All that comes to mind are those beautiful and elegant female elves, and of course, some of their unique characteristics - such as long ears, love of nature, living in the forest for generations, and love of peace.

The supporting characters in the novel, the heroes of the elves, are either cool with a natural bow, or holding the staff of the mysterious forest goddess.

Only those universities that have devoted themselves to the study of history know that the elves are far from that simple.

In ancient times, they used to be one of the strongest races in the Dark Continent, and their magical attainments were second only to the Heradic race, but the strength of the Heradic race was only based on their unique magical talent, and the elves were a multi-directional and powerful race, whether it was the elven mage, the elven archer, the elven druid, or the paladin, assassin, priest on the human side, in addition to the barbarians and necromancers and some special professions of other races, They are involved in almost all other professions.

It is conceivable how terrifying the power of this huge group is, once upon a time, they stood side by side with the Heradik and the human race, according to the speculation of many universities, if it was not for the elves who had no ambition at that time, then they would have already dominated the entire continent, as for why they would succumb to the forest later, there is no written record, however, this is also difficult for historians to speculate, such a big thing, why there is no written record? I am afraid that the only one who has the ability to completely destroy these written records is the Holy See, which is the most powerful in the human race at that time, so all kinds of speculations are on the table. But regardless of what is hidden in it, it is an undoubted fact that the elven clan was once the strongest clan in the continent.

Elf King City is the center of the elves of the entire first world, and there are hundreds of thousands of elves gathered here, in order to cater to the quiet habits of elves. There are a lot of elves here. But there was no crowding. This is thanks to the elven ancestors for thousands of years. The Elven King City has been unfolded into a behemoth.

Of course, such a large city is difficult to defend with the number of hundreds of thousands of earth elves, so there is a small city in a big city, and in an emergency, hundreds of thousands of elves will take refuge in this small city known as the iron wall, but is there a survival in the first world that can allow the elves to use this measure? Probably not, even this attack by millions of dwarfs. It is just for the high-level training of the elf clan, which shows that although the elf clan has declined a lot compared to tens of thousands of years ago, the emaciated camel is still bigger than the horse.

So, when the nearly two thousand adventures in charge of this support operation stepped into the Elven King City for the first time, they were deeply shocked.

Lu Gaoin was huge, and there were even more people in it than in Elven King City, but it was crowded. Located on the edge of a hot desert. Most of the houses are made of mud and stone, and they are yellow-gray tones. The sky was a fierce sun, and the ground was hot sand. Surrounded by a crowded crowd with monotonous colors in their eyes, there are not many people in this environment who are in the mood to feel the strange atmosphere of Lu Gao except for those who are new to the adventure.

Kurast is also very large, larger than the Elven King's City, but it is on a swamp, and the entire Kurast is made up of one platform after another, so it doesn't seem to be big when you face it, and the gray-black swamp everywhere also makes Kurast lose a lot of color.

The Elf King City is different, it combines the advantages of the first two, but also has a huge advantage that the two do not have, when the adventure steps into it, a breath full of vitality rushes to the face, full of green flowers, birds and insects chirping, the towering ancient trees are bright and lush, but not irregular, let the full sun shine in, groups of cute little animals together under the tree to rest and play......

What I saw in my eyes was like a forest fairyland, which made people feel like stepping into the Peach Blossom Spring, like a dream, and the adventure of this gang was immediately shocked, just like Grandma Liu entered the Grand View Garden, and her eyes began to be not enough to see.

No wonder the elven race is known as the race of art, under the cultivation of this beautiful environment, it is difficult to think of art, even the five big and three rough barbarians seem to be a little more careful and elegant, for fear of breaking this glass-like dreamscape, and the brain is even more inspired, and Coot pulled his throat on the spot.

O sea, you are all water.

O Sinking Demon, you have three legs.

Elves, what a beauty.

Then, under the collective bow and glaring of the elves on the side, Coot closed his mouth in amusement.

When I saw the structure of the Elven King City, these adventures were even more surprised, compared to these houses dotted with flowers and trees arranged like art, the phenomenon of the chaotic camping of the Rogue camp was like a garbage dump, and Lu Gaoyin was just planning the street, a little more advanced than the garbage dump, it was a garbage recycling plant, and these adventures did not know, if you flew into the air to overlook the entire royal city, you would see that these structures faintly formed a super giant magic array covering an area of hundreds of square kilometers.

However, when they approached the center of the royal city and finally saw clearly the huge "mushroom cloud" that had been appearing strongly in their sight, they were completely speechless.

This is a very big, very big, very big tree, for a while, stunned on the spot, the whole word "very big" kept coming to mind, how big it is, none of them can say, even if the person with a good brain can't immediately calculate the height of absolutely more than a thousand meters, they only know that from the edge of the canopy of this giant tree to the body of the tree like Optimus Prime, it takes dozens of minutes to walk.

It stands to reason that such a huge tree, so the place covered by it, especially the area close to the body of the tree, should be as deep as the inside, and the light is extremely dim, but these elves don't know what means they used, or the function of this magical tree itself, every leaf and branch on the tree can absorb and scatter light, looking at it from a distance. The tree is as if it was made of crystal, sparkling and beautiful.

The Crystal Tree - this is the name given to it by the elves, and it is also the equivalent of the elven flag, which is said to be the time when God created the three worlds. The first tree in the land of Zào. Of course. Whether it's or not, then you can only know by asking God and his old man.

When the adventure was shocked by the magnificence of the Crystal Tree, in the hollow of the Crystal Tree**, a small room, which was furnished with some simple flowers and plants, light and elegant, just like the personality of the elves, several elegant tables and chairs were placed in it, and there seemed to be a back room inside.

This is usually so much that it can no longer be made into the ground house of natural tree **. At this time there were two people, an elven old man who looked to be fifty or sixty years old, and her face still had the beautiful traces of her youth, she was lying on a chair, her eyes closed, her face was serene, and the natural aura emanating from her gave people the impression that she had completely integrated into the grass and trees in the room, as if they were beams and pillars. It is an indispensable storage zài inside. Once pumped out, the house loses its shelves. The essence is gone.

However, when she slowly opened her eyes. She became the sun and the lord of the house, and no one could ignore her existence, and in her weathered eyes there was a wisdom that was not as old as she appeared to be, and if she had seen those old monsters who had lived for more than a thousand years, such as dragons, she would have appeared, and this kind of eyes were the wisdom that had been precipitated for thousands of years of accumulation, as if the eyes of truth had come out, standing in front of her, like a young and ignorant child facing an old man who had experienced vicissitudes. There is a feeling of being hidden.

The other person, however, was Elder Lyman, who looked to be more than a dozen years older than the strange elven old man sitting in the chair, but at this time he stood respectfully in front of her, facing the other man's gaze, his face full of reverence.

She is a transcendent Being, like the Crystal Tree, the same as the Crystal Tree, and the Crystal Tree, the spiritual symbol of the entire Elf Race, and the Great Elder of the Elf Race of this generation, Yalandran, is a Survival Zài who has lived for thousands of years, and like Akara, the power she represents is foreknowledge and wisdom.

"Little Akara has really found good talent."

Yalandran slowly opened her eyes, her deep gaze seemed to be able to suck away even the soul, and she was quiet for a while before she said lightly in a gentle and gentle, but unquestionable tone, if the adventures of the alliance heard her, I am afraid that they would be startled, "Little Akara"? The supreme power of the First World Alliance, all the old people who are adventurous and awe-inspiring, are actually called "little Akara" by the other party, in fact, Akara was indeed guided by Yalandran when he was young, and in front of her, Akara also has to respectfully call a teacher, this "little" word, called it well-deserved.

"Are we really going to do this? Although his personality seems to be loose, he is a stubborn person, I'm afraid ......" Elder Lyman, who was standing on the side, couldn't help but sigh.

"It's all done, what's the use of talking about this......" Jalanderan narrowed his eyes slightly.

"This is also a last resort, and we don't have much time left."

"Yes."

Although I don't know what exactly "time is not much" means, as an epic prophecy, Yalandran doesn't say much, but it is definitely like an oracle in the elven race, and no one will question it.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes again, and her light expression, which seemed to have remained unchanged for thousands of years, couldn't help but reveal a warm and doting smile.

"Artoria is here." She spoke lightly, relieved Lyman's confusion, and stopped talking.

About the time of a cup of tea, there was a sudden rhythmic steady footsteps outside the door, accompanied by the crisp sound of metal, from the rhythm without a trace of deviation, it can be heard that he must be a meticulous person in character, before the person arrived, the voice has already given people a peculiar oppressive force.

After a while, Artoria, who was in Jalanderan's mouth, stepped into the door under the gaze of two people, and in an instant, the room that was originally centered on Jalanderan seemed to have a second sun in an instant.

The smooth lines of silver-white armor are wrapped in a petite and straight figure in the future, this is an equipment pattern that has never been seen in the Dark Continent, it does not belong to any kind of armor that adventures know, a delicate breastplate made of silver-white metal with a soft luster, tightly wrapping her upper body, carved with simple lines and patterns, looking neat and mysterious. The lower body is a blue ground battle skirt, protected by layers of heavy silver-white metal on both sides, which can effectively prevent the enemy's lower body from chopping, and the upper arms of the two arms expose the cuffs of the blue ground jacket, and from the elbow down. It was covered with a seemingly heavy silver-white glove. Even five fingers were tightly wrapped. The silver-white hand guards, the silver-white breastplate, and the silver-white side guards on both sides of the blue battle skirt all seemed to be made of the same metal, all in one, and a wide blue cloak was spread behind him, coupled with the one-handed heavy sword hanging from the waist that occasionally appeared from the cloak, this simple and beautiful outfit alone revealed a heavy sense of oppression that made people breathless.

However. She does not have the wisdom and insight that Yalanderan has lived for thousands of years, and she does not have the oppression of Yalanderan's mysterious prophetic power, but she can exude a brilliance that is not inferior to the other party, because she has a temperament that is so strong that people can't breathe, a temperament called "king", and what comes out of her body is like the sun. It represents lofty ideals. Firm will, unyielding determination temperament. Unswayed by external objects, no one can stop his steps and determination. No one can resist his own will, a strong momentum, so dazzling, that is the supreme shining point of soul and will, in the presence of such a person, without the same level of spiritual power, only surrender or self-ashamed heart.

This kind of person is born to be a king, and she, Artoria, is the youngest queen of the entire elven race.

"Her Majesty, well."

Every time he saw Artoria, Lyman would have a sigh of fate, why are the same people born so different, some people are born to be kings, and some people can only become ordinary members no matter how hard they work, he bent down lightly and bowed, his respect for this young queen is not much less than that of the Grand Elder of Jalandran, because she is a person who has created a miracle, and she is the destined king of the entire elven race.

"Elder Ryman, be well."

Artoria also bowed slowly, her voice was younger and clearer than that of Arlanderan, but it was just as firm and calm, with a strong self-confidence, giving people a strange charm of a promise.

"Artoria, did you really decide that?" Yalandran, who had been looking at the girl kindly, suddenly spoke.

"Yes, Great Elder, this is the best way."

Artoria turned her head and replied firmly, standing in the doorway, her face hidden in shadows, and only the dazzling golden head, which she had tied in braids and coiled around her forehead, was wearing a sapphire crown that symbolized the queen, which was even more noble, and her unquestionable determination could be clearly felt in the rounded and resolute outline outlined by it.

"Even if it's for the sake of the entire elf clan, it's too wronged for you."

Arlandran, who has always been gold in the elves, seems to be quite helpless about Artoria's character, and once she thinks it is something beneficial to the elves, she can't say anything about it.

"Since the moment I held this sword, there was no such person as Artoria in the world, I am the king of the elves, and I exist for the elven race."

With a faint tone, as if telling a very ordinary thing, the girl gently stroked the delicate one-handed heavy sword on her waist that faintly revealed extraordinary momentum, the silver-white full-body armor, the sapphire crown, and the cold and majestic reflection of her soft body curves and facial contours.

"Okay, since you said so, I won't stop you, but when the time comes, with your status and popularity in the clan, I'm afraid it will cause the opposite effect."

"Please rest assured, Great Elder, I will take care of it."

Artoria nodded cautiously, not showing the slightest smugness in the praise that filled Alanderan's words, as if she was answering something that had nothing to do with her.

Lyman listened in a fog, not knowing what the Great Elder and the Queen, the two supreme elves were thinking.

"It's just that I don't agree with what you've decided."

After a pause, Artoria suddenly spoke, with a stern expression of matter-of-fact, as if she didn't give Yalandran any face.

"It's not my decision alone, what? Already worried about him? ”

Arlandran seemed to have expected her to say this, and her tone couldn't help but bring a hint of a mocking smile, if the other elves heard it, they would probably scare the minibus, and the Great Elder, who has always been high and taciturn, would even open his mouth to tease others, which is also a treatment that only Artoria, a king who has all the lights in one, can enjoy.

"Yes, if it fails, it will be a heavy blow to the easing of relations between elves and humans."

Artoria didn't care about Arlandran's teasing, she walked a few steps, came to the window, raised her head and looked into the distance, the light from the crystal tree illuminated a small side of her face, and from the light reflected a resolute brow, and the pupil below that was more beautiful than an emerald, which was revealing endless solemnity and majesty.

"I don't agree, put my hope on a few people."

"Artoria, you're wrong."

Hearing Artoria's words, Arlandran smiled and shook his head.

"Perhaps, as a king, you have such an idea, it's not wrong, but throughout the entire dark history, in fact, it is only a few people who created it, and the people created it, this sentence can only be put in the king's mouth, but in his heart, he must know that there is no shortage of people in this world, and what is lacking is always the hero who turns the situation around."

"Artoria is taught." After listening to Jalanderan's words, Artoria did not frown resolutely, and after a while, she stretched out and gently bowed to Jalanderan, as a king, it is important to have firm beliefs, but sometimes you must accept correct knowledge and change your wrong perception, which is the fundamental difference between a king and a tyrant.

"It seems like it's about to start, let's see how much hope that young man can bring us." Jalandran closed his eyes, and after a while, he suddenly opened them, and said with a gentle smile.

No one doubted her prophecy, and Artoria and Lyman followed Arlandran's gaze in the unknown direction.

Recently, someone has been saying that stallions and stallions are something.,You're very annoying.,I said that the female characters that will appear in the future are all supporting roles.,It's for the sake of the plot.,Just like Tia.,Spend a few chapters describing it.,Pave the way for the later plot.,The little fox is also to lead out the orc family.,Don't always force me to spoil the drama and make me angry, okay?

PS: Based on Artoria in FATE, if there is no accident, it will be the last female partner, and finally debuted, saying that her image is too difficult to describe, this chapter took me 6 or 7 hours of effort, only 5000 words, I feel that it was not well written, this is a tragedy made by the third rate.

PS2: It's a new week, and it's for counting tickets.