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Why do you care whether Night Elves have children or not?

Night Elf women are practically eternally youthful, their beauty seemingly untouched by age, something orc or human women can't compare to...

It is known that the birth of every child of nature is a miracle, the union of the night elves is very special, and of course the origin of the Smiling Sisters is very suspicious.

The Smiling Sisters are like little deer...

These deer are not the same as those deer. They are almost all female, and they are almost always in pairs like twins. Their upper bodies are like elves, and their lower bodies are like deer. They are naturally skilled in natural magic.

They always obeyed the divine pronouncements of the moon goddess Elune to protect the Tree of Life, and were often accompanied by treants, almost in a symbiotic relationship.

Only druids and moon priestesses are of similar status to them; faerie dragons, chimeras, and even hippogryphs can be summoned by the Children of the Forest...

The deer and the tree spirit are very similar, yet the tree human and the tree spirit are different; the union of life is always magical.

It's unknown how the moon goddess Elune and the white stag king came together to give birth to the forest god, and then to the various demigod offspring of different life factions.

To be fair, the centaurs born to Princess Maraudon would never be recognized as offspring of the nature god; they would only be considered defective.

It was even regarded as a curse and pollution.

This is an unspoken, tacit understanding among the Night Elves.

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The birth of a new life is said to be a very difficult, magical, and lucky thing.

A true offspring requires two souls that truly resonate and depend on each other, the right time, the right stage of maturity, a suitable environment, care and nourishment, and the infusion of spirit. Only when the seed of life slowly ferments can it be considered a perfect offspring naturally conceived.

Those outdated and unnatural creations, such as centaurs or cavemen, are ugly creatures that the druid gods worshipped by the night elves and the gods of the Temple of Life would never recognize as the children of the forest's right to inherit their status.

However, aside from the life-related species, the fact that Draenei and Orcs can interbreed, and that humans and elves have a small number of offspring, shows that sometimes, forced unions can also produce results... It's just that the lack of some naturally perfect genes can breed pain and defects, or it can be an opportunity for revolution.

The founders of the Council of Tirisfallins were the first half-elf mage and his human friends.

The Council of Tirisfal protects all life, not just any noble race. At least the half-elf mages have proven that humans can also master magic, and that the student has surpassed the master.

Any intervention in life is a relatively natural choice; so-called environmental protection and destructive behavior are equally unnatural. In other words, the self-righteous and fanatical acts of benevolence are, strictly speaking, similar to the actions of poachers, only differing in the degree and timeliness of the damage they cause.

One is the deprivation of life, and the other is the disruption of a long-term, potentially natural, cycle of fluctuations and adjustments.

This is an inevitable behavior that arises from the change of the new order... The establishment of the old and new orders is accompanied by their destruction, as well as subsequent chain reactions.

Just as undead creatures shouldn't exist, Lorraine is indeed alive, and he can't easily give up this chance to be reborn. Every monster needs to survive, regardless of other people's standards of beauty, ugliness, good, or evil.

It is absurd and self-contradictory to ignore rodents and insects for the sake of cats and dogs, and to disregard the lives of herbivores, plants, and even livestock for the sake of tigers and wolves.

It even goes against human nature and the laws of nature.

Life has infinite possibilities; beauty is merely a longing.

Death is a predetermined fate; even the most hideous maggots desperately try to grow wings and fly into the sky. Every life has its destiny, and those who interfere with it are the destroyers of that destiny.

You are not noble, on the contrary, you are evil.

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We've gone off on a tangent again... Lorraine gazed at Sandy, the moon goddess of war who had descended to earth not far away, and in the radiance of the light, she couldn't help but drift off into thought again.

The other person's figure was graceful, bathed in divine light, dazzling yet deadly.

Long, slender legs, a narrow neck, and a slender waist weren't Lorraine's type; only his teacher, that old lecher Lorraine, might not be picky. Night Elf women were frighteningly tall, much taller than adult human men. Lorraine, with his hunched figure, looked like a child next to them, and he simply couldn't muster any admiration for them.

The Moon Goddess's prayers have covered most of the platform at the front of the bubble area of ​​the second-level botanical garden in the underground city.

Within the area enveloped by the moonlight, there were only Sandys & Feathermoon, Lorraine and her group, plus the goblin girl who was bored under the mechanical umbrella.

The beam of the Luna Railgun was so thick that it was directly overhead, leaving no blind spots for Lorraine and the others.

The moon's fire has turned into starlight, and the starlight has spread like wildfire into the brilliance of starlight. Stars are falling, covering the entire screen... a precise strike.

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Logically, even if Lorraine hadn't helped, he shouldn't have been distracted. But the moment the Oracion Bag was opened, his nerves jolted, and for a few minutes, his mind wandered...

During the few minutes of distraction, the old shaman, Ghost Howler, not only did not fall, but connected to the Six Demon Pack, as if he had received a power bank, and the old shaman became strong again.

The power source on Lorraine's chest sustained the old shaman, and his seven wolf spirits were once again full of vitality, his eyes filled with lightning.

The old shaman, bathed in electric light, was about to clash with the Moonlit War God through magic.

The shaky elemental shield regained its roundness...

The old shaman, brimming with energy, only needed to use one hand at full power to slowly push back the starlight beams. Visibly, all the starlight rays were dispersed, and with abundant elemental power, the shield expanded its range once again.

"This isn't enough; it's just holding on. There's no way to end this. Venerable Crimson Mist, it's your turn."

The old shaman had captivating, mesmerizing eyes, flowing hair and beard, and an air of heroic spirit. His orcish teeth were sharper than those of wolves, or rather, the Frostwolf shaman's teeth were like wolf fangs...

He withstood the pressure, but still needed help.

Lorraine, who had been acting as a power bank, regained consciousness but didn't know what to do. Powerful energy surged from his chest, not because it depleted his strength.

The capacitor core is the energy source for the younger brother, and its connection to the six magic packages seems to be sharing the magic hidden within them.

"Counterattack! We must counterattack! We must teach this young general a lesson!"

The Tauren Druid Red Mist nodded. Using the Six Demon Pack didn't require any incantation; all it took was touching it. However, to unlock the power of this relic, the Earth Ring had a secret method to trigger its stronger power, as the Elder Council had been researching it for many years.

The leader of the Elder Council, who was the first to come into contact with the Archdruid Malfurion and successfully became the first Tauren Druid of the Horde, often used the Hexagram Bag to communicate with the Earth Spirit, the legendary Mother Earth whom everyone only knew by name but never saw, and who was unknown to them.

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