God seal

"dad."

asked the young Thur.

"Why can't we eat meat?"

"Call me Father," said the Elven-King, "for it is barbarous and shameful to kill life for the gratification of lust."

"But Dad." Searle interrupted the blame that the Elf King was about to say, "So you mean, there is no life in the grass, trees, flowers, fruits, and Chaolu stream? Is it because they can't think or speak, or because they don't have flesh and blood? And soul? But there are so many forms of life, who knows if plants have emotions, and if mountains, rivers and rivers also have their own flesh and blood veins?"

The Elf King was silent for a while.

"And I don't think it's barbaric to kill for survival, and it's not shameful to hunt for food." Searle observed his father's expression, "So father, maybe I can—"

"No." The Elf King said, picking up his offspring like a kitten. "Unless the White Sea dries up, the abyss reappears, and Eli comes down to earth, you don't have to think about eating meat, Searle."

"It's not fair!" Searle struggled in his hand to protest, "You didn't convince me, but you used force to make me submit, it's not fair!"

"It's fair," said the Elven King, "because I am the father, and you are the son. I am the king, and you are the subject. So Syl—" The Elven King hung the young offspring on the branch.

"As a father, I exhort you not to eat meat; as a monarch, I command you not to eat meat."

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The sky turned bright red.

The bright red light spread from the north of the sky, like clusters of burning fires hanging in the sky.The outsider who came to Iranpur for the first time asked curiously: "Is this a special product of the carnival? Which fire mage ignited the clouds in the sky?"

He asked innocently and ridiculously.Beside, the local resident said with a smile: "Masters can't ignite the clouds. This is not a special product of the carnival, you see." Someone pointed the outsiders to the highest point of the entire city of Ilanpur, where stood a white and mysterious The inner city, today it is almost dyed red.

"The red color of the sky tonight is because the holy city has distinguished guests from the north."

north?The outsider wondered curiously, is there any place further north than the city of Iranpur on the entire road?If Iranpur goes further north, isn't there only... that island?

The distinguished guests from the north are sitting on a sofa specially made by the holy city for dozens of people to surround them. In fact, they are not so much a sofa as they are sitting on a huge stone platform made of marble, mithril and precious stones.

These three stone platforms cost a total of five tons of marble, one hundred catties of mithril, and countless precious gems, and were cast by the saint himself overnight.Even so, the distinguished guests staying on this expensive stone platform would occasionally touch the gemstone, lick a mouthful of mithril, and then impatiently spew huge flames at the saint.

And the holy man of light stood less than a foot in front of the distinguished guests, straightened the crown that was almost blown off his head, and looked helplessly at the three red dragons in front of him.

Yes, three red dragons.If there is any place norther than Iranpur in the world, it is only—the island where giant dragons live and multiply—Dragon Island.But now, three red dragons from Long Island are occupying the central square of the holy city, staring at the surroundings with covetous eyes.

Twenty Dui paladins stood guard ten feet away, watching the uninvited guests vigilantly.And farther away, the servants and servants of the gods looked at the saint of light worriedly.At the moment when the saint's hat was blown up by the dragon flames, a servant couldn't help exclaiming: "Oh my god, I'm really worried that the saint's hair will be scorched by the red dragon's dragon flame!"

All the giant dragons have sharp eyes and ears, and the red dragon is even more outrageous. Hearing this, a red dragon looked at the top of the saint's head with malicious intentions, as if thinking about how to replace the gray-haired saint with a disposable scissors. blown hairstyle.

The saint coughed.

"We have already sent someone to invite that lord. Would you like to change your form to get along with us, so that we can meet and talk conveniently?"

"Hoo hoo hoo hoo!"

A huge dragon's breath blew head-on, a little spark fell on the brim of the saint's hat, and at the moment it was about to ignite, the saint of light raised his hand lightly, and the spark landed on his fingertips.He smiled and pinched the spark mixed with terrifying power, and said, "For the sake of Eli's birthday today."

With just one sentence, all the red dragons who were about to throw a tantrum and show off their prestige quieted down. The biggest one glanced at his companions, and finally took the lead in transforming into a human form.

In the flames that seemed to be more dazzling than the sun, a tall human figure gradually appeared.Sparks danced on his long red hair, his strong and powerful torso outlined a perfect figure, his skin was like winter snow, but he had eyes that were as hot as magma.The servants of the gods just glanced at him and covered their eyes in pain.Although the paladins were fine, they didn't dare to look directly at them for a long time and could only avoid their sight.

When the three red dragons all turned into human forms, the other two shorter ones stood behind the leader. Even so, they were still a head taller than the tallest paladin.The dragon's power at the scene was stronger than before the red dragon turned into a human form, it's hard to say that they didn't do it on purpose.

The leader glanced around triumphantly, then looked at the unscathed saint in front of him, and frowned.

"Servants of Dui, we have sent messengers to inform you of our visit a week ago."

"A week ago." The saint was not affected by Longwei at all, and smiled, "If the messenger you are referring to is the night bird that fell outside my bedroom, it was unfortunately regarded by the paladins as an unknown creature that trespassed , Already...um." The saint glanced at the stomachs of several paladins indiscriminately, and changed the subject, "In short, it is very unfortunate that we have not received your notice from a week ago."

"Three days ago, we also used magic to send a message to you!" The red dragon in human form roared, and sparks spewed out of its mouth as it spoke.

"Oh, I got it that time. Thank you very much for giving me three days to prepare. On the eve of the once-in-a-century Eli's birthday, I thought, a part of the busy office staff was dedicated to the dragon The distinguished guests of the island still have enough energy."

The red dragon didn't hear the sarcasm here, but said impatiently: "I don't want to talk nonsense with you. One reason I have waited here quietly for so long is because of the tribute you have prepared." He pointed Behind it are three huge ornate stone platforms studded with precious stones and mithril.

"Another reason is that I thought you could call him here!" the red dragon roared, "but I haven't seen him until now."

The holy man of light said without changing his face, "Actually, whether that lord comes or not is not under our control."

"But you are the saint of Dui! And he lives in Dui's temple! Can't you even invite a fellow who lives in your temple?"

"I think Your Excellency the Red Dragon seems to have overlooked a fact. Although this is Dui's temple, but that..." Before the saint could finish speaking, the grumpy red dragon sprayed the top of the saint's head with a mouthful of dragon breath. past.He decided that he must burn all the hair of this annoying human being bald today!

When the young god attendant rushed to the square with people, what he saw was this horrifying scene.The red dragon, which had turned into a human form but was more terrifying than wild beasts, was opening his huge mouth, as if to swallow the aged saint of light in one gulp.

Oh my god!

The god attendant shouted Du Yi's name in his heart, expecting his main god to save the poor saint of light from the red dragon.In fact, even if there is no divine power, the Holy One of Light can solve the trouble by himself—he once again held the dragon's breath on his fingertips.

The red dragon became furious because of this, and planned to spit out a mouthful of more powerful dragon's breath.Once he accomplished his goal, except for the saints and paladins, no one else would be able to survive.The dragon's breath was condensing, and the paladins raised their weapons nervously, but at this moment the stalemate was interrupted by an external force.

Someone walked into the center of the square.

"Is this a barbecue meeting?"

The questioning with strength broke the dragon's breath that the red dragon was condensing, and the terrifying dragon's breath turned into an empty belch unwilling to spit out, which was swallowed by the red dragon.

The paladins breathed a sigh of relief, and then turned around to look in the direction of the sound.

As early as the moment the mysterious visitor made his voice, the red dragon averted his eyes. They stared at the figure approaching step by step, almost critically sizing him up.

This is an elf, and his appearance, which is deeply loved by the goddess of nature, needless to be praised. His tall and vigorous figure does not appear weak even in front of the stalwart red dragon.The night wind brushed his long hair, pierced through the pair of light and slender pointed ears, and then gently lifted the forehead hair, revealing the mysterious pair of light silver eyes.It is like a pair of ambers, a ray of moonlight, a handful of first snow, a cluster of flames, an abyss, and a dead leaf.When you stand in front of him, you will be attracted by these eyes for the first time.

Unlike other elves, the one in front of him didn't have his hair loose, and he didn't braid his hair like the elves who already had a partner. Instead, he braided a strand of long hair on each side and tied it with a silver button. Buckled in the back.Similarly, the other paladins present also had similar hairstyles and similar silver buckles.The silver buckle must be engraved with the name of the god to whom they are sincerely loyal.

At this time, careful people will understand that this is not only an elf, but also a paladin dedicated to the gods.On the entire continent, the elves who believed in nature only produced such a different species.

"Sarandir."

The red dragon withdrew its critical gaze, and called out the name cautiously.

Sarandeer Eli Anvia.

Anvia represents that he has inherited the strongest bloodline in the Elven Tree Sea, and it is where his blood belongs; Eli is the imprint of the gods that he was engraved on, and it is also the source of his strength.Only Sarandir is truly his own. It was the real name carefully chosen by the Elven King when he had not left the Elven Tree Sea 300 years ago; it was called by his friends countless times when he traveled to the mainland 200 years ago. It is the name that was passed down by the world when he lived in seclusion in the holy city 150 years ago.

"Eli's Paladin."

The paladins of the God of Light looked at him with admiration, the red dragons looked at him warily, and the servants looked at him curiously. Only the Holy One of Light noticed that when he heard that address, Sarandiel had a look in his eyes. The fleeting hesitation, it passed so quickly, it was almost like an illusion.

"Yes, well, indeed."

When one day you find that you have become a unique and rare species in this world, don't blame others for always looking at you so strangely.

Salanduil muttered to himself several times, as a response to the red dragon's address, and then asked again under the eyes of everyone.

"So the red dragon, you are trying to roast the skinny body of an old human being with flames. Is this the new taste of the dragons? Skewers from the Holy One?" the elf said, "By the way, you can eat meat from unknown sources like this , won't you have diarrhea?"

-

"dad."

Searle said with a serious face: "I apologize for my previous behavior. I shouldn't keep thinking about eating meat. Please put me down from the tree."

Seeing the sincere emotion on the face of the young descendant, the Elf King bent his mouth.

"Call me father," said the Elf-king. "So, how are you going to apologize?"

"You're a little preoccupied, father." Sel said, "Do you still care about this when you are sitting on the entire sea of ​​elves?"

The Elf King said, "These are two different things, at least you need to express your sincerity."

"Okay." Searle lowered his head, "I swear by my real name," he gritted his teeth and said with pain, "I will no longer hunt or eat meat behind my father's back."

The Elf King heard his reluctance, and smiled lightly: "Searle, do you know why I forbid you to eat meat?"

Searle didn't speak, but his eyes had already expressed it - needless to say, of course you are stuck in your own way and don't know the deliciousness of meat at all!Thinking so in his heart, he said: "Because you taught me to curb my selfish desires..."

"No." The Elf King said, "Because you will have diarrhea if you eat meat, and if the maids find out that you have diarrhea, I will lose face."

Seir suddenly looked up at the Elf King, trying to make sure he was serious. After ten breaths, the waiters outside the door heard the quarrel between the king and the crown prince again—the one hundred and first time—unilaterally of.