Lonely Attack on the Different World

Day 148 Day Elf Forest "Souvenir Shop Elf Forest Branch, Kibonne through the Elov Forest, like?

There are too many demons to lose the habitual interior, migrate and cut new interiors, but the land is lean and the forest is less fruitful. Still, even if it was just the less children, and if I had had had painful days, the ones I used came from the neighborhood... I would have been thankful to have been assisted more than once, and if I had gathered representatives for a visit after a drink of opposition saying that I needed to meet with the village chiefs of the people outside the woods, etc... it was a fortified city?

The high and thick walls of the castle are perceived not as boneless but as elegant, and a huge city with an intertwined but spicy standing and majesty that blends into the woods.

Terrified - the Elves will perish, the Great Wall will eat into the forest and invade. To this side without knowing.

But in the invited city, the children were laughing. Children who run around cheerfully, whose complexion is often - a peaceful sight where people and elf children cheer and play. A city of happiness overflowing with happiness that my ancestors wanted to see said to have grown vagrant forests in search of happiness, looking at its luxury and robustness but falling in love with the happy faces of its people and the energetic appearance of running children.

"Welcome to a far away place... forgive us for being so distant from the people that we were supposed to help the elves. I know there's a lot I'd like to see and hear about this...... I honestly don't know. I know what happened, but in my head and elsewhere, there was no explanation... thank goodness there was a disaster, but it was a disaster of happiness, so I had to give up... what can I say, it's all there is to see. How happy and dreamy it is, and how cruel it is to be afraid and frightened, this happiness is real."

There are no false colors, no false tones in the content that is spoken sincerely and diligently, and I can't even feel the signs lie or deceive me. Just an honest representative of the people. The elves are well accounted for, and thus cunning, highly skeptical and rushing experienced are the lengths, but the complete opposite.

So no one pinches the words, so do the other inner masters - honestly straight words from the heart are strong, sincere heartfelt words with all their overflowing thoughts caged in the words, but all without acting or rushing. No matter how unbelievably suspicious what you see with your eyes is, there is no lie in the thoughts of this word, every word is strong because it is the only absolute truth.

I feel full of envy for that look, as I follow it but the words mix with joy, gratitude, confusion and amazement. It is the readiness and determination entrusted to this city and a happy future, and that is what dazzles us.

"We are merely representations, but we want to be crushed and rewarded little, even now, if only temporarily, by an incompetent person who can't even do it. Please help us... we have no power or ability to protect and rule this place, but we are not allowed to give up! Please consider…"

No matter how much you can bow your head, there's no way we elves have good thoughts for people. But he spoke face-to-face, and as he was advised, he was guided to the great baths in the trees to speak naked in the luxurious baths. Good thoughts and bad thoughts spit each other out and told each other and put them up. That was pleasant and dangerous, but only the heart could get through.

We were all the same if we got naked trying to be prestigious with the head of the reed etc... frightened of doomed reels, loneliness searching for slight happiness by hand in the darkness of the Gori fog trying to meet too heavy a responsibility. And that happiness is here, and that we need those who fight for this happiness.

A heartfelt invitation with no response, pleaded in such honest terms, and only favourable conditions that make me want to doubt the other way around. None of the proud elves' inner chiefs disagree that the people are chiefs, it is only natural that Ning Lo himself wants to give in, but everyone does not acknowledge, that our words have no power. And these people are proud to defend their cities, and their determination to fight and defend them rather than flee is deeply rooted... so it is we who should bow our heads and hope to migrate.

If you think a mighty, alien carriage has rushed out into the woods, you will instantly bring back the sick and children of Riri, and you will rejoice in the sickness healing and freeing your compatriots from suffering and the children who were only able to make you twitch your eyes into the mountain of treats. That's the sight I dreamed of, the future I didn't wish for, every one of the inner masters looking at it... when they pulled my clothes off and turned around.

"My lord, I've had plenty of delicious rice already. I don't know if I can bring it back to everyone inside."

Over there, grownups cry, children baffle, cry with joy, tears with helplessness. All I could do was make the children hesitate to feed themselves to their stomachs. Is this what they say and cry for, the incompetent and helpless chiefs weep!

"Everyone inside will come here too, so eat a lot until you're hungry"

Back to the meal with a glowing smile as he kneels down and strokes his head and says as he hugs the skinny bodies of his children. It was delicious and I would have liked to eat it, but I couldn't... and we adults made it.

"I'll tell you what's here, Noon rubs his head against the ground and begs for emigration! If they can live with laughter, they don't need pride or honor, they don't need this old life anymore, they can come to battle or anything! I can't even remember seeing that smile anymore, it's too rewarding for an old man. Bring it to me in battle, arrow or magic, you bastard!

"Long, long! Words, words! There's nothing against it, let's go rub our heads on the ground together, fight or whatever."

Everyone is crying, happiness was such a dazzling thing...... I forgot, I even forgot to dream while being the long one you should never forget. At all, I was too busy to even see what a dream I was supposed to be looking for.

And an elf conference will be convened, the king determined. "The elves unite," a idiom used when complaining about something that cannot be done. It was an impossible, impossible nonsense - there was no way we could do it, we had only once talked naked and sincerely.

"The Elf Conference also attaches to the King. Even Elder does not pull a step, there is no way back in Non. This old bone should be the foundation of the children's path, the only way to Noun is before them! If you put anything on it, you'll wrap Elder's beard around it!

"Long! Words! That's no use for words! So there's nothing to disagree with, so we're going to roll our mustaches together. Don't cry when you see this. It's not an elf... Look, you look so happy."

Don't snort, don't even put your arms around me, I don't need anything else just because of that feeling. I thought it might be dangerous, but I'm glad I brought you here, my successor to Chief Ri seems to be growing up too... well, I have difficulty with language, but let's buy the heart.

"Ooh, ooh! You eat well, it's delicious, it's delicious, it's delicious, and your eyes are all round!

Damn it, you're making me cry, damn it! All right, can you rub your head on the ground... we're already queued and waiting in order. The chief of the people is baffled and desperate to stand, even when his head is bowed. But naturally, we looked down on it. Can you at least rub your head on the ground and ask for it, or can you show me this sight without rubbing it?

Besides, they don't ask for any consideration or pledge, they just take self-defense training (Hartman). We're the only ones with lowering heads, well the line is long... one thank you tear after another the chief and those inside go for training (Hartman)... but I wonder what that voice is? What is it?