Ultimate Weapon of Magic and Science

When Emir Friedricia was still running with a runny nose, the village was in the remote southern forest. There is a pleasant climate, a variety of wild vegetables and fruits, and the forest can often catch delicious small animals. The most important thing is that the land is fertile and easy to cultivate. As long as there is no natural disaster, careful farming can always yield a good year.

　　The scene at that time emerged in his thoughts, and Emile felt that heaven was probably like that.

　　Heaven is illusory. The peaceful days and daily happiness are just mirages built on the sand. If you don’t pay attention, the hammer of destruction will be smashed down.

　　 That day was the eve of the harvest festival. The adults and children changed into new clothes. The old elves looked at the one-year harvest and laughed. The young elves expected to find the ideal dance partner. The children cheered for the fun.

The human army rushed into the village without warning, the demon in armor and sword sharply poured in from outside, the flame swept through the village, and the shadows of panic movements were everywhere, screaming, yelling, Roaring, and lewd laughter.

　　 The young elf who rebelled with unaccustomed weapons was cut to the first level;

　　The crying female who was crushed on the ground by the soldiers was pierced into the chest;

　　 stumbled up his cane and tried to drive the soldier away, the old man was split in half;

　　Crying and crying, the children of parents who wanted to wake up without any response were crossed by the sword with their swords;

　　The baby who knew nothing in his mother’s arms but was crying blankly was pierced with a spear through his abdomen, and was raised up in the devil’s coquettish laughter;

　　From the cave where he was hiding, from the gap in his mother's trembling arm. The [hell] that used to be their home and their village was imprinted on Emile’s retina and imprinted in his soul.

The scroll of **** dragged the entire village and the victim’s corpse together and was engulfed by the fire. Everything was turned to ashes. The wheat field outside the village would be golden waves when it was touched by the wind. Only the flat straw left in the soil , The bare field reveals endless desolation.

　　 This is the first experience of Emile’s unfortunate fatalism about his race. The smell of rust fills the nose, and his body shakes like a sifting bran [first time], but never [last time].

　　 The surviving tribe embarked on a journey away from their hometown, looking for new wasteland, and started to cultivate. But whenever their days started to get better, the human army appeared like a dangerous species of carrion, the tribes were slaughtered again, the harvest and land were looted again, and after losing their residence, they began to migrate again to find new land. At the same time, a new round of vicious circle has started.

　　 In the end, less than a hundred tribes, including the middle-aged Amir, moved into the Nifurheim Valley, where the human army was less willing to approach, and the tragic cycle seemed to finally come to an end.

　　The elves in the village really settled in the valley and found that the situation had not changed at all. The days in the valley were called [life] so reluctantly, and it was more appropriate to say that it was [Guoyan residual gasping].

　　The Nifelheim Valley, which has been shrouded in dense fog for many years, has less light than the outside world, and the land is only barren than the desert. In the few years since the beginning of the reclamation, because of the pitiful harvest, there have even been tragic deaths and starvation of some people. The older generation who had survived that year had witnessed the tragic situation that their companions walking on the road could not climb again after a fall, and the footage also became one of the memory scenes that Emile could not forget.

In addition to the hard-to-till land, there are a large number of dangerous species wandering deep in the valley, sometimes even attacking the village. Cultivated land must also be released by a team of more than 5 adult elves, and entering and leaving the valley alone is a dangerous behavior strictly prohibited.

　　 Extremely bad moor land was just pushed through by them, and lived here until now.

　　 can achieve this kind of miracle, the elves admit only two reasons:

　　The goddess Mafa still has a little care for their suffering race;

　　 It’s not forever that everybody will lie dormant in this valley, one day they will leave here to calculate old accounts;

　　 Elves live longer than humans and orcs, and their memory is much better than the two barbarians who are brutal and cruel in their eyes.

　　Why did it fall into the tragic situation in front of you, what **** caused the scene of the scene?

　　——The elves know very well that the [good things] done by the two barbarians are so deep that they are hard to forget for generations of elves.

　　The cumulative persecution and slaughter for more than a thousand years have created the same weight and even heavier resentment. Right now the elves just let anger and resentment accumulate in their hearts, and one day they will erupt like volcanoes, at that time the humiliation persecuted on them will be returned to their enemies thousands of times.

　　 Therefore, neither the elder patriarch Emir or the senses of other elves can have a good impression of [human beings].

When Bren Hill appeared on the piece of cloth passed back by the trained falcon-with the help of a [queer teenager], he successfully got rid of the hunt and was ready to bring this [knowledgeer] back to the valley to help open the gold mine ——When this kind of content, the old man's face suddenly turned scary flush.

　　 is not excited because of joy, but blood pressure soaring because of extreme anger.

　　The long list of human crimes in the heart of the old patriarch also added a new name at the same time-

　　 abducted his granddaughter, whom he loves the most, the most beautiful and lovely in the whole village, calm and generous, clever and brave, free and easy... ! ! ! !

　　Even if the letter says that learning is beside the kid, things happen that way, first of all like-minded interests and goodwill, then into mutual respect and friendship, and finally into inseparable love...

The thoughts of a bad human embryo with a pus all over the body are nothing more than the beauty of Brenhill and the gold mines in the valley. I don’t know what human dross who has never seen the face said to Brenhill, not to mention what was used. Dirty fraud. As long as the old Emile is still alive, the scumbag will not succeed.

　　 Want to take Little Brunhill away from Grandpa? Don't even think about that guy!

The thought beyond anger and delusion (?) turned into firm conviction. The old patriarch made up his mind that he would never let his granddaughter take a step out of the house after his granddaughter came back. Teacher... Only dead humans are good humans.

　　 The elder patriarch who was messed up by the unexpected situation ignored a detail, and Brenhill did not explain the racial composition of the teenager in the letter.

The plan of the Emir patriarch is based on the fact that the other party is human (orcs, dwarves, and gnomes are automatically ignored by his critical aesthetic concept). In case the other party is not a backup plan for humans, there is no one. The situation, the calculation of the patriarch is difficult to establish.

When Brunnhill sat on the back of the black dragon and landed on the open space in the center of the village, the villagers burst into cheers enough to overturn the house after a brief loss of voice. Several young people in the left village greeted the outsiders. horn. Everyone squatted on the ground with their wings folded, and the black dragon formed a circle. If it was not for the fear of the dragon, everyone would rush up and hug the live legendary girl in front of him.

　　Emile looked at the majestic granddaughter on the dragon's back. It was unbelievable and shocking to hide. The elderly elf had a lower limit to this [sudden happiness].

　　 Solve all problems. Wise dragons-in this excellent [ancient species], [sacred existence] is extremely rare now, it is no exaggeration to comprehend the great significance of being able to bring a dragon to the village.

　　 Dragon's power, dragon's wealth, and even the wisdom of the dragon are as good as the dawn of hope in desperate villages. The most important thing is-despite the huge size of the black dragon, in fact, in the long life cycle of the dragon race, it is still in its infancy. Don't worry about what happened with your baby granddaughter across the race! !

　　 The old patriarch's idea has some truth, but it is not completely correct. The super-expansion across race, skin color, culture, language and even gender still exists, and the taboo love **** horse across ages has not never existed.

　　 The joyful old Emile did not realize that there was a subtle deviation in the focus of his concern, and with a look of praise and pride, Brenhill, who jumped off the dragon's back, intended to praise a few words, UU reading www.uukanshu. The low-pitched words of com made all the words of praise that had been prepared condense in the throat, and the expression of kindness was instantly frozen, and then fell to the ground.

　　 "Miss Brenhill, please move faster, the adult should have been waiting outside the valley."

　　 Pure-blooded dragons can understand the language of other races. It is not a fuss to speak the language of elves, not to mention such a huge response to the rich and experienced Emir.

　　 The problem is that this dragon is not the one mentioned in the Brunnhill letter [he]! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

The terrible prospect that was a hundred times more than before suddenly overwhelmed the old patriarch. The expected [he] is just a shameless human who is good at flipping his lips. The result is that although he is a black dragon, he has not yet met. [He] sent his granddaughter home Luxury transportation! Is the world swollen anymore! ! ! ! !

　　 The old elf could not accept the sight and information in front of him was real, he hoped that these were nothing but absurd nightmares. In a few moments he would open his eyes and sit up from the bed in sweat, and the granddaughter Brenhill sat by the bed and told him that he had only had a nightmare.

A man who controlled the Black Dragon as a subordinate human abducted his granddaughter. His old fellow was even deprived of the power to prevent this kind of horror from unwittingly. What cruel joke was made by the goddess Mafa and him. ! ! ! !

　　 The patriarch who had experienced the big winds and waves missed for a moment, and he seriously questioned Brenhill who rushed to his side:

　　 "What the **** is going on?"

　　 reluctantly restrained the excitement of millions of alpacas in Mercedes-Benz, and reluctantly intercepted the **** words like [damn] and [XXX], waiting for Brunnhill's reply.