Feathers Forest.

This is an ordinary small lake in the forest. The water is clear and the tall weeds surround the lake shore, the wild flowers are colorful, the trees are green, and the rabbits are surfacing their heads in the bushes. Sometimes there are deer patrols nearby.

However, with the arrival of another group of creatures, the deer abandoned the water source and gave the quiet little lake to those humans and elves as new settlements.

Rows of newly-launched wooden houses also emit the fragrance of wood. The children have woven exquisite garlands and hung them quietly on the doors of the wooden houses, so that these human brothers and sisters can have a fragrant and good mood every day.

Sitting at the wooden table by the window, Shisui finished reading the message he had just sent, looking at the flowers and fruits in the room, his mood was calm down for a moment.

"Are you finished doing it? What's the matter?"

Sanchishui was holding a strange-looking tree fruit, and was studying whether this blue big pineapple-like thing could be eaten, so he looked up and asked casually.

"Shao Wu just sent a message, I went to verify it."

Shi Sui handed him a booklet - this is a guide to eating fruits and vegetables that they summarized with the help of children. Some of them are delicious to the elves, and may be even worse than wood to them, and may even cause various symptoms.

"Shao Wu? You still keep her friend and haven't deleted it?" Sanchishui threw away the big blue pineapple and sat opposite him.

"Well, Shao Wu said that the Mumoto of Tiangongfang is in Ushe City, and is in contact with the Holy Church and the Dwarves here, intending to make a big profit."

"Shao Wu's words are credible? Did you ask if it's true every year?" Sanchishui had an instinctive hostility towards Shao Wu, a woman.

"I asked, we chose the wrong way." Shisui didn't want to say much, and looked at the elves running and playing outside the window and sighed slightly.

"No choice is wrong," Sanchishui nodded vigorously, firmly, "No choice is wrong, our path must be correct."

Shisui smiled and turned her head to look at him: "I thought you were already annoyed by these children."

Sanchishui immediately beat the table and wailed: "It's too difficult to raise a child! It's too difficult!!"

"There are more and more elves being sent here, so we have to think of a way." Zhisui's face slightly cleared, but her eyebrows were frowning.

He also did not expect his proposal of temporary charity to be so popular, just as he never thought there would be so many elves captured.

Including the ones they encountered in the Feathers Forest, now nearly a thousand elves have gathered by this unknown little lake, including one or two-year-old children, young girls in their teenagers, and many elf women dressed in their prime. They have a depressed expression and seem to like to be rescued back to their hometown.

"Have you ever asked for help from the two major tribes of Boander and Morriganna before? When will they send someone to help?" Sanchishui also understood the complexity of the situation at this time, and looked worried.

The elves do not need anyone to manage their diet and daily life at all, and what these elves need most now is exactly the part that no one in the world can do.

Although the elves have excellent affinity for magic elements since childhood, using this ability also requires professional and meticulous teaching, otherwise this affinity will be a time bomb that may run wild at any time.

Because of this, the merchants and wealthy people who specialize in slave trading will use certain drugs to erode the body and spirit of the elves over the years, making them more weak, harmless, and more delicate and charming.

Those two or three-year-old children are fine, but the damage from the drug is still in a reversible stage and can still be saved.

But for those elves that have been eroded for a long time, it is useless to rescue them, not to mention that those elves with outstanding appearance have been treated as greenhouse flowers since childhood, and have been spoiled in their palms. The more comfortable their lives are, the more docile they are, the more docile they are with, and the more superior they have to their primitive and rough forest life.

Sanchishui once guessed in his heart that even if it was not the intervention and proposal of the year, these rescued elves, especially those who were slightly older, would sooner or later be gathered in a certain place and let them die.

Otherwise, why did the prosperous and powerful tribe like Dagda leave only a few elves with healthy limbs and ignorant elves, but "entrust" the remaining disabled and older ones to this year.

"The high priests of those two tribes are pretty good. They say they will send someone to see them in the near future."

"Come here...just take a look? What do you see?" Sanchishui wanted to swear.

"No matter what, those little guys who only know how to crawl around are saved." Shisui smiled bitterly.

"This friend should not be so pessimistic. Our elves cannot let your efforts and efforts be wasted, and we will not give up any of our fellow tribes."

The leaves shaking, and a gentle sound came into the ears of the two people in the wooden house, like a tinging spring water, clear and pleasant.

Shisui thought the voice was very familiar, but she couldn't remember what the owner of the voice was called.

In the open space outside the wooden house, the children's playful sounds gradually became less and the elves who only hid in the corner of the wooden house also forgot sobbing and complaining, and walked into the sun, relying on the racial instinct in their bones and blood, people have always bowed their heads deeply.

When he stood in front of the wooden house, he was surprised when he saw the person coming clearly.

He really didn't expect that Engus, the high priest of Boand, would come here in person.

......

The days that followed, life every year was a bit monotonous, but also fulfilling.

During the day, he ran around the city to catch wanted criminals. After catching the prisoners, he was escorted to the mercenary association outside the city to register for bonuses. He took a break and had some food and drinks. At night, he went to the arena to fight two fights. After the fight, he had not yet disappeared, and he was still surging with Qi Youfeng and stayed in his arms and waited for the rising sun on the second day to rise.

Teaming teams still depends on luck, but they are not difficult for each other to play tacitly with Qi Youfeng. The two of them don’t have to talk much. A hidden look, a pretentious move, and unreserved trust can join forces to make the other party play together.

Even the two maze mechanism battles they drew with "good luck" were broken into pieces by the two of them like bamboo splitting, becoming the background wall for them to smile at each other.

Ershe City is a martial place. Two handsome men and beautiful women will not be admired, but two powerful men and women may not be sure.

However, after Qi Youfeng cut off several necks that were owed to men and ruthlessly ruined a beautiful woman's face, the combination of Qi Youfeng and Qi Youfeng added a label that was stronger than gold, which was also enviable to others.

"The audience said that the reason you scratched that woman's face was because I was disfigured, because I let you do it out of jealousy."

With a mask, he lay on the railings of the balcony of the preparation room every year and reported to Qi Youfeng with great enthusiasm.

"Don't she thinks her face looks good, so I'll just make her look better." Qi Youfeng was not interested in these gossip rumors, just wanted to know what opponents he would meet every year.

None of the "God of War" battles every year is easy. The opponents in each game are equally matched masters. They always fight to the point of a Jedi counterattack, and she also wins injuries every time.

Thanks to the steady growth of level strength every year and the increasing practical experience, this is how we win the title of "God of War" every day without any danger.

Despite the danger, Qi Youfeng will be nervous whenever he sees dodging under other people's blades every year.

If there is another person with no eyes hitting him at this time, he doesn't mind taking his anger.

"Who has more scars on his face and looks good?" Every year complained, and this reason was too perfunctory.

"If there are many scars on your face, you can look as good as you," Qi Youfeng hugged New Year and kissed her forehead. "It's really good to me if I can't stop every night."

“…smooth mouth and tongue.”

Every year, he blushed, and felt that the mask was getting hot, and muttered quietly, studying the audience in the stands with great concentration.

She was not as worried about her fight as Qi Youfeng.

Perhaps it was an illusion that she always felt that although these opponents were difficult to deal with, they were also very limited. They were always powerful within her ability - they felt like they were sent to her as a whetstone.

As my level strength gradually improves, this feeling becomes stronger and stronger.

The skills that Dion taught have been used easily every year, and she seems to have gained some other understanding recently.

For example, the third magic that she already knows what it is but cannot grasp the key point - resonance blocking.

Since Engus said that the skills they used were just resonance of magic elements, then there are naturally ways to hinder resonance.

Her erased skills and the modified Moon Spirit Bow are Engus' expectations of her - expecting that she can understand the ability of elemental resonance, which always refers to the essence of magic, and not to stick to existing conventional choices.

But this third-type magic makes every Nian feel flattered.

The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. This simple truth is still understood every year.

This is also one of the reasons why she accepted the designated task calmly.

"It's almost here, I don't know what our opponent is today."

Qi Youfeng pulled out of the preparation room every year to prepare for the end.

"It's better to have some living people. Yesterday was a maze and the day before yesterday was Chimera. It's so boring." Nian Nian curled her lips.

"What a coincidence."

Niannian and Qi Youfeng stopped and looked at the two people opposite.

The person who just spoke was someone I had met in this arena every year.

On the first day of "Fighting Ten Thousand Beasts", the last two-cultural warrior who took the initiative to admit defeat, Amy.

"What a coincidence, Qingshan and I think so too." Amy, who left the battlefield, looked like a gentle scholar, with empty hands and no weapons.

"So, our luck is so good, and fate is so coincidental." Amy's eyes narrowed into a slit with a smile.

"The Seventh?" Niannian asked with a smile.

"Seventh Game." Amy nodded, smiling more sincerely than every year.

Behind Amy, Qingshan and his mount also walked out slowly.

Teaming up to fight without restrictions. Not only does Qingshan have complete armor, but also the Earth Dragon is no longer forbidden Demon's mouth seal.

"See you on the field, this... kind little girl who can't kill people." Amy put away her smile and turned around and left.
Chapter completed!