The meat was not that of ordinary animals, but of the same kind.
Cannibalism and cannibalism also occur in nature, but as a human being, seeing it with your own eyes is shocking.
Cheng Qianxun closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
She wished she could simply kill all those barbaric ethnic groups and wipe them out.
But reason gradually calmed her down.
Many things were due to nature and customs, as well as the environment.
What kind of people should be governed by the same laws.
Opening his eyes, he said to William who was waiting beside him, not daring to breathe: "These fish on the ground are all yours."
"They're all mine."
William was overjoyed.
There were so many fish, enough to eat for a while.
"Yes, it's all yours.
If anyone dares to rob it, just beat him to death.
If you can't beat him, give it to him.
But I have a way to make him spit it out.
He regrets taking the food I gave him."
She said decisively, There is no room for negotiation.
William and his tribe immediately knelt down, bowing to her leaving figure while praising her with tears of gratitude.
Returning to the castle, she walked all the way in angrily, and then squatted down to warm herself by the fire.
Alandel looked at her carefully: "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing."
She was almost going crazy.
Some unsatisfactory humans made the elves once again see the barbarism and cruelty of humans.
She tried hard to suppress it, but no matter how hard she trained, it was difficult to eliminate all the anger.
Elleras came over: "Cheng, my father is looking for you."
Of course I have something to do with her, otherwise why would I be looking for her?
She stood up and followed Elleras.
There was no brazier in Thurnhill's room because he was drinking.
He drank his allotted portion.
As a king, the wine he received was the same as that of the grass-roots wood elves.
"Want some, there's not much left."
Thurnhill leaned on his big soft couch.
In her hand she held a crystal glass of red wine.
"No, I basically don't drink it.
I basically give it away.
Your Highness Elleras, ask someone to go to my room.
There is still a bottle left there.
Send it to me."
She sat directly next to Thernhill. , otherwise I could still sit there.
Bed, or the cold wooden chair next to it?
"Thank you."
Thurnhill thanked him.
In fact, the wine originally belonged to him.
Alelas closed the door knowingly and left.
"Tell me.
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What did His Majesty call me for?"
She asked directly.
Thernhill exhaled from his nose and seemed to smile: "Since we are sending food, why should we favor one thing over another?
Some humans gave it and some didn't."
The news spread really fast.
The people from the elves probably also took photos and were paying close attention secretly.
She said calmly: "The other group of people shouldn't need it.
Anyway, they have the same kind of meat.
The meat of a few people is enough for these fish meat."
"You goddess, you are so cold-blooded."
Thernhill sighed: "The elves cannot kill each other.
Elves who make mistakes will be expelled.
Those who commit unforgivable crimes will be executed after trial.
I originally thought you meeting..."
"Will you kill these people?"
she asked.
"Yes."
Thurnhill did not deny: "If you leave them alive, they will kill more of the same kind as food."
"I wonder if those civilians will sit still and wait for death."
She had her own thoughts.
These ideas are obtained from so many experiences and lessons: "If those civilians don't want to be eaten, then resist, either eat the nobles, or be eaten.
Nature selects the fittest to survive.
As long as they can survive, no matter what It doesn't matter what method you take.
If this method will lead to the disaster of killing, then this method will be abandoned without forceful restraint, at least under the current environment and conditions. " Thurnhill was silent for a while and said: "Okay, you are right.
Originally, I wanted to drive those people out, but in fact, this approach is similar to yours."
But she laughed: "Your Majesty is too kind.
As a foreigner and in your territory, you can kill those who violate your laws."
"They are only human beings.
Just because they are not the same kind, their affairs should be solved by themselves."
Thernhill lived a long life.
Even if he had not encountered it, other lords or ancestors of the elves should have encountered it: "Sometimes help No matter which party you helped, no one can be sure whether it was wrong or right.
After all, the elves are not gods, but you are. " She smiled hoarsely, but her smile was actually more bitter.
What kind of god was she?
After all, she was just an undead.
"Are you cold?"
Thurnhill suddenly asked.
"Cold."
Of course it's cold.
In a climate where the temperature is below minus 20 degrees, is it really hot?
"Oh."
After a slight "Xisuo" sound behind her, a hot embrace surrounded her.
Thurnhill hugged her tightly from behind: "Is this better?"
The odor of elves is less than that of humans, and it also smells better.
These human fairies are born with otherworldliness, and their bodies always smell like the fragrance of freshly trimmed lawns.
At this time, the smell was slightly stronger because of the cold weather and the change from bathing to body scrubbing every day, and it also smelled of wine.
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She didn't move, didn't refuse such an embrace.
He just said calmly: "Your Majesty, you are drunk."
"Well, maybe."
Thurnhill whispered, as if whispering: "I have been very lonely, very lonely.
At night, I often need to drink wine to help me sleep, otherwise it will be difficult to fall asleep.
I am old and tired. .”
Elves don't age, not ever.
What is old is the heart, and what is tired is also the heart.
The reason she didn't refuse was that she was also lonely.
If it were other elves, she would definitely push them away, but Thernhill was different.
He was responsible for the survival and prosperity of his tribe, and even the entire elves, because he was the king, the king of elves.
It's a kind of pressure that only you bear, and you can't tell anyone else, even your closest relatives.
In fact, she and Thurnhill are very similar.
They both have huge responsibilities on their shoulders, even if this responsibility has long exceeded their capabilities.
But for the sake of not only myself, I can only hold on, even if the responsibilities are getting more and more heavy.
She comforted softly: "But you did a good job, better than any elf.
Sometimes it is like this, unless you fall, you can't stop.
If Your Majesty falls, there will be Your Highness, but I will fall.
And there will be.
Who is it?”
If she fails, Tian Ming II will continue to select qualified testers.
If not found within the allotted time, Pluto will step forward to fill the void.
Just as Thernhill knew that he had fallen and that his replacement was Alelas, he could not fall.
No, we have to persist until the last moment.
She murmured softly: "As long as you persist, things will turn around.
You will even get the results you want.
You are lucky to be alive and see this world."
Look at the humans outside, they are all cannibalistic.
And here it is.
There is no need to worry about being killed, roasted and eaten, at least life is safe.
In comparison, this place is simply heaven, and the bloody scenes outside are hell.
Thurnhill hugged her tightly: "Will the tree wither?"
"I don't know, the tree will wither, but I don't know if it is a natural tree."
She replied helplessly, without telling lies.
Thernhill's age was not in vain.
Thernhill seemed to be getting weaker and weaker: "What should I do if the tree of nature withers?
What should the elves do..."
What should I do?
At most, I can live like a human being, but my lifespan is shortened.
She comforted: "Life is about quality.
In fact, it's okay.
With a fixed lifespan, you must let go when it's time to let go, and you don't have to suffer anymore.
Death is actually not difficult.
What is more terrible than death is not being able to die, but every day Living in pain.”
"Yes, yes, it would be nice to end it early..."
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Thurnhill didn't look like he was drunk at this moment, but like a businessman whose career collapsed after a tiring day, so weak.
If the princesses of those lords saw this, they would probably be so jealous that their eyes would bleed, and they would like to stab a few holes in her body with their swords.
To be able to make a peace-loving elf who would not easily harm any living being hold a sword and just want to kill her shows how charming Thernhil is.
The door opened, and Elleras stood at the door with a drink.
He originally wanted to come in, but was stunned when he saw this.
She tilted her head, raised her hand, and made a walking gesture.
Alelas, who was in a daze, understood, quietly closed the door again, and left.
Now that my son has seen it, I might as well hold him for a while longer.
She didn't want to refuse the hug, she was also very tired, too tired.
Humans and elves actually lived in groups, but she and Thernhill were both alone, fighting alone, following the powerful and endless reality of the world.
Fight and live hard.
She turned around slowly, not looking at Thurnhill's beautiful face, because she didn't want to see anything she didn't want to see on the other person's face.
He stretched out his arms and hugged this extremely slender body tightly.
"Don't think about anything, don't have any distracting thoughts, just like this, just like this."
She almost begged.
At this moment, I really don’t have any distracting thoughts, I just want a hug, a hug.
Her suffering and tiredness are only known to her in this world, and she is the only one to bear them.
The same should be true for Thernhill, and with the help of a little wine, his usually seemingly powerful disguise was finally taken off.
The two of them just hugged each other and leaned on the soft couch, feeling temporary comfort.
She thought of an unusually tall black figure again, and whispered: "Actually, there is a god who is lonelier than us.
He is so lonely, so proud, and carries a burden far greater than anyone else.
Compared with the pressure on you and me, It’s nothing.”
"Who is he?"
asked Thurnhill.
"A god, he gave me life and gave me a chance.
Shh, stop talking, this is good."
Thernhill didn't say anything more, and he couldn't bear to take this opportunity.
At this moment, the burdens of both parties can be lifted.
This kind of thing may not happen again in tens of thousands of years.
So cherish it.
When you wake up and put your status and responsibility on your shoulders, and all the hypocritical power to whitewash yourself, it will no longer be like this.
At this moment, I deeply understand why Pluto is so respected and valued.
A god who dares to rebel, dare to question, and dare to take responsibility.
He and his followers were thrown into hell, creating a new world in darkness, magma, and purgatory.
Moreover, he was burdened with infamy and even exaggerated sins.
Such courage and ability were not something ordinary gods could achieve.
So if she falls, he is the only one who can be a possible successful tester.
He was originally the pride of the gods, the god of enlightenment, and now the king of Hades. . .
I don’t know how I fell asleep.
When Cheng Qianxun woke up, Thurnhill was still leaning on the soft couch, sleeping with his eyes closed.
Long thick eyelashes, motionless.
I slept very well that night.
I have never slept so deeply since my death.
Even after I died, I never felt so safe and peaceful.
After Thurnhill drank the wine, the heat radiated from his body was naturally much more comfortable than the brazier.
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His thick long cloak became a quilt for two people.
The drunkenness has passed, there is no brazier here, she will leave, and she will feel cold later.
She turned around and went to the bed to get a thick blanket, returned to the soft couch, and covered Thurnhill as carefully as possible without waking him up.
There was no kiss before leaving like in movies and TV series, and there was no affectionate love, everything was very ordinary.
She quietly left Thurnhill's room and closed the door.
Where should I go, whether to go to my room to cook some food, or to go to Alandel's room and sleep for a while.
When you wake up, pretend that Alandel has slept well and gone out.
Finally thinking that it was more important to fill her stomach, she went to her room.
When the fish soup was cooked and we started to eat, Elleras came.
"This wine...
I still brought it back."
Alleras obviously had something to say.
"Ask."
She blew on the noodle soup and took a sip: "You can ask whatever you want, you're welcome."
Elleras ignored the smell of fish, a smell that elves could not avoid.
Obviously there are more important questions than these.
Even if the room is full of corpse stench, he will still stay and ask for answers.
Putting the wine next to him, he walked over and sat on the small stool next to the brazier, looking like a dumpling.
She just didn't say anything and waited, sooner or later she would speak.
Sure enough, Alelas hesitated for a long time before saying: "Last night, you didn't seem to come out of the room last night."
"It's not like it seems, but I've always been in your father's room."
She said directly looking at Elleras, with a bit of teasing feeling, watching his face turn red and white.
"So, then..."
Elleras almost stuttered: "Are you going to marry my father?"
She burst out laughing.
Before Elleras could get embarrassed, she quickly explained: "Don't worry, I don't have the ability to become a queen, and your father has nothing to do with me.
Really, you don't believe it.
I still don’t believe in your father?”
"But I saw him..."
Of course Alelas didn't believe it, he still had a pair of eyes.
"Hold me, right?"
She laughed: "I don't believe you have never hugged Alandel.
Have you and Alandel already had something?"
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