The cannon of rebirth, your uncle's ashes

When Eagle finally left, it was already dawn.The darkness on the horizon has receded in fear under the sunshine, and a new day has descended on this eternal land, and the meandering rivers and towering mountains have re-displayed their forms.

In the hot spring palace, the lingering heat all year round drives out the slightly cold humidity in the forest, and the warm and humid room looks a little illusory due to the pervasive water vapor.

A slightly hunched figure turned around from behind the huge branches and leaves of the Mita tree in the corner, and the black elder robe, which was different from the silver sacrificial robe, swayed slightly with the opponent's advancing pace.

"Priest Vatican." Some old voices echoed in the high roofs with puzzlement and doubts, "You are doing too much... how should the other priests and elders explain..."

The high priest standing tall under the skylight stared at the starlight in the sky that had not completely dissipated. His snow-white beard was slightly raised on his wrinkled face.

"Levin, after all these years, you are still so worried. Although it is good to be cautious, if you are too cautious, you will inevitably miss the gift of fate."

"Missed? We who are destined to be abandoned by fate, how can we talk about missing the gift? Since you, the high priest, have taken out the calamity divination, as the guardians of the elves, we have to sail carefully, and this is the only way for my elves The family has found a glimmer of hope in the gap between the increasingly turbulent fate." The black figure stopped under the torch lit by the magic crystal, and under the light and shadow, a face that looked exactly like the face of the high priest was revealed, but it reflected the ice blue face. The dark eyes, but mixed with the coldness and indifference that are completely different from the high priest, "Priest Vatican, we have no choice."

The old priest sighed deeply, and turned helplessly to the elder in black robe standing behind him.

"Levin, you have to believe me, the astrology has changed. The so-called divination is only to speculate on the future rather than determine the future. Even if the result is dangerous, as long as it has not become a conclusion, everything is still variable..."

The old man in black robe suddenly raised his head, interrupting the other party's words.

"My dear brother, as your younger brother, I believe in you more than anyone else, and I understand the variability of divination results better than anyone else. But it is precisely because I believe in you, and it is precisely because of the variability of results, that we cannot Relax in this critical moment."

"Levin..."

"The divination of calamity, which cannot be said to our group, has been entangled in the fate of the elves like a shadow for hundreds of years. Imagine the race that has been passed down from ancient times to the present , after being oppressed by human beings and being completely cut off from human greed, how can I accept such an ending!"

There was an eerie silence in the room, and all the creatures held their breath carefully until the black-robed man whose chest heaved violently gradually calmed down.

"I lost my composure, High Priest, I will take my leave first."

"Levin."

The footsteps of the black-robed old man stopped slightly, "What orders does the high priest have?"

"For the sake of the changes in the star trails." The white-robed priest once again looked up at the starry sky, "That may be our only hope."

"I know, but I will not allow anyone to drag the elves into a dangerous place."

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At this time, Igor, who was urged by the system to rush to the mission site before returning to his dormitory, was full of resentment.

[Obviously that guy didn't show up until noon, why did I run there early in the morning!Obviously stayed up all night...]

[Early in the morning, just after dawn, the elf prince who just met his beloved human friend yesterday quietly ran out of the palace alone, and rushed to the dark forest. — That’s how the original book was written. 】

Listening to the indifferent voice of the system in his head, Igor became more and more aggrieved.

Obviously, yesterday he violated the content of the original work aboveboard, but today he actually used this broken chicken feather as a token, and the bullying uncle can't resist its broken punishment!

Let the plot master and everything die!No, all children and grandchildren will be cut off!

Igor, who was angrily cursing the system in his heart, seemed to have completely forgotten that the so-called system took him to violate the plot of the original work yesterday.

Anger turned into anger, and no matter how much he complained in his heart, Igor could only obediently follow the system's instructions to Mirkwood.

Compared with yesterday, today's forest looks more gloomy. The closer it is, the more foggy it becomes, the vision decreases, and even the basic forest sunlight can't be seen, as if something bad is happening.

However, this is probably the only way Mirkwood should look like. The so-called clear sky and gentle breeze yesterday, Igor sincerely suspects that it is an abnormal change caused by the protagonist's bastard spirit.

Leaving aside any discriminatory treatment, Igor immediately concentrated on searching for the forest glade marked by the huge pit yesterday.

"The pit...the pit...well, it's there."

He secretly spurned the system's built-in range search navigation that could not display the precise location at all. He sat on the tree trunk behind him with his heels a little bit, and then took out a strange fruit from the hot spring palace from his arms.

Hey, where did the fruit from the Hot Spring Palace come from?

Obviously, it was pulled out from the garden over there when I just came out of the hot spring palace~

[Your behavior of robbers really insults the lintel of the elves. 】Suddenly, the system reappeared like a wandering spirit, and the utterance was even more elegant and ancient Chinese. In an instant, Eagle coughed violently in shock.

[Ahem...you...cough...you bastard!You, you...cough cough cough...how could you have such...such an accent...]

[See it from inside your head. ] As if understanding Eagle's thoughts, the system replied confidently, 【I've been a little bored recently. 】

How unscrupulous!What a wild provocation!This kind of tone seems to be slightly disgusted by picking up a novel and reading it!This is contempt that I can't do anything with the system, right?

Although I really can't do anything about it...

There is no future without human rights!

[…] Feeling that he had been hurt, Igor instantly felt grief and indignation. Looking at the vast sky, he suddenly felt the sadness of "I have no ambitions in my life, and I don't have the power to bind chickens in my hands".

He took a bite of the fruit in his mouth viciously, and looking at the core in his hand, Igor casually aimed at the pit dug by someone not far away yesterday, and threw it as hard as if he saw Huangmao himself.

Can't clean up the highly intelligent creatures like the system, can't I throw things to vent my anger!

I'll smash you to death, the protagonist Huang Mao!I'll smash you to death, you unlucky bastard!

"puff--"

It was not the expected hollow entry into the pit. Accompanied by a somewhat soft muffled sound, the fruit core bounced twice on the soft mud beside the pit, and then stayed in place alone.

"..."

With his slightly lowered head, he couldn't see his expression clearly, but the hand on his side was gradually clenched. Then, accompanied by the violent swing of the branch, Igor stood up abruptly, raised his hand from the branch next to his face, Pulled off a bunch of hard green fruits, and threw them all away.

"Heaven and earth conscience! It's unlucky to dare to bully labor and management. You won't be obediently thrown into the pit even if you throw a fruit core. Let's see if I don't smash you to death!"

Countless young fruits slid through the graceful parabola in the air, and then——

Together with the lonely core, it forms a beautiful landscape.

"!!!"

Igor, who was standing on the tree, turned pale instantly, pulled up his long sleeves and pushed them to his joints, then grabbed the last fruit fiercely and weighed it firmly.

"Look at my invincible Elf cast!"

The last fruit floated crookedly through the air, and then, in the eyes of its many brothers and sisters, in the sight of the comfort of the core, in the sight of Igor who has become depressed again——

disappeared at the mouth of the cave.

【Huh? 】Iger blinked his eyes, then blinked again, 【Hey, MX, did you just enter? 】

【…】

[Hey, you're in!Yes, yes! 】

【…】

"Bahaha! It turns out that labor and management still have character!"

Accompanied by a smug cheer, Igor jumped and ran straight towards the pit, as if he planned to pick out the precious fruit that carried all his elven qualities as a proof to show off to others that he still has quality.

However, the God of Destiny is obviously in a rare good mood, and seems to favor Eagle, the unfortunate cannon fodder, more than ever.

When Igor stood by the pit and pulled out the weeds that were half overhanging the edge of the pit, the first thing he saw was not the fruit that he loved so much for a second, but——

A man half sitting in a pool of blood.

The dark shirt was a bit torn, and it could be vaguely seen that it was the standard of the army.Probably because the pit was relatively small, the slender legs could only curl up weakly.The long black hair was scattered over his shoulders, and Eagle's keen eyesight could clearly see the many solidified blood clots mixed in it. The face covered by the hair seemed too pale probably due to blood loss.

Although his eyes were closed, it can still be inferred from his tightly pursed lips, thin edges and corners, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword firmly in a coma, that this is a silent and resolute man.

The chill and blood that hit his face made the elves who love and admire nature feel dizzy for a while, but Igor's instinct buried deep in his soul clearly told him——

Such a human who is covered in blood and still has the same killing intent...

is a real powerhouse.

Thump, thump.

For the first time, Igor, who has always held the mentality of "Anyway, I have the system, I just need to follow the steps" mentality, felt the enthusiasm rushing in his blood vessels, and his heart was beating unstoppably, gradually speeding up. As for the somewhat unusual flush on his fair face.

In fact, for this world, whether it is the memory of the original owner or the narratives of other elves, it is too general and vague.The elves have been hidden from the world for too long. Although this kind of seclusion has not made them truly out of human control, generations of elves still insist on guarding themselves in the forest.

Cocooning yourself.

It is precisely this state of the elves that makes Wei Peng, named Yigel, unable to truly integrate into this world after coming to this world for so long.

In this way, there is almost no flow of life, which is too peaceful and too stupid.

It will only make the blade of life gradually rust.

In Eagle's view, this is just a heaven without God.

I am already dead, even if I enter the kingdom of heaven, I will die the same way, so how can I live hard to create a life as thrilling and exciting as my previous life without regretting it?

Therefore, he continued the original owner's absurdity, the original owner's stupidity, and the original owner's willfulness. Apart from dying as cannon fodder, Eagle had no intention of trying to change anything else.

However, all of this changed the moment Igor saw the man at the bottom of the pit.

It turns out that the blood in this world is also red.

It turns out that this is what the strong in this world look like.

It turns out that there is another way of living that is different from the elves.

Ripples rippled round and round in the green eyes, as if a wild beast was awakening.

I must go out.

I should have a share of the fun in this world!