Chapter 184:

The news sent was neither about humans nor about the dead, but surprisingly about elves.

This is very, very strange, and what is even more strange is that what was sent this time was not a general intelligence spy about the elves, but a letter of help from the elves.

You must know that the allied race of the dead is the orcs, and the dire straits between the orcs and the elves can be traced back to the moment of their mythological origins. , Their interests are almost one. Under such circumstances, asking for help from the dead, is this brain flooding? Or is it lack of being slapped in the face?

Of course, Mo Ran didn't think that the elves' brains would be flooded. After all, they had the most masters. If their brains were flooded, other races would have been soaked in the water long ago.

As for whether to slap in the face, you have to read the news to know.

The person who came with the news of the elves was the entire high-level team of the deceased. Seeing them all sitting in the temple garden with solemn faces, Mo Ran was very disgusted, and she shook off the news in her hand.

It is indeed a request for help, and it is a request for help from Gruen, the successor of the high priest. Oh, no, to be precise, when this letter was in the hands of Mo Ran, the leader of the highest authority among the elves The priest is dead, and Grunn is his successor now.

It turned out that when humans and the dead were fighting to the death, there was not much peace between the orcs and the elves. However, they have been fighting all day and night for so many years, and there is nothing to care about. What is overwhelming is that when the orcs and the elves were fighting like black-eyed chickens because of the territorial dispute, the elves' backyard caught fire.

The ordinary elves who had always been subordinate to the high-level elves turned their backs. They rose up and started a war against the high-level elves of the ruling class. Of course, the high-level elves were able to deal with it at the beginning, after all, for the high-level elves Speaking of it, it is too simple to use powerful magic to deal with these ordinary elves. Even if they are sometimes counter-killed by a large number of ordinary elves, they will soon be suppressed by the high-level elves. They have always been so entangled with.

From the perspective of other races, the division of this elf family is actually quite magical. Some people are born to become high-level elves, and some people can only become ordinary elves, but in fact this is not the case.

The difference between high-level elves and ordinary elves is not random, but selective.

The most important tree of life in the elves will bear many, many fruits every year. The number of these fruits must be as many as the babies born in the elves every year, that is to say, each elf can eat one of these. The fruit of this fruit, and the magic of this fruit is that after taking it, one has the talent to manipulate magic.

When the elves were the most ancient, every elf could take it, so at that time, every elf was a magician, but some elves had better talents and could grow into great magicians, while some elves had mediocre talents and could spend a lifetime You can only be an ordinary mage.

However, with the appearance of the leader selected among the elves, this situation gradually changed. The priests found that when two or more fruits were taken, two or three wizards might appear. , suddenly...the world changed.

Those elves who stand at the apex of the elves and hold power in their hands naturally hope that they can become stronger and their offspring become stronger, so they no longer distribute the fruits on the tree of life one by one, but It is to collect these fruits and distribute them selectively. Over time, the elves have become what they are now.

Those elves who received the fruit became high-level elves, and those who did not receive the fruit became ordinary elves. Of course, there are exceptions. Some elves are born with strong magical talents, and they don't even need these fruits. , you can practice magic, and you can naturally become a high-level elf across classes, but after all, this is too little, almost negligible.

Year after year, day after day, all the fruits of the tree of life are firmly in the hands of the high-level elves. They use absolute strength to suppress and exploit ordinary elves

It is naturally impossible for ordinary elves to know such a secret at first, but who would have thought that this secret would be exposed? Ordinary elves naturally don't want to continue to live like this, they demand equality, but how could high-level elves agree?

This is a contradiction that can never be reconciled.

Until the ordinary elves occupied the fountain of life, they cut off the spring water used to irrigate the tree of life. In order to preserve its strength, the tree of life dropped its leaves, withered its branches, and returned to a state of sleep. The fountain of life is revived when it flows through it.

The tree of life is not just bearing fruit. For most high-level elves, the tree of life is the source of all their magic power. As long as the tree of life is alive, the high-level elves have a steady stream of magic power. However, the tree of life After withering, their magic power also dries up a little bit.

Without the greatest support, there is not much difference between high-level elves and ordinary elves, but those ordinary elves who have been honing their bodies for a long time are better at fighting and stronger than them. The elves soon fell into trouble, and even their high priest was slaughtered in the battle.

This was already tough enough, but at this moment, the orcs, who had been paying attention to their elves' movements, suddenly got into trouble, as if they wanted to get a share of it.

It can even be said that when Grunn wrote this appeal letter, she was desperate. Now she is no longer the heir who competes with the orcs for territory, but a person who has to consider whether the high-level elves can survive. If the high priest gets help, the high-ranking elves will have tomorrow. If they don't get help, then she is the last priest.

Obviously, Grunn didn't want the fate of the high-ranking elves to die in his own hands, so the letter was written quite sincerely, and even threw out many good things that the dead had never dared to think about in exchange. .

Mo Ran quickly put the letter for help after reading it. She picked up the tea on the table, took a sip, and then turned to ask Xue Changfeng, Xie Lang and He Yu: "What do you think?"

The elf's letter arrived in the morning and was immediately dropped among the dead

The magic of the elves is their strongest point, and it is also the most coveted place of other races. Now Grunn agrees to pass on the magic of the elves to the dead. The careful professor stationed in Junlin City, heh, is this pie in the sky?

However, at the same time, another contradiction arises. If you agree to the proposal of the elves, it is tantamount to breaking face with the orcs. Now most of the equipment of the dead are made by orcs. If you accept the elves, then the The future equipment will definitely fly.

For the dead, the most real thing is physical combat. There are too few dead who can use magic to fight. Do you want to lose the original strong alliance for this part of the dead?

It's not appropriate...

However, the big pie fell in front of them, dangling, trembling, if they didn't eat it, it would be too unreasonable...

In this way, the high-level officials of the dead had been arguing all morning, and finally they couldn't make up their minds, so they came to Mo Ran, hoping that Mo Ran would give them a choice.

After listening to the opinions from both sides, Mo Ran clicked his tongue a little bit dissatisfied: "I have already said that I am not very good at dealing with conflicts of interest between these races, you let me make the decision, isn't that a joke? "

Xue Changfeng also frowned: "We're not asking you to make a decision, we just want to ask your opinion to see what you think, after all, you have always been relatively objective, if you jump out of these traps, you may have a different opinion. "

Mo Ran immediately gave him a blank look.

What's the difference between the two?

Mo Ran, with lowered eyes, seemed to be thinking about this matter, but in fact, she was thinking about the events of her previous life.

At this time, the dead of the previous life have been too weak to be seen. Although they can barely become a race, they are basically no different from a mess. Without a good leader, the dead have basically lost their lives in such a big event. Possibility to express your opinion.

Therefore, when the elves fell apart, they never received help from the elves at all. They just vaguely knew that the elves' infighting was very serious, and because of the intervention of the orcs, it was the ordinary elves who won in the end. , and because of this,

Of course, in this life, Mo Ran knew that the person who was executed was not the real high priest Gruen, but her substitute Gruen, and the real Gruen was tricked out and wandered around the world, at the same time It is also constantly plotting to regain the power of the elves again.

However, when Mo Ran died, she did not see that day. When she died, the elves were still in power, and the ordinary elves also retook the old path of high-level elves. They reawakened the tree of life, and For the distribution system of the fruit of life.

It seemed that the ordinary elves had won the final victory, but in fact, it was just another reincarnation.

Mo Ran suddenly remembered what Zhang Xiaofei said just now, no matter how the power changes in the hands of those in power, it actually makes no difference to ordinary people. A group of elves stepped onto the stage of power, essentially, there is no difference.

However, when Mo Ran, who had been resurrected for the first time, came to watch this incident again, he found something else.

After completely replacing the high-level elves, although the ordinary elves revived the tree of life and gained the ability to learn magic through the fruit of the tree of life, but because of the civil war, they sent all the high-level elves Completely kill them, causing them to only know the simplest magic, and those high-level elves who have studied and inherited high-level and even legendary magic from generation to generation can't do it at all. Ordinary elves have never learned those exclusive characters, so they don't know it at all.

In short, when Mo Ran dies, the magic that ordinary elves can learn is just the most basic spells such as fireball, water bomb, etc., and these spells are not only known to them, but also to orcs, the dead, and humans. A race known to control powerful forces of nature seems to have finally lost what they do best.

If there are really gods in this world, if those NPCs in the Realm of Gods are really the gods who created this world, then do they have any guidelines when creating this world?

Among other things, it is inevitable that each race has its own strengths and talents.

It's like, the self-healing of the dead is born in battle, the creative ability of human beings, the forging ability of orcs, and the manipulation of magic by elves

Is this a good thing?

Mo Ran didn't know.

However, she knew that if the high-level elves were completely absorbed by the ordinary elves, then the dead would give the orcs a chance to destroy themselves.

In this world, there are no permanent enemies, no permanent friends, only permanent interests.

After the orcs control the elves, will Sang really be as calm as his quiet surface? No, there is no one who can stand in this position without ambition. What will he do? How would he choose? Mo Ran didn't want to guess. The only thing she thought about was that the high-level elves cannot be destroyed, because the dead need high-level elves to restrain the orcs. Only in this way can the dead be exchanged for time.

What time?

Time to have a baby.

Mo Ran finally raised his eyes, looked at Xue Changfeng and said, "We need a race to contain the orcs, and we need time."

The fact that the dead cannot have children may not be known to other races, but it is not a secret among the high-level dead. Even ordinary dead must have guessed something when no newborns were born for such a long time. Therefore, This matter must be the most important thing among the dead.

As she said that, she turned her head to look at Li Linlang: "How did it turn out?"

Although Mo Ran never asked about these things, almost everyone knew what she was talking about when Mo Ran spoke. Li Linlang stood up, but her expression was serious: "We have successfully bred four hundred embryos. , selected 200 and implanted 200 mothers respectively, but..."

Li Linlang didn't finish speaking, but all the high-level officials present already knew the result. Although Mo Ran had already expected this, she still frowned: "None of them succeeded?"

"Five successes, but the miscarriage occurred in the sixth week of pregnancy." Li Linlang's character is very hot-tempered, and he usually speaks quite neatly. No one has ever seen Li Linlang who is as cowardly as he is now.

Mo Ran just lowered her eyes, and flicked her fingers lightly on the armrest. Although there was no expression on her face, she was already thinking about other things in her heart—it seemed that the gap must be

Although she didn't believe Mimengcao's statement at all, but at this time, she needed to see everything, didn't she?

Before that, however, she had one other thing to do.

"Since Gu Luen asked for help, did you give the portal?" Mo Ran stood up, and the red dress she was wearing fell to the ground with her movements, like a cloud like fog.

Almost at the same time, everyone realized something.

"Are you going?" Xue Changfeng also stood up, his face anxious, looking very worried.

"I want to take a look." Mo Ran stretched out her hand, and as soon as Ji Zi's long blade appeared in her hand, although it was not a wind blowing snow, it had been used by Mo Ran for more than a year and it was also contaminated. With little blood, the long blade even made a buzzing sound when it appeared in Mo Ran's hands, as if extremely excited.

"But it's too dangerous. The elves are in a mess now. They..." Xue Changfeng tried to persuade Mo Ran, but Mo Ran didn't say anything, so he could only turn his head and glance at He Yu.

He Yu nodded, and then said: "We are allies with the orcs now, we need to negotiate with the orcs for any decision, if we join the battle so easily, we can't explain to the orcs, even if the dead need to send troops, they need to help the elves , we must first reach a unified idea with the orcs before we can make the trip..."

"I'll go by myself." Mo Ran raised her hand and interrupted He Yu and Xue Changfeng directly. "I understand what you're saying, just go ahead and do it. I'm not here to get involved with orcs and elves, let alone high-level elves and ordinary elves. I'm going..." Mo Ran said with a face on his face. A faint smile appeared: "Look at an old friend."

All of a sudden, everyone was taken aback by Mo Ran's theory of looking at an old friend. What old friend? Suddenly, Xue Changfeng remembered something, and just as he was about to say something, he heard Mo Ran say: "Of course I'm not stupid, I represent more than myself, so you have to prepare the potion of disguise..."

Mo Ran smiled and narrowed her eyes while talking. She picked up a soft cloth towel from the table on one side, and gently wiped the cloth in her hand.

If what Mo Ran said just now made the high-level people understand, then they understand every word she said now, but why can't they understand it at all?

Mo Ran didn't mean to explain at all, but just let out a low laugh: "I'm really looking forward to it."

The green palace is covered with purple, huge petals, dotted with countless multi-colored small flowers on the petals, they are struggling to bloom, as if they are exhausted as if they are sucking the last energy.

The moonlight was low, and the lamp outside the window revealed a pale light alone, illuminating the messy rain.

In the depths of this ancient palace was a dim light, and there were vague figures moving.

A three-meter-high crystal mirror stands in the room, reflecting everything in the room. There is a person sitting in front of the crystal mirror. She has thick purple long hair, a beautiful face that is indistinguishable between male and female, and her long ears are from there. Protruding from the long purple hair, she wore a crown made of vines on her head, making her more dignified and handsome.

She was tall, her skin had the light blue color unique to high-level elves, she sat there with her back straight, like a green pine tree that was not shaken even in the wind and rain.

A hand stretched out from the side, the slender fingers seemed to be boneless, and the same light blue skin had faint lines of vines, and with her movements, light purple light flowed from the lines.

This hand turned her face around, and then the other hand stretched out, holding a delicate pen, the thick down on the tip of the pen was covered with bright and strong red, and then, this hand The pen lightly landed on her lips, carefully and carefully depicting those beautiful and full lips.

"Do you like this color?" The owner of both hands asked softly. It was an equally indistinguishable voice, deep but feminine, and her words seemed to come from the nasal cavity, like hooks Slow and slow, stirring the night one after another.

"It's all good." The person in the crystal mirror replied. Their voices were very similar, almost identical. From a distance, it sounded like a person talking to himself, and a sigh of almost defeat came out following her answer. .

"Blame me?" The owner of both hands finally outlined the full lips, she gently turned the face back, facing the mirror, she

For a moment, two identical faces appeared in the clean crystal mirror. They also had thick purple hair, the same long ears, the same pale blue skin, and the same indistinguishable and beautiful face.

The sitting woman lowered her eyes slightly, then she raised her eyes to look at the standing woman in the mirror, and said slowly, "This is my mission."

Then, as if she had heard something, she turned her head and looked out the window. The standing woman asked, "What's wrong?"

The sitting woman shook her head: "It's raining heavily."

"It's quite big." The standing woman also glanced out of the window: "We rarely have such a heavy rain here..." She sighed softly, turned her head to look at the person in the mirror again, Then she bent down again and leaned towards that face, staring at it carefully. After a long time, her long eyelashes trembled, and a teardrop rolled down from the thick part of the eyelashes.

Then, she opened her eyes, gently hugged the man's head with both hands, and just pressed a kiss on the face that was exactly the same as her own: "The high-ranking elves will always remember you!" , my brother."

Gu Luen's eyes flickered slightly, and he still sat there with his back straightened, but his eyes kept quietly falling on the reflection in the crystal mirror...

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