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As if he knew what Mi Xiaoan was thinking, Alvin walked back and forth, looked at the eight girls in front of him, and continued to lecture: "Bows and arrows are the only skill of our elves that surpasses other races. We don't have the powerful power of dwarves. Without the huge population of humans, without the strong endurance of orcs. All we can rely on are sharp eyes and accurate arrows." After a slight pause, Alvin's voice softened: "And these things are not completely useless. usefulness."

She looked at Mi Xiaoan and continued: "When the time comes, when An's mother comes back, we will select the next ranger from among you. Instead of the tribe, we will contact the outside world and learn their new knowledge, so that we will not be disuse."

"At that time, what you have to face are the savage orcs and evil humans. If you want to survive among them, you must master the power that allows you to survive. Do you understand?"

Mother Mi Xiaoan was a little dazed, and then she remembered that she had a mother.

An's mother is the ranger of this generation in the clan and has been traveling for two years. As usual, she will return in a year. At that time, one of the eight little girls will leave the tribe.

Alvin's scolding made the girls quiet down and lowered their heads in silence. Mi Xiaoan also pursed her lips in embarrassment, not daring to speak any more.

Seeing the girls' reactions, Alvin's stern expression softened. She looked back at the archery target not far away, hesitated slightly, and said, "Forget it this time, I won't punish you. Go and shoot it." Pack up your arrows and get ready to listen to my cultural lessons."

"Okay." The girls were a little happy to hear that they would not be punished. They all put their bows on their backs, trotted to the archery target over there, and began to collect their own arrows.

About three to five minutes later, the girls packed up their arrows and carried them to Alvin. Then they all formed a semicircle and sat obediently in front of Alvin.

After taking a brief glance, Alvin flicked his hand again, put away all the arrows, and then looked at the people in front of him.

"Now, where did we talk yesterday?" Alvin raised his face and scratched his chin, thinking about it, then stretched out his finger and said: "Oh, by the way, we talked about the curse of God, right? Then I will continue. .”

"We, the elves, killed the ferocious Night Demon. However, before the Night Demon died, he placed a curse." Alvin's voice sounded softly, and the girls listened carefully.

The elves do not have any serious curriculum planning. The so-called cultural courses are actually just storytelling. Tell the children the history of the elves.

Mi Xiaoan flipped through the memories in his mind, and what Alvin once said emerged one by one:

A thousand years ago, the continent of Milan was ruled by the gods, and belief in the gods flourished everywhere.

Later, the gods started a war to compete for the power of faith.

At the beginning of the war, the moon god believed by the elves was killed in a sneak attack by the night demon believed by the orcs.

In order to avenge their gods, the elves used all the strength of their clan to brazenly kill the gods. The night demon was killed, but the elves were also depressed because they had consumed a lot of clan strength.

The imperial capital was abandoned, the inheritance was withered, and the tribesmen were scattered into small tribes, struggling to survive under the pressure of other races.

Legend has it that before the Night Devil died, he placed a curse, the curse of God:

The elves will surely be scattered from generation to generation until they are extinct.

The current situation of the elves is indeed the same. Each generation has more than half fewer newborns than the previous generation. In An's generation, there are only eight children left, and the clan is about to be exterminated.

These memories flashed through his mind, and Mi Xiaoan couldn't help but feel a little touched. It turns out that I was born into such a group. Is this really fate?

Her mind was a little dazed, and Alvin's words were going in and out of one ear. It was not until there was no sound around her that she suddenly realized that Alvin was staring at her.

"An, what's going on? Something's not right with you today." Alvin looked at Mi Xiaoan and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"Ah, no." Mi Xiaoan reacted, feeling a little guilty, and said, "I was just thinking, if there was no God-Slaying War, would the current situation of the elves be better?"

"What if" Alvin muttered softly, a little lost in thought, then he smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying: "There are so many ifs. Since it has been done, it has been done. There is no way that the elves have become what they are now. It’s a matter of method.”

Alvin was in a very low mood, and his words no longer had the power of the past. Mi Xiaoan felt her sadness and couldn't help but ask: "Then the elves, the elves, have we ever regretted the battle of killing gods?"

"Maybe I have regrets." Alvin chuckled and said, "But I think if there is another chance to choose, our ancestors will still start a war without hesitation. Even if the choice is in our hands Here, we will do the same."

Alvin paused for a moment, turned to look at the giant tree not far away, and said softly: "This has nothing to do with profit or honor, it's just for faith."

"Do you believe in it?" Mi Xiaoan was stunned. As an atheist, she has no beliefs. I don’t even understand what kind of existence faith is.

"Okay, that's it for today's class." Alvin looked up at the sun, then glanced at Mi Xiaoan, smiled, stood up with his hands on the ground, and said, "You should go look for food. ”

"Oh, okay" Mi Xiaoan responded. The friends around him also stood up one by one.

Due to the sparse population of the elves, children also have to bear part of the work. Although gathering food is time-consuming, it is also the simplest job, so these tasks are assigned to them.

The girls said goodbye to Alvin, then greeted each other, and ran back to their huts with their short bows on their backs.

Mi Xiaoan opened his door, hung the short bow back on the wall, and then looked at a small backpack hanging next to it.

She was stunned for a moment, then took it off, put it in front of her nose and smelled it. A sweet, fruity smell hit her face, making her mouth water. It seemed that An Ping used this to collect food.

"Ann is ready, don't wait too long." Another call came from outside the door, it was Kelna.

She looked out the door and saw several friends already waiting there. She smiled apologetically and said, "Let's go when you're ready."