Emerald Valley is a remote place located in the southwest corner of the Pava Federation, bordering the colorful fog forest. It is a dead end alley forgotten by the world, or a self-enclosed area with very little contact with the outside world.
"Paliograd the Conqueror, Knight of Divine Blessing, Holder of the Sky-Splitting Heavy Sword."
"Ludia, great wind mage, mother of the Pava Federation."
"Bergman, the Grand Mage of the Explosion System, the holder of the Ash Summoner (one-handed staff)."
"Melsap, the Divine Knight, the Eagle Knight, the holder of the Thorn Sword."
"Commander Batiata, the blessed knight, the holder of the humpback whale mace."
A soft and soothing voice sounded in the wooden house, and a handsome man with dark gray skin, bright red pupils, and pointed ears spoke.
"If you add the three glorious knights from Vulture Castle, Iron Oak City, and Twin Nest City, as well as thousands of Pava Federation cavalry. Thinking about this scene, you can't help but shudder. I guess everyone would have thought that it was just
To hunt down a few foreigners."
"What surprises me the most is that the great swordsman Armstrong died? And he also died in Jackdaw City! Is he really as powerful as the rumors say? I have deep doubts about this."
The handsome man took an elegant sip of the wine, and then spoke again. But perhaps because the temperature was too cold, this glass of wine worth twenty gold coins was never picked up again.
The handsome man's name is Cindy, a mixed-race elf, and a two-feathered shooter. And this place called "Emerald Valley" is a gathering place for mixed-race elves.
It was a bloody and cruel time, and it was the fourth month after the outbreak of the Holy War. The pure-blood elves chose to ally with the Principality of Floy, while the dark elves chose the Principality of Cisse.
The two sides have been arguing since ancient times, and they will only give up if one side disappears completely. Every matter, every decision, every transaction. However, there is a tacit understanding between the pure-blood elves and the dark elves.
I have decided that I will never tolerate mixed-blood elves!
In the eyes of pure-blood elves, mixed-blood elves are a filthier group than the dark elves, they are the abandoned babies of the old gods, and they are the embodiment of ugliness and vulgarity.
In the hearts of dark elves, mixed-blood elves are poor elves who hope to become pure-blood elves, but are eventually abandoned. They are what the bard calls "a low-quality product", and they are a scoundrel that deserves to be cast aside.
Therefore, the two major elven groups coincided with each other and both led all mixed elves to the ancient continent, regardless of whether they were men, women, old or young, strong or sick.
As the war raged, the two elven groups, which had always regarded themselves as elegant, actually used mixed-blood elves to serve as cannon fodder, seemingly enjoying themselves so much.
No one is a fool, at least not everyone can't figure it out. But what's a better way? Going back means death, and the same goes for force.
Blood continued to gush out from her husband's chest, and eventually he was pierced by countless sharp arrows, looking like a giant hedgehog. The girl was holding a stone in her arms, which was a birthday gift from her lover, just over half a month ago, but
Now the lover has become a puddle of meat paste.
The baby's cry was so weak, and the frozen mother still maintained the posture she had held at the last second of her life, hoping to use her body to save her offspring. The old man sat calmly in the mountain of corpses and sea of blood. He was just calm.
Looking at this world that is both familiar and unfamiliar to me.
"If this continues, it will be over. Today it is those companions, but tomorrow it may be us!"
"Run? Where to run? The Elf Continent? Let's forget it. I would rather die in this strange land than go back and continue to suffer!"
"Well... this suggestion is still very good, but we are penniless, and there are experts outside monitoring us, so it doesn't seem feasible."
In the morning, I accompanied more than a thousand people, and when I returned in the evening, less than 600 were consumed. If the consumption continues at this rate, it will only be a matter of time before all the mixed-blood elves are destroyed.
Just now, the mixed-blood elves in both camps were imprisoned. This is also the reason why many mixed-blood elves plan to escape. We are all equal, and some people value every plant and tree, let alone more intelligent creatures.
Two crows floated down in the night, and the note in the small bamboo tube was exactly the same: As long as you can reach the Pava Federation alive, you will naturally have a peaceful land, Conqueror Paliograd.
Suspicion, doubt, confusion, hope, this note was passed silently, but no one said anything. The mixed-blood elves are not a traditional ethnic group, and they cannot even be called a "ethnic group". They are just poor guys.
, no one chooses what they will look like after birth, that is what parents should do.
Therefore, mixed elves have no concept of "cooperation". In the minds of most of them, only by relying on themselves can they truly regain their lives.
"Mixed-blood elves are really a pitiful group, but those who can survive in that environment are truly strong!" In a secret room in the far north of the world, the conqueror Paliograd
He said calmly, as if he was looking forward to how many mixed elves would eventually step into Eagle Claw Port.
Animal bones were ground into pointed awls, forks were stuffed into boots, and glass fragments were used as sharp blades to cut throats. Only by concentration and concentration can the bowstring be fully drawn.
The mixed elves began their escape journey, but they fought independently and went to the Pava Federation according to their own abilities. They either assassinated the guards at night and escaped, or pretended to be dead and fell to the ground after the battle the next day, or died with broken limbs or arms, or
Laughing wildly, he cast the last attack spell.
The dark elf queen was furious after hearing the news, and the pure-blood elf queen also frowned slightly. However, the two major elf groups were in the flames of the holy war, and naturally had no time to take care of the so-called "abandoned babies."
Two months later, three hundred mixed-blood elves stepped onto the land again. They saw the eagle flag flapping in the wind, and countless high-level professionals scanning their side with cold eyes.
"Two things. First, you mixed-blood elves must provide Jackdaw City with three assassins every year; second, since you are now members of the Pawa Federation, you must protect the peace of the Pawa Federation and any who disrupt the order will be punished.
Behead!"
"This is the map. You choose a leader and go there to multiply from now on."
Conqueror Paliogli looked at the ragged mixed-blood elves in front of him, and then said with a smile. These two conditions are his bottom line, and also the bottom line of the Pava Federation.
All the mixed-blood elves were stunned when they heard this, and then they all bowed to the conqueror Paliogle. They did not expect that the other party was so easy to talk to. Those two conditions seemed harsh, but in fact they seemed dispensable. There was no way out, so naturally they didn't think too much about it. In this way, the three hundred mixed-race elves finally settled in the Emerald Valley, a beautiful place comparable to the Elf Continent.
Many years later, Cindy, the two-feathered archer, took over the position of leader and represented Emerald Valley in dialogue with Jackdaw City. Today, the number of mixed-blood elves has increased from 300 to nearly 400, and more than half of them are still alive.
Become a professional.
However, Cindy became more and more worried about the future of the ethnic group, because he guessed the intentions of the conqueror Paliogli, who actually planned to return to the ancient continent.
But this decision is unacceptable to the mixed elves. They don't want to be trapped in the quagmire anymore, but they want to live peacefully in the Emerald Valley.
The secret letter in Cindy's hand was burned by the flames, and he sighed, not knowing what to do. However, he was very curious about Christine, who was also a mixed elf, curious about her experience, and curious about why she chose