Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

The worship of Corellon always begins with joyful songs and free dances. Most of his priests and priests are artists and sculptors with extraordinary skills.

And the elves who dare to sing before the statue of the Elf Father are the most outstanding singers.

The new moon gently illuminated the night sky. In this touching song, Hill suddenly understood what it means to let the soul play freely and the heart to fly freely.

Hill suddenly forgot about the clothes that made him uncomfortable. The elves' pursuit of self-liberation may have gone too far, but their joy was so enviable, wild and free, sincere and laissez-faire.

He leaned against the stone wall and looked at the dancing elves as the songs soared.

Above the invisible dome composed of silver-blue light above the head, moonlight and starlight cast beams of light. It was a natural stage formed by magic.

Although the dancers would appear in the light cast by the stars, the light of the crescent moon silently illuminated the statue of Corellon and its surroundings.

Alessio did not sing, he just solemnly held an oil painting, knelt down on one knee, and quietly placed the oil painting on an oak table surrounded by colorful roses in front of the statue.

Like him, there were many elves who were creators. They took turns to come forward and pile their works on the big oak table.

Devotees of the Protector offer their gratitude through music, song, dance, and the sacrifice of their most beautiful works.

Hill didn't care about that. He turned around and looked at the ubiquitous roses in Corellon Temple. Suddenly he realized something. The Elf God King back then would send roses to the God of Time and Space, maybe because he really wanted to show his sincerity. of.

After all, this is Corellon's favorite flower.

Hill thought about Aglaia's joyous laughter when she told him this story, and decided to bury this matter completely in her heart, just treat it as another instance of the Elf God King being stupid, anyway, this level of stupidity , it’s nothing in that person’s deeds.

Moreover, if the undead hadn't told the gods of Trasil the meaning of the red rose, they actually wouldn't have understood why the God of Time and Space had such a big reaction. When they knew the reason, they would go back to that rare panic of the God of Time and Space. From now on, Hill would not be sure who the wild laughter in the starry sky that day was directed at.

Although they would definitely insist that they were laughing at the Elf God King, Hill was a little unconvinced.

Hill could feel that his thoughts were so relaxed and at ease, driven by the unrestrained singing. He found a seat on the stone wall with a good view, nestled in, slowly closed his eyes, and listened. Listen to this touching song.

Amidst the sudden burst of exclamations and cheers, Hill opened his eyes.

Dragos, the captain of the guard of the Sword of Everesca, was kneeling on one knee, holding a ball of moss and placing it in the center of the oak table. The reason why the elves cheered was obvious. Corellon showed his focus on.

The sky-blue crescent moon rose, and part of the artwork on the table disappeared together with the pile of moss. Then many gems appeared, falling one by one to the original positions of the taken away artworks. Hill just looked at it for a few seconds. He could tell at a glance that they were all the gems that Corellon liked to reward his believers when he expressed his appreciation: bejuri gems, crescent stones, diamonds, moonstones, moonstones, star rubies, and star sapphires.

Hill glanced at the place where Alessio's painting was with concern.

There was a star sapphire emitting a faint blue light, and Liz's penetrating scream came from where Alessio was: For a priest who became the creator priest of Corellon, this is This kind of work of art presented by himself was brought to the kingdom of Arvandor by Corellon, and the opportunity for the elves living among the Seldarine gods to appreciate it was enough to make the divine favor in him transcend a large level.

The songs of the elves became more cheerful and the dance became more enthusiastic. Corellon quickly expressed his satisfaction. A faint sky-blue light appeared on some of the most outstanding singers, musicians and dancers, and then A certain accessory on these elves has obviously become a magical object.

The elves who had received the gift cheered for joy, while those who had not received the gift did not show much frustration. Every elf was extremely excited and excited. This was the first time after hundreds of years that the elves in the Supreme Forest had received a gift in a celebration. Corellon's gaze.

The reason why the Sword of Evriska gave up celebrating all festivals and the senior officials tormented themselves almost ascetically was actually because of the indifference shown by Corellon.

You must know that the Father of Elves has always been very tolerant towards elves and does not care about minor offenses at all. However, the Toril elves who made him so angry have been mercilessly ridiculed in countless worlds involved in the elven pantheon.

Maybe Corellon just chose to forgive the elves of the Star Mountains, but who cares about the cowards who abandoned their home and fled in embarrassment? The Sword of Everesca doesn't care anyway.

They sang and danced, completely losing control under the light of the sky-blue crescent moon.

Hill nestled in the corner, looking at the stars shining in the sky where the silver crescent moon and the blue crescent moon complement each other.

He happily enjoyed the calm amid the bustle.

However, he could not maintain this calmness for long, and soon a female elf appeared to invite him to dance.

After Hill rejected a dozen plump and sexy beauties with slender waists and charming dancing postures who came in turn, the next one was a strong and handsome young man.

The elf brother who was resolutely rejected by Hill regretfully left. Hill, who had a serious face, could only complain. The elf's jumping thinking could always surprise him.

Looking at Liz and Alessio hugging each other and dancing together, Hill felt that his trip could continue.

With a wave of his hand, Hill left quickly without taking away any clouds. The unwilling elves actually started to form teams to look for him, with all kinds of combinations.

Although the elves are really beautiful and sassy, ​​and the girls do have the S-shaped figure that Hill prefers, they go too far. Moreover, why do they want to form a male-female team? What are they thinking about.

Hill felt that his endurance was still relatively poor, so he had no choice but to run away.

Hill was still a little shaken when he returned to Purvi, and Liszt could feel his panic when he came up to him.

Looking at the group of goblins peeking in the mushroom house, Liszt quickly said: "Go take a hot bath! It's ready."

Anyway, he was already directing the puppet to turn on the magic device in the bathroom. In less than a minute, the large bathhouse would be filled with calming water.

Hill, who was about to speak, nodded quickly and rushed into the magic tower.

Looking at the pair of disappointed little eyes, Liszt sighed helplessly. The little goblin was particularly sensitive to emotional fluctuations, so he had to be careful not to let these little guys spread gossip.

This has nothing to do with whether they love Hill or not. Ken is willing to live with Hill in the closed Purvi body. Of course they love Hill very much, but gossip is their nature. Let alone Hill, even if he is his lover, he Their biological fathers and mothers, and even the gods they believe in, as long as they have fun, they will spread it all over the world.

Hill didn't think he had anything to be afraid of, but as long as he mentioned the fact that he was scared by the more open-minded elf today, tomorrow Linn would probably go to Martha and ask him if Hill was real. He was dragged...in his house.

Liszt would rather these goblins say that Hill is the illegitimate son of Corellon and Suellen, and would not want them to arrange Hill's emotional story.

After all, for Hill, he doesn't care who his parents are in the fantasy world, but if he is called an innocent little boy, he will probably become angry.

Liszt slowly dissipated and suddenly realized that although Hill was a nerd, a typical person who just didn't do anything, his behavior was actually a result of being a nerd, completely ignoring that there was another option in life.

His design of his life never left room for his other half, and he never even considered why the design of the magic tower included a room connected to a shared bathroom with his master bedroom. He just happily changed it into The big bath.

But in fact, there is nothing wrong with thinking about pure love. The only difference between otaku and pure love is that they know everything, but unfortunately they can't do anything.

Hill, who finally calmed down after soaking in the bathtub, had no idea what treacherous and treacherous things his loyal Talling was thinking about. He really didn't think about whether there would be someone to share this kind of thing with him in the future, but it was absolutely not the case. I will admit that I am an otaku.

He, a person who runs around outside every day and has a wide range of contacts, is definitely not an otaku! Even if you run away with the house.

Liszt appeared outside the bath: "Sir, where are we going?"

"Let's go to the Gate of Hell first. According to the undead's footsteps, we should be able to arrive tomorrow. With such a good experience, most people will definitely choose to travel overnight."

Liszt responded before asking: "Can you just leave like this? No need to say goodbye formally?"

"No need." Hill buried his head under the water and replied angrily, "Aren't elves very casual? Just pretend that I don't want to be overly thanked by the Sword of Everesca.

well! I thought this elf army was a more serious one, but it seemed like I thought too much.

Loyalty to the gods and dedication to their duties do not mean that they are not from the chaotic camp! "

He has a good memory and discovered that among the young men who came to invite him, there was also the deputy of the guard captain, and there was also a husband and wife team!

Fortunately, Liz and Alessio are not the I-love-you-but-don’t-stop-my-hunting-for-food type.

Lin En is really lucky to live in such a normal elf family.

"Sir, the Gate of Hell has arrived." Liszt suddenly raised his eyebrows, "The devil seems to have gotten the news that the undead are coming, and has begun to attack in a large scale."