Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

A little...a little bit broke Jibril's stereotype.

To be disrespectful, Jibril thought that Rope was more interesting than the "boring dad" Artosh on the throne.

"What will it be like next time we meet..."

Raising her wings, surrounded by the power of the elves, Jibril returned to Avant Heim with satisfaction.

Chapter [-]: Praise the Witch with White Silk Beast Ears

Cloudy day.

It seems that every day in this world is like this.

Tiny sunlight shone from the thick clouds, coating the green jungle with a brilliant gold.The soft wind rustled the leaves, as if out of the shadow of the war and came to a paradise.

Rope was sitting in the corridor of the backyard of the shrine, leaning against the log post in a daze.

A few days after coming to the so-called "Beastman Empire", the God of Disaster found that the picture seemed a little different from what he had imagined.

He knew that the life of the orcs was not satisfactory, but Rope did not expect that the orcs, even with the help of the elves and the nightmares, still did not get rid of the "primitive tribe" grade, at most in buildings and food. improvement, other progress is very slow.

For example, culture, class, the daily friction of different kinds of orcs...

I wanted to see the paradise, but what was placed in front of Rope was the daily life of the orc tribe in Warcraft, which was quite disappointing.

Of course, there are still beast-eared women, but in this difficult environment, most orc women are slightly yellow-faced and thin, which is completely inconsistent with Rope's tricky aesthetic.After all, before the help of the Nightmare and the Elves, the food rations for the women of the tribe should of course be distributed to the men of the Orc race, so that they can have the strength to hunt.

The orc farming technique is extremely poor, and it may have been more difficult than the human species in terms of food before.

"Lord Rope, I made you laugh."

A fragrant wind came, and two soft fox tails were placed beside Rope.

Yu Wuhuan's reddish cheeks were full of admiration, sorting out his slightly messy clothes, carefully kneeling down on the side of the God of Disaster, and serving.

"With the help of the Nightmare and the Elves, the Orcs still look like this... Has Huan embarrassed you and Master Fanlou?"

Luo Pei smiled and hugged the fox ear girl who had already tasted it.

"I'm not the kind of god who says "If you don't sleep, you ask your servants not to sleep." There is a gap between races and races. You can make all the orcs agree with the "rules you made in a short time." ', which is already amazing. "

"...This is also because of your name and the deterrence of force."

The Witch Ring smiled bitterly.

"Under the pressure of pure violence, they can't and dare not resist, so my governance is so easy... Even some stubborn old antiques scolded me behind my back for selling the orcs to slaves in exchange for dominance."

"Wouldn't it be fine if those guys were killed?"

"I'm very sorry, Lord Rope." The Witch Ring twisted the corners of his clothes with his fingers: "If possible, I really don't want to kill any orcs with my own hands..."

The death of the tribal compatriots, the Witch Ring has seen too much before.

Starved to death, poisoned by spirit skeletons, slaughtered by other superior species while hunting, cannibalism for survival resources...

The fox-eared girl, who was a "miko" at a young age, has seen too many orcs die, so after gaining protection and the blessing of the god of disaster, she sincerely hopes that the orcs will not die for the above reasons.

"Then, you can only have a headache yourself." Ropey looked at the sky: "I will be responsible for the materials, and you can ask Fanlou for technology, but the internal affairs of your race, whether it is a nightmare or an elves, are not easy to intervene. ... During the war, they didn't have time for such trivial matters."

"This is the responsibility of the ring, how dare to bother the great you and the adults of the races."

"Remember to do a good job of evacuating the war. Although I said hello to Fanlou to take care of you, but that loli is currently addicted to deducing the answer with new thinking, maybe something goes wrong."

"Yes."

Yu Wuhuan raised his head and looked at the handsome face of the black-haired young man, his heart was slightly sweet.

Such a gentle god, such an intoxicating landscape.

With no experience in love, it is of course that the fox-eared girl who is occupied by the internal affairs and governance of the race cannot resist.

Although the identities of the two are very different, the Ring of the Witch is still quietly, watching Rope with the eyes of her spouse - even if she doesn't even dare to say it.

With the tail swinging, the Witch Ring asked in a pleasing tone.

"Lord Rope, Huan has selected a few girls who look pretty good, if you have the will..."

"No, next time."

Rope took the juice next to it and took a sip.

"It's been a few days since the first fleet went out, but the whole world is calm. The giants and goblins and Orkan are probably doing some small tricks. It's not good to continue wandering and playing. I have to add "War" A fire, so that they will no longer be huddled gophers. "

"Oh……"

The Witch Ring nodded knowingly.

Whatever Rope said was an existence that was very far away from her.

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

"No... um, wait."

Rope opened his palm, and the power of the gods blurred the boundaries between fantasy and reality.

Slowly, a white and red orthodox witch costume with extremely fine workmanship appeared in his palm, along with a pair of white ceramic stockings.

——The White Silk Beast Ear Girl doubles the critical strike!