"Gentlemen!!!!!!!"

Roaring and roaring were not enough to describe this soul-shaking storm, and the dark fog of thought was blown to pieces.

Li Lin, who had always appeared before the elves and humans in the form of a gentle polymath, a deceitful strategist, a shrewd planner, and a temperator who used his power rationally, took off his smile, and his solemn face revealed his unshakable and powerful self-confidence.

"May I ask if the Mother Goddess left behind the sacred words of [humans and orcs can plunder at will, kill at will, and destroy elves at will] after creating the world? ”

All the elves listened silently, their palms clenched into fists, clenched hard.

"Everyone knows very well that there has never been such a ridiculous and shameless text and phrase in the world. So I ask you: What power do humans have to ruin the lives that have improved so hard, because they have a sword in their hands, because they have a magic wand in their hands? So we can only be slaughtered, and we have to endure humiliation, and we must retreat, push, and hide, all the way to the corners of the Nielheim Valley?"

This is the truth, and this is the basic rule of the world's [the law of the jungle]. However, the [feelings] and [morals] held by the wise species cannot accept the logic of nature's inkindness and kindness to anyone, and the rebellion against the state of the world and the oppression of human beings is rapidly expanding and heating up in their hearts.

"No! Nothing! Though Wilt is vast, there is nothing left to back down from after Niflheim! Not an inch of land, not a drop of water will be given to this group of robbers!! If these cruel cowards dare to set foot on the land of Niforheim, they will be greeted only with bows and arrows, sharp blades, traps, mines, and explosives! And a free grave! Even if the Mother Goddess is there, she will not want us to forgive these bastards!!

"Oh !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!la

The huge waves crashed against the reef with a loud sound into the sky, and the ground was stomped and trembling by the high-frequency and intensive impact. The elves of the Nielfhelm Valley were only a few hundred in a village, but in this ensemble of old men, children, and young adults, all absent, with their heads held high, the elves of the Nielhelm Valley showed their full strength.

The elves may have a lot of shortcomings, but they obviously don't include cowardice.

"Gentlemen!!!"

Li Lin raised his hands as if to pull the sky in front of him, and the stern sù on his face turned into piety, and he tried his best to restrain the elves from staring at the movements like prayers, waiting, longing.

"Motherland (Vaterland) !!!!!!!!!"

Words that transcend reality and time are lifted on the tongue of the teenager.

Just like that, young elves like Brunhill felt a certain pleasure running through their backs, resonant thoughts slowly spreading like ripples, and irrepressible boiling blood and heart agitation turned into passionate echoes and blurted out.

"Motherland!"

"Motherland!" "Motherland!"

"Motherland!" "Motherland!" "Motherland!"

A single word is no longer just a codename.

A will condensed in one direction, a melody boiling to the core of the vortex of thought.

"Motherland!", "Motherland!", "Motherland!", "Motherland!", "Motherland!", "Motherland Motherland!"Motherland!"Motherland!"Motherland!"Motherland!"Motherland!"Motherland!"Motherland!"Motherland!""Motherland!""Motherland!"Motherland!"Motherland!"Motherland!"

In an instant, it was condensed in one place, and in an instant, it was resonated with the consciousness that was magnified to the maximum.

Weapons of all kinds were held high and pointed to the sky, words that were more memorable to the elves than the prayers of early rising, bedtime, and meals were repeated, and tears of joy flowed from the faces of men, women, and children.

This is prayer;

This is praise;

This is a compliment;

This is also the spiritual pillar of faith that is born of despair, decadence, and hatred, and transcends the spiritual pillar of faith.

Neither aging nor age, even the chasm between generations, can erase the memory scorch in the elves' minds. The seeds of the idea of restoration have long been planted, and at this moment they are only swallowing out their tender sprouts.

What kind of fruit will this still fragile seedling bear in the end?

It could be chauvinism, ultra-nationalism, social Darwinism, militarism, imperialism......

Or humanism, liberalism, socialism, proletarianism, anarchism......

I'm afraid only Li Lin, who faithfully plays the role required by the script, knows best.

-- 1. Qiē must meet the needs of the plan.

The only central character, his outside mind, which is quietly admired away from the stage lights, mutters words that are too clear to be expressed, but the meaning is completely unclear.

Words that are lifeless and deprived of warmth are like non-living creeps.

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The heat of the day did not seem to dissipate with the darkness of the moon leading the stars to dominate the sky, and the traces of euphoria remained in the body.

Brunhill didn't hate the high-pitched feeling of being slightly hot, she felt full of energy, desperate to take on important tasks and complete them beautifully with her own wisdom and strength.

"What if...... Can I get the task from that guy myself......"

[How nice that would be!]

The feeling of sighing sounded in the heart of the fawn, and the previous sentence was whispered again in his mouth. The girl's elusive shyness lingered for less than a second, returning to her energetic warrior form before the rest of the participants realized something.

Important decision-making meetings are now being prepared, and there should be no room for indulgence to interfere with the sacred process.

The elven girl cautioned herself, restrained her overactive mind, and quickly smoothed the throbbing emotions in her chest, and filled her face with solemnity like the rest of the participants.

It is said to be a conference room, but in fact, it is just that after the old house of the original village chief was emptied, it was re-cleaned and painted, a long table and a few chairs were moved, plus some map texts, and finally a few tea sets and other auxiliary living decorations were added. It can only be regarded as a house with the basic function of a conference, and the first impression to visitors seems to be "simple and shabby".

- Words such as "solemn" and "sacred" are too extravagant and exaggerated to be used here.

The young elves who had experienced the impassioned daytime would not have thought so, and after the cry from the bottom of their hearts, the sharp-eared wisdom of the world's outcasts deeply realized that the time had come to awaken. At this moment, the thousand-year-long struggle has seen a glimmer of light with the arrival of that nobleman. The possibility of subverting the human-orc world hegemony system has finally emerged.

-- The King, who awakened many souls with his ability and power beyond common sense and imagination, and called on the outcasts (elves) to fight against fate and declare war on the injustice of the world, has descended here.

His name is Siegfried Otto Lilin.

A mysterious teenager with black hair and red eyes.

For the youthful and restless generation, as long as the king sits here, no matter how simple, this place is a temple.

Freya agrees, but it is not her style to repress her nature.

Dangling his legs bobbing boringly, one hand supporting his cheeks, and the other hand using his index finger to draw boring circles along the rim of the cup. ...,

The unruly behavior naturally embarrassed the grandfather, and the old patriarch, who lacked enough authority over the naughty and willful little granddaughter, had to cough quietly to remind Freya to pay attention and restrain her manners, but unfortunately the effect obviously did not appear.

Reversing one's personality is never easy, especially for children who are used to it.

Neither the verbal persuasion nor the whip full of love and discipline can guarantee that the top students will be able to be trained with excellent academic evaluation, let alone a few coughs?

Tyr and Thor quickly exchanged glances, and the discord between the grandparents and grandchildren automatically filtered out of view. Boys have little interest in other people's housework, and getting involved in it can lead to trouble. Like the elders who have a lot of life experience, ignore the troubles that don't concern you, and focus on the topics of the meeting that make their blood boil.

-- War.

It can only be war, and only a long experience of war can turn the once generous and gentle elves into the warlike race they are today, and even affect their life cycle - a long puberty in order to adapt to the harsh environment, the constant migration, and the constant fighting. The development process of about 1~16 years old is almost the same as that of humans, and then until about 200 years old, the appearance and posture will hardly change, and then they begin to age like humans.

Revenge, revenge - there are few other things that can arouse the interest of the elves, and the deep-seated obsession urges this race to adapt to fighting, and now Li Lin will teach them to learn to enjoy the thrill of blood, and will eventually lead them to become excellent killing machines.

Stepping into the conference room, looking at the stern faces and pointed ears trembling with excitement, Li Lin confirmed the results of the evolution of the situation.

Not very satisfied.

This outcome is biased from his expectations.

Warlikeness, bravery, and simplicity -- these are undoubtedly the things that a good soldier should have, but what Li Lin wanted was not a bunch of simple-minded soldiers. To be honest, as long as you have enough gold, you can easily recruit a qualified murderer. With a little training and well-equipped weapons, he is a mercenary who has officially completed his transfer, and the source of mercenaries is roughly the same, but it doesn't mean much to Li Lin.

Professional soldiers, a little more specifically. It is an officer talent reserved for the future expansion of the army.

The elves are still far from it.

"Gentlemen. ”

Without the process of standing up, saluting, returning the salute, and sitting down, the so-called etiquette of superiors and subordinates in the army is still a matter of no shadow, and Li Lin has no intention of taking the time to correct minor problems now.

"Everyone already knows that the Count of Argentolaton is preparing to attack. The question before us is, "How to meet it". ”

A confident smile and a strong charm that runs through the tone. The atmosphere in the room, which was already a little overheated, immediately came alive.

"Give the enemy a moment before they break into the valley. ”

"Teach these mongrels a lesson with mines. ”

"Raid their camp at night. ”

"Constantly harassing them and forcing humanity to withdraw. ”

Ideas that are enthusiastic and have a certain degree of visibility are thrown into the conference room in the chaos of gossip.

But none of them are very detailed, and the actual operability is very low. Putting it in front of professionals is a pure joke, a rag.

"Quiet, gentlemen, quiet. ”

With a wave of his hand, the noisy young elves stopped their various tactics that were difficult to execute and coordinate, and the lesson of war began.

"It's great that everyone is scrappy and ready to kick the bad guys in the ass. ”

The witty opening remarks caused everyone to laugh for a while, only the old patriarch looked at the happy participants without saying a word, and finally quietly scolded Li Lin, who was irresponsible and led the bad boys to mess around.

"But...... I would like to ask you, are we ready?"...,

“......”

The hustle and bustle was shattered by the merciless interrogation, and the elves in the room knew the answer.

――Not ready.

Both the number of new weapons and the elves' familiarity with the new toys were far from being able to overwhelm the Earl's army.

Most of the elves still use hunting knives and short bows, and know almost nothing about the planting, hanging, and camouflage of mines. I don't know how to fiddle with the conscience cannon.

The elven forces of Niflheim were not prepared to fight the armed forces of a human local government, and bringing the elves into battle in their current state would only suffer a devastating defeat.

"But ......"

"No, but. ”

The retort that Thor wanted to save some face was unceremoniously interrupted, and the cold and arbitrary gaze made the big elf honestly continue to rest his ass on the stool.

"I am well aware of your courage and determination to be the enemy of humanity, and I am proud of it. But determination and courage must not be confused with reality. Let the unprepared young man go to the battlefield at a loss, not knowing what to do, and finally lose his life in vain - that is the most terrible and shameful crime of the commander, and the life of Huo's soldiers is squandered for the sake of superficial vanity. ”

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