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Elleras's face became redder and redder.
Why did the elf never grow up?
He was hundreds of years old and he was still so shy.
She put the fish soup aside first and stretched out her hand: "Give me the wine."
Elleras handed over the wine, she took it, opened the cork on the bottle, and blew on the bottle.
After wiping his mouth, he said to Elleras: "Have some too."
"No need."
Elleras refused.
She put the cork on the wine bottle, put it next to her, and picked up the bowl: "Sometimes hugging is not only a way to express love, but also to relieve stress.
Your father endured a lot of pressure for the sake of the clan, but there was no way out.
Release it.”
"For me too."
Elleras lowered his head slightly.
"For you."
She laughed suddenly: "No, Your Highness, you shouldn't think like this.
Your father's requirements are too high.
Do you think there is any woman in this world who is suitable for him besides your mother?
If you guessed right, Your mother is also an accident, it can only be said to be fate.
Whether a female elf can enter your father's life in the future also depends on fate. " Alelas seemed to be persuaded, and raised his head to look at her, his eyes sparkling.
After a while, he seemed to have mustered up the courage: "But I think you are suitable for my father."
"You came here as a matchmaker for your father."
Now she laughed even harder, and then she stopped smiling: "Dear Your Highness, no.
This is impossible.
If you really want to do your father's good, just pray to the elves.
God, I don't have the chance to do anything like you and your father trying to kill me.
We're lucky so far."
"Are you talking about the orders of the gods there?"
Elleras was confused: "Why do they do this?
Do you have to obey their orders?"
"Yes."
She raised the corner of her mouth slightly, but she said words that she felt were cruel: "Even if they order me to take out my own intestines now, I can only do it, let alone your intestines.
No.
Why, there are some things I can’t understand.”
Elleras took a deep breath and probably felt the chill: "Then why don't you resist that your ability is so strong now."
Why not resist many, many years ago, in the distant past.
An angel had already done this and led a third of the angels to resist, but failed.
No matter how strong her ability is, it was given to her by the underworld and heaven.
It can never surpass the unknown god at the top.
She looked at it with a smile: "Do you want me to take out your intestines?"
Elleras is not a fool.
Stop talking immediately.
After eating, she went to the hall to warm herself by the fire.
There was no airtight wall in the world.
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She could feel the looks coming from all directions, which were different from the past.
They all knew that she was in Thurnhill's room last night.
Whatever they thought and discussed, it was none of her business.
As long as no one is so jealous that they can't bear to think about it, just stab her again with a sword.
Wrapping the cloak tightly.
Sitting by the brazier, squinting slightly and thinking about something.
I don’t know when it started.
She was like a dying old man who could sit and sit for a long time.
She had many past events to recall, savoring every detail of joy and pain.
Every fragment, every layer is like starting to live again, and also like going to die.
Are her teammates okay now?
They should be fine.
She had entrusted them to her before she left, so she acted without hesitation.
Even if she dies, her teammates should live better than her.
This is enough.
Her teammates have helped her a lot along the way, and these rewards are what she deserves.
Alaindel came and sat next to her.
After not speaking for a long time, he said softly: "Would you like to go back and sleep for a while?"
"No need."
She replied: "I slept very well yesterday, but unfortunately I had nothing to do and was a bit bored."
She slept very well yesterday.
Alandel looked at her suspiciously, probably wondering what she was doing all night.
Could it be that she closed her eyes and slept soundly?
Nothing can withstand the passage of time, and everyone's curiosity will disappear in a few days.
And she probably won't stay here long.
Letting other elves know that Thernhill's taste is so "special" is probably a comfort to all the beautiful female elves.
The days went by like this day by day, and another four or five days passed.
During this period, although I met Thurnhill, they greeted each other normally, as if there was nothing unusual.
There are also a lot less rumors about this.
After all, besides Wang's tidbits, there are many other things.
For example, the two lords and princesses who were obsessed with Thernhill complained to each other while drinking, and ended up getting drunk, crying and making trouble.
On the other hand, the lord princess who was about to stab her with the sword seemed calm and had a fiancé, the son of another lord.
It is definitely not easy for elves to give up the person they love and accept other elves.
It is said that Thurnhill talked to her once, and there was someone in the room that night, which made the princess completely despair.
In any case, the elves living together this time have allowed many elves to find partners, which can be said to be a great blessing among misfortunes.
Perhaps soon, the number of elves in the elves will increase.
As for humans, William's family lived well with fish and the food they found.
As for the other tribe, the current number is only half of the original number.
The common people could not stand the oppression of their leaders and nobles, so they took up arms and fought.
The clan was divided into two branches, opposing each other.
What they have to do every day is to cut off the meat from the corpse, roast it and eat it.
They also need to be prepared for sneak attacks because the temperature is very low now.
If they kill them, the corpse will be frozen hard in a short time and can be stored for a long time.
Until the weather returns again.
In this way, the animals that originally left the forest slowly came back.
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Cheng Qianxun went over to take a look.
These people's eyes were red from lack of sleep, and their nerves were in a state of long-term tension, almost to the point of collapse.
Even if I can't control it, I will suddenly cry and laugh.
Everything has a bottom line.
Once this invisible line is crossed, even a temporary victory will be achieved.
You will pay the price slowly in the future.
The weather seemed to be slowly getting warmer, although it was still freezing and snowy, and there was no thermometer.
But when boiling water, it is obvious that the water boiling time is shortened.
After eating the fish, I stood up and walked to the window and looked out through the crack in the window.
It’s been almost two months, and the temperature should be getting warmer.
This time it can be seen that the elves are of high quality.
Far better than some beast-like humans.
Suddenly, a voice rang out "The tree will wither." . .
She stirred up her energy.
The voice repeated "The tree will wither." . .
There is no throne on the deep hall, and there is no one in the warehouse, so go to the bedroom to find it.
Arriving at the door, he knocked on the door.
But there was no response.
Knock again.
Still not.
"Cheng, look for my father."
Alelas, who had already noticed that something was wrong with her, followed her.
"Yes, where is your majesty?"
she asked.
"It should be in the room."
Elleras also knocked on the door, but there was still no sound from inside: "Maybe it's not there, or let's look elsewhere."
At this time, she pushed the door directly.
The door was not pushed open, but closed from the inside.
Inside, she used some magic.
Go through a door and remove the latch inside.
Opened the door and went in.
There was a strong smell of alcohol inside, and on the bed, Thurnhill was sleeping on his side, covered with a blanket.
His face was red, and there were three or four empty wine bottles next to the bed.
She was drunk, so she immediately raised her hand, and the door behind her automatically closed and bolted.
The door must be closed so that others cannot see Wang being drunk.
"Father, Father" Alelas stepped forward and shook him, but Thurnhill was obviously sleeping too soundly.
"It's not that there is a limited supply of wine."
She picked up an empty wine bottle on the ground and looked at it.
Alleras tilted his head and said with a hint of deepness, "My father hasn't had a drink for several days...
Last night was the anniversary of my mother's death."
For a moment, the air in the room became heavy.
Elleras continued to shake Thurnhil, but it seemed to be of no use.
Elleras gave up and stood up: "Is this important?
Let's wait until my father wakes up.
He has a good drinking capacity and should be able to wake up at noon."
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He has been drinking for thousands of years and has lost his wife for hundreds of years.
How can it be bad after hundreds of years of training in drinking.
But she didn't want to wait any longer.
Things were indeed important.
She raised her hand, and the closed window on the side suddenly opened.
The cold air pouring in from the outside suddenly lowered the temperature in the room.
But this was still not enough to wake up Thurnhill, so with a wave of his hand, a pile of condensed ice and snow on the window sill rose into the air, flew all the way in, and then a big piece of snow hit Thurnhill in the face. superior.
"Yeah."
Thurnhill was stimulated and woke up suddenly, standing up almost as fast as a jump.
The blanket was naturally lifted, and one could see that Thurnhill had probably gotten too hot from drinking last night, and had pulled his collar wide open, exposing the white of his neck.
Fortunately, the weather was cold, otherwise it would have been funny if he had been even more disheveled, or even without any "garb".
"What?"
Thurnhill wiped his face with his hands in panic.
When he woke up, he saw clearly that it was snow, and then saw that it was her and Alelas standing in front of the bed.
He let out a long breath: "Why are you two?
" "Cheng has something to ask you."
Alelas turned around to close the window.
Before she could move, she waved and closed the window.
Alleras's eyes widened when he saw it: "It's great to be a god."
Is it good to be a god?
In fact, the answer is not.
If you only have the power of a god but do not have a god-like consciousness, you will only do things unfairly.
Human beings will praise God, complain, and even curse.
It is not easy to be a God.
Even if you are extremely busy and exhausted, you still have to take the blame.
"What's the matter?
Tell me."
Thurnhill wiped his face with his hands, stood up, walked to the mirror, arranged his clothes, covered the exposed skin on his chest with his placket, loosened his belt and tied it again.
He also knew that it was too provocative, and if he looked at it too much, he would be poisoned.
If he was seen by other female elves, he would get drunk again in the evening.
"The tree will wither," she repeated.
"I've said it before and heard it again."
After tidying up his clothes, Thurnhill felt cold.
He walked aside and picked up the clothes one by one from the messy pile and put them on.
It must have been because he felt hot last night.
Take it off and throw it around.
This was about the first time I saw Thurnhill throwing clothes around, and he was obviously drunk last night.
"Yes."
She answered firmly, hearing it clearly at the time.
"What does that mean?
Most of the trees outside are withered.
Are they going to all wither?"
Thernhill finally put on his thick cloak and walked over slowly.
Although he walked slowly, his legs were very long and he could reach the ground with one step.
He is two steps ahead of others, so his walking posture is naturally more graceful than others: "Could it be..."
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"It's possible."
She nodded. . .
A tree of nature, a huge tree of nature.
Thurnhill closed his eyes and let out a long sigh: "If it is true, then that is the only way."
"But I think it's more than that."
She was thinking about this issue as she came along.
Elleras doesn’t understand or understand: “What are you talking about?”
Thurnhill opened his eyes: "What else?"
She said slowly so that everyone could hear clearly and have time to think: "It feels a little warm these days?"
"Yeah, what about that?"
Alleras didn't know, but he still felt it.
She narrated: "You have never experienced that your winters and springs are about the same temperature.
Only the maturity of plant fruits is used as a reference for the change of seasons.
When the temperature rises, the ice and snow will melt, although the ice and snow outside will not melt and trigger Flooding, but what impact will it have here?”
Thernhill's eyes followed hers and slowly moved around the room.
Now the frost in the room has reduced a lot from the first day, only a little bit remains.
If the temperature rises again, all the frost on the walls will melt. . .
The entire castle walls will become damp. . .
She added some more content to support Thurnhill's possible conjecture: "The castle is built inside the tree of nature.
If the tree of nature withers and all the ice inside melts..."
If the wall collapses, then It was no less than an eight-magnitude earthquake.
The castle would be severely damaged, and the elves inside might also be in danger.
Thernhill looked at her, his blue eyes flashing with the Milky Way, and he suddenly ordered: "Notify all the lords that we will move out of the castle within three days, and all the elves will move out.
Choose important things to take, as long as they can be moved Yes, get as much as you can."
Alelas understood everything now and immediately ran to the door quickly.
"Crack!"
The door bolt opened automatically and the door opened.
Elleras said "thank you" and rushed out without looking back.
No matter how fast his brain turns, the Elf King is indeed too smart.
She said to Thurnhill: "Your Majesty, please sort it out.
You may not be able to come back this time, but of course you still hope to come back."
She turned around, also going to tidy up, and left here with the large army.
"Wait a minute," Thurnhill shouted, and before she could turn around, a hug hugged her tightly from behind.
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