The king of solo row [Comprehensive British and American]

Arya thinks she might have made a wrong decision.

The blond girl stood on the bridge and looked at the dilapidated imperial city. This city above the gloomy sea was now shrouded in a bleak night, and the bright red blood moon fell on the water, reflecting the crimson of the apocalypse. All the stars disappeared without a trace, and those magnificent palaces and towers were eroded by darkness, leaving only endless despair in the moonlight.

She took back Levatin silently, and the monster dragon that had just been pierced by the sharp blade let out a sharp neigh, and flapped its wings and flew into the depths of the imperial city.

Arya looked back at the elf who ran out of the house. The little girl had a pair of pointed ears and a pair of colorful scales on her back, like a little butterfly breaking into the dark world.

"……what are you doing here?"

The little elf was still flying in mid-air, and wiped away her tears with her hand. The back of her hand was scratched by the claw of the monster dragon. The wound was already healing, and she also wiped off the blood. However, through the pale skin, she could faintly see The blood of the pale blue turned black, "Wuwuwu, Your Majesty... Thank you... I knew you were not dead..."

Aliya looked at her hand and was silent for two seconds, and found that the child didn't realize that she was polluted by the disaster, "I don't know if it's really me you're talking about, or if you think I'm the God of Light... this may be There should be no sex, after all, we are both of different genders."

"Your Majesty?" The elf blinked, and seemed to understand what was going on, "...I've seen you from afar before...you don't seem to be so short."

"Okay, you got the wrong person," Arya shook her head, "Listen..."

Before the words fell, more elves came, maybe the little girl's family members, they flew out from the direction of the forest in a hurry, their weapons were not put away, their faces were full of anxiety, and they let go when they saw that the elves were safe and sound. After taking a deep breath, they saw the blond protoss holding the sword of victory, and they all exclaimed.

"It's true what they say!"

"His Royal Highness is back..."

"That's Levatin?!"

"She really looks like Your Majesty—"

"Will she be willing to be our king..."

The elf's parents came forward excitedly to express their gratitude. They lived in a nearby forest castle. Although they were often harassed by monster dragons, they refused to move away. Many people had been polluted by disasters, turned into monsters or died directly.

Arya talked to them a few times, and more elves just stood aside and talked in a low voice. In fact, she could hear what they were saying. I can understand the reluctance of these people to leave their hometown. After all, Yalf Heim is too polluted, no matter where you live, you can't escape the disaster. Even if you move to Asgard, unless you have family or are very rich, it is difficult to live directly in the cities around Asgard.

"Can I ask you a question," the blond girl said in a low voice, and the two elves nodded curiously, obviously finding that she was actually very talkative, and they were used to such a protoss, after all, the previous king never acted superior , "I heard some people question whether I would like to be king here... I thought, um, I thought it was by blood?"

"Oh, Your Highness, don't misunderstand, no one will doubt your blood, I think those people said," said an elf a little embarrassed, "because the crown was lost deep in the ruins of the imperial city, and no one knew where it was. There, some people may think that you should get the crown, which is a rare treasure made by the high light elves. They think that only the God of Light is worthy of such a crown of glory, but you are all blood relatives, and in our opinion Inheriting such a kingdom will only cause you a lot of trouble—"

The elf's wife observed Arya's face and said: "You never need to be responsible for these, Your Highness, we can understand no matter what you choose, we don't think you need to prove yourself, Your Majesty has wanted to do it countless times. I donated his throne to you not because this kingdom is insignificant in his heart, on the contrary..."

"He loves you. If you hadn't been kidnapped and grew up in God's Domain, maybe he would beg you—"

"Hey!" Thor descended from the sky angrily. He managed to remain calm and did not raise the hammer in his hand. After all, the elves are not warlike protoss. !"

Arya: "........."

Arya took a deep breath, "I heard the verb after that. wap.kanmaoxian.com"

The elves looked at the two protoss in silence.

Sol began to feel that facing his niece suddenly seemed to be a thousand years old. The little girl was still very calm, as if it was just unexpected, "Your mother's parents are brothers and sisters."

Arya shrugged, "I know."

"You Vanir Protoss..." Sol said a little helplessly, "There is such a...tradition, although they may not be married, but many people are...but this is wrong."

At this time, an elf whispered, "It's just that the Asa gods think this is a problem*."

Thor didn't think so, "That's because it really..."

"Wait, stop, God," Arya looked at him in disbelief, "is this the time to talk about this? I'm not inclined to, thank you, and my blood relatives are gone, I Mother's soul does not want to see me, you can rest assured."

"Sorry," Thor was a little tangled, "Actually, Loki... well, let's not talk about this, it's probably because our two races have too many inconsistent habits. Got into a fight with the Vanir, let alone the ones who are married... Well, I didn't say you have to marry an Asgardian, I just said, no, it doesn't matter, I just broke up with my girlfriend too... ..."

Arya and a group of elves stared at him speechlessly.

"Okay," the former nodded, "that's why most people think I'm not the king, because I should retrieve the crown of the God of Light... This seems like a serious and clear task, to explore the ruins of the imperial city."

After all, she grew up in the atrium, maybe she played too many games, or maybe she was still in the second grade, Thor shook his head, "There is nothing you should do, I brought you back not to make you live better Worse than being in the atrium."

"No, it's actually a good place here, I don't need to hide from surveillance cameras, I don't need to hear those..."

The blond girl paused for a while.

This place is still on the edge of the imperial city, everyone can see the spreading black mist, the soaring and circling monster dragon, and the unrestrained disaster, like countless pitch-black tentacles sweeping across the bridge, the color of the sky has become dark It was also obscure, and the elves didn't want to stay longer, so the parents pulled their daughter over and asked her to thank His Highness the God of War.

The little girl said aggrieved thank you, she still seemed confused why His Majesty the King became so much shorter, and Arya still didn't understand how she could confuse herself with the God of Light, but——

Arya walked over and gently held the elf's wrist, her fingers pressed the scar on the back of the little girl's hand, and a strange feeling of touch immediately penetrated into her fingertips along the place where the skin met.

The blond girl slowly took out a piece of chocolate and put it in her palm, "This is the dessert in the atrium, for you."

The little elf tilted his head to look at her and said thank you again, and the latter let go of his hand, seeing that the color of the blood vessels on the back of the former's hand had returned.

These elves didn't know that the child was injured. After all, when they came, His Highness the God of War was holding the sword of victory, and the demon dragon had just been driven away. They didn't know that Arya came a step late. They thanked and saluted again and left one after another. go.

Arya turned her head, and Thor was looking at her without saying a word.

The girl looked back nonchalantly, "What's wrong?"

"I saw it."

Alia looked indifferent, "I didn't do anything against the law or discipline, you can see it when you see it, and by the way, no matter what happens to me here, you don't need to feel guilty—— dear uncle , Anyway, according to the age of Shenyu, I am an adult, besides, I know you are not because you are afraid of feeling guilty, I know you care about me, but, I swear it is really nothing! If some people are really in 1000 years Use me to absorb disaster—"

"You look fine now, but that doesn't mean you'll be fine forever!"

"Don't curse me please."

Thor now looks a lot like a parent who wants to lock up a bear child, "... there must be another way."

"If you were me, would you do what I did just now?"

Sol fell silent, the answer is undoubtedly yes, but from the perspective of a bystander——

"If you were me, would you do nothing and let this happen?"

The girl looked at him in surprise, "...I would probably advise you not to do this, but if you insist on doing this, I can't help it. After all, it's your choice."

Heck.

"Also, I'm here because I like it, otherwise no one would be able to *me," Arya thought for a while, and completed their previous conversation, "Besides, how could it be worse than the earth to be able to fight unscrupulously."

Sol barely talked about the topic just now, "The lives of people in the courtyard are very fragile, at least, I mean most of them... Didn't you feel this way when you were young?"

"Um……"

Arya thought for a while, she didn't want to talk about the game, so she could only answer half-truth: "It's okay, I've never been sick, and injuries always heal faster than others, but it's not like now So much, it feels like... who sealed me, and then gradually recovered for some reason recently?"

"Maybe it's a calamity," Saul began to rage again, "I can't believe those people have been using you to absorb the calamity! And they probably did affect you with some kind of magic, Freya couldn't even find you, how much she She used her own blood to locate you for the first time, but it seemed that she kept failing, she knelt in a pool of blood and cried, the wound healed quickly, she could only cut her wrists, the blood stained her skirt—”

The little girl lowered her head and said nothing.

Thor couldn't help but regret bringing up this topic, "Wait, you were often injured in the atrium... before?"

"Sometimes," Arya said nonchalantly, seeing the look on the other person's face, she had to explain a few words, "No, it's not like you think, for example, when I was in middle school, I had a boyfriend who was a bitch who liked me , I didn’t know about it at all, we didn’t even talk, and suddenly one day she led someone to block me in the bathroom, I hit three, and the last four were all sent to the hospital, but I was the first to leave the hospital, And that person's teeth were knocked out by me, and her father came to beat me up, and my grandfather almost shot me, well, it was messy afterwards, but it was resolved."

Sol: "..."

For the gods who are accustomed to war and death, the small fights between these children seem to be nothing. However, when it happened to the former parties, no one else can understand the feeling.

"Wait, I remember it was still daytime?"

The emperor of Alfheim is the city of the god of light. In the hearts of the elves, this is the supreme paradise. Now it has lost the dawn of hope, and the disaster spreads in the prosperous and glorious city, swallowing the light and all the gods. Sex and vitality.

They passed a long bridge and walked into the edge of the imperial city. The blond girl raised her head in surprise. This plane is obviously very sick, especially in this area full of disasters. The dawn disappeared, day and night completely overturned, and the sun never shined on this area. ruins.

Only a demon-red blood crescent moon hangs high in the sky, reflecting thousands of palaces eroded by darkness. On those solid high walls and buttresses, traces of black mud fill every complicated and curly carving pattern. The road where the chariots of the gods drove collapsed and broke, with scattered bricks and stones and half of the wall rolled down.

There are scattered black sticky liquids everywhere on the street, as if someone has knocked over countless oil barrels here, and carefully observing those liquids are still boiling and rolling, and the contaminated bones buried in them can be vaguely recognized.

Arya couldn't help but opened Steam and took a look.

Well, she didn't buy Dark Souls 3 when she was insane, although it doesn't seem to make a difference now.