Although Paladin Christina is not a human, her loyalty is unquestionable. In the first few years of being sentenced to exile, her mother wandered around the border with her young one and refused to leave. She sympathized with the mother and daughter, pretending not to know that they lived in one of the garage huts, and often "accidentally" forgot food in front of the house. Until one day, her mother and she came back from the river and little Christina ran in front as always, wanting to see what delicious food the Ranger brought today. Her mother combed her wet hair and followed her.

She got an arrow that was flying, and the well-crafted feather arrow penetrated deeply into the trunk beside the child. The shaking of the arrow shaft had not stopped, and the next arrow arrived in a flash! The arrow broke through the tail of the first arrow and nailed it into the same place. The young elf girl was frightened, and her mother ran up to live in her tightly.

"At least let us pack up the package, okay?" My mother begged the Sagittarius deep in the forest. With the advantage of long ears, she heard the sound of pulling the bowstring. There is a proverb for the high elf that says "It's not three things", so my mother picked up Christina and ran away. When she was young, she felt a lot of water drops falling on her head. She buried her head in her mother's arms in fear, unable to tell whether it was tears or the stream water left at the ends of her mother's hair.

The exile career really began, but they had nothing but clothes to cover their bodies. Half a year later, the human businessman who came to the elves' land to buy classics with a lot of money, met a mother and daughter who were about to starve to death when he returned home with a full load. The merchant was very knowledgeable about the high elves' words, and even gestured and fooled, bringing the two elves who were burying their heads to the empire.

Now, although nearly a hundred years have passed, Christina also remembers the taste of the dry food, "Eat slowly." is the first imperial language she learned.

The Paladin likes humans, especially someone, but he is dead.

In order to avoid the green barbarians desecrating the martyrs in public when the two armies were fighting each other. The empire sent elite cavalry to sneak in at night, intending to take back the body of the brave. The team approached the investigation, but found that the village was filled with countless orcs and goblins and could not be approached. Since it was not as yin as possible, then it would be hard.

More than ten days after the brave Lyon was killed, the two knights who arrived nearby and the infantry from the border province initially completed the battlefield assembly. The main forces of each legion were coming from the garrisons of adjacent provinces along the Imperial Avenue. If there was plenty of time, the advantage was on the empire. But from the beginning, this war of strife was not simply a war of soldiers and generals, and water came to cover the earth.

Lyon's body was still crucified. It was early winter. After another twenty days, the body would be stunning to the point where it affected the burial. Representatives of all countries were rushing to the capital, and even the dwarves who did not leave their homes also sent a delegation of mourning. If the ambassadors and foreign race representatives saw the great hero's highly corrupt and corpses of pus, the empire would have no face.

His Majesty the Emperor expressed that this kind of thing could not be tolerated. As the noble people opened their mouths, the gears of the empire should do their duty.

On the 20th day after Lyon's murder, a court wizard entered the tent where the officers discussed the matter and conveyed the emperor's oral decree: "Attack immediately, be sure to regain the body of the brave before sunset, and those who violate the military law will engage in it!"

The church Knights arrived at the battlefield later that day, and were greeted by a group of panicked defeated soldiers. The Bishop Rudolph jumped off the horse and grabbed one of the soldiers who wanted to bypass him and continue to escape: "Tell me, what's going on ahead!"

The deserter struggled desperately, but Rudolph was too strong, so he had to give up: "...I lost, lost, there were thousands of orcs, the captain died, the knight died, and everyone died!"

The bishop threw the deserter to the ground and took the hammer from his belt, waving intimidatingly: "You cowards, now you will either go back to fight or die here!"

The coward looked at the bishop with a back and waist with a bear, and got up and pulled out the knife he carried with him. This was his only weapon left. For a moment, he seemed to want to pounce on the bishop, but eventually turned to the direction of the battlefield. The nearby defeated soldiers took the majesty of the priest, stopped and reorganized the team.

Rudolph turned to his subordinates behind him, "The knights of the church will never retreat. For the mother of the earth, move forward!" The fully armed bishop raised the hammer with his hands, and under the afterglow of the sunset, it shone with a strange light. Christina in the team felt her heart beating significantly faster. The defeated soldiers surrounded by the knights gradually straightened her back.

When Christina and her fellow knights arrived at the center of the battlefield, the friendly forces were defeated. The strong orcs waved their strange weapons and chased the defeated soldiers. Many goblins following behind the orcs were plundering the spoils on the bodies. When they met people who were not dead, these little monsters with sharp ears and hook noses would cut the throats of the wounded soldiers or poke the victims with spears.

The knights of the church lined up quickly and launched a charge.

The paladin held a flat spear and aimed at an orc in front of him, pierced the green-skinned beast and its simple armor, and nailed it to the ground. The elves dropped the spear and drew out the sword. Several goblins rushed over with a scimitar. Her mount knocked over two, and a particularly brave goblin was cut off by her sword. The little green-skinned people screamed and ran away from the female knight. The elves under the armor showed a cruel smile. She did not pursue them. The knights killed the green-skinned people who dared to entangle and turned back to the starting point.

Bishop Rudolph was both a devout priest and a qualified commander. When the knights rushed towards the green-skinned chasing the defeated soldiers, he had already collected some of the remaining defeated soldiers and organized them to move the necessary equipment from the subsequent carriages and establish a stable position.

Christina took the new spear from the infantry and joined the team for the second charge. This time, her target was a tall orc wearing black armor and a helmet. Most of the green skins were addicted to the fun of killing the defeated soldiers. This guy summoned the gang of orcs and goblins and rushed towards the church knights.

The knights kept the mounts running at a small pace. All the knights flattened their spears again, and the green skin in front of them also stopped. The female elf saw that many orcs had taken out crossbows. She grabbed the horse's belly and urged the horse to speed up.

"Ding...Ding Ding" She was hit at least three times. As a paladin, in addition to wearing well-made armor, she was also given special favors to the gods, and the crossbow arrows were bounced away harmlessly. The orc shooter showed a confused expression. If the opponent was smart enough, he would shoot her horse first. Unfortunately, the green skin has always been known for being stupid, and Christina did not intend to give them a chance to correct it.

She pierced a certain orc who turned his head and fled with a spear, then drew out the sword and rushed towards the black-armored orc in the formation. She slashed horizontally, and the sword fell on the shield raised by the other party. The violent collision made her right hand numb and almost lost her weapon. At the moment when both sides were staggered, the orc commander grinned at her. This time the show-off made it lose its life, and another knight who also targeted the black-armored orc came and chopped off its head.

Losing command, the green skin that was fighting stubbornly dispersed. The Elf Knight and her companions gathered their team and prepared to return to the position. The Elf occasionally glanced at the cross on the top of the slope and Lyon on it.

Christina's eyes were blood red, and she stood on the battlefield where people roared and neighed, but her pointed ears could no longer hear any sound. Some kind of high decibel tinnitus occupied her brain. Christina turned her horse's head and rushed towards the top of the slope. Her off guard comrades were thrown behind her.

A crossbow arrow hit her mount, and the horse-in-hard man stood up and threw Christina heavily to the ground, and her helmet fell to one side. She fell too hard and could hardly breathe. The goblin with a short spear surrounded her and planned to harvest her life. A knight arrived in time and dispersed them. The knight turned around to check her situation. The two goblins took the opportunity to climb up his shoulders, and the little green skin stabbed the dagger into the gap in his face armor. The knight in the severe pain rolled down from the saddle, and he took off his helmet and wanted to check his injuries. A battle axe slashed into his head from top to bottom. The murderer in black armor laughed wildly, stepped on the knight's chest and pulled out the axe.

The black-armored orc looked around proudly, looking for the next victim. Christina, who struggled to get up, was perfect. Seeing this beautiful creature with blond hair and green eyes, the dirty orc believed that there was no better trophy than it. It licked its dark green lips and walked over.

"Ah!!!!" The high elf paladin shouted and stood up with his sword. The orc was startled and clenched the battle axe. Christina took the lead and stabbed it at its unprotected throat. The orc blocked it with the axe surface, and waved his simple and rough backhand, forcing the elf to jump backwards.

Christina knew that although the orc in front of her was mentally retarded, it was wrapped in armor, and she could easily use the heavy battle axe with one armour, while she had only an ordinary sword. She had a few moves, leaving only some scratches on the black armor. The situation became increasingly unfavorable to her, and the black armored orc had a wretched smile on the corner of her mouth. The other party easily took her attack, but did not fight back, but gradually pushed her into a dead corner. The goblins around lowered the tip of the spear and restricted her range of movement. The green skins were obviously preparing to capture the high elves alive.

The paladin held the hilt of the sword in both hands, and the sword was level with his eyes. She rushed towards the black-armored orc who was a few steps away. The elves were betting that the damn beast would not be willing to kill her. Besides, even if he died under the battle axe, it was a relief for her at this time. Since the moment he saw the cross, Christina had lost the will to survive.

The orc commander turned the axe blade to the back and swung it towards the elves. This time, Christina did not retreat and dodges. She resolutely pierced the orc's throat, and the other party still had a dirty expression on his face. The elf knight had not had time to draw out his sword, and the heavy axe back hit her left shoulder. Christina was slapped out by the orc's death strike, like a broken toy. Although the shoulder pad suffered most of the impact, she still heard the sound of bone breaking.

Christina woke up and saw a white tent when she opened her eyes. She tried to support her upper body, and a severe pain immediately came from her shoulders, which made her scream. Only then did she see that she had her armor removed, her left shoulder sleeve was cut off, and her exposed skin was still white. The Elf Knight touched her shoulders, without any sign of bone breaking. She slowly moved out of the bed, and the nun beside her helped the Elf stand up.

"Mr. Christina, the priest has just healed your wounds and can't get up and walk." With the support of the nun, the elf gradually regained his balance.

"Thank you, but I need some fresh air." The elf refused the nun's kindness. There were other wounded people who needed care. The Paladin could not be selfish.

The battle outside was over. The infantry guarded a group of dejected goblins and orcs. The young attendants poked the soldiers who fell to the ground one by one with weapons. Whenever someone groaned, the attendants would shout loudly to the priest. The blue holy lights lit up the battlefield at night.

The paladin looked at the hillside where she was charging to the death. The cross that desecrated the hero was removed. Several coffins were placed on the ground. One of them was very expensive. 'I want to look at him, I want to look at his face! ' Christina ran towards the top of the slope, her feet stumbled. She was so weak that she fell to the ground in a few steps. She saw the soldier carrying the coffin and putting it on the carriage. 'Wait! Wait for me, wait for me, Lyon!'The elves used their hands and feet and crawled forward.

Rudolph, the bishop of the Knights, was a man covered in muscles. He pulled Christina up, his movements were extremely gentle. The elf's eyes were distracted and his body was trembling violently. His lost appearance made the bishop deeply sympathetic. The nun came to hug the elf and helped her back to the tent to rest.

"My Excellency Rudolph, please stay!" A man wearing a mage's wide-brimmed hat called the bishop's name, wearing a robe embroidered with a royal mark. The mage took off his hat, bowed slightly, and handed Rudolph a letter with the emperor's seal.

"You have to return immediately to attend the memorial service of Lord Lyon..." The bald priest frowned, "Please report to Your Majesty, Paladin Christina was unfortunately injured and needed treatment urgently, and may not be able to report it in time." Rudolf hated red tape. He knew very well that the so-called memorial service always gathered representatives from all walks of life to praise the martyrs as selfless and selfless. At the last moment before his death, he only thought about paying taxes, not his family. This commemorative activity full of official articles still required the family to attend the audience. It is said that the grief of the vassal faint faint faint faintly fainted on the spot. The bishop of the Knights knew the most. Because those poor widows needed the timely assistance of the priest, otherwise there would be another coffin to be buried.

"This..." The court mage was in a dilemma. Rudolph ignored him and waved his hand to signal the nun to help the elf and leave quickly.

"I will go." Christina broke free from the nun and walked slowly to the mage. Her face was so white that she was scary, and her beautiful green eyes were gone.

’She looked like a dead person. ‘The bishop was about to speak to stop him. The mage quickly took out the scroll, and the lilac light flashed, and the paladin and the mage disappeared.

"Oh." Rudolph let out a long sigh.'Mother of Earth, please favor her.'The bishop issued a series of orders to the knights and servants who had been waiting around him for a long time. As the only surviving senior commander on the battlefield, he still has a lot to do.

The brave's coffin was transported to the gate of the capital. Christina, who had been waiting for many days, joined the team and a team of honorary knights. Under the witness of the accompanying priest and mage, the elves opened the coffin.

Lyon Wood lay quietly inside, wearing the armor he served, put his hands on his chest, holding the sword he always carried by. The brave man's face was peaceful and calm, as if he was asleep. Christina gently stroked Lyon's cheeks, and the touch she got from her delicate hands was extremely cold, but she couldn't cry. Since she was brought back to the capital, she was crying every day. The elf refused to wash and eat, locked herself in the room, and did not contact anyone. It was not until the queen came to the door and persuaded her that the high elf finally drank a little porridge. The queen's personal maid took another three hours to clean her and reorganize her hair. The royal makeup artist tried every possible way and finally covered the elf's swollen eyes.

The guards, led by Christina, stood in line with the carriage. The gate of the capital slowly opened, and the coffin carried by the carriage was open. The emperor announced that everyone was qualified to meet the last time.

On this day, the capital was empty alleys. People surrounded both sides of the streets, and men took off their hats and lowered their heads. Women were wearing black or white skirts. When the carriage passed by, many young girls cried in a low voice. The children held their parents' hands tightly and stopped playing.

Christina was wearing a full set of white armor and walked at the front of the team. According to the customs of the high elves, she did not wear a helmet, but strangled a white scarf on her forehead. The citizens held white roses and respectfully placed them on the road that the carriage was bound to pass. The paladin saw the dark-skinned Indians, the black-haired and brown-eyed Orientals, and the figures of dwarves in the crowd. These strong races with short bodies and long beards drooped to the waist took off their helmets and closed their eyes when the carriage passed by. This was the unique way of mourning for the dwarves. When the escort team passed, many people followed the convoy quietly and wanted to send the brave men to their last journey.

The end of the journey is the Royal Cemetery, where many martyrs are buried, and Lyon is about to join them. The emperor, with his queen and two children, waited there early, and a group of nobles and ministers.

The carriage escorted the coffin came, the royal family bowed, the prime minister and civil servants took off their hats, and bent down deeply. The knights stood straight, clenched their fists with their right hands in their heart position. The guards passed through the core of the empire's power without squinting. The cemetery was right in front of them, and it was time for Lyon to rest in peace.

Later, the emperor and the prime minister held Christina's hand and heard nothing. When she was holding the soil on the coffin, she had exhausted her last bit of strength. The elf who stood in front of others was nothing but a walking corpse.

On the night of the memorial service, the elf woman retracted her room, holding the whole bottle of wine in her hand, and trying to anesthetize herself. Someone knocked on the door hard outside, but she ignored it. The other party stubbornly continued to hammer the door and shouted: "Open the door, girl!" The elf recognized the voice, it was the dwarf Flint Fire.

Flint had a life-and-death friendship with Lyon and the high elves. After hearing the news of Lyon's murder, he left himself in the blacksmith shop in Bronzebeard Castle and jumped into the goat cart. The dwarf urged the driver desperately and cursed: "You damn lazy guy, Model's beard is on, hurry up!"

The door opened, the corridor was brightly lit, but the room was so dark. Behind Flint, several nuns looked inside nervously, and humans without night vision could see nothing. The dwarf accurately captured the pointed-eared girl who opened the door and retracted back to the bed. Flint walked in, and the door closed heavily in front of the nuns.

The dwarf dragged a stool casually. The furniture in the house was designed according to human standards. He encountered some difficulties when he sat on it. The high elf lay on the bed, leaning against the head of the bed, and from the dwarf's aesthetic appearance, he looked like iron, wearing a pajamas. The clothes exuded an unpleasant smell, and the smoked dwarf frowned.

Seeing the bottle of wine in her hand, the dwarf snorted.

"Give it, girl, if you want to get drunk, you have to get some of this!" Flint handed the elves a steel wine pot. He thought the high elves would refuse. When they were still taking risks together, Christina never touched this dwarf spirit and scolded it as a poison. What's even more hateful is that she also stopped Lyon from drinking with Flint.

The Paladin took it, raised his head and fed it.

The dwarf slapped the elves' slender reserve vigorously, and Christina was so breathless that she coughed. The strong wine that had entered her throat burned in her stomach. Flint wanted to laugh twice to liven up the atmosphere, but he saw a dagger at the head of the bed. The full moon shone into the dark room, causing the weapon to reflect a cold light.

Christina didn't know that Lyon knew she loved him, Flint knew that Lyon knew that Christina loved him.' It was time to tell the silly girl how much the boy admired her.'Flint snatched the bottle of wine from the high elf's hand and took a big mouthful. The dwarf is a very nagging race, and it's hard to stop as long as he opens his mouth.

The nun who was worried outside the door was relieved to hear laughter from the room. If the high elf paladin committed suicide, it would be of no benefit to anyone except the poet who wrote songs through tragedy.

The dwarf talked a lot with the elves. The old friend recalled the past and shared his experiences after the separation. The two hundred-year-old dwarf and the high elves in their early 100 years old talked about Lyon, talking about his various things and mourning his passing. The conversation took place long enough. When Flint found that the elves could hardly open his eyes, he secretly walked away from the dagger beside the bed and stood up to say goodbye.

The dwarf raised his hand to reach the door lock and was about to pull it open.

"Does he... love me?" Flint turned around, and after more than a dozen steps, he also felt Christina's teeth trembling. The heartbroken elf woman wanted to grab the last straw.

"Girl, swear with my beard, Lyon loves you." Flint Fire gave the answer with unprecedented sincerity. The High Elf fell back on the bed, buried his head deep in the quilt, and cried bitterly.

The dwarf closed the door, made a booing gesture to the nun in the corridor, and left.

In the language of the empire, love can be used in many occasions. A man can say that he loves a certain woman, or a country, or an emperor, or his brothers and sisters, without any ambiguity. Only in the high elf language, love is the proper noun for lovers. It is generally called "like" or "appreciation" among the same sex. As for the motherland and the monarch, it is called love.

In a few days, Christina, who grew up among humans since childhood, would react. The dwarf played a word game. If he had to seek death again, it would be unsightly. However, Flint had a solution, and he walked towards the palace with his thick and short legs.

The dwarves are a stubborn and granite-strong race. They firmly believe that the deceased have all gone to Model and have a banquet with him all night, so the dwarves never shed tears when mourning. Lyon's death made Flint feel that his heart is always empty, but in order to save Christina, who is on the verge of collapse, he cannot reveal too much sorrow.

The next day at noon, the sleepy elf was awakened by a knock on the door again. She opened the door. The queen stood outside the door with a smile. The maid next to her was holding a red-haired baby. Christina took the child and hugged it tightly in her arms. The high elf smelled the rich milky fragrance, which made her feel very relieved.

At that time, whether it was a dwarf who was two hundred years old or the Queen who had just turned twenty-eight, they all ignored a problem. High elves had a long adolescence, and Christina was only over one hundred years old, probably equivalent to an ordinary girl. Humans grew up too quickly...

Note: 1. The quotation marks in the text are the inner activities of the characters.

2. Model is the main god of the dwarf and is also known as the father of the furnace.
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