Presenting nesting dolls to the beautiful world

At the beginning of the topic change, it was a question from the second prince Morris.

"So," Morris asked, "what is the deep hatred between them that makes them fight like this as soon as they meet..."

"Because the degeneration of the ancient elves is not without warning, and that is the disaster caused by the ancestors of the vampires." Victoria whispered, "I mean...they have been corrupted from the root. Can you understand? "

"...corruption?" Morris also asked in a low voice: "Where is the corruption? I think the ancient elves have been thriving except for the biological experiments that are not considered moral."

"That's the biggest corruption," Victoria said.

Morris froze for a moment: "Biological experiments?"

"No." Victoria replied, "I mean, the so-called 'thriving'."

Lei Zhe sighed.

Yes, 'Thriving'...he knew it, he'd seen it.

"At the beginning of the existence of the elves, they did not have the concept of upper and lower classes, nor did they have the concept of material enjoyment, and they would not consider launching wars and cultural invasions... Do you think that in the most prosperous era of ancient elf civilization, Is it normal that all races love them and want to be them?"

Victoria looked down at the battlefield filled with mysterious light arrows, and said in a deep voice, "Do you know what is the biggest obstacle to the development of ephemeral civilization?"

ephemeral civilization...

Morris thought for a while and asked, "What is the standard for this 'short-lived species'?"

"The average lifespan is less than 500 years."

"Forgotten," Morris replied quickly.

"..." Victoria looked at him helplessly: "There are many races with genetic inheritance. Think again."

"……That……"

This time, Morris pondered for half a minute before replying: "...infighting. Repeat infighting."

That's right, repeat the infighting.

Taking human beings as an example, since the early days of human civilization, endless struggles have occurred within this group.

Mutual encumbrance, mutual calculation, mutual utilization, mutual enmity...From the horizontal division of classes to the vertical division of groups, human beings are proficient in infinitely classifying everyone within themselves who are disgusting but have to be in it, and Habitually hold all kinds of complicated emotions towards other groups, until the contradictions born in it can no longer be easily erased.

The most dangerous weapon is used against the same race, the most powerful combat power is used to guard against the same race, the most terrifying scheming is used to plot against the same race, and the most ruthless attitude is used to face the same race...

This is human beings, and this is the 'short-lived species inherited without memory'.

The shortness of life and the unevenness of material make them never stop fighting.

The inability of memory to be passed on and the ease of recording to be damaged and changed make them never remember the lessons they have learned.

They are naturally a horizontal spiral, sometimes rising and sometimes falling, in the process of writing their own history, repeating every stupid thing that their predecessors have done,

"That's right." Victoria nodded, "Repeat the infighting, the division, every mistake and betray the same clan in exchange for benefits and enjoyment..."

Morris gritted his teeth.He thought back on his days in Gaelin, and couldn't agree more with this statement for a while.

His expression was obvious, but Victoria didn't pay attention to what the young swordsman was thinking. She just patted her hands lightly to attract his attention.

"Think about it, there is such a race," she said, "as long as they oppress their own people, they can get benefits and enjoyment. As long as they divide their own classes, they can prevent those under oppression from getting ahead. As long as Selling everything of those lower class people can add a beautiful flower to the table of the nobility..."

Morris always felt that she was expressing that human beings couldn't do it.

"...And we all know that in the process of human development, all of this will be a 'permanent cycle'. It has always existed, but there will always be people who try to destroy all these rotten 'rules' and let the new The world is built from the ashes, and after some days the next cycle of decay follows."

Morris' expression brightened a little.

That's right, that's it, people...

"...But," Victoria interrupted his thoughts, "what if this oppressive, segmented and comprador race also has the characteristics of 'memory inheritance' and 'longevity'?"

"..."

... Maurice's eyes widened suddenly.

He looked at Victoria, his lips trembling slightly, his back felt cold, and his hair stood on end.

……

Lei Zhe on the side closed his eyes.

Ah, yes, yes...he knew what was going to happen.

That race, it will freeze, it will solidify, and it will become a look that neither its mother nor themselves once wanted to see.

It is more difficult for a group to go up than for an individual to go up.

And if a group wants to go down... it's easier than going down alone.

Ever since they were imported with the dross of the short-lived species, the elves' way to rise in class has been blocked by their longevity and memory inheritance... Everything else that happened can be imagined.

In the early stages of a civilization's vulnerable development, the longevity of individuals is not a good thing at all.

A race is thus destroyed.

"And that is the appearance of 'order' being corrupted by 'chaos'." Victoria said, "the ancestors of vampires were the first group of elves who began to divide their internal classes. They used wealth as the basis for measuring everything , even if there are too many piles of that thing, it will be meaningless to their own life and death."

The sound of metal and iron clanging downstairs is still going on.Lei Zhe could feel that the vampire was about to win a decisive victory, because the elf had no combat experience at all, and his abilities were not too strong.

He looked over the two men squatting behind the broken wall and watched the battle below.

He could see that, just as 'Garland' thought at the beginning, that elf was a completely new life, a completely new race.He doesn't even seem to be able to rip the memories of other creatures from their brains.

Today, the Black Forest elves who have lost the memory of their ancestors have been reverted back to the appearance of the original "son of nature". When it came to the dark realm, this elf was only instinctively hostile to the culprits who caused the destruction of the ancient elves.

The ongoing dispute is definitely not initiated by the elves... It's just that the descendants of the ancient elves, those 'blood races', are worried about their redevelopment, and they are looking for 'old acquaintances' they don't know at all to settle accounts.

... Tsk.

Lei Zhe: I don't like it.

Don't ask, asking is because you don't like this kind of behavior...!

The corners of his mouth moved.So, under the bullet screen full of players discussing profound philosophies and political thoughts, in the CG screen of handsome men and beautiful women squatting in a row, a pair of hands suddenly came out from the darkness behind them and patted them on the shoulders.

Two people:"………………!!!!!!!"

They were so frightened that they wanted to dodge and counterattack conditionedly, but they were caught by the weapons one by one with both hands, and then they became stiff and unable to move.

Two people: "……………………"

They watched as the hands lowered their weapons slowly, and even held them in their hands to admire them twice, as if they had automatically turned their backs and removed their armor.

But the players have already recognized the person from the gloves on those hands.

【Kada...! ! ! 】

The darkness fades.

From the familiar armguards, to the dark and heavy clothes, to the belt on the solid chest that obliquely fastens the long knife behind...

The smiling face of 'Karen' appeared between the two.

"Look what I found? A disciple of Garland, and Garland's eldest sister..." His tone was full of joy and deep familiarity, "What are you talking about? Let me this 'Garland' Friends' also listen?"

"..."

【……Grass! ! ! 】

【What kind of bad water is Kadi hiding?】

【Killing me】

【He looks so bad...】

[? Big guts!How dare you describe the mouth of a great hunter like that! 】

[But there is one thing to say, Jia Dad is really handsome, handsome even with stubble, and handsome with white sideburns, in short, he is so handsome QAQ I will stick with my dad!Daddy boil me! 】

[?Friends pants fly. 】

[What pants, don’t want pants, I put them on to accumulate merit freely]

[Good guy, the automatic merit release of the pants will bring life back, right?]

Is there someone who accumulates merit like you...! !

Lei Zhe ignored this kind of barrage and patted the shoulders of the two in front of him. ! ! ' and 'Wait this hunter says he's Garland's friend...what's going on? ' with a smile in his eyes: "Don't worry, I have no malicious intentions..."

He paused, and while the two were trying to hide the eyes of "I believe you have ghosts", he continued the sentence: "...At least not now."

He whispered softly and ambiguously in the ears of the two, there was no peculiar smell on his body, and the same was true of his breath.

But the two of them seemed to smell a strong smell of blood, as sweet as ice and iron.

"—hope you... can make me 'never have'," he said. "What do you think?"

………………

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After some friendly and peaceful consultations, half an hour later, the three reached a consensus.

Morris clutched his stunned head, and Victoria Lisi hugged her sealed staff. The two agreed to temporarily become the teammate of the terrifying hunter 'Garon Onsis' , and (Morris swore with his eyes closed that he was really not being coerced) shared with him the information that could be shared at present.

Most of them are related to what 'Merial' has done these days, but Victoria refused to answer the question of why she became a witch anyway, as long as she mentioned it, she said, "It's better to kill me than you bar' expression.

Under the rare request of 'Garland' in the spiritual space, Lei Zhe kindly let go of this topic.

After sorting out the information, Lei Zhe looked down again at the elf whose heart was about to be pierced by a sword.

He smiled slightly, grabbed the swordsman beside him and threw it out, but did not move Victoria.

Amid Morris' screams of "Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing?!", 'Karen' pulled out the long knife behind his back and jumped out!

……

Gananthal is a newly hatched elf.

...To be precise, it is 'the only elf that hatched and was born less than two years ago'.

In the past two years, Gananthal was alone... Well, Yijing, in a forest that could not get out, he survived by relying on his instinctive desire to survive and a little knowledge from the most basic subconscious...

Those knowledge seem to come from something called 'Farnan'.Passed along with the knowledge is a satisfying and sour... emotion?should……

In short, he is alone, and in the place where he lives, there are many things that don't look like plants. They fall on the ground in all directions. Compared with those vibrant trees, they are more like strange-looking trees. 'Stone'.

Gananthal knew that it should come from beings like him that once existed there.

There should have been many beings like him before, and they all gathered here, but now there are none.He could only see scorched black everywhere, some of which were similar to his shape, but broken.

Gananthal didn't know what was going on, it wasn't included in the knowledge given to him by 'Farnan' long before he was born.

But he does know that his name is 'Ganan Sal' - or rather, it should be 'Jar Nan Sal', where 'Sal' is his 'name', and 'Ganan'...

'Knowledge' told him that two lives had paid for his existence before he was born.

One of them is 'Farnan', who is his 'mother' to those unborn elves.

And the other's name is 'Garland'.

According to the law of reproduction in nature, since he already has a mother...

Nagarland, probably—

"It's my father."

Facing the tall male 'human' who saved him from defeat against an unfamiliar enemy, Gananthal, who had just arrived, subconsciously gave the answer he had been thinking about for two years.

"Accordingly, the syllable of the name of 'mother' should be placed first, but the last wish of 'Farnan' is to let us no longer be headed by him, so I put the initial syllable of the name of 'father' in front ..."

The adult Elf Gananthar whose real age is an imaginary two years old, his posture of answering the question is so elegant that he hardly looks like a child under two years old.

He thought he answered this question correctly and perfectly...

...It's just that he didn't know why after he said the answer, the red-eyed human and the two blue-eyed humans beside him showed... er, the expression of being struck by lightning? ? ?