When Emir Friedricia was a runny little devil, the village was in the far south of the forest. The climate is pleasant, and a variety of wild vegetables and fruits are abundant, and delicious small animals can often be caught in the forest. The most important thing is that the land is fertile and easy to cultivate. As long as there are no natural disasters, careful management of farmland can always yield a good harvest in a year.

Thinking back to the scene, the Emir thought that heaven might be like that.

Heaven is illusory, and the peaceful days and daily happiness are only a mirage built on the sand, and if you don't pay attention to it, the hammer that destroys Miè has already been smashed.

It was the eve of the harvest festival, the adults and children changed into new clothes, the old elves smiled as they watched the year's harvest, the young elves hoped to find their ideal dance partners, and the children cheered for the excitement.

Without warning, the human army rushed into the village, and demons in armor and swords poured in from outside, and the flames swept through the village, and all around it were filled with panicked moving shadows, screams, curses, roars, and obscene laughter.

The young elves who grabbed unaccustomed weapons and resisted were decapitated;

Heart-rending crying women pinned to the ground by the soldiers were pierced in the chest;

The old man, who staggered with his cane and tried to drive the soldiers away, was split in half;

The child, crying and trying to shake his parents awake without any reaction, was pierced through the throat with a sharp sword;

The baby, who knew nothing in its mother's arms and was only crying dazedly, was pierced through the abdomen with a spear and raised high in the midst of demonic laughter;

From the cave where he was hiding, from the cracks in his mother's trembling arms. The Hell that was once their home, their village, was imprinted on the retina of the emir and imprinted on his soul.

In the end, the hell scroll dragged the entire village and the corpses of the victims into flames, and all the qiē was reduced to ashes, and the wheat fields outside the village that would have been caressed by the wind would have been filled with golden waves were only left with flat straw left in the soil, and the bare fields were indescribably desolate.

This was the first experience of the emir's unfortunate fate for his own race, the smell of rust filling his nostrils and his body shaking like chaff for the first time, but not for the last.

The surviving tribesmen embark on a journey away from their homeland in search of new wasteland and work with their own hands to reclaim the land. But every time their days began to improve, the human army appeared like a dangerous species of carrion, and the people were slaughtered again, the harvest and land were plundered again, and after losing their homes, they began to migrate again in search of new land, and a new vicious cycle began.

Eventually, less than a hundred tribes, including the middle-aged Emir, moved into the Niflheim Valley, a region that the human army was reluctant to approach, and the cycle of sorrow seemed to be finally over.

After the elves in the village really settled down in the valley, they found that the situation had not changed at all, and the days in the valley were so reluctant to call [life], and it would be more appropriate to say that they would "linger".

The Niflheim Valley, which has been shrouded in fog for many years, has little sunlight and is only a little better barren than the desert. In the first few years of reclamation, because the harvest was so small, there were even tragic incidents of people dying of exhaustion and starvation. The older generation who survived that year had seen the tragic situation of their companions walking on the road who could not get up after falling down, and that scene also became one of the memories that Emir could not forget.

Beyond the uncultivated land, there are a large number of dangerous species that wander deep in the valley and sometimes even attack villages. Farmland must only be cultivated by a team of 5 or more adult elves, and entering and leaving the valley alone is strictly forbidden and dangerous. ...,

They survived the extremely harsh barren land, and they have thrived here until now.

There are only two reasons why the elves admit to this kind of miracle:

The mother goddess Marfa still has a shred of care for their suffering race;

It is not forever that people will live dormant in this valley, and one day they will leave here to settle old scores;

Elves live longer than humans and orcs, and have a much better memory than those two barbarians who they see as savage and cruel.

Why did they fall into the miserable situation in front of them, and which bastards single-handedly caused the tragic scenes?

- The elves knew very well that the [good deeds] done by the two barbarians were so profound that generations of elves could not forget Cheng dù.

More than a thousand years of persecution and massacre have created an equal weight, if not heavier, resentment. For now, the elves are simply letting anger and resentment build up in their hearts, and one day they will erupt like a volcano, and at that time they will return the humiliating persecution that has been inflicted on them a thousand times more to their enemies.

Therefore, whether it is the old patriarch Emir or the senses of the other elves, it is impossible for them to have a good impression of [humans].

The old man's face flushed with a terrifying flush when the cloth piece of cloth passed back from the Saker that had been trained by Brünhilton Guò had managed to escape from the hunt with the help of a strange boy and was ready to take the knowledgeable man back to the valley to help open the gold mines.

It wasn't because of joy and excitement, it was completely because of extreme anger that caused Zhan's blood pressure to soar.

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

Abducted his favorite, the most beautiful and lovely in the whole village, calm and generous, smart and brave, bold and free...... granddaughter!!!!

Even if the letter says that he is learning knowledge next to that kid, it all happens like that, first like-minded interest and affection, then into mutual respect and friendship, and finally into inseparable love......

The mind of the human bad embryo with pus all over his body is nothing more than Brunhill's beauty and the gold mine in the valley, and I don't know what kind of rhetoric the human scum who has never seen his face said to Brunhill, let alone what kind of dirty deception he used. As long as the old emir is alive, the scumbag and despicable plot will not succeed.

Want to take little Brunhill away from grandpa? Don't even think about it!

Having gone beyond the irritation and delusion (?) to his convictions, the old patriarch made up his mind not to let his granddaughter leave the house again, as for the scheming fraudster, whom Brunhill called "the good man...... Only dead humans are good human beings.

The old patriarch, who had been confused by the sudden situation, overlooked a detail that Brunhill did not specify in the letter the racial composition of the teenager.

The plan of the Emir patriarch is based on the fact that the other party is a human (orcs, dwarves, and gnomes are automatically ignored by his critical aesthetic concept), and there is no backup plan in case the other party is not human, and in the case of [what if], the patriarch's calculation is difficult to establish.

As Brunhill landed in a clearing in the center of the village on the back of the black dragon, the villagers erupted in cheers that were enough to overturn the houses after a brief silence, and several young men who remained in the village sounded the horns to greet their companions outside. Everyone gathered their wings and squatted on the ground, and the black dragon formed a circle, if it weren't for the awe of the dragon clan, everyone would definitely rush up and pick up the living legendary girl in front of them and play with people.

Emir looked at the majestic granddaughter on the dragon's back, the disbelief and shock could not be concealed at all, the old elf could not bear the lower limit of this [sudden happiness] is really relatively low. ...,

All the problems are solved. Wise Dragons - In this excellent [Ancient Species] and [Sacred Being] are extremely rare, it is impossible to overpraise the significance of the great cause of being able to bring a dragon back to the village.

The dragon's strength, the dragon's wealth, and even the dragon's wisdom are a ray of hope in a desperate situation for a troubled village. On top of that, despite its size, the black dragon was still in its infancy during the dragon's long life cycle. Don't worry about what happens to your precious granddaughter and spread across races!!

The old patriarch's idea has a certain amount of truth, but it is not entirely correct, the super-expansion across race, color, culture, language and even gender still exists, and the forbidden love of gods and horses across ages has not never existed.

The rejoicing old emir did not notice that the focus of his concern had deviated subtly, and with an expression of approval and pride, he walked towards Brunhill, who had jumped off the dragon's back, to praise a few words, but the words in a low tone made all the words of praise that had been prepared freeze in his throat, and the expression full of kindness froze in an instant, and then fell to the ground.

"Miss Brunhill, please move quickly, the Lord should be waiting outside the valley. ”

Pure-blooded dragons can understand the languages of other races, and it is not worth making a fuss about speaking the language of elves, let alone such a huge reaction from the experienced emir.

The problem is that this dragon is not the [he] mentioned in Brunhill's letter!!!!!!!!!

The terrifying prospect of suddenly being a hundred times greater than before overwhelmed the old patriarch, and the expected [he] was just a shameless human who was good at turning over his lips and tongues, and although he turned out to be a black dragon, it was actually a luxury transportation for [he] to send his granddaughter home that he had not yet met!!!!!

The old elf couldn't accept that the sights and information in front of him were real, and he hoped that these were just absurd nightmares. In a few moments he would open his eyes and sit up from his bed in a cold sweat, and his good granddaughter, Brunhill, would sit on the edge of the bed and tell him that he had had only had a nightmare.

What a cruel joke the Mother Goddess Marfa played on him by a human who harnessed the black dragon as a subordinate who abducted his granddaughter, and who was unwittingly deprived of even the power to stop this terror from unfolding!!!

The patriarch, who had experienced the strong wind and waves, lost his mind for a moment, and questioned Brunhill who rushed to his side with a stern expression:

"What the hell is going on?"

Barely able to suppress the excitement of a million alpacas galloping, he reluctantly intercepted the foul words like "damn" and "XXX", and waited for Brunhill's reply.