Lugia, my name of the elf

According to legend, there was a tribe that lived in the southernmost corner of the Northern Continent for generations;

They rest at sunset and work at sunrise;

The tribal people are hard-working and make a living by hunting, fishing, and picking wild fruits;

Over the long years, this ancient tribe has barely survived in the cruel nature, forged ahead, and continued the tribe's bloodline and belief in nature.

One day over a long period of time, accompanied by the largest plate movement in the history of the planet;

A part of the southernmost corner of the northern continent split open and slowly swam toward the ocean close to the equator.

After an unknown number of years, the isolated island in the ocean was divided into eight parts;

From the original island, it became a larger main island and seven other smaller islands.

The ancestors of the tribe fought desperately to survive in the storm and tsunami, striving for the continuation of civilization;

They worship nature, revere nature, and are close to nature. In the dark corners of the world stage, they conscientiously interpret the history of human struggle of their lineage.

But one day, a powerful demon descended on the largest main island.

Thus, the tragedy and pain belonging to the people of the Seven Islands began here;

Life, no matter how fragile it is, will still find a way to survive...

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The first of the seven islands, in the wooden house of a certain tribe resident.

"Sister, eat the fruit!" Vilia handed a red fruit to the woman in front of her.

"Sister doesn't eat, Velia is still growing, you should eat more." The woman suppressed the great grief in her heart and said with a forced smile.

"Velia is not hungry. My sister is a female warrior. She wants to fight those sea monsters. Sister, eat!" Vilia still insisted on her idea and handed the red fruit to the woman again.

Looking at her well-behaved and sensible sister, the woman could no longer bear it. She held her beloved sister tightly in her arms and cried uncontrollably;

"Sister, what's wrong with you?" Vilia raised her confused eyes and looked at the woman in confusion.

"Clap."

"Clap."

Drops of heartbroken tears are the reluctance deep in a woman’s heart to face the eternal separation;

Even more so in this life, I feel extremely painful that my only relative is about to pass away.

"Woooo~" Vilia suddenly became tearful when she saw her sad sister.

Although I don’t know why my sister is crying, my sister’s sadness is also her sadness.

Vilia raised her little hand, wiped the woman's tears, and asked with concern:

"Sister, is someone bullying you? Hum, when Vilia grows up, I will definitely help you bully her back!"

But Vilia's words of comfort had no effect at all;

When the woman heard the word "grow up", she cried even more miserably.

She no longer responded to her sister, but hugged Vilia even tighter, screaming helplessly in her heart:

"My father died at the hands of a sea monster, and my mother also passed away when she gave birth to Velia."

"But, my God, have you ever heard my sincere prayers every morning and every night?"

"Vilia is my last relative, but why did you take her away too?"

"O omnipotent god, are you really listening?"

"I cannot live alone in this world. God, are you testing me too harshly?"

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The second of the seven islands, in the wooden house of the leader of the sub-island.

"Sorry, I can't help it." The man lowered his head and said in a low tone.

Opposite him, stood a woman;

This woman's eyes were red and she had a look of resentment!

"Feifei, it's your daughter!" the woman said sadly, her voice almost hoarse.

"I know that just because I am the leader of Fendao, I cannot use my rights to let other people's daughters go." The man hid the sadness in his heart deeply and said expressionlessly.

"But that's my daughter too! Why did you act on your own?!"

"Why are you! Why?!" the woman screamed, and even rushed over, strangling her husband's neck with her weak hands.

"Sorry, I have my responsibility!" The leader of Fendao allowed his wife to punch and kick him, but his expression was like a dry stone on the seashore, without any change.

But only the man himself understood, even though there were no tears in his eyes;

But his heart was bleeding silently.

"Woooooo!"

"Feifei, mom is sorry for you!"

"I am so sorry!"

"The gods of mercy have no mercy on you, my poor child!"

In the silent night, a woman's helpless whine came from the house...

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The third of the seven islands, the island defense brigade.

"Captain, Lolita is the daughter of the former captain and the son of a hero. We can't treat her like this!" A soldier stood up from his chair and objected firmly.

"Yes, if you do this, it will chill the other warriors!" Another warrior slapped the table and objected.

"Lolita is an orphan and should be taken care of by us. How can we hand her over?!" The warrior beside the two people also spoke up and agreed.

In the tent of the Wei Island Brigade, the leader of the team was silent for a long time. His distorted eyes scanned the three soldiers who opposed his decision.

After thinking for a long time, he decided to speak;

But because he felt guilty and was even more afraid of God's punishment, he had no choice but to question the three of them with a trembling tone:

"I remember that all three of you have girls of the right age in your family."

"Since Lolita is the son of a hero, how about the selection be decided from the three of your families?"

Hearing this, the faces of all the soldiers in the tent suddenly turned pale;

The gazes of the three previous warriors were invariably hidden everywhere.

One was silent, one lost his voice, and one bowed his head.

God be damned, but the captain's words were like the devil's words from hell, and no one dared to respond.

Dozens of soldiers were sitting in the tents of the entire Wei Island brigade;

But at this moment, it was strangely quiet;

It was as if there was no one alive in this tent.

I couldn't even hear my breathing clearly.

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The fourth of the seven islands, the place of death row.

"How about this time, are there any girls who can be sacrificed to the Demon God?" A gloomy question came from the darkness.

"Not many, there are only two. One is named Hela, and the other is seriously ill. I don't think he will survive this year." A hoarse voice answered in the darkness.

"It doesn't matter, we can continue to frame and wrongly accuse those families with girls. Kill their parents and take away their daughters!" The gloomy voice was disapproving, giving people a sense of indifference and even ease.

"Haha, is it a sin to have a daughter?" the hoarse voice asked sarcastically.

"Sin or not, there will naturally be divine judgment if my wife gives birth to a daughter." The gloomy voice became even gloomier.

"What will happen?" the hoarse voice asked curiously.

"I will throw her into the sea with my own hands and return her to our omnipotent gods!" The gloomy voice was cold.

"You will be punished by the gods!" The hoarse voice made him a little scared.

"Hahaha, the great gods have forgotten us a long time ago! What are you still afraid of?" A gloomy voice laughed wildly, and its voice was unusually harsh in the dungeon.