"So your identity has been exposed a long time ago? But why didn't the Principality of Floy take any measures?" Boom put down the teacup and asked with a wry smile.
During this period of time, Boom, Rikka, and Christine have opened their hearts. The former two revealed the secrets of the space parchment and Rikka as ancient ferocious beasts. The latter naturally revealed more than four hundred of their own.
He told everything about what he saw and heard in Nian, and he didn't even hide the fact that he was followed in Valan City.
"Then let's go. Anyway, Rikka's plan is not to get into the Principality of Floy, even though the roses here are very beautiful." Rikka continued nonchalantly.
"It doesn't matter if you leave or stay, but I'm curious as to why your Dark Elf Queen hates you so much." Boom played with the black wooden staff and asked again.
Kristine sighed after hearing this, and then raised her hand to release the magic barrier. The magic crystal shadow lamp quietly lit up, and Kristine recounted a past incident.
The enmity between dark elves and pure-blood elves seems to have existed since the ancient magic era. The long years have not diluted this relationship, but have intensified.
Three arrows (the emblem of the pure-blood elves) and two swords (the emblem of the dark elves) are either branded on armor or embroidered in the flag. From the desolate highlands to the Sentinel Mountains, this never-ending war continues until
Today.
However, the pure-blood elves, who originally prided themselves on being arrogant, unexpectedly became allies with the trolls, and their relationship with Dragon Island became increasingly close.
But the dark elf still fought alone, relying only on an astonishing number of great magisters and ten four-winged killers to resist the "Pure Blood Elf Alliance" head-on.
The troll astrologer died tragically, the Lord of the Dragon Clan had his wings cut off, and the "World Tree", the spiritual pillar of the pure-blood elves, was almost cut in half.
However, after this war that shocked the world, the Dark Elf clan was in ruins. The Grand Magister Group was almost completely wiped out, and only two of the ten four-winged killers remained, and one of them was the Dark Elf Queen of that generation.
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"Inherit this hatred, and then try to live. One day, the dark elves will come out of the Whispering Forest and spread the flames of war to the whole world!" This is the queen's last look. It is precisely because of these words that the remaining thousands of dark elves will
The elves stood up one after another. Countless bright red pupils connected together, like waking demons.
Originally, the world thought that this war would end with the annihilation of the dark elves. But who would have thought that the "Twelve Warcraft" giant wolf Fenir would actually open his eyes.
"Reptiles, go back to your Dragon Island, or I will make you homeless!"
"Pure-blooded elves and trolls, I give you two choices, either death or a truce!"
"Dark Elf, this is my promise, but from now on, unless they attack the Illusion Forest, I will not help them again!"
After the giant wolf Fennir said this, he immediately let out a wolf howl. The wave of coercive power made all the top experts ashamed and made them lose their last vestige of fighting will.
The civil war among the elves came to an end. From then on, the dark elves retreated to the Whispering Forest and no longer actively provoked wars. The pure-blood elves, as the victors, steadily suppressed the opponent's development in the following years. p>
History may be rewritten by a powerful being, but lies will not be recorded. Time has passed, whether it is the pure-blood elves living in the Shimmering Forest or the dark elves living in the Whispering Forest, they have all set their sights on the future.
Because those are new opportunities.
As luck would have it, in this relatively peaceful era, the exchanges between the two major elven races have become more frequent. Whether it is on the Aogu continent or any other continent, businessmen only care about profits. This is true for humans, and it is also true for alien races.
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Over time, "mixed-blood elves" came into being. They are a combination of the two major elven races. They should have lived like ordinary people, but they were spurned by the two major elven races.
The pure-blood elf queen's attitude is very firm. Some mixed-blood elves are filthy and will be destroyed as soon as they are discovered. The dark elf queen treats them as slaves. The capable ones live and the incompetent ones die.
Christine is a mixed-blood elf born in the Shimmer Forest. Her parents died tragically, and she was eventually escorted to the dark elf territory by servants.
As time passed, Christine witnessed the disappearance of countless similar species with her own eyes, and because of her attainments in magic, she finally won a place in the Whispering Forest.
However, today, four hundred years later, the lover who vowed to stay together for life left her, and Christine's heart was shattered into powder.
Painful, struggling, confused, and helpless. Christine looked at the tribesmen who looked the same as hers, but there was no trace of the same kindred spirit that she had in the past. With cold eyes and disgusted eyes, Christine suddenly realized that she was
She does not belong to the Whispering Forest, or there is no place for her in the entire world.
A past story ends here, from the tundra continent, to the harbor of the Principality of Zeon, and finally to the city of Valan. Boom and Rikka were personally involved in what happened next, so there is no need for Christine to repeat it again.
"I haven't lived that long, and I've never been a talented person, so although I feel sorry for you, I can't fully understand your sentiments."
"But since we have agreed to travel the whole world together, I, Boom, will never let you get hurt again, or at least I won't sit idly by."
Boom sighed, then looked directly into Christine's bright red eyes and promised word for word. However, this atmosphere was directly destroyed by Rikka on the side, who once again took out a piece of paper from the dimensional space.
I picked up a bag of snacks and started chewing them.
"Brother, someone else has already become a great mage. It's so shameful to protect someone else."
"Okay, as the leader of the Rikka Mercenary Group, I will summarize what everyone means."
"My brother doesn't have anywhere he wants to go, and Rikka plans to go to the Whispering Forest to eat...well, walk around. As the new member, Sister Christine, it's up to you to decide the trip for the three of us!
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As Rikka spoke, she jumped onto Boom's lap. Boom smiled bitterly at first, but after thinking for a moment, he nodded and agreed to this somewhat childish decision.
The two brothers and sister looked at Christine at the same time. This peak powerhouse who had lived for more than four hundred years found that at this moment she was still nervous and there were things that she could not see directly.
"Thank you, you gave me the meaning to live. I swear on myself and the female insect that I will never betray this friendship."
"Since Rikka wants to go for a walk in the Whispering Forest, let's go. It just so happens that I haven't officially said goodbye to the Queen yet."
After Kristine said that, her whole body returned to her usual calmness. She slowly took a sip of tea, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
"If I have to take action, I may kill many of your former tribesmen."
"The giant wolf Fennir is delicious. I hope he is also in a critical period of evolution. I'm here to make the secret bug fuck. They all belong to Rikka. No one is allowed to steal them!"
Boom and Rikka's responses sounded at the same time. Christine looked at the brother and sister in front of her and felt a sense of dependence in a trance, or it would be more appropriate to call it a destination.
The magic crystal shadow lamp stayed on all night, and the conversation between the three continued until dawn. Boom and Rikka once again put on their child-mother masks, while Christine put the giant rock cradle into a storage bag.
Valan City is still noisy, the crowds of people passing back and forth are still crowded, and the cries of sellers overlap with the footsteps of the principality’s cavalry.
The three figures finally walked out of the city gate silently. One was wearing a black robe, one was holding a sugar cake in his hand, and the other was always smiling, walking at the end like a big sister.