Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

Activated, dead, forcibly glued together by magic—

In this regard, the elves' setting is no different from the "elf" in most worlds, a fanatical naturalist.From large cities to small personal residences, almost all of them are linked to "forests". I am afraid this is also the influence of their creator "God of Nature" Cainas.

"Please."

Xinke Nierbalian gently pushed the seat away with magic, and just stood under Rope's side, staring at the black-haired youth with a perfect smile.

"Aren't you going to sit?"

"It is a great honor for you to allow me to stand. There is no seat like me in front of you."

Xinke Nierbalen bowed and said humbly.

"Lao's honorable gods are worried."

The other party must maintain perfect etiquette, of course he will not force it.

Rope shrugged and asked.

"Xinke... Is it Nierbalen? I should have called you by the wrong name, right?"

"Yes."

"I won't say more nonsense. You are very clear about the current situation. Tell me all the answers I need truthfully, and I will let you return to Cainas's arms safely. If..."

"As long as the elves have what you need and do not violate the orders of God Kainas, we will definitely not hide anything."

Xinke Nierbalian didn't wait for Rope to finish speaking, and immediately took his words.

"Honorable god, with your status and magnanimity, you should be able to tolerate the loyalty of the elves to the creator, Lord Kainas, right?"

This girl is really good at talking...

Luo Pei couldn't help but glanced at the female elf female, who blinked her beautiful watery eyes, trying her best to show her best side in front of the elf.

The speech is flawless, the etiquette is perfect, and it fully demonstrates how a weak person can survive in front of the strong.

More importantly, even though she said nice things, she still did not forget to add the name "Kainas" to her words, as if to tell Rope that the elves were not the races whose creators had been silent.

Strength and wisdom coexist, and thinking is not rigid at all.

Oh, a huge war is really the best cradle to shape talents...

With a crisp finger snap, the dust gathered into stones in front of Xinke Nierbalen, and finally formed a clean and tidy stone seat.

Rope didn't speak, but the girl immediately understood the meaning of the gods.

This time, she did not refuse, smoothed the folds of the robe skirt, and sat up gracefully.

Because this is an initiative given by the superior, and disobedience will become an expression of ignorance of praise, which is completely different from the situation just now.

Rope rested his head leisurely on the emerald green leaves.

"First of all, from the intelligence of other races, try to be as comprehensive as possible."

"Yes. Excuse my rudeness."

Xinke Nierbalen stretched out his hand.

In an instant, countless magical characters written in the unique font of the elves emerged from all sides of the wall, converging into linked documents.

"Then let's start with the lowest orc race in this war. According to the records and history collected by the elves like me, it is not surprising that they exist in tribal form and can exist anywhere. At the same time, the orc race has a small number of The physical characteristics of animals, and very few individuals in the tribe have a skill called "Blood Bad", which can obtain physical abilities close to the physical limit after use..."

Rope closed his eyes and listened quietly.

As for Xinke Nierbalen's statement that the lowest level is the orc race, it's not surprising that Rope is at all.

Although the two races in the original book that are significantly lower than the orc race already exist, the "marine species" that can only survive in the ocean are unlikely to have the conditions to participate in this war, and naturally failed to enter the eyes of the elves. .

In fact, the lowest "human race" is a "non-existent" race for other races at present.Because once discovered, humans without any special abilities have only a dead end.They must not exist in order to survive in this absurd and terrifying world.

The sorrow of the weak.

Chapter [-] The Gradually Corrupted "Heart"

In front of the gods who seemed to close their eyes, Xinke Nierbalen continued to talk about the collection of elves and the news of other races.

"The exact location of the blood-sucking species created by the silent "God of the Night" cannot be known. Due to the fear of the sun, it is inferred that the race should be near the Forest of Eternal Night, with a large number of superb assassins..."

"The monster species, created by the "Demon King" of some fantasy species mutants, is ruled by the strongest "Four Heavenly Kings" selected within the race. The location of the specific ethnic group is unknown, but the low-ranking individuals of the monster species who lack intelligence are often found in ruins or mountains. wandering in..."

"Goblin species..."

"Fairy kind..."

"Moon Wing..."

"Ex-Machina..."

"Giant species..."

"Fantasy..."

"..."

Time passed little by little.

Rope absorbed the knowledge about the races of this world that he couldn't understand in the theatrical version, and kept calculating in his heart.