I kissed the statue at the beginning and I vomited all over the floor

If we make a detailed chart of the evolution of the elves, we will find that the history of this intelligent race is a history of continuous degeneration from high to low.

As the only two native species on the main material plane, elves and humans have evolved in completely different directions.

From the perspective of biological classification, humans in the main material plane are completely of only one race - the one in the kingdom, phylum, class, order, family, genus and species.

But elves are very, very different. There are many types of elves.

First of all, it is well known that creatures like elves have a very long lifespan, and the more powerful high elves can live for tens of thousands of years.

What does tens of thousands of years mean? It means that a living elf ran to the blue planet and could survive from the fight between Neanderthals and Homo sapiens to the end of World War II.

But now it is difficult to see high elves in the main material world - because of the fall of Misdren and other ancient elven empires, the high elves have completely become legends.

In the subsequent evolution, they gradually separated into the current sun elves, moon elves and dark elves (Drow), as well as the wild elves who are not recognized by all their kind because their behavior is too primitive.

It's funny to say that the Sun Elves and Moon Elves evolved from slaves of different Elven Empires, and their lifespan is only about a thousand years;

Dark Elves - Some high elves were punished by God because their god Rose was too rebellious. They sank underground and became the current drow. Their lifespan also decreased from tens of thousands of years to more than a thousand years.

As for the wild elves, well, there is a reason why they are unpopular.

Compared to the Sun Elves and Moon Elves who inherited the cultural heritage of the High Elves, or the Drow Elves who all rebelled and formed their own lineage,

Wild elves are almost classified as non-intelligent creatures, and there is no such thing as cultural heritage.

They tend to live in family groups in the wild and lead very... wild lives.

When other elves see wild elves, they often say: Wow, this elf looks so rude.

When other races see wild elves, they will also exclaim: Wow, this elf actually eats rabbits raw.

Only those wild elves who are lucky enough to be adopted by alien races since childhood can see the appearance of some intelligent creatures.

No matter which type of existing elves, compared to their common ancestors - the intelligent, long-lived, and powerful high elves, they have all regressed in moral, intellectual, physical, aesthetic, and labor aspects.

Even their height has shrunk from an average of two meters to less than 1.7 meters.

The Elf Courtyard in the east of the Gray Haze Forest is a city-state founded by a group of moon elves who were exiled here.

Somewhere on the ruins of the Misdren Empire, these moon elves restored the ruins in the forest and formed a new regime that called itself the remnants of Misdren.

Of course, this is their own statement. Most outsiders do not buy it, thinking that these elves are flattering themselves.

Misdren has disappeared for tens of thousands of years, right? Even with the lifespan of you elves, dozens of generations have passed.

You guys have been here for a long time, haven't you?

The moon elves didn't care about this at all.

They hid in a city called the Elf Courtyard, leading a secluded life, acting as if they were closing the country to the outside world.

It was not until the invasion of northern creatures twelve years ago, when they reached their doorstep, that they agreed to the druids and sent their own troops to provide assistance.

According to the druids who survived, these elves are just stinky ass people. When you talk to them, you have to hold your head high and point your nose towards you.

Not as tall as you? No problem, I can still face you with my nostrils even if I tilt my head.

But speaking objectively, these elves are really good at fighting.

Although they suffered heavy losses in the end, compared to the druids who were almost wiped out, the fighting power of these elves is unquestionable.

At this moment, Alvin and his party have walked to the outer area of ​​​​the Elf Courtyard, and the man-made debris in the forest is becoming more and more.

The little chipmunk Bella began to become restless. She would either hide in Xiling's arms and refuse to come down, or run to Broken Tooth's head and tremble in fear.

"Bella, didn't the Master ask you to bring us any useful information?"

As they approached their destination, Alvin was determined to get more information from Bella, who had once been in the enemy camp.

"Yes! Big Boss Bol said, 'Evan, if you don't take good care of Xiling and Lian, I will kick your ass when I come back.'"

Little chipmunk Bella imitated Pastor Pol's tone perfectly.

"Why do I feel like you made this up yourself...is there nothing else besides this?"

"Squeak? Eh? There seems to be another sentence..."

"Say!"

"Don't come? It should be "Don't come"... It seems to be "Don't mess around? Or don't come over? Or something like that..."

Ivan, with a frown on his face, was about to explode when Broken Tooth's big hand suddenly pressed on Ivan and pointed in a certain direction.

"Human boy, there's someone over there, or something else."

The team immediately became alert after hearing this.

Logically speaking, the scout in the team should be the chipmunk who only knows how to crawl into people's arms.

Unfortunately, this pet of a middle-aged bald man is not doing his job well.

Lian, who was originally the substitute scout, was too noisy and slow, so the intuitive Broken Tooth Huangyuan had to take on the role of substitute.

Following Broken Tooth's reminder, several druids raised their weapons collectively and stood alert in the direction the orcs were pointing.

The dense forest blocked the sunlight and everyone's sight.

"Who's there?"

Xiling held the spear in both hands and pointed it at the darkness on the side of the road. Not only that, Ivan noticed that she was chanting a silent spell.

"Take it easy, travelers."

A clear female voice sounded from the darkness.

"Don't be nervous, I have no hostility towards you."

As the branches swayed, Ivan couldn't help but squeeze the stick in his hand until it creaked.

Then, he saw a slender figure in front of him, dressed in extremely complicated and gorgeous clothes, wearing a mask engraved with strange patterns, and a belt inlaid with an emerald larger than an egg.

This figure, dressed in an overly exaggerated outfit, walked slowly towards Ivan and his group with a cat-like step.

That’s right, it was the extremely awkward cat walk on Blue Planet, which made Alvin feel nauseous.

I never thought that there would be any normal person who could walk like this in a dark forest full of rotten leaves.

"Frey Starsong, at your service."

Xiling's silent chanting did not stop at the other party's signal.

Instead, the tip of the spear in her hand sank noticeably.

Those who know how to use this weapon know that this is a charging action before preparing to launch an attack.

Lian's response was more direct.

The short girl held the round shield in front of herself to cover her vital parts, and began to shout in her unique loli voice.

"Elf! This is the name of the elf!

We must have been ambushed!

Irwin, Irwin, hit her with that stick of yours!"