Where have you been and what have you done for a hundred years?
This question is difficult to answer.
The person on the other side is not an ordinary person, who can get over it by just fooling around.
Looking at Thernhill, he should have a life span of thousands of years.
Even if the elves have slow thinking development, they have experienced more things than ordinary humans in such a long time.
And in order to get Thernhill to retreat, she also promised to explain clearly when the time came.
Cheng Qianxun thought for a while before replying: "In the kingdom of God."
Thurnhill seemed to have poured the wine and stood for a while, then turned around with the glass in his hand: "You always have a unique answer."
Of course, these words were not enough, and she faced it calmly: "In the kingdom of God, time is different from here.
Just as time here is different from that of humans, time here seems to be the same, but it also passes in the blink of an eye."
Thurnhill thought for a moment and then asked: "Are your friends okay?"
This is the beginning of another topic.
If you deliberately avoid it, you can briefly mention it.
You need to think about everything before answering.
Fortunately, experience has shortened the thinking time to a very short time: "They are fine, they are still in the God Realm, I am the only one coming here."
Before Thurnhill could ask, she answered: "This time, I am not helping you or humans, but I will destroy whoever is there, no matter which race."
Thurnhill raised his head slightly, expressing confusion: "Why?"
She quickly made up the reason: "There shouldn't be a war there.
It can also be seen from this that no one can match the power of God."
Thernhill looked at her and then smiled.
He laughed so hard that the mountains and rivers turned pale.
He picked up the wine glass and took a sip, laughing at himself: "War is really a very stupid behavior.
Elves don't like war.
Seeing the disappearance of every life, they will feel regret afterwards.
But sometimes and Humans and orcs can’t reason.”
Humans are warlike, and orcs are even more warlike.
Regardless of whether they are equal in strength or not, even if there is a huge disparity, humans will wage war against each other.
From the fight for caves, food, and women in ancient times; to the fight for territory, resources, and women in ancient times; to now.
No matter what the reason is, it is still going on without changing the medicine.
The wine is really delicious and sweet.
But wines without formaldehyde have high alcohol content and strong stamina.
"The wine does taste better than last time, although I don't know how to taste wine."
She chatted casually.
To kill the lull in the middle.
"Do you want some more?"
Thurnhill had finished the wine in the glass.
Turn around and pour again.
This beauty is indeed a masterpiece from God.
She is so beautiful from any angle, even from the back.
It's a pity that the elf fertility rate is extremely low, and he has been single for centuries.
Otherwise, he should have had seventeen or eighteen children to solve the pain of the lords' daughters missing him.
When turned around and faced head on.
Can be dazzled.
The low collar worn is just right.
How long have you lived?
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The sense of proportion is quite good.
Thernhill looked over, with a smile on her beautiful face: "After so many years, you are still the same.
There will be some traces of time on the elf's face, but you have none."
As if she wanted to see clearly, she Did he have any small wrinkles on his face?
He came over with a wine glass.
When such a tall and unusually beautiful woman walks over, the effect is absolutely stunning.
Standing in front of me, I can see the patterns and wrinkles on the clothes.
After all, she was still a human being.
She didn't dare to raise her head and look directly at the other person's face.
She talked about other things: "I heard that Alandel went to guard the tomb."
"Tombkeeper" talked about this female elf who definitely had the inside story, and Sure enough, Thernhill followed suit and changed the topic.
He sneered and drank all the wine in the glass: "After the elf dies, the body disappears and there is no tomb."
A ruins piled with useless ancient and scrapped machines, with no human beings in sight, it’s useless to guard it.
She said with genuine words: "That's okay.
Let her calm down.
She should understand that if something is impossible, don't expect it...
I'm going to see how my room is prepared.
I don't know how it will be in a hundred years."
Here, have the gardens and grass changed?
Excuse me."
Thernhill tilted his head slightly, acknowledged it, and watched her leave silently.
The previous words were also meant for Thurnhill.
She has the title of God Clan and is a different race from the Elf Clan.
No matter how powerful the ability is, it is not something that the elves can hope for. . .
How ironic that my son has taken a fancy to low-status wood elves; I want to have a relationship with the gods.
What Thernhill said to Alaindel also applies to him in reverse.
So before she could get far, Thurnhill had already poured another glass of wine, hoping he wasn't trying to get drunk.
A hundred years have passed, and the castle seems to have not changed much, except that the trees in the woods on the edge of the garden have become taller and stronger.
Some trees have disappeared and been replaced by others.
Trees that can live for more than a hundred years have become ancient trees, and it is normal for the new ones to replace the old ones.
Being an elf is pretty good, and you have a lot of time, as long as nothing sad happens yet.
Falling out of love is one of the causes of death for elves.
Over the long years, if you love someone but don’t love yourself, the suffering will be endless.
Elves whose partners died rarely died.
Death and loss are two different kinds of pain.
Missing and remembering are generally not fatal.
When we walked into the garden, some of the elves still remembered, while others had forgotten.
They were still looking at her directly or secretly from the sidelines and whispering as before.
The difference was that there was a kind of awe in their gazes and gestures.
Awe, what a good word.
Is it more respect or fear that the orcs will be exterminated with just a little more?
No matter who it is, they should not mess with it.
"Cheng" someone called her.
It was Omrod, walking over quickly, the double-breasted robe he was wearing billowing with his steps.
Time also made him more elegant: "I'm looking for you, the room is ready."
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Then go ahead and stay here, and at most you will be viewed as a monster by others.
After all, he was young.
Omrod walked on the road.
After holding back for a while, he hesitated and then he said: "Cheng, you are still the same."
"You too."
She responded calmly.
She doesn't want to get too intimate.
She's not here to make friends, let alone a husband.
Sooner or later she will leave, and according to past experience, whoever falls in love with her will be unlucky.
If Robert hadn't been so heartless, he might have died long ago, but in the end, he still died for her.
The indifference left Omrod at a loss.
After a while, he timidly asked: "Are the gods immortal too?"
"Not necessarily."
She is not really a god, just an undead.
Well, it's better to say some things clearly, and if you say it clearly, it may still reach the pointed and long ears of the elf king who is described as a flowery face, and you can feel that each of them has signs of spring warmth and flowers blooming
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