Bright Era

The little dwarfs who were blown up to the square stood up from the ground in embarrassment. They were smoky and blown away for more than ten miles. They didn't seem to be hurt. A dwarf who was no more than three feet tall opened his mouth and spouted a cloud of black smoke, and then he was babbling like running water. He began to greet the fathers of all the gods of the Azer clan, and greeted the mothers of the elven gods. , The ancestors of all the gods who had excluded the Hawkkin Protoss from this world greeted them again, and then they closed their mouths.

Another short, pitch-black man took the words of his companion. He bounced and cursed: "All calculations are correct, all materials are just right, all molds and magic lines are correct! But we finally Failed! Why is this? There must be a reason! Who didn't wash hands after urinating in the morning?"

Dozens of little dwarfs who had been blown up all black looked at each other, and then they jumped and cursed at the same time. One accused him of going to breakfast this morning after he had a bowel movement, the other yelled at a partner who hadn’t bathed for three days, and several others attacked a partner with very big feet without washing their feet for seven days. !

Soon these little dwarfs rolled up their ragged sleeves and flung their fists into a ball. The dignitaries of the nearby goblin empire watched this group of little men who were rolling in the ground and banging their companions’ heads. They just cheered for them and encouraged them to hurry up. A hapless head broke!

The Empress Green Moon felt a deep weakness!

These little guys who were completely dark, were bombed into the sky and still did not forget to criticize each other, abuse and beat each other, are the Hawkins Protoss that has ruled the Goblin Continent for countless years and claims to have the highest wisdom among the gods. In other words, they can be called Hawking goblins. Anyway, it's such a thing. They look like goblins, they are the same size, and their tempers are more weird, more difficult to figure out, and even more rare to serve.

A Hawkkin **** howled miserably, one of his companions did not know where he grabbed a hammer, and hit his head fiercely. The Hawkkin **** was so painful that tears came out of his eyes. He ran backwards a few steps indiscriminately, and slammed his head on Empress Green Moon. The Empress Green Moon is very tall and she wears a pair of high-heeled boots. The Hawkkin **** is no more than two feet tall. His chin just hit the Empress Green Moon’s knee, and he heard a click. His tongue was bitten by his own teeth.

"Woo~pain~oooo! Elf!" The Hawkkin **** squirted all his blood on the light green robes of the Empress Green Moon. He raised his head and looked at the Empress Green Moon, his face darkened and he screamed with grinning teeth: "Brothers, I found the reason why our experiment failed! Elf! And it's a female elves! What a bad luck! Why are there female elves?"

The Hawkkin gods who were fighting with each other were stunned at the same time, and then they jumped up to their feet, babbling towards the Queen of Green Moon and yelling: "Damn, female elves! Why are there female elves! Appeared at the most critical moment of our experiment? Who let them in? Ah, **** it, the reason for our failure must be this!"

These little dwarfs rushed to the Empress Green Moon one by one arrogantly, rolled up their sleeves and made a posture that she would fight to the death if she refused to give up. The Empress Green Moon frowned at the mouthful of blood on her robe mixed with black and unknown stains, her pretty face turned black with anger.

This group of **** Hawkkin protoss, Empress Green Moon knew the quirks of these guys, they were just making an excuse for their failure. The Queen of the Green Moon was unlucky. When they failed, the Queen of the Green Moon happened to be present, so they were detained by them. If the Queen of Green Moon were not there, they would definitely blame other places for the failure, for example, the soup they drank in the morning was too salty, too weak, or simply too salty and not too salty.

With an annoyed snort, Empress Green Moon pulled out a light green long sword that was almost transparent without saying a word. She is almost as long as she is, but the three-fingered long sword, which is as wide as a cicada's wings, draws a light green arc, and it precisely hits the eyebrows of a Hawkkin god: "Jacques, it's been a long time, you haven't changed it. Do you blame the sinners for their tempers?"

Jacques, the highest leader of the Hawkin Protoss of the Goblin Continent, the youngest prince of the chief chief of the Hawking Protoss, saw the Queen of Green Moon drew a long sword, and his face suddenly became as green as spinach. He immediately raised his hands and yelled loudly: "Just kidding, damn, female elf, we're just kidding! Aha, the weather is good today?"

The other Hawking gods fled the Green Moon Queen one after another at the fastest speed. As they fled, some strange components shining with various magic lights appeared on their bodies. With just a few clicks, these Hawking gods almost simultaneously incarnate into metal puppets several meters in height, and the aura from them has reached the level of the main god.

The sound of'clangor' is endless. The metal puppets controlled by the Hawking gods have ejected countless strangely shaped murder weapons on their arms and around the body. These metal puppets that have become like hedgehogs simultaneously heard the noise of the Hawkkin gods. .

"Female elf, let go of Jacques. Although he often doesn't rinse his mouth and his teeth are very yellow, the egg yolk pie he makes is delicious!"

"Yes, let go of Jacques, his fiancee is still waiting for him at home, he can't die here, he is still a virgin!"

"Ah, is Jacques a virgin? I doubt this proposition, or let's take off his pants and study it carefully? Okay, okay, now is not the time to discuss such insignificant issues, female elf, let go Kai Jacques, the young man is timid, don't frighten him."

"Oh, **** Crazy, Jacques Jacobs is three years older than you, you are a young man! I am three days older than Jacques, so I can call him a young man! Understand? Crazy, only I can be called Jacques young people!"

"Nonsense, the oldest person here is me! You all have to listen to me, you are all young people!"

A group of Hawkkin gods were arguing in a mixed manner, as if ten thousand toads were screaming at the same time. The Queen of Green Moon and a group of elves could not wait to plug their ears, and the emperors and nobles of the Goblin Empire, He squatted leisurely on the edge of the square, happily watching the friendly interaction between his gods and these elves!

Suddenly, a badge hung on his chest proved his identity as the Grand Duke of the Goblin Empire. The well-behaved old goblin suddenly jumped up, waving his fist and shouting: "Master Funk, I am your devout and honest follower. Ah! Punch the female elf in the nose! Bump the bridge of her nose to me! Ha, I bet a gold coin, you can't knock her big teeth!"

A metal puppet spitting out red flames immediately turned around and waved his fist at the grand duke of the goblin: "Fart! Can't I knock out her big teeth? Get your gold coins, the gold coins are mine. Hey, female elf, smile, let me see how your teeth grow so I can smash all your big teeth!"

With a ‘clang-clang’, this flame-spitting metal puppet clenched his fist and shook it fiercely towards the Empress Green Moon. The other Hawkin gods and goblins were all trembling with excitement. They instantly forgot about Jacques, who was still trembling at the edge of the Green Moon Queen's sword, and yelled and started placing bets!

His Majesty, the emperor of the Goblin Empire, an old goblin with a height of two feet and three inches quickly took off his luxurious emperor robe, holding up an ink pen and writing on his robe. How much is the handicap, how much is the bet, who loses and who wins, etc., a huge bet came on stage with the cheers of countless Hawking gods and goblin powers.

The Empress Luyue was so angry that her teeth began to dance. She angrily slapped Jacques's face with the spine of her long sword, and made a crisp sound. The fanatical Hawkkin gods and goblins all around didn't notice this scene. Instead, Jacques Jakob made a hysterical scream, which made the short guys who were dancing with excitement shut their mouths and looked over at the same time.

Jacques maintained the surrendering posture with his hands raised. He looked at Empress Green Moon in grief and angrily, his eyes widened: "Empress Green Moon, I recognize you! You have become Moon Elf High Priest and Empress. Time, came to us and made trouble!"

"Huh?" Empress Green Moon took a deep look at Jacques, and gently sent the long sword forward. The blade was extremely sharp, and it gently cut a trace of Jacques’s oily skin. Jacques only felt a tingling pain from his throat. He immediately smiled and raised his hands higher and higher: "Aha, dear Her Majesty Green Moon, your beauty is enough to make the moon in the sky ashamed."

The Empress Green Moon snorted coldly: "Is the moon in this world? She has been destroyed! You mean, I am disfigured?"

Jacques Blinked his eyes, looked up at the sun-drenched sky blankly, and then blankly looked at the Empress Green Moon and asked: "Ah? Has the moon in this world been destroyed? It seems that this happened? Okay. , This kind of thing is not important, anyway, you are very beautiful, um, if the moon is destroyed, then your beauty can make the most powerful metal puppet we have produced tears!"

Silently shook her head, the Empress Green Moon put away her long sword, these short green-skinned men, don't expect them to spit out so beautiful words. Let the metal puppets shed tears? What is this metaphor?

Jianfeng left his throat, and Jacques Arya sighed in relief and sat down on the ground. He quickly put down his hands, moved his aching shoulders with a frown, and then shouted: "You bastards, are you all dead? Come and meet the Empress Green Moon! Huh? No!"

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