The little dwarfs who were blown to the square stood up from the ground in embarrassment. They were smoky and were blown away for more than ten miles. They actually didn't seem to be hurt. One of them was no more than three feet tall.
The little dwarf opened his mouth and spat out a cloud of black smoke, followed by a torrent of curses. He started with greetings from the father of all the gods of the Azer clan, and continued to greet the mothers of the elves and gods. He wanted to rid the world of Huokjin.
The ancestors of all the gods of the God Clan greeted each other once and then closed their mouths.
Another short man covered in pitch black picked up what his companion was saying. He jumped and cursed: "All calculations are accurate, all materials are just right, all molds and magic circuits are correct! But in the end we finally
Failed! Why is that? There must be a reason! Who doesn’t wash their hands after peeing in the morning?”
Dozens of little dwarfs who were covered in darkness looked at each other, and then they jumped to their feet and cursed at the same time. One accused him of going straight to breakfast after having a bowel movement in the morning, and the other cursed a certain companion.
I haven’t taken a shower in three days, and several others attacked a certain companion with particularly big feet. I haven’t washed my feet in seven days!
Soon, the group of dwarfs rolled up their sleeves that had been torn by the explosion, and waved their fists to fight into a ball. The nearby dignitaries of the Goblin Empire watched this group of dwarfs rolling around on the ground, fighting.
The little man whose head was banging was just dancing and cheering for them, encouraging them to quickly break the head of some unlucky guy!
Queen Green Moon felt deeply powerless!
These little men, who were covered in darkness and were blown into darkness without forgetting to criticize and abuse each other, are the Hawkkin Protoss who have ruled the Goblin Continent for countless years and claim to have the highest wisdom among the gods. In other words, we can call them the Hawkkin Land.
Elves, that's the thing anyway. They look similar to goblins, are about the same size, and have weirder tempers, are more difficult to figure out, and are even more difficult to serve.
A Hawkkin god howled miserably, and one of his companions grabbed a hammer from nowhere and hit him hard on the head. The Hawkkin god was so painful that tears came out, and he yelled at him randomly.
After running a few steps, he bumped into the Green Moon Queen. The Green Moon Queen was very tall and wore a pair of high-heeled combat boots. However, the Hawkkin God was only two feet tall, and his chin hit her right on the body.
He landed on the Green Moon Queen's knee, and heard a "click" as his tongue was bitten by his own teeth.
"Woooo~ It hurts~ Woooo! Elf!" This Hawkkin god sprayed a mouthful of blood on the light green robe of the Green Moon Queen. He raised his head and looked at the Green Moon Queen, and with a dark face, he bared his teeth and shouted:
"Brothers, I found the reason why our experiment failed! Elves! And they are female elves! What bad luck! Why are there female elves?"
The Hawkkin gods who were fighting each other were stunned at the same time. Then they jumped up and started yelling at the Green Moon Queen: "Damn it, female elves! Why are there female elves?
Appearing at the most critical time of our experiment? Who let them in? Oh, damn it. This must be the reason for our failure!"
These dwarfs rushed to the Green Moon Queen one by one with arrogance, rolled up their sleeves and made a show of fighting her to the death if they refused to give up. The Green Moon Queen frowned and looked at the clothes on her robe.
That mouthful of blood was mixed with unknown black stains, and the pretty face turned black with anger.
This group of damn Hawkkin Protoss, the Green Moon Queen knew the quirks of these guys. They were just looking for an excuse for their failure. But the Green Moon Queen was unlucky. When they failed, the Green Moon Queen happened to be there, so she was beaten by them.
A scapegoat was placed. If Queen Green Moon was not here, they would definitely blame other places for the failure. For example, the soup they drank in the morning was too salty, too bland, or simply too neither salty nor bland.
She snorted in annoyance. Without saying a word, the Green Moon Queen pulled out an almost transparent light green long sword. It was almost as long as her height, but the three-fingered long sword was as wide and as thin as a cicada's wing, and drew a trace of light green.
The arc of light accurately hit the forehead of a Hawkkin god: "Jackey, long time no see, haven't you gotten rid of your temper of blaming others randomly?"
Jacques Ya, the supreme leader of the Hawkkin Protoss in the Goblin Continent and the youngest prince of the Hawkkin Protoss, saw Queen Green Moon pull out her long sword, and his face suddenly turned as green as a spinach. He immediately raised his hands and shouted loudly
He shouted: "Just a joke, damn, female elf, we were just joking! Aha, is the weather good today?"
The other Hawkkin gods fled from the Green Moon Queen as quickly as possible. As they fled, some strange and strange components shining with various magical lights appeared on their bodies. In just a few snaps of the fingers, these Hawkkin gods disappeared almost at the same time.
Transformed into metal puppets several meters tall, the aura exuding from their bodies seems to have reached the level of the Lord God.
The sound of 'clanging' was endless. Countless weapons with strange shapes were ejected from the arms and bodies of the metal puppets controlled by the Hawkkin gods. At the same time, the noises of the Hawkkin gods came from within these metal puppets, which became no different from hedgehogs.
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"Female elf, let go of Jacques. Although he often doesn't rinse his mouth and his teeth are very yellow, the egg yolk pie he makes is delicious!"
"That's right, let go of Jacques. His fiancée is still waiting for him at home. He can't die here. He is still a virgin!"
"Ah, is Jacques a virgin? I doubt this proposition. How about we take off his pants and study it carefully? Okay, okay, now is not the time to discuss such irrelevant issues. Female elf, put it down.
Kai Yakeya, young people are timid, don't scare him."
"Oh, damn Funk, Jacques is three years older than you, you are the young man! I am three days older than Jacques, so I can call him young man! Understand? Funk, only I can call him Jacques.
young people!"
"Nonsense, I am the oldest person here! You all have to listen to me, you are all young people!"
A group of Hawkkin gods were making an incomprehensible noise, as if ten thousand toads were shouting at the same time. Queen Green Moon and the elves wanted to plug their ears, and the emperors and nobles of the Goblin Empire,
He squatted leisurely on the edge of the square, happily watching the friendly interactions between his gods and these elves!
Suddenly, a badge hanging on his chest proved his identity as the Grand Duke of the Goblin Empire. The sanctimonious old goblin suddenly jumped up. He waved his fist and shouted loudly: "Lord Funk, I am your devout believer.
Ah! Punch that female elf on the nose! Knock the bridge of her nose off! Ha, I bet you a gold coin that you can’t knock out her big teeth!”
A metal puppet with red flames spitting out from its body immediately turned around and waved its fist at the Goblin Grand Duke: "Fart! Can't I knock out her big teeth? Prepare your gold coins, those gold coins are mine.
!Hey, female elf, smile and let me see how your teeth are, so that I can smash all your big teeth!"
With a 'clang' sound, the metal puppet spitting out flames clenched its fist and shook it fiercely towards the Green Moon Queen. The other Hawkkin gods and goblins were suddenly so excited that their whole bodies were trembling, and they instantly forgot that they were still there.
Jacques, who was trembling under the Green Moon Queen's sword, started to place bets while yelling!
His Majesty, the Emperor of the Goblin Empire, an old goblin who was two feet and three inches tall quickly took off his luxurious emperor's robe, picked up an ink pen and wrote quickly on his emperor's robe. How much is the handicap, the bet is
How much, who loses, who wins, etc., a huge bet took place amidst the cheers of countless Hawkkin gods and goblin dignitaries.
The Green Moon Queen was so angry that her teeth began to dance. She angrily slapped Yakoya's face with the spine of her long sword, making a crisp sound. The fanatical Hawkkin gods and goblins around them didn't pay attention.
At this scene, it was Yakeya who screamed hysterically, causing the short people who were dancing with excitement to close their mouths and look over at the same time.
Jacques maintained the gesture of raising his hands in surrender. He looked at the Green Moon Queen with grief and anger, his eyes widened: "Queen Green Moon, I recognize you! You have become the high priest of the moon elf and the queen.
Sometimes, they came to our place to cause trouble!"
"Huh?" Queen Green Moon took a deep look at Jacques Ya, and gently moved the long sword forward in her hand. The blade was extremely sharp, and gently cut through a trace of Jacques' oily skin. Jacques felt her throat
A stinging pain came from his mouth, and he immediately smiled and raised his hands higher and higher: "Ah ha, my dear Queen of the Green Moon, your beauty is enough to make the moon in the sky feel ashamed."
Queen Green Moon snorted coldly: "The moon of this world? She has been destroyed! Do you mean that I am disfigured?"
Jacques blinked her eyes, looked up blankly at the sun-drenched sky, and then looked blankly at the Green Moon Queen and asked: "Ah? Has the moon in this world been destroyed? It seems that there is such a thing? Okay?
, this kind of thing is irrelevant, you are beautiful anyway, well, if the moon is destroyed, then your beauty can make the most powerful metal puppet we create shed tears!"
Shaking her head speechlessly, the Green Moon Queen put away her long sword. Don't expect these short green men to speak such beautiful words from their mouths. Let the metal puppets shed tears? What kind of metaphor is this?
The sword edge left his throat, and Jacques breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the ground. He quickly put down his hands, moved his sore shoulders with a frown, and then shouted: "You bastards"
, are you all dead? Why don’t you come and greet Her Majesty the Green Moon Queen! Huh? That’s not right!”