Moonlight Life at Hogwarts

Chapter 75 The King of Elves ([-])

In the middle of the endless forest, there is a place called a tree house. A race favored by nature—the elves, recuperate here. They have transparent wings, and both males and females have beautiful appearances.

They come in the treehouse, grow in the treehouse, and die under the treehouse.

They love peace. Whether it is a lost traveler or a small animal trapped in the deep winter, as long as they ask for help, they will not hesitate to help the seeker with their kindness and selflessness.

But they don't know that this is a dark age, and it is impossible to survive in this era only by relying on kindness and peace. The tree house guarded by the elves, and the elves' fruits that can give birth to elves are all precious treasures , or in other words, an elf... is wealth in itself.

This time it is a very clichéd story, and it also has a very clichéd beginning, but the reality is often like this.

Life is more than just living, there are also poems and distant places...

But the problem is that after you read the poems and the distance, one day you have to come back and face more troubles, because life is not only poetry and the distance, but also the future and cruelty.

Deafening cheers came from afar, and Aishara's face turned slightly pale. She knew that it was time to make a decision, whether to sacrifice herself for that dirty orc, or lead all the remaining elves to fight in the corner. , to fight to the death, there is no need to choose.

Note that it is dedication, because half of them are beasts, half of them are human, and there is no distinction between ethics and morality. The so-called dedication means that they are first reduced to playthings and then reduced to food.

All misfortunes may happen to her. After the morality is reduced to an extreme, what you can see will be the most primitive cruelty in the world.

It's always the prerogative of the winner, isn't it?
But what else?You can't let the rest of the elves die with you. She is the queen, the queen of the elves, and if you want to be the queen, you must have the awareness that anything can happen.

Outside the tree house, the five first-generation elves knelt on one knee, looking at the colors between their brows, representing light, darkness, water, wood, and wind respectively, and the dark elves had lost one arm, and the wind elves had lost one arm. Eyes, as for the remaining fire elves and earth elves... they can't come back.

The earth elves died in the first attack. The fire elves died together with the orcs because of their injuries and the delay in retreating. The elves can die in battle or commit suicide, but they will never be captured. They are elves, this is them The pride of the clan.

But this is of no use to the orcs at all, because for them, elves are a great tonic, and the deafening cheers just now are just their habit when eating.

In addition to Aishara and the five first-generation elves, there are still about thousands of ordinary elves alive. In addition, there is a group of silver-white wolves lying on the ground, licking each other's wounds. They are elves. A family of best friends, they are called Moonwolves.

"That's how it is." Aisha in the tree house stretched her hands and rubbed her eye sockets, and stood up. Someone told her that she is the queen, and she is the queen who has to bear everything, so it's okay to shed tears. Allowed.

Looking at the facilities in the tree house with nostalgia, Aishara changed into a dress that obviously did not belong to this era, and then stepped out of the tree house.

"Your Majesty, give me one more chance, let me try again, I will definitely succeed this time." The dark elf kneeling on one knee begged with his head bowed. He is the most proficient in assassination among the seven elves. , It is precisely because of this that he broke an arm.

Under heavy protection, the difficulty of assassination will rise in a straight line.

Aishara glanced at the Dark Elf flatly, without speaking, and continued to walk outside.

If in the past, the most irritable fire elf would have continued to jump out to stop her, but unfortunately he is no longer there, and now only a few thousand of the original tens of thousands of elves are left, no matter what the reason is, who is against whom Wrong, this is her biggest failure as Queen, which cannot be denied.

There was a sound of howling wolves, and every elf's face was full of sadness. They lost their queen, what should they do in the future, especially the remaining five first-generation elves, who have the deepest relationship with Azshara , naturally know what Aishara looks like in private, but now...

"Stop!" A cold voice suddenly sounded from behind Aishara, Aishara paused, and turned her head in disbelief, a dense white mist appeared in front of the tree house, and accompanied by As the white mist gradually disappeared, two figures, one white and one red, gradually became clear.

"Aishara, what do you want to do!" Aiwen, who was wearing a sub-white magic robe, walked out of the white mist expressionlessly, "Have you got my consent?"

Aishara shook her head vigorously.

"Come here!" Ivan said again.

Aishara just shook her head vigorously, just when Aiwen wanted to say something, Aishara rushed over to hug him, and buried her head in Aiwen's chest.

Aiwen, whose face was as cold as an iceberg, suddenly softened. He patted Aishara's back lightly, his face full of nostalgia, but...

Aiwen glanced at the five first-generation elves kneeling there, and looked at the forest that seemed to be after the war, his eyes suddenly drooped.

"Who did this, Azshara?"

"...orcs"

"Where's Rowena?"

"They seemed to be negotiating with the goblins and got stuck."

"Don't negotiate early, don't negotiate late, but at this time to negotiate, it seems that these goblins are also very smart...In that case, don't blame me for being rude." Aiwen sneered and motioned for her to put herself down, Aisha La quickly listened to the order and let go of Ivan.

At this time, an elf with a blue mark between his brows suddenly flew over from outside. He reported to Azshara that several orcs who had come to negotiate had come outside and asked what should be done.

When Aiwen was present, Aishara instinctively turned her gaze to Aiwen.

The ice-cold boy suddenly sat back, and the earthen seat that appeared due to the transformation technique appeared out of thin air, rising up from the ground to catch him.

The branches and leaves on the tree house swayed slightly, covering the young man from the sunlight outside the forest, and the young man's face was also hidden in the darkness.

Ai Wen took out an orange from the messenger bag, peeled it and said lightly:

"Kill it, sacrificial flag!"

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(End of this chapter)