[Comprehensive British and American] A vixen has no conscience

The light refracted from the crystal oil lamp illuminates the spacious study room. The bookshelves against the wall were originally filled with various professional books and documents, but now there are many novels. Those who can read those novels naturally don’t need to read too many books. said.

Swipe, white fingers pinched the thin paper and carefully turned it over, the slight vibration of the pages was quickly covered by the discussions between Thranduil and the forest officials beside him.

The little fox looked at the novel in her hand, but didn't read a single word. Her mind and attention were all on what Thranduil and the others were discussing.

"I don't think we should send troops to support the dwarves." John, the head of the woodland guard sitting on the left side of the room, said his thoughts seriously: "If the woodland is being targeted by someone with a heart at this time, the woodland will be dangerous if it loses too much defense power. gone."

"I agree with what John said." Fenlon, the chief of the king's guard, nodded, "Your Majesty, the half-orcs have been active recently. Although most of them move around the lonely mountain, it's hard to guarantee that they won't hide their hands."

"But our elves and dwarves have had an alliance since a long time ago. Although there is no written contract, the mutual help agreement is a custom. The dwarves have helped us before, how can we do nothing this time!" Elf Moganda, the leader of the warrior group, has a single-minded temper. When he heard Fenlon and John's words, his face immediately turned ugly. He said loudly, without concealing his contempt for the two elves.

"Moganda, if the woodland is attacked and cannot be defended due to insufficient troops, can you take responsibility?" John asked seriously.

"I am willing to take full responsibility!"

The little fox, who had been listening for a long time, roughly understood what Thranduil and the others were discussing.

In Middle-earth, there is a group of hateful villain races called half-orcs.The origin of this race is unknown. It is said that it is a product twisted by the demon king Morgoth who imprisoned and tortured the elves, and it is also said that those monsters evolved from humans.In short, these half-orcs are a group of bad people who like to burn, kill and loot.Recently, this group of half-orcs stared at the lonely mountain where the dwarves lived.It is rich in all kinds of beautiful ores, which is a gift from nature.

Just yesterday, the dwarves sent an urgent letter written by the dwarf king Saul himself.The letter said that not only a small group of Orcs have been harassing the Lonely Mountain recently, but also a large number of Orc follow-up troops are gathering near the Lonely Mountain, the number is more than twice that of the dwarves.Thor begged the elf king Thranduil to send troops to support the Lonely Mountain, and he will be grateful afterwards.

This matter is simple and easy, and it is difficult to say.To put it simply, just send troops directly to support.But if you think about it more deeply, if someone takes advantage of the lack of troops in the forest to sneak attack, it will be troublesome.

The little fox looked at the silent Thranduil, and then at the several officers who were arguing endlessly.In fact, it is very simple to solve this problem. Instead of sending a single soldier, just send a powerful magician who can amplify his moves to control the field.

"Cough cough..."

Thranduil turned his head to look at the little fox who coughed twice and obviously wanted to speak: "What's wrong?"

Swish Swish Swish!The several quarreling officers once again focused their attention on the little fox.

"Well... I want to say, maybe I can help the dwarves." The little fox recommended himself.

"No." Thranduil refused without hesitation.

"You have seen my abilities before." The little fox said hastily.She was the archmage who froze the dragon and rescued him from the dragon's claws!

"You are not allowed to go because I have seen it before." Combining the previous incident with the dragon's incident this time, Thranduil discovered that the little fox's demon power is a consumable, and after it is used up, you need to practice again before you can use those skills .Two days ago, she dealt with the giant dragon and treated him. She must have lost a lot of strength. It must be dangerous for her to go to the lonely mountain now.

The little fox didn't know what Thranduil was thinking, she just felt that most of her demonic power had been recovered now, so she had to try her best to do what she could, after all, there was her friend Sorin in Lonely Mountain.

"I can really—"

"It's useless to say more." Thranduil interrupted the little fox directly: "I won't let you go." He would never let her risk herself.

The little fox wanted to say something, but was stared shut by Thranduil.But even though he was honest on the surface, he was planning to find an opportunity to visit Gushan in the future.

Thranduil combined the opinions of his subordinates and decided to send one-third of the elf soldiers and one-half of the elf warriors to support the dwarves.Although the number of soldiers is relatively small, the combat effectiveness of the warriors is much stronger, which can make up for the less combat effectiveness.

The little fox has seen the selection of elf warriors before. The delicate and slender elves are almost desperate in fights, and their combat effectiveness is very high.Thranduil dispatched half of the warriors, so they should be able to stabilize the situation.

Soon, the little fox's idea was confirmed.The situation on the side of the dwarves was indeed stable, and the two sides did not fight at all except provoking each other.It is the woodland that really fights.

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"Block the gap to the east! Guard the west, don't let the Balrog break in!"

"The south wall has collapsed!"

"withstand!"

When the Balrog army swept across the dark forest at a crushing speed and attacked the elf woodland, the elves in the woodland were still enjoying their leisurely rest day.

The tall and strong body is covered with sulphurous nostrils and hot flames, and the ugly monster has two goat-like horns on its head.Some of them climbed the wall, and some simply smashed into the wall and broke through. The offensive and defensive battle started instantly.

Thranduil and others had long thought that the orcs might secretly attack the woodland, so they left two-thirds of their troops to guard their homeland.However, they didn't expect that the half-orcs would join hands with the Balrog secretly!

First, a large force was sent to harass the dwarves, creating the illusion of attacking the Lonely Mountain.The remaining small troops were sent in the dark to join forces with the Balrog, and led a large army to raid the woodland.No matter how strong the elf soldiers and elf warriors were, it would be miserable to face the combination of Orcs and Balrogs.

The little fox shuttled among the local troops, drawing formations and casting spells, and the freezing Balrog created opportunities for the soldiers.However, these are just a drop in the bucket. After killing a batch of Balrogs, there will be new monsters on top immediately.Moreover, while the soldiers were fighting on the front line, some Balrogs had already broken into the woodland and began to hurt the unarmed elf residents inside.

"Thranduil!" The little fox avoided the Balrog's attack and approached Thranduil, who was killing the enemy with a gloomy face: "Remember the defensive barrier I opened last time?"

The long sword swung out, cutting off the half-orc's head in an instant. Thranduil and the little fox leaned back to back, and while paying attention to the surroundings, replied: "I remember."

"I'll create a big enchantment to cover the woodland in a while. Before the Balrogs outside can attack, you kill all the enemies in the woodland first, and then gather the elves to a safe place." The little fox told his plan to Thranduil: "Remember to be fast, I can only last about an hour and a half for such a large-scale spell."

"Okay!" Without time to discuss, Thranduil and the little fox decided on a general plan, and then left to start their respective actions.

The little fox flew up against the wind, circled the huge woodland, and drew a huge magic circle.She ran to the center of the magic circle, in front of the elf mother tree at the entrance of the elf hall, raised her hand and cut her wrist, and blood gushed out from the wound in an instant and fell on the eye of the circle.

"Enchantment, freeze, open!" The little fox quickly formed a double handprint, and the ice-blue enchantment soaked in ice instantly opened around the woodland.A Balrog that bumped into the barrier screamed and was burned by the ice. With their multiple impacts, some Balrogs that had touched the barrier many times were frozen directly. When the wind blew, the ice sculptures shattered into slag.

"The whole army retreats! Go back to the forest!" Thranduil raised the sword in his hand and ordered loudly: "Eliminate the enemies in the forest!"

The elf soldiers who were shocked by the miraculous scene quickly came back to their senses. They subconsciously followed the king's order and pulled back to the woodland. They watched the Balrog who rushed to attack them hit the ice blue barrier, and then cried out in pain. Straight call.

Not much to say about how Thranduil led the soldiers to quickly clear the Balrogs and Orcs in the forest, but the little fox was frantically absorbing the surrounding spiritual power, trying to maintain the barrier for a longer period of time.

Tread Tat Tat!The sound of hurried footsteps quickly approached behind him.

The little fox suddenly opened his eyes and turned around vigilantly.I saw a bald man with pointed ears and gray and wrinkled skin all over his body, and he rushed towards her with a dagger in his hand.

It's a half-orc!

The little fox immediately adjusted its posture, easily blocked the opponent's attack, and twisted its wrist with a backhand.

"Ah!" The half-orc screamed, and the knife in his hand fell to the ground.

The little fox twisted the half-orc's arm so that it turned its back to him, wrapping his arm around his head, ready to imitate Hannibal in the previous world and directly twist its neck.

"Hey..." Suddenly, the half-orc let out a strange laugh.

The little fox was taken aback by the laughter, and soon, her eyes widened suddenly.

Oops!There is fraud!

Puff!The sound of a sharp knife piercing into flesh resounded cruelly.Accompanied by the pungent sulfur smell, sweet blood spurted out, and the flames that touched the Balrog's body let out a squeak.

"Hmph, heh!" The tall Balrog stood behind the little fox and smiled strangely, his flaming hand inserted into her body from her back.

The severe pain made the little fox turn pale and frown.She could feel the blood all over her body pouring out continuously, her body gradually became cold, and her vitality was slowly draining.

The barrier covering the woodland shattered in an instant. Thranduil, who had just sent the elves into the basement, saw the ice-blue barrier disappear ahead of time, and his pupils constricted instantly.

"What's going on?" Fenlun looked at the sky: "The barrier suddenly disappeared!"

As if putting his heart on a swing, Thranduil's heart went up and down in a panic.He felt that something must have happened to the little fox, otherwise why would the enchantment that had been promised for an hour and a half disappear in half an hour now!

"You lead the team to defend the gap, I'll come as soon as I go!" Thranduil clenched the sword in his hand, and ran straight to the mother tree.

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"I knew that this barrier was made by you." The Balrog said triumphantly, "Without you, I can see what those elves are doing to stop us!" As he said, the claws that had already been inserted into the little fox's back came back. Poke a few points deep into the wound.

"Ah!" The little fox screamed, and his struggling body lost strength instantly due to the severe pain: "Save..."

"Save? Save what?" Balrog said with a leisurely smile, "Help? Don't think about it, those elves are busy dealing with my army, no one will come to rescue you! You are dead—"

Roar! ! !

The deafening roar of the dragon came through the clouds like a sharp arrow, and it only pierced the eardrums with pain.The vigorous dragon stretched its fleshy wings and quickly moved from far to near. With one claw, the orc was patted into meatloaf. The dragon turned its head and roared, spewing flames at the Balrog.

The dragon fire was much hotter than the flames that came with the Balrog. Wherever the dragon fire swept, it was completely in ruins. Countless Balrogs and Orcs were directly burned to ashes.

Without the restraint of the Balrog behind him, the little fox swayed twice, and fell on his back without any strength.

The giant dragon galloped forward, transformed into a human form in an instant, appeared behind the little fox, and caught her body.

"How are you?" he asked anxiously.

"No...not very good." The little fox had a double image in front of his eyes: "I might, I'm going to die." It's not possible, the body's reaction told the little fox that he would definitely die this time.

"What nonsense are you talking about!" The giant dragon didn't accept the answer at all. He knelt on the ground, holding the little fox's hand and trembling slightly: "You won't die, you won't die!" He repeated this sentence in a panic talk.

"I want to ask you one thing." While there was still time, the little fox quickly explained the funeral: "Help Thranduil and protect the elves."

"I don't care! This is your business! Protect yourself and protect yourself!" The giant dragon rejected such words as last words.

Hearing this, the little fox smiled wryly: "I want to too, but I have no chance."

The giant dragon stared, suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he quickly put the little fox on the ground carefully, then quickly drew his knife and cut his wrist: "Drink it, drink it quickly!"

"Don't be like this...cough!" The little fox turned her head away from the dragon's hand and coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood: "It's too late." She felt that the time-traveling props had been activated, and she must be leaving this time!

"It's too late! You're still alive! Drink it quickly! You'll be fine after drinking it!" He remembered that she had increased her strength by drinking his blood and turned into a human. her injury!

The little fox had never seen a giant dragon like this before. It seemed like a child who was panicked because he encountered something beyond his understanding and couldn't solve it.She hooked her lips and smiled, and said in a weak voice: "You look... like a child..."

"What nonsense are you talking about at this time!" the dragon roared angrily.

Faint light spots emerged from the little fox's body, and it lingered around her. More and more, the illuminated fox began to gradually become transparent.

"I'm leaving." The little fox looked down at the light spots floating around his body, and he understood.

"No! You can't go anywhere!" Julong's expression changed drastically when he saw the little fox's transparent body, he hurriedly hugged the little fox's body tightly regardless of the bleeding wrist.

The little fox bent his eyes, raised his hand with great effort, and patted the dragon's back lightly: "I've known you for so long, and I don't even know your name."

"Smaug!" replied the dragon immediately, "my name is Smaug!"

"Smaug...a lovely name." The little fox slowly closed his eyes.

"It's not cute at all!" Smaug tightened his grip on the little fox, and a tear fell from the corner of the man's drooping eyes.

Boots on the grass made rustling footsteps, and the silver-haired man rushed towards him, his blue eyes froze for a few seconds when he saw the motionless girl in the red-haired man's arms.

The dragon raised his head, and cast a gloomy look at Thranduil with red eyes.

"Give her to me." Thranduil strode over, reaching out to snatch her from the dragon's arms.

"Go away!" The dragon took a few steps back with the little fox in his arms: "I should have killed you and taken her away! It's all your fault! You killed her!"

The hand holding the sword tightened more and more, the wound on Thranduil's arm burst open, and blood flowed down the arm, dripping onto the ground and mixing with the blood from the little fox.

"Give her to me!" Thranduil yelled a little out of composure.

"Impossible, you—" Before Julong finished speaking, he felt the sense of fullness in his arms gradually disappearing. He lowered his head in a daze, and saw the girl's petite body slowly dissipating into countless light spots.

First the hands and feet, then the arms and legs... The light spots soared into the air, slowly upward, and merged into the dense leaves of the elf mother tree.

"fox!"

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Q: What is the most tragic thing about crossing?

Answer: Not only is there less demon power, but she is also TM in love!

Wearing blood-stained clothes, the little fox stumbled out of the space-time tunnel and was tormented by severe pain for a long time. After her body was finally repaired, lust began to harass her again.

XXX!The little fox lay down on the concrete floor, looking at the waiting red wine road outside the alley, and cursed in his heart.

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In the hot bar, the colorful searchlights illuminate the hall in a bizarre way.People who took off their masks at night took a sip of wine from time to time while holding a wine bottle, while twisting their bodies frantically to release their pressure.

At the booth far away from the dance floor, a figure who was incompatible with the lively atmosphere of the bar sat on the sofa and drank quietly.He has short black hair, clean and neat.His deep facial features are expressionless, making him look a little too serious.He took off his suit jacket, and the button of his shirt was no longer strictly buttoned to the top one, but he opened his collar casually.His legs were crossed, his sitting posture was slightly upright, and he drank the wine glass by glass, seemingly not drunk after a thousand glasses, but in fact, his slightly misty eyes had already revealed his state at the moment.

"Are you alone?" The melodious female voice was a little sweet, but it was surprisingly clear in a noisy bar.

The man raised his head slightly, and slowly moved upward from the hem of the snow-white skirt.The plain white dress without any patterns, the waist so thin that it would break if touched, the slender body, petite and cute, the soft and delicate facial features are as dreamy as a person walking out of a painting.

"Are you alone?" the girl asked again.

The man was silent for a while, and after a long while, a somewhat hoarse low voice sounded faintly: "Yes, I am alone now."

The girl smiled, and some blush began to appear on her cheeks: "Then can I sit down?"

The man raised his eyes and looked at the girl again.

"Thank you!" The girl asked herself and sat opposite the man.

The man squinted his eyes halfway, quietly looking at the girl opposite.

"I'm a little thirsty." The girl licked her dry lips: "Can I drink this?" She pointed to the wine glass in front of the man.

Three seconds wait...

"Thank you." The girl frowned, reached out and took the man's half-drinked wine and downed it.

The man lowered his eyes to look at the empty table in front of him, and then raised his eyes to the girl who was drinking with her head up.

The girl finished drinking and returned the empty glass to the man.

The man was silent for a while, then reached out to take the wine glass.

The girl smiled at him, got up suddenly, went around the table, and sat beside him: "I think I like you quite a bit."

The man moved his eyes and glanced sideways at the girl.

"Can I kiss you?"

"No—"

Boo!

Loud kisses exploded at the booth.

The girl's eyebrows and eyes are curved, as cute as a crescent moon: "Thank you~"