Ride and Cut

"Ignorant humans, all of us forest elves have united to build a kingdom." Buttercup Xiaosheng crossed his arms and snorted coldly at the elf maids, "Since they are all relics from the old country, you should also quickly inform the mistress to move to the Hengduan Forest instead of continuing to mix with humans shamelessly!"

With the lord here, the little peppers of the Alpine Fort were not polite at all, and they all chirped back.

The voice of the prairie elf is more mellow than that of an oriole, and even when it scolds people, it sounds like singing, and the strands of it go straight into the ears and scratch the heart.

Of course they don't use dirty words when they swear, but it's really hurtful. Compare each other to a goblin in the wilderness, a rat in the gutter, or a dusty sparrow.

Li Cha happily looked at the elf prince jumping out of this poor mountain valley, his face turned from white to red, and the pimples on his forehead became more and more shiny.

This guy is also talking nonsense with his eyes open and fooling others as fools.

In the kingdom jointly established by the forest elves, the power structure must also be established by the forest elves, which is not the same thing as the ancient elf empire. If any other elves go with the idea of ​​restoring the glory of their homeland, they will find themselves only second-class citizens.

The relics of the same country belong to the relics of the same country, but in the life-and-death matter of fighting for power, even the relatively weak-natured elves cannot be exempt.

If the prairie elves might have ventured there when they were poor and poor before, but now that they are living so comfortably in the Alpine Fort, how could they be willing to abandon everything to live under others.

"Degenerate yourself! Degenerate yourself!" The little white face was so angry that his lips were trembling, "You are not worthy of being pure-blooded elves, you are as low as half-elves! No wonder you hang out with lowly half-elves!"

The smile on Li Cha's face slowly disappeared, and he felt Annie's shoulders shaking violently.

If a race has the longest lifespan, the most glorious history, the most beautiful face, and the most outstanding elemental talent among all intelligent races in Pangea, it is unique in painting, architecture, sculpture, etc., and is still highly sought after today.

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

And elves are just such a race.

Therefore, in the eyes of the elves, the mixed descendants born from the union with other races are naturally extremely embarrassing.

Tribes in a difficult situation like the prairie elves are better off. After all, they have suffered beatings in life, and even the continuation is difficult. They can't pay too much attention, and they are more tolerant and tolerant towards half-elves.

Even so, Anne once half-jokingly said that her ears are really bad. It would be great if it could be a little more slender like a pure blood elf, or it would be completely human's round ears.

God is so pitiful, the lord has never paid attention to such a trivial issue.

And according to a philosopher, there is an element of seriousness in any jest. This clearly means that even Anne herself is somewhat sensitive to the status of a half-elf.

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

"Don't cry." Li Cha gently pinched Annie's nose.

"Why... why do you call half-elves mean?" Annie raised her head, her eyes were swollen like peaches.

"In our elf kingdom, half-elves are only worthy of being coolies. Your presence in this world is a disgrace to the elves."

"You should be thankful that it is now during the coronation ceremony." The lord's face was unusually calm, as if it was the last moment before the storm, "so I just knocked off your two legs as a punishment."

"Haha, it's up to you?" The little white-faced elf prince sneered disdainfully.

The sound of footsteps came from far and near.

"This way." Vera led the way.

She was there when she was shopping before. As a human being, she did not receive the attention of the forest elves, so she sneaked away to rescue soldiers.

Dracula took at least forty or fifty soldiers with him, and each of them held a beech stick with a thick wrist and gave off a murderous look. Their violent characteristics were so obvious that Magistrate Friedrich followed them all the way but did not dare to stop them, and was so anxious that he almost hanged himself.

The forest elves were not idle either, and a large group of sharp-eared rangers also came upon hearing the news.

This time, the leader of the team is a handsome elf guy with a cold heart, with a not so obvious cross-shaped scar on his cheek, it is unknown which opponent gave him a medal.

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

"Your Majesty." Dracula was dressed in a pitch-black dress that was impeccable, except for his blond hair that shone brightly in the sun, sickly and handsome.

Li Cha hit a torreya and raised two fingers, "Two legs, give him a little memory."

"Just because of this tuberculosis?" Buttercup Xiaosheng seemed to hear some big joke, "Dominique, teach him a lesson he will never forget."

Before the cool elf guy had time to speak, Dracula had already rushed forward on tiptoe.

"Under Dracula."

The jet-black liquid gushes out from the ring continuously, winding, flowing, shaping, combining and interweaving on the body. The whole set of spiked and ferocious armor is slowly closed until even the face is completely covered.

At the same time, a source blood sword was formed inch by inch in the palm of his hand, shining like a metallic luster.

He could be regarded as a swordsman in heavy armor, but his footsteps were as light as a cat's, and he didn't even make a sound when he stepped on the stone slab.

"Under Dominic."

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

The level itself is quite good, and the sword in his hand is really a treasure. The spine of the sword is inlaid with a row of fine crimson crystals, and a slight wave of it leaves a pink light band in the air, which lasts for a long time, like a dream.

The lord's eyes are very vicious, and he can tell at a glance that this is the Aphisto red lotus crystal, one of the most cherished magic gems. It can effectively improve the purity of fire fighting energy, and this sword is enough for middle-level swordsmen to beat naked high-level swordsmen.

Dracula swung his sword, double-edged.

The Origin Blood Sword in his hand instantly shattered into dozens of pieces, turning into a long whip and throwing it horizontally!

Relying on the free control of Source Blood, Dracula's play style can be very varied. It is easy to suffer a dull loss if he is unprepared for the first time, but Dominic's response is very exciting.

His waist was folded back like a noodle to avoid the long whip, and then he jumped up suddenly, his movements were more sensitive than a dancer. The sharpest part of the stabbing sword ignited a bit of grudge, but it was the size of a grain of wheat, and it was blazing and dazzling, piercing straight into the opponent's chest.

Obviously, he is determined to win this sword. For the sake of avoiding trouble, actively avoid the potentially fatal left chest and aim for the right chest instead.