In fact, Thernhill didn't even look at Alandel.
To be honest, it was very, very difficult to find someone who could match this stunningly beautiful king.
It would be even more difficult for his precious son to find a wife.
Not to mention low-level female elves, even princesses are nothing.
The only ones worthy of his son are fairies.
Poor Elleras, let's continue to be single with his father.
Sometimes I think about it, it seems that being too insistent on one thing is not a good thing.
If it really happens, it is better to relax.
But this is easier said than done.
When lunch time was approaching, Cheng Qianxun went out to find something to eat again.
This time he shot a bird by the lake, and finally he could eat meat.
She had a small appetite and couldn't eat that much, so she couldn't take the leftovers home, so she took them to the house where Alandel used to live, packed them in bowls, and used a basin to turn it upside down.
When she went back and lay on the bed, Alandel watched her fly out and in like a bird, silently continuing to rub and make various weapons.
Poor Alandel, even though she's back, she has to stay in this room all day long, and she will be mentally ill if she goes back.
After thinking about it, she stood up lazily: "Let's go out for a walk together, take the arrows and go to the stable."
After getting on the horse, Alandel seemed to be back to her normal state.
She was so excited that she whipped her horse and wanted to run through the entire forest and grassland.
And she was miserable.
She was not very good at riding horses in the first place, and her butt hurt from the bumps along the way.
She secretly cursed herself for being such a good person.
Her thighs must be sore tonight.
In the woods, Alaindel was lying on a haystack, and she was leaning against a tree trunk.
The horses gnawed on the tender grass leisurely.
"Cheng" Alan Daier asked: "What is the divine realm like?
Will there be status levels there?"
It is said that all living beings in heaven are equal, if equal.
Where is the classification of angel levels?
She said leisurely: "Of course there is.
Anywhere, as long as the creatures are strong and weak, smart and stupid, there will be levels, unless all creatures are exactly the same.
This is true for the orcs, the same for humans, and the same for the elves.
So.
The only difference is how much benefits the top can give to those at the bottom.
If they do well, they will have equal opportunities and similar benefits.
Alandel looked thoughtful.
I couldn't help but admire: "Cheng.
It sounds like you know a lot.
Have you been to many places?"
Not only have I been to many places, but I have also been to many different eras.
From the Sumerian civilization of 5,000 to 6,000 years to the future; in the Middle Ages, they were almost burned to death and were hunted by alien creatures.
What kind of testers should be selected for these steps?
If the stairs of the underworld are for While having fun, they select people who can help Pluto succeed in his bet; then Heaven is really seriously selecting qualified testers to complete a larger bet, a bet that uses the lives of all living beings in the three realms as bets.
"Cheng.
Cheng" Alan Daier woke her up.
She was distracted and smiled: "No matter where you are, just be content with the situation.
It's good to be able to develop and climb up.
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If you don't have this ability, just be safe.
Just stay alive."
To live, to live, has become the greatest luxury in this life.
Time and time again, I crawled through the piles of dead people, and time and again I saw feelings that I could not accept.
Everything was just a cloud, as long as I lived, I just wanted to live.
"It's painful to live, why are you still alive?"
Alandel's words are not the anger of a young man.
The current situation should be very painful to live.
Being disliked by the king and being ostracized and ridiculed by the same kind made me feel like I was walking on thin ice every day.
Someone talking behind my back might feel like they were discussing this matter.
She smiled: "That's because you haven't known the beauty of life.
When you are alive, you can hear and see, have food to eat, and drink.
When you die, you will have nothing, and you may not be able to get eternal happiness after death.
Rest in peace.
It's so good to be alive."
Obviously, these words don't make Alandel understand.
It doesn't matter.
It's better to understand slowly.
It's best not to understand in this life.
To understand these simple yet profound truths requires experiencing too much pain, too much.
Lying on the tree trunk, looking at the gray sky, the sky here is blocked by huge natural trees and is always gray and dark.
Blocking out the sky and sun is a fitting description for this tree.
It's so comfortable, I really want to lie like this forever.
When I close my eyes when I'm sleepy, I feel like I'm still alive when I open my eyes. . .
Suddenly there was a voice, but it was obviously not Alandel's or anyone else's. . .
As soon as the voice sounded, she knew who it was. . .
The task is coming. . .
"The tree will wither..."
Then, then. . .
She sat up suddenly and waited, but there was no further news for a long time.
"The tree will wither."
That's it.
What does this mean?
God, can't you explain it clearly and not let her guess?
What kind of mission is this?
The tree will wither, the tree will wither.
Are the trees in the dense forest withering due to pests and diseases?
Or... . .
She slowly raised her head, and her pupils suddenly shrank. . .
Keep going up, and up again, the branches are stacked on top of each other, until you go up fifty kilometers, you really reach the top of the tree. . .
There is a huge tree growing on the entire planet, which was brought here by the elves when they arrived a hundred thousand years ago.
It keeps growing, and the tree is so huge that it covers almost half of the planet. . .
The horse passed through the elven gate like the wind, and the horse's hooves hit the dry bridge.
Behind her was Alan Daier, who was chasing her and shouting: "Cheng, wait for me, wait for me."
When they arrived in the yard, Cheng Qianxun sat on his horse and asked the guard: "Where is your Majesty?"
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A guard replied: "On the terrace behind, we are hosting a banquet for all the lords.
Do you need to inform me?"
Too lazy to say anything, she jumped up directly, regardless of whether her actions made the guards look straight at her.
Flying directly upward, the banquet terrace is in mid-air.
The banquets of the elves are actually not very fancy.
The food is always plain, either served cold or just chewed off the leaves, or at most eaten in water.
There wasn't much to eat, and there was only music, singing and dancing, chatting and games.
It happened that Thurnhill and several lords were competing in archery.
They threw out a special straw mat and shot with arrows.
If they hit the arrow, they won.
If they lost, they had to drink.
The competition was speed and eyesight.
Thernhill's turn came, and he took up his bow and waited.
"Are you ready?"
shouted an elf in charge of the referee.
"Okay."
As soon as Thurnhill said this, the elf threw two palm-length straw mats in front of him.
The arrow shot out with the sound, but what was different from the past was that there was a sudden flash in front, and a figure jumped up from below.
Not only Thurnhill, but others were also shocked, and some even screamed
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