MTL - Return of the Dead [Holo]-Chapter 196

Elves are a race with a very long history. Unlike humans, which have a long history but all ancient buildings have been destroyed, their culture has no gaps. Not only that, their various ancient buildings occasionally Read very well.

Someone once said that the history of mankind is actually the history of religion. Although this sentence is limited from a certain point of view, it is very suitable for the history that the public can see.

It applies to the history of humans as well as to the history of elves.

The elves are a race that is very good at singing and dancing. Their music is very exquisite and beautiful, and these music originated from religious music at the very beginning. In the long history of thousands of years, the elves have always believed in gods. If each race ranks the degree of respect for gods, it is estimated that the elves can be ranked in the top three.

For all kinds of awe of God, because of the existence of special people like the high priest who are connected with God, the awe of God is naturally transferred to them, which is why the elves have been able to guarantee the unity of politics and religion for a long time main reason.

However, as time goes by, as the exchanges between various races gradually deepen, many elves are also absorbing the advanced civilizations of other races. The exchanges of these civilizations have indeed allowed the elves to get great development for a long time, but This kind of exchange also brought a huge disadvantage, that is, the purity of religion was broken.

More and more elves are discovering that God is actually illusory, so gradually, the control of the priests and high priests over the elves began to weaken. Of course, this process cannot be achieved within a few years, but a long-term process. All kinds of accumulations since then have finally exploded in the generation of Gruen.

Although this is the truth, it does not prevent the elves from still being willing to regard the religion of God as a fig leaf for their indulgence. On the surface, no matter what time it is, the high priest is still the most respected figure by the elves.

Solemn music rang around the entire square, unusually melodious, and surrounded her with an exotic style that Mo Ran had never been in contact with. Mo Ran had to admit that art is indeed a very enjoyable high-end Civilization, it is precisely because of the existence of this kind of thing that each race can leave a more glorious and splendid history.

These female elves in purple gauze skirts lined up in two rows and walked slowly from God step by step.

Their bodies have been smoked with special spices. This kind of spice that Mo Ran can't name is obviously very high-end. It exudes a refreshing but not sweet smell. Those impetuous emotions will immediately calm down.

When these female elves stood still, the music seemed to change, becoming more majestic and solemn. Even other races that did not believe in elves and gods could not help but feel awe when they heard such music.

At this time, along with the music, I saw three female elves wearing gorgeous purple dresses coming out of the temple. The skirt is embroidered with exquisite patterns, and even the long skirt is covered with all kinds of gemstones.

The three of them held three very similar boxes in their hands. These boxes were all made of gold, and red leather and gemstones were attached to the gold, making the three boxes look even more shining .

"It's the high priest's scepter inside." Ming Yuechen was obviously familiar with this thing. He leaned back slightly, and gently introduced it to Mo Ran's ear: "Do you still remember the Egyptian Pharaoh?" scepter?"

Mo Ran's mind immediately remembered the appearance of the Egyptian pharaohs seen in various documentaries and comics, and they would each hold small sticks of different shapes in their hands, and could not help wondering: "Is it the same as that one? "

"It's much more luxurious than that one, but the essential meaning is similar. The two scepters of the Egyptian pharaoh are said to represent the control of upper and lower Egypt, which is actually the same as the elves, which represent the religion and politics." Ming Yuechen said in a tone. Relaxed, completely without the tense dignity of other elves, looking at the things held in the hands of the female elves as if they were weeds on the side of the road.

Mo Ran blinked her eyes, looked at the closed box, and thought of something, so she slowly turned her head and looked at Ming Yuechen with a very strange wooden pipe: "You seem to be familiar with this thing ?”

Ming Yuechen was taken aback for a moment, a bitter smile that Mo Ran couldn't understand appeared on his lips, and he narrowed his eyes.

Of course it is very familiar. In the last life, when Mo Ran died, he killed Xu Nancheng and became the ruler of human beings.

He used to pick up these two scepters again and again, imagining if Mo Ran was still alive, would he like these two toys.

In fact, not only this scepter, but also all the treasures of humans, the exterminated dead, orcs, and elves are in his treasure house. He doesn't like these things, but he still pays attention to them one by one. She thought about the choice in her heart, whether she would be happy if these things were left to Mo Ran.

He clearly knew that Mo Ran would not come back to life, but he just couldn't help it, and still liked to search for these things everywhere.

In the previous life, Ming Yuechen lived for a long time. He cherished his body very much, not because he was afraid of death, but because he wanted to savor the memory of Mo Ran being alive for a long time, as if masochistic. Every time he thought of the end, he would It was extremely painful, but he still couldn't help it, and he still had to recall it every day until he got that thing...

Ming Yuechen slightly raised his eyebrows, put his thoughts back, and replied with a smile: "The high-level elves in the previous life are all dead, and the ordinary elves don't seem to care much about this thing. I have been lucky enough to see a few Second-rate."

Mo Ran didn't doubt Ming Yuechen's statement. She was curious about what happened after her death in the previous life to a certain extent. After jumping out of the pain and hatred of the previous life, she looked at the previous life with an objective eye. , she is still curious about what humans, orcs, and elves will become in the end.

Thinking of this, she suddenly realized a particularly interesting thing.

She turned her head to look at Gruen, then turned her head to look at Sang beside her, as well as herself and Ming Yuechen, as well as Grunn who didn't appear. The characters in one stroke are actually dead people in the previous life, oh no, except for Ming Yuechen, the others all have the appearance of early death and short life.

But now, they are all living here well, not only alive, but also set off a brand new **** storm in the world, just thinking about it like this makes it interesting.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help laughing lowly. Her voice was so low that others might not be able to hear it, but Ming Yuechen, who had been paying attention to Mo Ran, couldn't hide it. He was a little strange

Mo Ran didn't hide anything, and said what he just thought of as a joke, but he didn't expect that Ming Yuechen, who seemed to be as stable as a mountain just now, became very ugly after hearing this. He frowned: "What's wrong with you? How old are you? How can you speak so unluckily?"

When Ming Yuechen said this, it was very natural, without thinking at all, it was completely subconscious, and it could be seen that it was just the most real thought in his heart, but this statement surprised Mo Ran.

The Ming Yuechen in front of him is young, handsome, with the appearance of the most enchanting poppy in the world, no matter how you look at it, he is a handsome man, but for some reason, Mo Ran could feel it from the first time he saw him. There is a very strange temperament about him, but she has never figured out what this temperament is.

Until now she finally remembered what this temperament was.

She seemed to recall that when she was still in the orphanage, there was an old aunt who cooked and liked to sit on the threshold and choose vegetables when she was free. At that time, if she saw the children in the orphanage say something unpleasant, she would He would stare at those cloudy eyes and say to the children: "What are you talking about! It's not auspicious at all!"

Even after he finished speaking, he would spit three mouthfuls of saliva on the ground.

Although the Ming Yuechen in front of him still looked like a stunningly beautiful man, but there was this twilight smell about him.

All of a sudden, the appearance of Ming Yuechen and the image of the old aunt sitting on the threshold picking vegetables kept interacting, which made Mo Ran not sure who was the reality.

She couldn't bear it anymore, lowered her head, and let out a muffled laugh.

Ming Yuechen looked at Mo Ran with some puzzlement, and didn't know what was going on in her head. He only saw her hooking her body, hanging her head, and almost shrank her whole body under the table. Trembling, although he covered his mouth, he could still hear thin laughter escaping from time to time.

What did he say...

Although he was really puzzled in his heart, but soon, he also smiled, that's all, what did she think of? No matter what it is, nothing is as important as her current happiness.

The solemn ceremony of the elves is still going on, following the three priestesses holding the gold box is Gruen, and Ming Yuechen looks back and seems to be calm

"Yeah." Mo Ran took a few deep breaths, and seemed to have finally suppressed that smile. She raised her head from between her arms, revealing a happy face with bent eyebrows, probably because Laughing so hard, a layer of drunken rosiness appeared on her plain skin, making her look unusually lively.

Ming Yuechen felt that his soul was about to be taken away in an instant. He just looked at Mo Ran closely, and even forgot the most basic etiquette and occasion. She glared at him, probably he couldn't look back yet.

Because the elves are mainly here to do business, the three races seem to support the three different forces of the elves, and Gondo is really an away game, so everyone can’t wait to dig the other’s ancestral grave even if they are outside. It also made a show of mutual love.

Is it too much acting like this, Mo Ran suspects that Ming Yuechen has forgotten that the two of them are actually rivals!

The turbulence among them did not have any impact on this grand ceremony, even Sang who was sitting next to Mo Ran didn't feel it, and this buddy sighed to Mo Ran from time to time: "Hey, you said Ha, the elf looks really good-looking."

"Well, this is." Mo Ran nodded, "They look very special, and they are also very slender..."

Sang stared straight at Gu Luen who was wearing a gorgeous robe, and even smacked his lips: "Tell me, you still have to marry a wife who looks like this, how beautiful, even if you don't use it, it's fine to put it in the house." A treat...”

"Aren't you married yet? I remember that you orcs all get married early?" Mo Ran and Sang are not too familiar with each other, and they usually don't have time to inquire about these gossips, so now it's natural to ask a few words by the way.

She raised her eyes to see Gu Luen who was going down the stairs, and then turned her head to look at Sang next to her. Regardless of Ming Yuechen exuding an extremely dangerous aura around her, as if she hadn't noticed it at all, she chatted with Sang seriously .

"Let me tell you, our elders are really blind!" At this moment, Sang seemed to know the channel to vent, and he immediately followed Mo Ran and complained continuously: "Who are the wives who chose for me?" What are they all..."

Orcs are just a general term for a race, in fact, there are various sub-ethnic groups under the orcs

From the perspective of Mo Ran's aesthetics, there are actually many good-looking groups in the orc clan, such as the fox clan, but from the perspective of the orc clan's aesthetics, the fox clan is definitely not good-looking, they prefer the kind of hole Powerful races, such as bears, tigers, wolves, and leopards.

Just like Sang himself, although he belongs to the Leopard family, he is too delicate and his body is not strong enough. If it is a beauty pageant, he is definitely not a handsome man, but he looks very in line with the aesthetics of humans and the dead. He thinks that from the aesthetic point of view of Gu Luen's appearance, this child should also like the women of this hexagram, but the women of this hexagram are not...

ugly girl.

Sang continued to mutter and complain: "Everyone is tall and thick, with strong holes and strong hair, and the hair on his body is as thick as a carpet. Can such a person be a wife? I feel ugly as a bodyguard. But these old and blind elders still say What, because I'm too ugly, so I need to find some beauties to improve my genes, ha!" Sang seemed to have heard the most ridiculous joke in the world, he gave a strange smile, pointed at himself and asked Mo Ran: "I Ugly? Do you call me ugly!"

"Not ugly... right..." Mo Ran looked at the few attendants standing behind Sang, their faces were so dark that they didn't know how to answer Sang for a while.

"That's right! Let me just say that the aesthetics of orcs is really not in line with the mainstream aesthetics. They should be more civilized and learn more about aesthetics..." Sang was still muttering and complaining to Mo Ran, completely ignoring what Mo Ran gave him. Wink.

Blinked Sang several times in a row to signal the other party to stop talking. The followers behind him were about to violently beat up, but Sang didn't know it. Mo Ran finally gave up and continued to persuade this guy.

She let out a long sigh.

Well buddy, say what you want to say.

Mo Ran thought, she finally knew how Sang died in her last life, probably because she was beaten to death because of her mouth...

A few representatives of other races are chatting in every possible way on one side, while on the other side, Gruen, who is dressed up, has walked from the long stairs to the edge of the trapezoidal high platform. She is standing directly in front of the high platform, her back is as straight as a green pine Just when everyone was guessing why the high priest stopped suddenly, she suddenly turned her head and looked at Grun who was very close to her.

she

Gu Luen froze for a moment, then raised his head, and looked towards Gu Luen's gaze, without avoiding it at all.

This obviously exceeded Gruen's expectations. Since childhood, Gruen has always been invisible, standing behind her, and is her substitute. Even the name can only be chosen to be the same as hers. Such an ant , a clown, what qualifications does a nothing worth mentioning have to sit here?

"High Priest, it's time for the ceremony." A female elf who looked like a high-ranking priest walked up and stood in Gruen's ear and whispered.

At this time, Grunn withdrew her gaze from Grunn. She even turned her head and glanced at the priestess, and then looked at the high-ranking elves sitting beside Grunn, her lips were exposed. A contemptuous smile.

She nodded slightly, and finally glanced at Gruen again.

Brother, do you think that just sitting here means you have won? Do you think you can replace me? How can you, a person who has never had a self, become proud just because you changed a piece of clothing?

There seemed to be sharp hooks in her eyes, and she was about to harvest all the fox spirits of the people. She turned her head and never looked at anyone again. The high priest standing beside her stretched out his hand to help her, but But Gruen waved it away without hesitation as soon as she raised her hand, and then she straightened her skirt a little, raised her head two points more arrogantly, opened her legs again, and moved towards the throne on the high platform walk over.

Brother, do you think you will stand on my head just because of this time? No, impossible.

Even if I give in, I hand over the rights in my hands, even if you stand in the position of leader, the truth will never change because of the change of your identity, you are my shadow, and you will be mine forever shadow.

This high platform has never been strange in Gruen's memory. She followed her teacher, that is, the previous high priest, to climb here often when she was a child. Later, when she became a high priest, this place also became a her home.

Gu Luen walked up step by step, as if she had returned to the past again, and returned to the teacher's side. At that time, she had short legs, and it was very hard work to climb such high steps, but she has always been kind of teachers never reached out to help

"Gruen, look, this is the culmination of our life, you have to walk up it yourself, because this road is lonely, and you will definitely lose everything you love on this road, but it doesn't matter, Because the best scenery in the world must be at the highest point.”

"In the world, the best scenery must be at the highest point." Gu Luen swallowed lightly, and kept repeating what the teacher had said, as if only these words could support her to walk towards this cold road. And a road full of thorns.

When she finally stood in front of the throne, the music had already reached its most intense and beautiful climax. Gruen turned around and looked down at all the people in the square. There was no expression on her face , like the most perfect statue ever carved.

After being quiet for a second or two, Gu Luen tightly held the staff in his hand, raised it and lightly tapped the ground in front of the throne, and after making a sound of "duk duk", Gu Luen Lune sat down.

As the high priest of the elves, she is supreme and only under the gods. Therefore, all elves must salute the high priest without any exception. The priest stood under her throne and greeted the crowd in the entire square. He gave instructions and asked them to stand up and salute to Gruun, even representatives of other races were no exception.

Gruen watched quietly as everyone stood up. The elves naturally knelt down on one knee in a gesture of submission, and the other three races also bowed their heads to show respect. This was originally part of the ceremony. She narrowed her eyes The eyes and the fingers holding the staff suddenly moved lightly, jumping quickly on the staff as if they were hitting the keys. The sun shone on her bright red nails like rubies, reflecting a ray of light. A psychedelic brilliance.

Just as everyone bowed their heads to salute Gruen, Gruen, who was sitting steadily on the chair, suddenly stood up...