One Hundred Ways to Become a God

The blood elf relaxed his grip on his back.

He Yan raised his head.

With his movements, snowflakes shook off the white fluff on the brim of his hat, falling on half of the blood elf's face, and one of them happened to fall into the blood elf's blood-colored pupils, staining it with moisture. .

He couldn't help reaching out and touching the corner of the blood elf's eyes, but in exchange the man's arm sank viciously.

The shaking of his body made him reflexively hug the man's neck again to maintain his balance.

Fortunately, the man hugged him very firmly, I just wanted to tease him.

He Yan knelt on the man's chest in retaliation, looked down at the elf, and asked softly, "...are you an elf?"

As we all know, there are only two races in the Forest of Eternal Night.

One of them is Warcraft.

But Warcraft cannot be transformed into a human form. Even a high-level Warcraft can at best understand some human nature. In the history of Teresa Continent, there has never been a Warcraft that can walk in the world in the form of a human.

Besides the monsters, the only other race in the Forest of Eternal Night——

That is to say, existence is the elves who are located in the depths of the forest and cannot hide from the world.

The blood elf had already hinted at this, and he would be too stupid if he couldn't "guess" it.

This is a sub-question.

The corners of the blood elf's lips curled up slightly, and he praised him rather pompously: "You're so smart."

"But," He Yan paused, and when he spoke again, there was a trace of hesitation in his voice, "As far as I know, elves don't suck blood..."

In the general understanding of Teresa, elves are pure and beautiful, they are arrogant, they eat plants and morning dew, and hate everything that smells of blood.

There is never a single record of the Elves having a special love of blood.

If it is true, this is more like the habit of other evil races.

The curvature of the blood elf's mouth remained the same, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, a dark color flashed in his eyes, and his voice was strangely low in the cold wind: "There are also different kinds of elves."

Even if the elf mother tree admits that the blood elves are part of the elves, in fact, facing such a "kind" that is almost completely opposite to their own living habits, the elves are not very close to the blood elves.

——Although, he doesn't need those closeness.

However, this is still the case for people of the same race, let alone people of other races.

He may not care about the opinions of his fellow clansmen, but at this moment, when he completely revealed his "alien" identity in front of Cecil, he couldn't control his heart, which hadn't been abnormal for a long time, to keep losing its rhythm. beating.

The wind suddenly picked up, and the bitter cold wind was mixed with countless chaotic snowflakes, like a violent rain of white flowers, sweeping through the air, but happened to avoid the positions of the two of them.

He stared unblinkingly at the bright black pupils of Son of Light with his captivating blood pupils, waiting for his reaction.

"Well," Guangming Shengzi pondered for a while, and suddenly asked an unexpected question, "Can I see your original appearance?"

As if he was afraid that the blood elves would not understand, he continued to emphasize: "I mean that kind—all of them."

All of them, the kind that show their pointy ears.

The blood elf blinked blankly. At that moment, he didn't even control the surrounding enchantment well, causing a gust of snowflakes to be caught by the wind and hit his thigh mercilessly, leaving a hole on the gorgeous knight pants. A mess of traces.

He silently re-reinforced the invisible barrier to keep out the wind and snow, and then promised him word by word: "When we arrive, you can look anywhere you want."

He Yan: "..."

Was he deliberately misinterpreting what he meant?

Then there is the boring rush.

The Forest of Eternal Night has a very large area.

Because no creature has ever come out alive after going deep into it, no one on the continent of Deland has ever been able to tell how wide it is.

He Yan didn't realize how unfathomable this forest was until he walked in it himself.

Although the blood elf's speed was fast, the unchanging snow and the repeated white and green trees soon made him feel deeply tired visually, and in the end he even felt a little dizzy.

The blood elf had no choice but to lower his arms so that the Son of Light could sleep drowsily on his shoulders with his arms around his neck.

This little mouse is so squeamish that he can't even stand the tiredness of traveling.

I don't know how long it took before He Yan was awakened by a scream.

When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was a slender humanoid creature.

He has smooth long light green hair that hangs down to his waist, his eyebrows and eyes are very delicate and beautiful, and a pair of pale, green agate-like eyes are looking at them nervously.

Under the cover of the long hair, two long ear tips are faintly exposed on both sides of the cheeks.

— This is an elf.

They have arrived.

He Yan instantly woke up.

It should have been only two or three o'clock in the afternoon when he fell asleep, but now the sky is completely dark, and there are two or three sparse stars hanging in the night, emitting faint starlight.

The surroundings are still the scenery of the Forest of Eternal Night, and the trees are covered with white snow, but the trees here are already extremely thick and tall, towering into the clouds, and it is difficult to see the position of the crown of the trees.

The snow has almost stopped, there are only a few sporadic small snowflakes, twisting and turning in the air.

Because the appearance of the elf in front of him was really difficult to distinguish between male and female, he even deliberately glanced at the elf's chest.

flat.

It appears to be a male elf.

Noticing where his gaze fell, the blood elf who was holding him narrowed his eyes for an instant, and the hand around his waist moved slightly, and through the thick bishop's uniform, he pinched the Son of Light precisely. A little bit of soft flesh on his waist that he had cultivated during this period of time.

He Yan trembled from being pinched by him, and took a small breath of cold air from his throat.

Then he suddenly realized that he was still being hugged by the blood elf in that child-holding position.

Just now in the Forest of Eternal Night, he was the only one who could hypnotize himself with monsters, but now he caught off guard and saw the same kind of target, and the shame of being temporarily abandoned by him came back all of a sudden.

He held the man's shoulders tightly, pressing his voice and urged, "Ambrose, put me down."

The blood elf didn't force it, he obediently put his arm around his waist and let him go.

It's just that one hand is still stubbornly pressing on his shoulder in a very possessive way.

The elf's vision at night is obviously very good. When He Yan finished fighting with the blood elf and finally stepped on the ground, he met the elf opposite... with a dull gaze.

He Yan: "..."

Thinking of his ambiguous behavior of being entangled with the blood elf just now, for some reason, he always had a subtle feeling of following his partner home and coming out of the closet.

However, if you have to say it like this...is it right?

But the blood elves obviously don't have so many worries.

He raised his eyes and said coldly to the elf on the opposite side: "Zell, open the passage."

The elf named "Zell" seemed to be very afraid of blood elves, and carefully looked at his blood-stained pupils, and finally warned him very imposingly: "...you know us According to the rules, no outsiders can be brought in."

There was a trace of coldness between the blood elf's brows and eyes: "This is not up to you, I have already notified the queen."

As he said, his fingertips fumbled slightly on the handle of the saber, and he didn't know what switch was turned on, and a small hole was exposed on the handle.

He reached out and took out a small green object, and threw it in the direction of the green-eyed elf.

Zell took the thing, looked at it carefully for a long time, and after confirming that it was really a pass with the power of the Elf Queen, his expression suddenly collapsed, and he said unwillingly: "Okay."

Although the elves hide from the world, they do not have no communication with the outside world.

In some special occasions, the elf queen will also issue a pass for foreigners, inviting them to the elves' territory.

He threw the pass back to the blood elf, took two steps back, a ball of gentle green light escaped from his palm, after shaking twice in the air, it flew up and merged into an invisible illusory plane, sparking a wave Circle the general fluctuations of water waves.

Under the night, this blob of green slowly expanded, and finally formed a small, oval "door".

The blood elf embraced the Son of Light who was a head lower than him, stepped forward a few steps, and stepped into the illusory door.

A burst of green light filled He Yan's eyes, and after a short blur of vision, a very familiar picture appeared in front of him.

He froze for a moment, and blessed himself with a night vision technique so that he could see the scenery in front of him more clearly.

At first glance, there is no difference between this place and the Evernight Forest outside. There are tall and sturdy trees standing vigorously and unsophisticated between the sky and the earth. The luxuriant tree crowns are like dense green clouds, lingering in the sky as far as the eye can see. .

But if you look carefully, you will find that this place is actually completely different from the Forest of Eternal Night.

Perhaps because of the overly ominous atmosphere, the trees in the Forest of Eternal Night always have a gloomy color, which makes people feel depressed.

But every plant here, even the tiny weeds under the feet, has a breath of vitality stretched out from the tip of its leaves.

And more importantly, there is no snow here.

All the trees are full of vitality, with the shyness and tenderness of spring.

It is said that there is no cold winter and scorching sun in the territory of the elves, only the never-ending spring, where the plants will get the youth that never fades, until the leaves fall and the petals go into the soil.

He had previously thought that this statement was just an exaggeration of the legend.

To isolate the territory of an ethnic group from the outside world and keep it in one season forever, would the power required be more than indescribable?

...Probably only divine power can achieve such an effect.

A vague guess suddenly crossed He Yan's mind.

Will the existence of the elves be related to the gods of the high plane.

The information he got about this world mainly revolved around Cecil's life.

Regarding the elves, he only knew that they were still miraculously undisturbed after the chaos in Deland, and they remained in seclusion as if they were independent from the world, and they were not mixed into the muddy water at all.

This now appears to be highly doubtful.

Although the Forest of Eternal Night is a dangerous place for the creatures of Deland, but for the gods of the high plane, this danger is nothing.

Although the elves do not have a high sense of presence in the continent of Deland, they are still a recorded race. According to the ferocious attitude of the high-level gods who want to roll up their sleeves for their beliefs, how could they let go of the fat of the elves? Woolen cloth?

The blood elf looked at him in a daze, only quietly wrapped his arms around his shoulders, and didn't disturb his meditation.

After all, this is the first time to come to the elves that are not open to outsiders, so it is only natural that the little mouse was surprised for a while.

Although strictly speaking, he went to the Theresa Empire when he was a child, and he didn't live in the ethnic group for a long time, but he must also admit that this place is indeed one of the most beautiful places in the entire Theresa Continent.

But he didn't make a sound, but he couldn't guarantee that no one would disturb him.

Before He Yan had time to think about it, his thoughts were pulled out of his contemplation by the movement from a distance.

It was a group of elves, their figures were hidden among the branches of trees, occasionally showing their faces and long hair, spying on them from afar.

Because they were too far away, He Yan couldn't see the expressions on their faces clearly.

In the pitch-black night, these elves with eyes and hair of various colors had a strangely low sense of presence. If it wasn't for the high enough divine power of this body, he might not have been able to spot these figures.

Seeing that there were more and more elves, the blood elf obviously had no interest in standing here for people to watch. He hugged the Son of Light by the waist, ignored his blurted protests, and quickly left the place with him in his arms.

After a few ups and downs, it stopped in front of a small house made of tree trunks.

After he was finally put down, He Yan's face was almost red to the point of smoking.

Half gas, half hot.

Under the watchful eyes of so many elves, the blood elf hugged him in such a simple and rude way as a princess.

——Now there is no need for them to speak, as long as an intelligent creature can see the ambiguous relationship between them.

Although there was no plan to hide the relationship between the two in front of the elves, it would be too embarrassing to come out in this way.

However, the blood elves beside him didn't seem to feel his embarrassment at all, and their blood-colored eyes narrowed slightly, with a hint of obvious joy in them.

He Yan wanted to talk to him about the "correct way to come out" and said, "Ambrose—"

However, the blood elf stretched out his fingertips and gently touched his forehead, interrupting his words: "Honey, let's go in and change first."

Indeed, because it is eternal spring here, winter clothes with strong thermal insulation are no longer suitable here. In the very short period of time when he came in, thin beads of sweat had already appeared on He Yan's forehead.

He Yan was successfully diverted from the topic.

But it wasn't because of the topic in the mouth of the blood elves, but——

He looked at the small house in front of him and asked, "Is this your house?"

He was still very curious about the place where the blood elves lived when they were young.

The blood elf pursed his lips, "Of course."

He stretched out his hand to push open the loosely closed door, and He Yan walked in right behind him.

This is a very simply furnished room.

A bed, a table and chairs, and a small wardrobe standing in the corner.

Although it can be seen that no one has lived in it for a long time, it is still kept clean, and there is no trace of dust on the furniture.

The blood elf asked him to sit on the bed, and opened the closet to find clothes for him.

He Yan stretched out his hand to touch the bed under him. Perhaps it was because the temperature was livable all the year round, and the bedding was very thin, so it should not be soft to sleep on.

Thinking of many years ago, the little blood elf was lying on this bed, wrapped in a thin quilt, with her pointed ears sticking out, and might open her mouth slightly when she fell asleep, revealing a faint, Bai Shengsheng's little fangs...

His heart suddenly softened into a mess.

I can't wait to go back to the childhood of the blood elves, hug the little blood elves in my arms and rub them.

Then the blood elf came back with a set of white clothes.

Seeing that the Holy Son of Light was still sitting on the bed stupidly wrapped in a heavy winter coat, and didn't know how to take it off, the blood elf had no choice but to help him take off the bishop's coat, stripped him clean, and changed him into a thin winter coat. And soft new clothes.

He Yan touched the soft corner of the new clothes, raised his head and asked, "Is this your old clothes?"

The blood elf looked at his cute appearance wrapped in his own old clothes, leaned over and kissed the tip of his nose happily: "Well, I wore it when I was 15 years old, if you grow up a bit, there will be no clothes for you here wore."

The lifespan of the elves is two to three times longer than that of humans, and the coming-of-age ceremony can be held when humans are, but the elves will not enter adulthood until they are 29 years old.

15 years old, by elf standards, should still be an age between infancy and teenager.

He Yan only knew that the blood elves had been undercover in the Teresan Empire for a long time, but he did not expect that he would leave his clan at such a young age.

His heart was sour, he couldn't help stretching out his arms to wrap his arms around the blood elf's neck in front of him, and kissed his slightly raised lips.

Although he didn't know why the Holy Son of Light suddenly acted so proactively, the blood elf was undoubtedly very happy about it. He opened his lips and took the initiative to deepen the kiss before the Holy Son of Light retreated.

If he hadn't been so pressed for time, he would have developed the kiss into a full-on nightly affair.

It's just a pity that the cardinal and the paladins are still waiting for them outside the Forest of Eternal Night. In order to avoid causing panic, they cannot stay here for too long.

So after entangled with the Son of Light with lips and tongue for a few minutes, the blood elf could only take the initiative to end this intimacy full of regret.

"I will take you to the Holy Pool and pull out the seed in your body," the blood elf finally kissed his forehead, and said, "Wait here for a while, I'll go outside to find a piece of clothing."

The holy pool is located under the elf mother tree, which is the most sacred existence of the entire elf clan. He must not go there wearing a knight uniform belonging to the Holy See.

That is a desecration of the elf mother tree.

After saying this, the blood elf turned and walked out of the hut.

Then, in less than 10 minutes, he walked in extremely quickly wearing a white shirt similar to He Yan's.

Caught off guard, He Yan finally saw the original appearance of the blood elf that he had been thinking about.

The blood elf's face didn't change much, but it became more refined in the subtleties, coupled with the pair of blood pupils that seemed to be surging with fresh blood, it showed a bit of temptation for no reason.

Like a despicable hunter who lures its prey in the dark relying on its beauty.

Then there was the skin color, the blood elf's skin turned into an almost transparent whiteness, as if he could see traces of light blood vessels flowing under the skin.

His light blond hair, which was usually neatly combed to the back of his head, was also loosely let down, hanging down on his cheeks and forehead. The ends of the hair were slightly curled, like countless tender kitten paws, scratching people's hearts Itchy bottom.

Of course, the most important thing is the two slender, pointed ears on both sides of the blood elf's cheeks!

He Yan's eyes lit up instantly.

So the blood elf saw that the moment the Holy Son of Light saw him, the pure black pupils seemed to be filled with countless small pieces of gentle starlight, rushing towards him.

He Yan got up from the bed, quickly walked in front of the blood elf, leaned on his shoulder, and carefully observed the blood elf's ear.

That ear was only slightly larger than a human's in width, but fully twice as long as a human's.

However, because of the temperament, such ears do not make the elf's head look bulky or discordant, but blend with the elf's own temperament, making it look particularly slender and lovely.

The skin on it seems to be very thin, and the tiny blood vessel imprints on the pinna can be seen clearly, and it seems that it will be injured if it is bullied roughly.

He Yan couldn't help but reached out and touched the tip of the blood elf's ear.

The blood elf's body stiffened instantly.

Like the fangs, the tips of the ears are also sensitive points for blood elves.

And to be more precise, the tips of the ears that haven't been harassed by the Holy Son of Light are much more sensitive than the fangs that have been harassed countless times.

The author has something to say: Yan Yan: After taking a sip of the juvenile version of the blood elf, and then taking another sip of the adult version, I feel so happy (*▽*)