Diablo Destruction

"How is this going?"

Early in the morning, there was a lot of noise outside. Could it be that the elves who collectively suffered from pink eye disease finally couldn't bear it anymore and had been patiently waiting for the general attack for so many days?

That's great, let me blast you gorgeously to the top of the crystal tree to lay eggs.

I shook my arm and stuck my head out of the window. I hung a shield on my left arm to protect myself from the sudden attack of cold arrows. However, the result was not as I expected. An overwhelming barrage of arrows and magic were thrust towards my head. Up and down, it was quite calm outside, and the noise seemed to be happening in the distance.

Weird.

Muttering secretly, I took off all the equipment I was ready to go and put on a new style black cloak that Veras had hand-sewn. As for why I emphasized the new style, it was because what I had been wearing before was just nine years ago. It was a popular style of cloak when they came to the Dark Continent. Because of this, many adventurers with harsh words have secretly called it one of the "rustic cloak man", "outdated cloak man", and "uncle's cloak man". class words.

"..."

Okay, let’s put aside the third subtle title. In short, the cloaked man is rude enough. I can’t stand it if there is an embellishment in front of it. After thinking about it, I decided to let Vilas wear the original style. As many as 10 new inner pockets have been added to the cloak, making this outdated cloak more meaningful, so it is the new style of cloak that is worn now.

However, the slightly troubled expression on Vilas's face when she first agreed has always made me very concerned.

After putting on the cloak and hat, I looked around to make sure there was no flaw, then I sneaked out of the back window and walked along the noisy place.

The inner city of the Elf King City is already quite lively. In addition to the original number of elves, there are also many other curious adventurers who come to watch because of the marriage between the two races. If you look carefully, you might be able to find a rare race. , is shrouded in a cloak, disguised as an ordinary passerby, waiting for this event to come.

Of course, the largest number of alliance adventurers is still there. There is no way, who told our adventurer alliance that there is nothing but too many people?

These large influxes of outsiders made the originally quiet and elegant Elf King City become noisy and chaotic. The elves did not seem to be angry. The scenery that had been calm for tens of thousands of years suddenly had new vitality, which made them dissatisfied with the current situation. The familiar yet unfamiliar environment feels endlessly novel. Of course, it is only novel and fun for the moment. If things continue like this for a long time, these elves who like tranquility will definitely not be happy.

Now, in addition to the representative teams of various ethnic groups, other adventurers who come to watch on their own are all arranged to live in the outer city. They can come in and visit freely during the day when the inner city is open, but they must return to the outer city at night. This is also for Easy to manage.

Thanks to these adventurers, especially the alliance adventurers, my mysterious outfit did not attract too much attention on the street. I followed the flow of people and continued to flow towards noisy places.

Oh, speaking of which, I have been playing hide-and-seek with the elves in the past few days, but I have never taken a proper tour of the legendary Elf King City.

In fact, if you compare carefully and get to the essence without looking at the fancy appearance, there is not much difference between this place and Rogge Camp. Don’t think that the elves are a beautiful paradise. There are also poor people and beggars here.

How can I put it? It’s just an analogy. It’s like the same bread stall. In Rogge Camp, the stall owner will try his best to study the taste to make his bread more delicious, or find ways to attract other people’s attention. In a word , that is, pragmatic.

In the elves, these elven bakers (if they have such a title) will choose to spend more energy on how to decorate their own stalls, or in the way of wandering merchants, or play beautiful music. to play music, or to show off your charming singing voice. Most of the time, those elf guests pay more attention to whether your music is beautiful and whether your singing is touching, rather than the taste.

To put it simply, life in Rogge Camp gives people more of a simple and pragmatic atmosphere, with emotions and sorrows clearly visible, while life in the Elf King City integrates art into the life of companions. From this point of view, the elves Perhaps the material level is not much different from ours, but the spiritual level is obviously much higher. No wonder those bards always compare the elves to angels who have fallen into the mortal world, and regard the Elf King City as the human world. Heaven.

Oh, this fruit scone seems to taste good, but why is it specifically marked [for adventurers only]? Could it be said that status discrimination also exists among the elves?

Out of curiosity, I bought several specially marked fruit scones in one go. When I ate them, I felt something different. The taste was much better than the ordinary ones. I had to sigh loudly. It turned out that it seemed The beautiful elves also have this kind of discrimination.

"Oh, idiot Wu~~"

While walking and eating, I was suddenly slapped hard on the back. I was startled and quickly turned around to see who this terrible guy was, who could see through my master's disguise at a glance.

Of course, in fact, the moment I turned my head, my head had already realized that besides one person, who else could pronounce my new nickname.

"How do you..."

Looking back, Beja, who looked even more petite and exquisite in her large cloak, blinked behind me. Behind her were the little fox, the white wolf group, the fake smiling prince Chris, and the little girl Tia.

Damn it, I always feel isolated. These guys went out to play happily, but left me alone at home. Speaking of which, when did their relationship become so good?

"Come on, let's go out to play together and leave me alone at home."

I protested unwillingly, especially focusing on the little fox and the white wolf. Little fox, we are an old couple, can you bear to leave me alone? Be careful I divorce you.

And Bai Lang, your sister Lena is in my hands. How dare you not even say hello to me when you have fun? Hum, are you such a controlling sister that you don’t want Lena to live a stable life? Drip work?

"You idiot Wu, you are already a street rat in the Elf King City. We don't want to be with you and be stared at by other people."

Beiya said this to me in a ruthless tone, like a dead Taoist friend but a poor Taoist.

"Nonsense, aren't I pretending to be pretty good?"

I sneered at Beja's lame excuse.

"Hey, Elder Fan, congratulations."

As soon as he finished speaking, a familiar adventurer next to him came up to him, patted his shoulder and said hello cordially.

"Master Fan, you have to be careful and don't be alone. I heard that the elves are looking for opportunities, so I won't say more to you, lest your identity be exposed."

This enthusiastic and familiar adventurer then carefully looked at the surrounding situation, then lowered his voice and said this to me, and left in a hurry.

"..."

"Look, that's it."

Beja said proudly with a condescending victory gesture.

"Ah, I won't tell you anymore, we still have to go watch the fun."

As if she suddenly remembered something, Beya immediately left me behind and hurried towards the place where the crowd gathered.

"Wait for me, you heartless guys."

Seeing a group of people following them without any hesitation, I quickly shouted and followed them. Fortunately, the little fox finally had a conscience and deliberately slowed down and fell behind with me.

He deserved a beating, but he actually left his husband alone and went out with others to run wild? ! !

Keeping up with the little fox, I didn't hesitate to put a big palm on her perky buttocks.

"Wow~~, you bad guy~~"

The sensitive part was suddenly attacked. The little sky fox's furry fox ears suddenly stood up in a frightened manner, and then its charming eyes that seemed to be dripping with water at any time stared at it.

Who is whose husband? You bad guy is really not shy.

Just accept your fate, no one will want you, this little naughty fox, except me.

I made a gesture like "Thank me, only a kind-hearted person like me will take you in" and said with a proud heart.

Nonsense, if I am willing, humph~~

That charming and beautiful face shone with pride, leaving no one doubting the authenticity of the little fox's words.

Although you say this, don't forget that we have already slept together. I have touched your tail and covered your tail, so you can no longer marry anyone other than me.

Woohoo~~

The little fox let out a confused cry. It was not that there were no loopholes to refute, but she was still a clean sheet of paper when it came to love. She really couldn't say such wild words as "I can marry someone else even if you touch me."

By taking advantage of the other person's pure heart, am I becoming more and more evil?

I have nothing to say, huh, tell me for yourself, how should I receive the punishment after I go back?

Seeing the little fox's speechless look, I immediately became proud.

I don't want you, a scoundrel, to fall in love with that elf queen and develop a relationship. I don't care about it.

After finishing speaking, the little fox angrily quickened his pace.

Oh, that's it, he's jealous. Although he looks nonchalant on the surface, he didn't expect that this little fox is unexpectedly jealous.

Smiling secretly, I increased my speed and followed him.

Be good, my Lucia is the most obedient. Take a bite to calm down.

I handed over the fruit scone in my hand.

Stop looking down on others, this method of coaxing children is really too childish for Ben Tianhu.

Although the little fox replied harshly, his eyes kept glancing at the fruit scones that were handed over to him. After hesitating for a long time, he finally came closer like a kitten licking milk for the first time. My lips gently touched the place where I had bitten the fruit scone, and took a small bite.

"This is……"

While chewing, the little fox showed a subtle expression.

"How about it, it tastes good."

"Is there anything special noted on it?"

After swallowing, the little fox pointed to the fruit scone in his hand and asked with a subtle expression.

"How do you know it's marked on it? It does say [for adventurers only], but you can't tell that there is also discrimination among the elves." I shook my head and sighed.

"How many...have you eaten?"

The little fox's eyes suddenly showed a trace of pity for some reason.

"It's not like you just left me alone. I haven't had a good meal since last night, so I just bought twelve tickets in one go. Now I only have this one left. No, give them all." You."

He took the fruit scone from my hand and ate the remaining half with cute little mouthfuls. The little fox wiped his bright red lips with a handkerchief and looked over with more pity.

"Is there any...is there any problem?"

I vaguely noticed something from her subtle expression, and asked in a slight panic.

"In order to make the fruit scone more delicious, we put a seasoning called dorocao on it."

"So that's it, is that why it tastes better than regular fruit scones? Dolomites are so great."

I sighed with emotion. I didn't expect that a small piece of grass could change the taste drastically. This world is really amazing.

"Tora grass is a laxative."

The next moment, the little fox said something that made me sweat.

"Ordinary people can't eat it. Only adventurers' physiques have no problem. That's why it is marked [for adventurers only]. This is common sense."

Yes, I'm really sorry for my lack of common sense.

"Then, since he is an adventurer, there should be no problem. Didn't you just eat too?"

"Generally speaking, there is no problem, but if you eat too much..."

At this point, the little fox showed a subtle smile, and the words behind it were self-explanatory.

"Is there...is there anything I can do?"

I don’t know if it was a psychological effect, but I suddenly felt like my words were a pounding, and my voice was trembling as I looked at the little fox.

"Yep."

The little fox gently tapped his delicate lips with his slender index finger, using an extremely seductive movement, and said to me charmingly.

"Great, what can I do?" At this moment, the little fox exuded the light of a goddess in my eyes.

"Take these."

He took out a thick stack of paper and put it in my dazed hand. The little fox stepped lightly and left his sight with a series of touching laughter.

Woooooooooooooooooooooh! !

Maybe the middle-aged man who sells fruit scones, who looks like a kind-hearted man, is actually a senior magician who is jealous of my marriage to Artoria. It’s terrible, it’s terrible.

In an instant, the elves became synonymous with assassins in my mind. Maybe when I was in the toilet just now, my life was already hanging by a thread. No, maybe the three or four-year-old elf kid next to me looked over from time to time. The next moment, he would take out a dagger from his clothes and stab me.

I walked along suspiciously, and finally, I came to the gathering place of people, which seemed to be a large public square in the Elf King City.

"Bad guy, here, here~~!!"

Not far away, the little fox was in a slightly secluded position, wagging its tail and waving to me, but the others had already disappeared. It seemed that they had already squeezed in to watch the show, and she was the only one who stayed here specially. Come down and wait for yourself.

It can be seen from this that although he talks a little harshly, the little fox is actually very good to him, and Tianhu's infatuation is not adulterated at all.

"Little fox, you are the best to me."

I strode forward, held the little fox in my arms and gave him a kiss. I said with great emotion.

"Bad guy, let go~~"

She was unexpectedly hugged and said something like this. For a moment, Lucia didn't know whether to struggle shyly or proudly puff out her chest and say, "It's good that you know, you'll have to work hard to pay it back in the future." Yes, after a while, he struggled slightly with a slightly red face, whispered softly in a voice as thin as a mosquito's groan, closed his eyelashes, and took a deep breath of contentment.

After kissing and whispering softly, and taking this rare opportunity to vent the thoughts I had accumulated over the past few months, I took the little fox and looked in the direction of the crowded square.

"What happened?"

I asked while squeezing in the crowd and carefully protecting the little fox in my arms, determined not to let other guys take advantage of it.

"It seems like your alliance caused the trouble, right?"

The little fox asked in a tone of "I should ask you this".

"What?"

At this time, with the druid's good sight, I finally discovered that the familiar figures in the center of the crowd were not the old drunkard and Muradin, but together with several other alliance adventurers (perhaps they were attracted by these two old men). The poor guy (the poor guy who was doing hard labor) was doing something unknown, and the crowd erupted from time to time with the excitement of the elves.

After closing the distance, the chaotic voices in the crowd finally became clear.

"I know that everyone is dissatisfied with the marriage between the Alliance and your Highness the Queen, but there is nothing we can do about it. In order for the two races to coexist in peace and friendship again, this is the simplest way. Your Highness the Queen, with her own a matter determined by his will.”

The sharp voice of the old drunkard came from the crowd.

Huh?

Is this really coming from the mouth of an old drunkard? Are you sure there are no auditory hallucinations?

I dug my ears hard, and for a moment I even had doubts about my hearing organs.

Impossible, how could such human-like words come from the mouth of an old drunkard? Isn't that guy on stage a knockoff dressed up as an old drunkard?