Cheng Qianxun was still lying with his back turned, as if he didn't care, but in fact he was listening with his ears raised.
The sounds of quarrels and movements can be controlled.
"Just leave her to Thought, let's go."
The desire for survival made the elves finally decide not to sit still and wait for death, and the calls to capture her became louder and louder.
"Okay" Omrod came out and yelled loudly for the first time: "Do you know what you are doing?"
"Omrod, we know that you have a relationship with her, but this is a major matter to maintain the survival of the elves, so don't worry about it."
"Yes, if you don't want to help, just avoid it."
Omrod was obviously trying to stop the eager elves, but with his own strength, how could he possibly stop them.
Just when it was noisy, it suddenly became quiet. . .
Omrod's voice knew why it was like this: "Your Majesty."
"You want to catch her."
Thernhill's voice was filled with pride: "If you want to catch a protoss who wiped out the entire orcs at once, it seems that not only your lifespan is shortened, but your brains are also stupid.
Like the orcs, there is nothing but hatred.
Can’t remember.”
A hundred years ago, when her magic power had not yet been restored, she blocked the invading orc troops outside the castle gate alone.
Three months ago, the demise of the Orcs was also her "masterpiece".
The elves fell silent for a moment, and then they heard Thancil say leisurely: "If any of you wants to go up and try, then go ahead.
I won't interfere, but I won't save him, because there is no way he can be saved."
When the king said this, the elves fell silent, and after a while they heard the sound of slight and complicated footsteps.
The elves returned to the ship.
Then she heard subtle footsteps approaching from far away, but her back was still turned.
Could it be that some elf desperately wanted to come over and give it a try?
She raised a hand, and a fireball rose from her palm.
"It's me."
It was Thurnhill's voice.
She made a fist.
Put away the mana.
Thernhill is proud and does not believe in attacking from behind.
Thurnhill came over, walked to his side, and sat down.
I could only feel the warmth from his body coming from the back where they touched, but neither of them spoke.
Everything that needs to be said has been said.
After a long time, she got up and went out.
Because I have to make dinner.
She needs to eat meat.
After finishing eating, she returned to the cave and found that there was an extra bunk next to her bunk.
Thurnhill was sitting there, reading a book.
No matter what the fuss was about, she lay down on the floor and covered herself with a blanket and fell asleep.
Thurnhill reads a book.
From time to time, I heard him adding firewood to the brazier.
Seeing that in the middle of the night, I probably lay down to sleep when I was tired.
She went hunting the next day, and when she came back, she saw that Thurnhill was not there, but his bed was still there.
At night, Thurnhill would come over as usual after finishing things, and lie down on the floor not far from her, or sleep directly.
Or fall asleep after getting tired from reading.
Just like that, for three days in a row.
The two live independently without interfering with each other.
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On the fourth day, Elleras finally couldn't bear it anymore and waited for her at the entrance of the cave that she must pass through.
"Cheng" Elleras called her.
She stopped and looked at Elleras.
"Please don't do this.
My father is in pain and is under a lot of pressure."
Alleras mustered up his courage: "Even if it doesn't work, please tell him and let him give up completely, okay?
Otherwise, you guys If it goes on like this without saying a word, I feel very depressed watching it.”
Seeing Elleras' expectant expression and shining eyes, she didn't answer, jumped up and flew away.
This time she did not go back after eating, but sat by the lake in a daze.
I sat there until I got hungry and went to the lake to catch fish.
After eating, I continued to lean and sit in a daze.
When it was getting dark, I went back.
Back in the cave, Thurnhil is eating dinner.
He ate late today, with a bottle of wine and two glasses in front of him.
When he saw her coming back, he pulled off the oak wood on the bottle, stood up, poured wine into the wine glass, and walked over.
When the wine glass was handed to her, she took it and drank slowly.
"If you dare to drink at this time, you are not afraid of what I put in the wine."
Thurnhill finally spoke.
She took another sip without replying, proving it with her actions.
Thurnhill returned to his floor, picked up the wine glass and poured a glass: "Thank you for your trust."
After taking a sip of wine, he looked at the deep red wine in the glass and said softly: "Today is my birthday.
I have lived for so long without knowing it."
She raised her glass and finally said, "Happy birthday."
"Yes, happy birthday."
Thurnhill smiled, raised his glass to her in return, and took another sip.
He exhaled a long breath, with vicissitudes and sadness: "Actually, I am not afraid of death.
Death is just the beginning of rebirth for elves.
But I don't want my son to be born so early.
I think of Elleras shortly after my death.
I will also disappear from this world, I am very sad.”
She finished the wine, which was not much.
Thurnhill knew how much she could drink, just pour a little at a time and taste it.
Putting down the wine glass, she lay down, still facing away.
Thernhill behind him said helplessly: "Okay, I understand.
Cheng, don't sleep here, just sleep in the spaceship.
You have done enough for the elves, I will order you to You have the rights that a distinguished guest should have.
How can you sleep here if you let me sleep in it?"
So Thurnhill came to stay with her.
Obviously, if she didn't move back to sleep, Thurnhill also planned to make a bed here and stay with her all the time.
Thinking of what Elleras said to her during the day, it was not that she was untouched.
Sometimes the ruthlessness was just a pretense.
She slowly sat up and faced the dazzlingly beautiful Thernhill in front of her: "I can't help you.
I can't wait until your great-grandson.
The spaceship can gather enough energy to send you and the descendants of your tribe.
Go back.
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If I am ordered to stay here, I will also watch you grow old and die.
I can only watch when Elelas dies."
I don’t know if you said this with a heart as hard as iron.
She couldn't forget the original intention of coming here for the sake of an elven clan.
So this is the final result she gave.
Thernhill smiled slightly, with a truly gentle tone: "I know, when I die, it's good to have a friend like you by my side.
Do you know that the elves are dead?
Just like the trees of nature, they break into pieces.
Disappear in the air.
I hope it is night when I die, when the moon is full, the fragments will reflect the moonlight, it will be beautiful."
She wanted to say sorry, but there was no use saying it.
In the end, she responded: "Okay, Your Majesty, okay."
She seemed to give a guarantee.
Thurnhill seemed to have dropped a big stone.
He felt a lot more relaxed: "Then don't sleep here, go in and sleep."
"No, it's too late, tomorrow," she replied.
"Then tomorrow.
When you go out, I will ask the elf to prepare your bed."
Thurnhill lay down, leaned on the pillow and closed his eyes: "Good night."
"Good night."
She also lay down.
Everything was so peaceful, and the words to each other were like talking to old friends, but only they knew how much they were suffering in their hearts.
No matter how much pain you have, you can only harden your heart and understand the other person.
Although the distance between the two people is less than five meters and can be reached by just walking a few steps, they are still as far apart as thousands of mountains and rivers.
Sleep even if you can't sleep.
Long-term training has given her very strong control.
No matter what happens, you will eat when it's time to eat.
Being able to close your eyes when it's time to sleep.
When you are in a bad mood, you will numb yourself and treat yourself as an outsider.
Everything is a dream, everything is a dream, she has to be a passerby, a bystander, otherwise, her life may be thrown here, and everything will end.
At the beginning of another day, she flew to the lake and continued to be in a daze after eating. . .
"Just let me wait like this and watch the elves grow old and disappear one by one."
She said to herself, calmly and almost coldly: "It doesn't matter, I have a lot of patience, I will watch them die, one by one."
"I've seen enough death to not care about watching anymore."
Do you want her to be kind to an elven clan?
It's impossible, never possible.
Natural selection means survival of the fittest.
She didn't belong here in the first place.
If the elves couldn't solve their own problems, they would have to die.
If humans can survive, so can they.
Her strength must be saved until the end, in order to gain more opportunities.
Now that you have figured it out, go back.
If she really wants to stay in the elves for decades, then she might as well go back as soon as possible and mix until all the elves forget about it, or understand that she can't possibly use up all her mana to help them.
If you want to get used to it, get used to it as soon as possible.
After having a full lunch, it looked like she could skip dinner, so she went back.
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As soon as she landed, Alandel came over to greet her and said anxiously: "Fortunately, you're back.
I almost wanted to find you."
She walked into the cave.
No need to ask anything, Alandel would naturally tell her what was going on.
But Alaindel was very anxious, so she grabbed her hand and ran towards the cave.
"What's wrong?"
she asked.
"Hurry up, hurry up, maybe there's still time."
Alandel said anxiously, "It's inside."
If you're in a hurry, hurry up.
She grabbed Alandel's arm and then flew her up, reaching the cave at the speed of the wind.
Inside, a group of elves were forming a circle.
From time to time, there are elves shouting: "Hurry up, hold it down, hurry up.
It's coming out soon."
What was going on?
She walked in to take a look and smiled bitterly.
A doe was giving birth to a fawn, but the doe was injured.
Two elves helped deliver the baby, while an elf pressed its bleeding neck to try to stop the blood from flowing out.
"Cheng, please save it."
Alan Daier begged: "Only you can save it."
She said indifferently: "Then let it die.
If it dies, it will be my dinner."
Alandel's eyes widened: "You are so cruel, didn't you hear it begging us?"
"No."
She told the truth: "I only understand the language of intermediate and advanced creatures with a certain IQ.
I can't understand what some orcs say that are too stupid, let alone animals that can be my food."
Alandel choked for a moment.
She peeled away the elves who were showing disdain and walked out: "I heard that the medical treatment of your elves is pretty good.
If you want to save it, don't be stingy."
"Cheng" Alandel ran out and followed her: "It is giving birth and cannot be used.
And what it said is, please save its child..."
He stopped and stood still. . .
The elves understand the language of animals, so they always take the initiative to attack and kill animals, and only use weapons in self-defense.
"Please save them.
Even if the fawns are born, they will still die without the doe."
Alandel begged.
"It's not out yet, work harder," the elf over there was encouraging the doe.
"It's crying, it seems it can't survive..."
The elf pressed the wound with regret and sadness.
"Well, it doesn't take much effort anyway."
She turned around and walked back angrily, cursing herself: "I knew I would have come back later.
I borrowed it."
The elves who were watching quickly made a way, and she walked in.
She saw that the doe was indeed crying, and tears flowed out of her spiritual eyes.
He said angrily: "No need to cry, you can't die."
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After squatting down, he said to the elf who was covering the wound on his neck: "On the count of three, let go immediately.
One, two, three."
Sure enough, she let go of her hand, blood immediately flowed out, and her hand quickly pressed on it. . .
It must have encountered a predator, but it broke away and came here with all its strength.
Maybe it was a coincidence, or maybe it knew that the elves were here.
Close your eyes and try to feel whether the bite wound is a ruptured blood vessel. . .
Well, there are minor cracks and broken areas are healing. . .
She had used the same method to save Omrod a hundred years ago, and it could be said that she was now very familiar with it.
Moreover, the doe's injury was not as serious as Omrod's at that time.
Because childbirth consumes physical energy and raises blood pressure, it only makes matters worse.
When she let go of her hand after more than ten seconds, the wound had stopped bleeding and was scarred.
It doesn't need to be cured, it doesn't need to look good anyway, it just doesn't bleed to save some mana.
"Okay, come out, come out."
With the cry, the deer, which had exposed its two hind legs, was finally pulled out.
The doe did not have the strength to lick the amniotic fluid from the fawn's nose and mouth, so the elf helped to wipe it away.
"Why are you out of breath?"
an elf exclaimed.
"Press quickly and let it breathe."
Seeing that the little deer didn't move a little bit like other little deer, the good guys just did it to the end.
She went over, and with a little luck, she pushed the deer on the back.
"Poof" some water sprayed out of the deer's mouth and nose, and then it seemed to breathe.
"Live, live," the elves shouted happily, laughing, hugging, and cheering, each and every one of them was as good as being their own parents.
The elves are really an interesting race, but they are not shy about the strong smell of blood at this time.
"Thank you, Cheng."
Alandel ran over and hugged her happily.
"Take it easy, don't get too excited."
She held up her bloody hands: "Can you get a basin of water so I can wash my hands?"
The fetuses of the fawn were fed to the doe.
Although the doe was weak, she was still alive.
As long as she nursed her back to health for a few days, she would be fine.
Herbivores are very tenacious, and after a few minutes the fawn was struggling and trying to stand up.
After ten minutes, he walked up to the doe and lay down to drink milk
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