Ride and Cut

"Ignorant humans, all of our forest elves have united to establish a kingdom." The Butternut hugged his arms and snorted at the elf maids, "Since they are all relics of the old country, you should also quickly notify the mistress Juzu Xiangduan Forest. Migrate instead of continuing to mix with humans without shame!"

With the Lord Lord here, the little peppers of Gaoshan Fort were not welcome, and they chatted back together.

The voice of the prairie elf is more tactful than that of the oriole, even if it swears, it is like singing.

Of course, they will not use dirty words, but they are really detrimental. Compare the opponent to the goblin in the wilderness, the mouse in the gutter, and the sparrow in the dust.

Richard looked at the elven prince who sprang out of the poor valley, his face turned from white to red, and his pimples on his forehead became brighter.

This guy is also opening his eyes and telling nonsense to fool others as a fool.

For the kingdom jointly established by the forest elves, the power structure must also be established by the forest elves, which is not the same as the ancient elves empire. If there are other elves with the idea of ​​restoring the glory of the homeland, they will surely find that they can only be second-class citizens.

The relics of the same old country belong to the relics of the same old country, but in the life-critical matter of fighting for power, even the relatively indifferent elves cannot escape the vulgarity.

If the prairie elves had been poor and white before, they might have ventured, but now they are so comfortable in Gaoshan Fort, how could they be willing to leave everything behind.

"Be willing to fall! Be willing to fall!" Xiaobai's face was trembling with anger and lips, "You are not worthy of being pure-blood elves, you are as low as a half-elf! No wonder you mix with the lowly half-elves!"

The smile on Richard's face slowly disappeared, and he felt Annie's shoulders tremble violently.

If a race has the longest life span, the most glorious history, the most beautiful face, and the most outstanding elemental talents among all the intelligent races in the Pan-Continent, it will be the leader in painting, architecture, sculpture, etc., and it is still today. Highly sought after.

Then they should be proud of course, and contempt for other races is inevitable.

The elves are just such a race.

Therefore, in the eyes of the elves, it is naturally particularly embarrassing for the mixed-race descendants born with foreign races.

It is better for a tribe in a difficult situation like the steppe elves. After all, they have been beaten up by life, and even the continuation is difficult to pay attention to. The half-elves are more tolerant and acceptable.

Even so, Annie once said half-jokingly that her ears really don't look good. It would be nice if it could be a bit longer like a pure blood elf, or it could become a human round ear completely.

It's so pitiful, Lord Lord has never paid attention to such subtle issues.

According to a philosopher, there is a serious element in any joke. This obviously means that even Annie herself is somewhat sensitive to the half-elf identity.

As for the forest elves who don't have much contact with other races, it goes without saying that discrimination will only be more serious.

"Don't cry." Richard squeezed Annie's nose gently.

"Why...why should I say that half-elf is mean?" Annie raised her head, her eyes swollen like peaches.

"In our fairy kingdom, half-elves are only worthy of coolies. You appear in the world, it is the shame of the elves."

"You should be grateful that it's during the coronation ceremony." There was an unusual calm on the Lord Lord's face, as if at the last moment before the storm, "So I only break your legs for a little punishment."

"Haha, just rely on you?" The little white-faced elf prince sneered disdainfully.

The noise of footsteps is from far to near.

"Here." Vera led the way in the front.

She was there when she was shopping before. As a human, she didn't receive the attention of the forest elves, so she sneaked away and rescued soldiers.

Dracula took at least the forty or fifty warriors, and a beech stick with a thick wrist was murderous. Their violent characteristics were so obvious that the sheriff of the Fleisch followed all the way but did not dare to stop him, and almost hanged himself in a hurry.

The forest elves were not idle either, and there were also a group of sharp-eared rangers who heard the wind.

This time, the leader of the team was a cool handsome elf, with an inconspicuous cross-shaped scar on his cheek. I don't know which opponent left him with a medal.

Richard could feel that he was a master, but he didn't care at all. And the other party looked at the lord of the mountain fort, with an uncontrollable horror in his eyes-at his level, he could vaguely feel a little bit of desperate power!

"Your Majesty." Dracula was in a lacquered black dress without any slenderness, but his blond hair was shining in the sun, sick and handsome.

Richard slapped and raised two fingers, "Two legs, give him a long memory."

"Just because of this tuberculosis ghost?" The cream nanny seemed to hear a big joke, "Dominic, teach him a lesson he will never forget."

Before the cold-hearted elves had time to speak, Dracula rushed up on his toes.

"Under Dracula."

The lacquer black liquid continuously gushes out of the ring, entwining, flowing, shaping, combining and interweaving on the body. The whole set of spiked and hideous armor slowly closes until even the face is completely covered.

At the same time, a Origin Blood Sword was formed inch by inch in the palm of his palm, shining like a metal substance.

Obviously he can be counted as a heavy-armored swordsman, but his footsteps are as light as a cat, and he doesn't even make a sound when he steps on the stone slab.

"Under Dominica."

Even if he didn't want to do it, he had no choice but to drew out a delicate thorn sword. What he cultivated was actually not in line with the spirit of the spirit tradition, and it was still the fire element.

The level of itself is quite good, and the sword in his hand is really good. Baby~www.readwn.com~ The spine of the sword is inlaid with a sliver of crimson crystals, which leaves a pink band of light in mid-air with the slightest wave of it. , As beautiful as a dream.

The lord's eyes were very vicious, and he could tell at a glance that this was the Aphisto Red Lotus Crystal, one of the most cherished magic gems. It can effectively increase the purity of fire fighting qi essence, this sword is enough to allow mid-level swordsmen to leapfrog high-level naked outfits.

Dracula waved his sword, and his two blades matched each other.

The Origin Blood Sword in his hand shattered into dozens of pieces in an instant, turning into a long whip and threw it out!

With his free control of the source blood, Dracula's style of play can be very varied, and it is easy to suffer a loss if he is not prepared for the first contact, but Dominic's response is very wonderful.

His waist folds backwards like noodles, avoiding the whip, and then suddenly bounces up, his movements are almost more agile than the dancers. The sharpest part of the stabbing sword ignited a little bit of anger, but the size of the wheat grain was blazing and dazzling, and it pierced the opponent's chest.

Obviously, he is determined to win this sword. In order to avoid trouble, actively avoid the potentially fatal left chest, but aim at the right chest.

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