thurnhill thought for a moment: "Maybe you'll call me Old Immortal."
She chuckled: "But Your Majesty doesn't look old at all."
Thurnhill also laughed, that kind of smile was not coaxed, but filled with confidence.
Even if the elves live for thousands of years, they may still look like they are in their prime, while the lifespan of humans seems so short.
"Elleras will grow up and may leave me in the future.
Sometimes I wonder what will happen to me then."
Thernhill actually revealed a rare sadness.
This kind of sadness should belong to humans.
The Elf King is Those who cannot be empty nesters are empty nesters.
She comforted: "With so many elves around him, there will be a lot of things to do.
Leaving is actually a good thing.
It proves that he can have his own country when he grows up."
It's not good to live too long, it's too boring.
As for the elves below, it is natural to be born aristocrats, and for those low-status wood elves, if it were not for the fact that the elves did not have much status difference except for intermarriage, otherwise the long-term future would be difficult.
Thurnhill listened to her, and her eyes never left that beautiful face, as if a light film was placed on it, which could cause dizziness and hazy feeling.
After finishing speaking, the two people just looked at each other.
Looking at such a beauty, no matter how long they look at it, they will never feel bored.
"You are indeed the best candidate to be the queen..."
Thernhill took a deep breath: "There is still a chance.
You don't need to wait so long to confirm it, right?"
She pretended to be helpless: "I don't know, what if the human characteristics in me affect you?
It's better to wait.
Time will tell everything."
Thurnhill stood up, walked to the window, and looked out intentionally or unintentionally: "Actually, don't worry about your teammates not agreeing.
They should notice it, but no one is left."
"Oh, maybe I am anxious to restore my mana as soon as possible."
She made it up randomly.
"Every word you say seems to be perfunctory.
Even if they come back, I can still convince them."
Thurnhill turned around and walked over step by step: "You are lying, but I won't care.
You have yours."
Just use your words and let time prove everything.”
Standing in front of the bed, Thernhill's posture at this moment was so beautiful that it could make people cry.
He was looking at her, as if he wanted to see into her heart, and she was also looking at Thurnhill.
When he was hesitating what to explain, Thanhill left: "You have a good rest."
"Ah, good night."
She hurriedly said good night before the Elf King completely left the room.
There was no accommodation to "keep her safe" and the sound of horses could be heard from outside.
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The lords and princesses are gradually leaving and returning to their own territory.
It's hard to explain clearly what I feel in my heart.
She looked up and said softly: "Let's get over it like this.
The elves have always thought they were your descendants, so they shouldn't have any emotional entanglements with me."
There was contempt on the corner of his mouth: "If you still want to continue, I don't mind.
If you can't do it, just die.
It's that simple.
I'll go to bed first, you can do whatever you want."
After saying that, he lay down and fell asleep.
Tired, feeling tired again.
It was a kind of mental fatigue.
Physical fatigue would be better after a good sleep, but mental fatigue would never get enough sleep.
She was just lying on the bed, as if she couldn't even move her fingers.
Another point is that her injury must be healed quickly, as things will always crop up at the last moment, so to be prepared for something to happen at the last moment, you must try to recover as much mana as possible to prepare for emergencies.
When she came back, her teammates shouted from outside: "Cheng, we are back."
She sat up immediately.
After standing up, he carefully dragged his injured leg around, hoping to greet his teammates as soon as possible.
"Be careful."
Kaimarie put down the needle and thread in her hand and hurriedly came to help her.
Before she reached the door, the door had already opened, and Sneijder strode in, hugged her, and had a French romance, and this romance must also include a kiss.
Elleras followed behind.
When he saw this scene, he wanted Alaindel and Ormrod to leave together, but they refused and stood there watching with a smile.
Apparently Omrod has been persuaded.
After a long kiss, Sneijder took out two berries from his pocket, gave one to her, and held the other in his hand.
The teammates who were already in the room also took out a tree fruit.
Reger was still joking at this time: "There are more fruits on it than imagined."
She looked around at the elves who had not left yet: "Please inform the king that you are here, and help them arrange bath water."
Let these elves be driven away.
When they eat the fruit, they will disappear.
In order not to leave any supernatural events behind, let as few people as possible see it.
"No need to inform."
Thurnhill is already here
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