high castle elves

In the year 462 of the human continental calendar and the fifth day of the New Year in the year 3634 of the Elf Nor calendar, 20 days have passed since the last two-month intersection. Elf Alamir Greenleaf Jialan Nord spent his No. 70 third birthday. .

"73, 84, the King of Hell didn't ask me to go." At this time, Alamir had just gotten up, put on a dense lavender robe, and stood at the bedroom window and sighed.

Feather-like white snow swirled and fell outside the window, making the already snow-capped Kaldor Mountain look even more bloated. Alamere's castle is located near the top of the mountain, and below the castle is the famous Rismera Forest.

The Rismela Forest, which has stabilized a series of druid spells such as the Four Seasons Like Spring spell, is still green at this time. From a distance, it looks like a bright emerald in a silvery white.

Lead clouds hang low in the sky. Looking from the window of the mountain fortress standing on the top of the mountain, it seems to give people a feeling that the sky is about to fall. The distant skyline shows a clear distinction between white and gray.

The cold wind is howling outside the window, the stove is roaring in the house, and the aroma wafting from the kitchen downstairs from time to time brings a comfortable sense of warmth and security.

The huge windmill above the castle made a buzzing sound, and the wind drove the huge transmission rod, providing power to the millstones and other machinery on the first floor.

The whistling wind hit the windows of the castle. In the third-floor bedroom of the castle, looking at the vast sky outside, Alamire seemed to be able to hear the flow of time and everything.

At this moment, he wanted to reach out and grab his neck every second, forcing him to spit out every drop of juice he squeezed out.

This juice is called time.

It has been more than 70 years since my soul passed through this elf. From the beginning, I missed my hometown and relatives so much, then gave up on myself, and then became indifferent now. It feels like this process has been going on for a long time.

Even if I travel back in time, no one would know me anymore. After all, it’s been 70 years.Alamir sighed.

"I am no longer a 72-year-old child, I am already a 73-year-old elf underage, a big child."

Thinking that the Immortals were not very good elves, he turned to look at the stove and found that Milsi, who had almost scorched the feathers on his left wing, was sleeping. The more he looked at it, the uglier it became, and Alamir couldn't bear it. He kept kicking it.

"Woo--" The tall, ugly black and brown eagle, whose feathers were a little ragged, immediately chirped dissatisfiedly. Then it turned around and leaned its right wing against the stove.

"It's really bad weather. It's much colder than last year. Is there a Little Ice Age in this world?" Alamir felt an ominous premonition when he saw the stupid eagle ignoring him.

Today is my 73rd birthday, and it didn’t look so wonderful from the beginning...

"Milshi, although I understand that you are moulting and are afraid of the cold, I want to explain to you why your head is getting bald. You are a Mimel giant eagle, not an Akales vulture.

"Think about your mother, what a majestic giant eagle, with a wingspan of almost ten meters, squatting like a hill. Your father is a sacred eagle worshiped as a totem in the tribe of Yidi. Why? To you, the sacred and great bloodline has been insulted like this??"

Alamir took out his most gorgeous belt from the closet and tied it on. While chattering, he couldn't help but rub Milsi's increasingly bald eagle head.

Obviously, the young Mimel giant eagle has high intelligence that can understand the words of his companion Alamir, and also has the same psychology as he did in his childhood.

An adult Mimel giant eagle can live to be 1200 years old. Milsi, who is almost 80 years old, is still a child.

Listening to Alamil's complaints, it angrily flicked its wings with burnt feathers, bringing up a strong gust of wind, and the waves of fishy smell made Alamil gag.

"Milshi, you peed in my room again!!" Alamir covered his nose and quickly turned on a switch in the room.

An invisible force began to surge in the room, and soon the dust in the room and the suspicious water stains beside Milsi were eliminated. The air in the room was much fresher, and even Alamir I felt refreshed and all the dust on my face was swept away.

Zero-ring variant spell, Liarden's cleaning technique!

Although the room is not small and I have said it many times, it is obvious that this giant baby eagle did it on purpose.Looking at Mirsi who was pretending to be asleep and pretending to be snoring by cooing, Alamir, who was brushing his teeth at the side, felt that today’s birthday——

I'm afraid it's a bit unlucky.

He had no choice but to see an ugly bird cooing when he opened his eyes. Although he was already an elf, he still couldn't change some of the strange superstitions he had before traveling through time.

"Where are you guys, come in and drag this eagle out for me and throw him into the hot spring for a good wash!" Alamir, who finally finished washing himself and solemnly put on his best clothes, said to him shouted some crystal ball.

"Hiss... My dear master, your loyal servant Shaksaya, the Burger Steward salutes you!"

A ray of advanced teleportation flashed, and a creature with six arms and a human upper body and a snake lower body appeared in front of Alamir.

"Although you are as great as you can never make mistakes, and your consistent sense of humor really makes me as humble as me feel sincerely happy again, but as your servant, I still have to do something about your amazing sense of humor and orders again. Give a little response..."

"speak English!!"

Seeing Shaksaya, who was trying hard to imitate the accent of the so-called abyssal noble and claimed to be the most beloved daughter of the six-armed snake demon, to start her unique way of speaking again, Alamir couldn't help but interrupt her roughly.

"Hahaha, what a chilling sense of humor. If humor can be a god, and you are as great as you, you will definitely become a great humor god, and I will become the most cruel and bloodthirsty petitioner under your seat... …”

The six-armed snake demon, who was either talkative or complaining, was covered in luxurious gold ornaments and gems. His charming face had a pious look, his soft waist kept twisting, and the tip of his tail kept trembling.

This high-level demon of the abyss had a flushed face and was paying tribute to her little master as usual. She looked so submissive.

If she hadn't held four meteorite kitchen knives in six arms, the scene would have been okay.

"Great Master Alamir, I have to correct you again. There is no one here. Even as great as you are, you are still a golden elf with noble blood. Although your usual name and sense of humor really make humble people like you. I feel happy..."

"Okay, why is it you today, where is Xiaobai? It's so cold, don't you snakes hibernate? Also, where are your clothes?" He looked at the two huge unobstructed peaks facing his face. , suddenly realized that the person who came in today was actually the housekeeper and cook, but Alamir, who was not a maid, and felt a little short of breath.

As a juvenile six-armed snake demon, Shaksaya is almost 1 meters tall and almost 8 meters tall. As a large alien creature, she is still growing. It is said that she will grow to 1 meters in the future, which will not fit in her bedroom.

Elves are naturally shorter and thinner than ordinary humans. Even the golden elves, who are taller than ordinary elves, are only 7 and a half feet tall. Only elves with ancient noble blood, who are already half extraordinary creatures, can grow the ancient blood. to more than 8 feet,

As a mixed race, Alamir is only about 1 meters tall at this time.So every time he saw his demon servant butler, Alamir blushed a little.

"Are you talking about that thing called Bra? It's such a charming and lovely piece of clothing. Your wisdom and aesthetics once again amazed me, but the one you asked that devilish watch to make was too small. The one who cooked yesterday By that time, it had already collapsed.”

The two huge peaks seemed to be shaking in distress. The blood-red peaks at the top of the peaks radiated heat like small craters on the snow-capped mountains. The demon butler showed his demonic nature of chaos and pursuit of desire, shaking provocatively in front of Alamire.

"As for that devilish cousin? She was watching the tauren in the kitchen just now. As soon as I heard the master's call, I came up immediately. It turns out that the castle only needs me."

The tip of Shaksaya's tail swung back and forth, apparently happy that she could steal the head maid's job today and give her opponent an injection in front of the "leader".

"As the noble and long-standing Shaq family, of course we do not need to hibernate, and we never wear clothes. Doesn't the great master know this? Or is it a new joke of yours??"

"Hahaha, it's so pleasant." Shaksaya's body trembled, and her soft waist twisted even more fiercely, comparable to the best belly dancer.

"In addition, although the master may disdain to enjoy the pleasure of lust with me, who is humble, the tongue of the snake demon has always been very flexible. I can use my tongue to let the master experience the ancestral art of lust passed down by the snake demon clan. As your little one after getting up, A little tweak.”

Shaksaya leaned down, faced Alamir, stuck out her tongue, which was longer than the average humanoid creature, and easily licked the tip of her nose, then tied a knot to show her master what it was like. How flexible.

"Get out!" Alamir pushed her away.

However, when I first started, it was surprisingly soft and smooth...

"So the master wants Xiaoya to come somewhere else?" She didn't know when she had already straightened up, allowing Alamir's hand to press on the huge mountain that the elf needed two hands to grasp, and his mouth She imitated the nickname her master gave her, her eyes flashing with lust.

"Then I have no choice but to abide by the master's orders." As soon as he finished speaking, Alamir felt breathless, and the overwhelming whiteness of the snow, along with the jingle of the accessories on her body, directly engulfed him.

"Maggots by the Santu River, shameful kind-hearted lackey, you are so upright that it makes me sick. Put away the stench of lust that emanates from your body, devil's cousin!!"

Just when Alamir was almost suffocating from the facial cleanser, a cold and angry voice sounded behind her.

"Hehehe, don't disturb the great erotic enjoyment between me and the master, you holy female sex demon!! I can smell your disgusting stench from several miles away."

Facing the life-and-death enemy behind her, Shaksaya released her restraint on Alamir, turned around and roared angrily at the lust demon with huge black wings on his back, wearing a three-point pose and a tight leather jacket.

Although they are both "demons", the demons who advocate chaos and the devils who advocate law are simply mortal enemies. The hatred and hostility between them even exceeds their hostility to good creatures.

How to put it, it's like hating two places in one day, hating three rivers and four seas. It's the kind of hatred that happens as soon as they meet and won't stop fighting.

Desire demons are the most beautiful type of demons among demons. Their appearance and figure are even more extraordinary than the famous succubi. However, they are not as obsessed with lust as succubi, and they even love it to the extent that they make a living from it.

They advocate strong force, and their bodies and erotic charm are just tools for them to kill their enemies. They themselves are even a little disgusted by the lust that comes from uncontrollable emotions.

Just like they hate themselves, they feel that it is because they are not strong enough that they have to use "little means" like lust.

And this one in my own family is a thorn in the side of the snake demon Shaksaya who is always in heat.

If they were not Alamir's slaves, there might have been only one left between the two, no, the two "demons".

Of course, if it weren't for his two masters, Alamir might have been the first to die.

So, when Alamir turned 73 years old, a high-level demon in its infancy and a high-level devil started a quarrel that was bound to happen every day.

Words of "praise" such as kindness, integrity, loyalty, you are simply a devil with a conscience, etc. were flying all over the place, which made Alamir feel chills.

In the dictionary of demons and devils, all adjectives about beautiful qualities are curses, just like what Alamere's distant relatives, the drow elves who live in the underdark, often say, may the light shine on your head.

"Get out of here!" Looking at the chattering demons and devils, Alamire thought that if he hadn't given the order not to do anything, his castle would have become a ruins and a battlefield.

Just like the bloody battle that has existed since ancient times...

"Yes!" Upon hearing the neutral word "get out", Shaksaya immediately activated the advanced teleportation technique that could only be used three times a day, as if she couldn't bear to stay in this room for a while longer.

"Master, if you need me, the lust demon's art of lust is the best in the entire multiverse." The head maid, Bai Natrien, proudly showed off her figure, and then started to take off her clothes with a calm look on her face.

No, can't you put on a little expression? You look like a real-life inflatable doll.

"Get out!" Alamir couldn't help but smashed the cup in his hand.

The other party calmly let the cup hit her somewhere with amazing elasticity. Before the cup could fall, he immediately caught the cup, placed it on the table and slowly disappeared from the door of the room.

"Wait, come back here, take it off and give me a bath in the hot spring!" Looking back at the cooing giant baby eagle, Alamir asked the head maid Beinate Ryan through the communication crystal ball on the table. Milch was dragged out.

"Girl, I've never had any troubles when I traveled through time! You're over 70 years old and you haven't left the Novice Village yet. It's embarrassing for the travelers." The elf Alamir adjusted his robe again and slowly pushed open the bedroom. Open the door and go downstairs.