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"Let them go! The kingdom of the elves is not for monkeys to set foot in."

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"How is it, how does it feel to return to your hometown after such a long time?"

Gareth's voice awakened Riveria who was in a trance. The elf princess looked at the familiar forest and everything, the homeland where she had spent nearly a hundred years, and shook her head gently.

"It hasn't been a long time, and nothing has changed."

For elves, even an interval of ten years is far from being 'long'. Riveria is very young, but her concept of time is still that of elves.

This is the hometown where she was born, grew up, and became an adult.

Alf's Wang Sen, her hometown, is also... her former cage.

Just like most of the princesses who were locked in the tower, Riveria, who was once bound in the White Sacred Stone Palace, had fantasized about leaving here countless times.

Of course, she left in the end, but this story has nothing to do with the prince.

"Having said that, Lord Loki seems to have forcibly snatched you away back then."

Gareth looked at Riveria and joked

"We seem to be all involved. I guess it will be a bit ugly after seeing your father in a while."

"We're here to do business, Gareth, don't mess around." Finn emphasized

"Hey, I just don't like most of the pointy ears." The dwarf shrugged his shoulders, swept away the 'discrimination' in the eyes of the elves next to him, and curled his lips.

"Except for Riveria and Refia, Finn, don't tell me you like elves very much."

The hero of the small human race did not speak, and the team leader would not say such words that would damage the feelings of his teammates. But Gareth was right. Of all the races, the elves were definitely the one Finn hated.

The reason is also very simple, elves... Most of the Western fantasy world is a dick.

The nose is turned up higher than anyone else, which is not so much pride as arrogance. Because of the long life and good talent, I instinctively look down on all other races.

They contemptuously call dwarves big moles that drill into the ground, small humans are called stinky dwarfs, orcs are called upright beasts, and humans are more direct, calling them monkeys.

The land outside of Alfred Wangsen is collectively called the borderland of the barbarians by them, and even in the past thousand years, they are unwilling to look outside.

"My elf king's court is vast and abundant, and has everything!"

These elves did say so, and they thought so. So even when the age of the gods came, this group of elves didn't have the slightest intention of currying favor with the gods.

However, they also have the capital to be proud of.

It is not groundless that elves can be the family race that all gods want. Almost most elves have magical talents, and a small number of them also have keen senses. They are born fighters and hunters.

And the most important thing is that elves who live longer mean that they can accumulate more experience, and living longer also means that they can contribute more to the family.

But no matter what, the arrogance of the elves is indeed unbearable, in short, it is disgusting, very disgusting!

"Okay, don't talk about it, we are here to persuade my father to cooperate with Olalie."

Riveria cast a good-looking look at her two companions. This trip back to her homeland was not to reminisce about the past, but was entrusted by the guild master god Uranus.

The Lord God entrusts them to go to the court of the elf king, and persuade the elf king Rafal to accept the joint invitation of Orari to jointly resist the kingdom of Lagia, which is constantly expanding its military scale.

But to be honest, Riveria's confidence in this mission is not high.

Precisely because he is her own father, Riveria knows very well what a 'traditional' elf Rafal is.

Proud, defiant, traditional, decadent, hates the gods.

You can use any similar word to describe a traditional elf, but her kind is a minority who are willing to open their eyes to see the world.

Sometimes Riveria would think, if there is really a fire that can burn Alfred Wangsen, maybe Ye is not a bad thing.

Woke such a group of proud elves out of their arrogance and made them realize that their pride is worthless. Honestly, not a bad thing...

"Olali's people are not welcome here, let alone the family of that vulgar god o."

An icy voice sounded in front of Riveria. She raised her head and saw King Rafael coming with two teams of guards and her maid Aina.

"Father……"

Seeing her father, Riveria didn't know what to say for a moment. In the dense forest with overlapping branches, the atmosphere on both sides seemed very awkward

"My stupid daughter, have you finally realized the dignity and responsibility of the royal family?"

Rafal looked at his daughter with a softer look in his eyes, but he still said very seriously.

"Are you finally determined to break the contract with that obscene god, leave the filthy outside world, return to Alfred Wangsen, and protect our royal family's responsibility?"

"..."

Riveria really didn't know what to say. She lowered her head and clenched her fists lightly. After considering her words, she raised her head and said

"Father, I'm here to ask you and everyone to leave Alfred Wangsen."

"What?!" Rafal's voice was raised ten degrees, and the wrinkled face perfectly showed the angry mood of this elf king who pays attention to appearance.

"Do you know what nonsense you are talking about, Riveria!!!"

"Your Majesty Rafal, Riveria is kind..." Finn was about to intervene, but Rafal directly pushed back

"Shut up, homeless dwarf! Are you bewitching my daughter? Since you are homeless, you want the elves to be homeless too!"

The little people used to have their own country and their own holy land, but now they are all gone. Finn, it is for the revitalization of the family and race, will join Loki's command.

Rafal's words are not non-toxic, it can be said that they have seriously broken the defense.

"Father, what you said is too much!" Riveria suppressed her anger and said

"We came here on the orders of Lord Uranus, Lagia is now preparing to attack Wang Sen of Alf..."

"Get out with the grace of the so-called God!" Rafal interrupted his daughter's words unceremoniously

"And what is Ragia? It's just a country of monkeys. Even with the blessing of a fool god, they don't want to step into Alfred Wangsen half a step!"

Ultimate arrogance and superciliousness, Elf, always.

Although she had expected this result, Riveria still had the urge to turn around and leave after being beaten up by her father.

But, but... She can't just sit back and watch her country...

"Tsk tsk tsk, this arrogance, as expected, elves look like this in any world."

A cold, mocking voice exploded here

"who?!"

The guards around King Rafal drew their swords towards the direction of the sound, and at that place, in a sea of ​​forest, something like condensed black mist slowly emerged

"It is not commendable to neglect an envoy, His Majesty Rafal." A faint voice came from the black mist

"Who are you?" Rafal turned his head abruptly, and asked in a bad manner

"I am the envoy of the Kingdom of Ragia."

In the black mist, a figure wearing armor as dense as midnight walked out slowly

"I only came here on behalf of that cruel and dull god's last mercy, but you arrogantly rejected this last kindness."

The man's voice was extremely cold, as if it came from a strong wind blowing on the coldest winter night.

"Then it seems that there is only war."

The man slowly raised his head. The hideous helmet looked like a claw reaching out to the sky, and his face was extremely distorted.

"Arrogant monkey, take him down for me!"

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Chapter 66. Witch King Malekith

"Arrogant and ignorant monkey, take him down for me!"

The angry King Rafal waved his hand, and the handsome and elite elf warriors immediately rushed forward, and the caster also began to chant the spell.

But that man just smiled coldly, slowly raised his right hand, and a thick black mist wrapped around it, turning into an indissoluble darkness as thick as ink!

"Be careful!" Riveria inspired her newly learned magic almost instantly.

Summoned by her, the magic essence wrapped around her felt a strong sense of repulsion. She was running rapidly, and at the same time assisted the mobilization of the magic essence with spells. The spell model belonging to the "Heavenly Wind" series was completed. And release!

But she was still a step behind.

The black mist that spread from the palm of the black-armored man dissipated instantly, and the elf warrior who rushed up wailed sharply in the black mist, and an extremely miserable scene was staged in front of everyone.

Their flesh and blood were drained, as if they had turned into dry mummies! But it was far more than that, their souls were pulled out, tortured, deformed, and finally forced back into their bodies amidst the screams!

The disease spread on these dead mummies, and their bodies were filled with all kinds of bad microorganisms-in a sense, they became 'vigorous'.

At this time, Riveria's spell had already descended.

Dazzling, holy, and entwined with golden radiance, thunder fell from the sky, splitting the black mist in an instant! The strong breath of heavenly lightning dispelled the power of the wind of shadow and wind of death, dispelling the power of the wind that was still spreading The black mist dispelled directly.

"Oh? I didn't expect there to be a heaven-type mage here?"

The man looked at Riveria with great interest, and gently hooked his hands. The elves who died in the black mist slowly stood up, and stood behind him as miserable plague undead

"Who the hell are you? What do you want to do?" Riveria stared at the man.

"Why should I answer such a stupid question knowingly asked by you?" The man smiled disdainfully.

He represents Ragia, and when he appeared here, he started to kill, so there is no need to say more about his purpose and Ragia's thoughts.

The flames of war are about to burn to this homeland of the elves, who hold high the flames of war, and Ares, holding high the flames of war, will spread disputes and death, war and blood to every corner of the world!

He opened his arms, and there was boundless pain in the eyes of the miserable plague undead beside him. The ground under their feet was dying, the shadow and the wind of death eroded the entire Alfred Wangsen, and the disease in their bodies was also spreading all over the land. Spread in the forest!

"Look at this forest, how long has it not been bathed in war? Look at you, elves, how long has it been since you have experienced war."

The man taunted with an aria-like voice in a strange elf language

"Why did our noble family choose to degenerate into a group of monkeys living in trees?"

Rafal looked angrily at the fanatic who desecrated the souls and corpses of his compatriots, but he was still observing this mysterious man more.

After hearing his weird elf language, Rafal was stunned for a moment, and then said in an incredible tone:

"You, are you a high elf?"

"Of course, His Majesty Rafal." The man smiled mockingly, and even performed a decent court etiquette

"It's just that I am far more noble and ancient than you. I am the orthodoxy of the elves. The land I once ruled was a vast expanse of blue waters, occupying a new world like heaven! The fleet of our empire once traveled all over the world, and our wealth once accumulated A whole hollow mountain, not like you, a group of monkeys living in trees!"

Rafal's face changed for a while. As the surviving Alf royal family, he had heard of the great empire once established by the elves.

It was thousands of years ago when the dungeons hadn't exploded and the gods hadn't come down. It was the time when the civilizations were at their peak. That... was the longest time in the past.

So long ago that even today's elves have only heard a few words, and there is no evidence of prosperity or historical records at all.

"Since you are an elf, why do you kill your compatriots? What is your name!"

"I don't agree with a group of monkeys living in a tree house as my compatriots." The man said disdainfully, but slowly took off his helmet

"As for the name, it doesn't matter, now that I have been reborn, my name is..."

Riveria gasped, because the appearance of the male elf in front of her... No! Under that mask, it was no longer a real face at all.

Only the black scorched marks covered the body, and every inch of the skin seemed to have been scorched by an ultra-high temperature flame, and the molten fire in the scorched black marks was still burning.

"The name of the past has long been forgotten. After I was awakened, my name was the Witch King, Malekith."

The pitch-black elf said in an extremely venomous voice

"I was awakened from the abyss of death by the cruel and crazy God of War. His messenger gave me the power of death and shadow, and my mission is to flatten this forest. I want to thank you, you proud and ignorant Revenge of fools!"

Accompanied by his words, the black mist under Malekith's feet exploded suddenly, and those dead elf warriors howled and rushed towards their former colleagues.

Soil, trees, flowers, all things that contain life in nature will wither and die the moment they come into contact with the black mist.

This breath of death is like a deadly poison, expanding at an extremely fast speed!

"Stop him!" Finn pulled out the magic spear behind him, and released the effect of the treasure without hesitation.

"The spear that pierces the dead thorn (Gae Bolg)!"