I dominate the magic world by farming

The two put on light long gowns and washed the stains on their faces with water.

But in fact, their faces were flawless and there was no need to wash them.

Bang bang~

There was a knock outside the door.

"Dear guest, someone is visiting!" The voice of the staff outside the reception hall was heard.

Gildo and Galadriel looked at each other and asked in confusion: "Galadrell, do you have any acquaintances coming to the Kingdom of Apocalypse?"

Galadriel thought for a moment, then shook his head firmly.

"No!"

Gildo lowered his head, "Strange, I don't have any!"

Galadriel smiled calmly, "Won't you go and see?"

The door of the room was slowly opened, and the figure of the reception hall staff appeared in the picturesque eyes of Gildo and Galadriel.

Looking back, there was nothing.

But as their eyes sank, Gildo and Galadriel finally saw who was visiting.

Gildor frowned slightly, but disappeared in a moment, and his delicate lips moved slightly, making a sound that only he could hear.

"Dwarf!"

The staff turned around and said to the dwarf Tolkien: "My lord!"

Tolkien waved his hands, "Go down!"

Hearing this, the staff passed Tolkien and disappeared here.

Tolkien raised his head, with the persistence in the bones of a dwarf, and his nostrils covered with nose hair faced Gildor and Galadriel.

Gildor behind Galadriel saw this scene and suddenly felt nauseous, and almost vomited out the overnight meal.

"Eh~, dwarves are so disgusting!"

The subconscious and unintentional words came out in a faint voice.

Galadriel in front of Gildor pulled Gildor's hand, and Gildor was silent.

Tolkien frowned slightly.

"Are you the elves from the Great Forest of Terra?"

Galadriel nodded slightly, and was very confused about the purpose of the dwarves in front of him.

"The Kingdom of Apocalypse does not welcome elves!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Tolkien walked back with his hands behind his back!

Gildor and Galadriel were stunned instantly.

"Are we being driven away?" Gildor, who was still young, asked in astonishment.

Galdriel smiled bitterly, but then the bitter smile turned into disdain.

"Just dwarves! But dwarves who are afraid of the light!"

That's right, the elves will never feel guilty because of what a dwarf says. The more the dwarves stop something, the more the elves will do it.

On the contrary, the more the elves stop something, the more the dwarves will do it.

The prejudice between the dwarves and elves on the Loya continent is deep-rooted.

Field didn't know why, but it didn't stop him from taking advantage of this characteristic.

Tolkien played the good guy and expressed the expulsion as a dwarf.

The plot of the elves' inner rebellion against the dwarves will be triggered, and they will have the mentality of "If you don't let me stay, I will stay in the Kingdom of Apocalypse for a long time."

Then it's a matter of time, waiting for the elves' mentality to slowly ferment and amplify.

Tolkien left, but he didn't leave.

Based on the information provided by Hilbert, he visited another elf.

"Are elves worthy of staying in the Apocalypse Kingdom?"

At the door of the room, the elven wizard Legolas opened his lips slightly, and his face was messy in the wind for a long time.

"Are all the dwarves in the Apocalypse Kingdom so arrogant?"

Legolas came back to his senses, lowered his head, and was about to scold and teach the arrogant dwarf a lesson.

But at this moment, there was no shadow of the dwarf in front of him!

On the streets of the city, Tolkien trotted quickly, turning his head to look behind him from time to time.

"Damn it, wizard, if you get angry, I'll be in trouble!"

The more Tolkien thought about it, the more wrong it felt. Why did he feel that this was a high-risk mission!

"It's wrong, I'm making enemies everywhere!" Tolkien muttered to himself after half a beat of reaction.

"If all these elves stayed in the Apocalypse City, wouldn't it be..."

"Sh~, I was careless, I shouldn't have agreed so readily!"

At this moment, the assistant assigned to Tolkien by Hilbert said: "Lord Tolkien, the next elf is in the inn ahead, he is a great magician!"

Hearing this, Tolkien stopped and took a deep breath, his eyes faintly revealing his determination to die.

"When I go in later, you immediately call a patrol team over!"

"Okay!"

...

Night fell, but the short chair was pulled out particularly slender under the illumination of the magic street lamp.

"Lord Tolkien!"

Lord Tolkien turned back with despair, and the assistant's thumbs-up appeared in Tolkien's eyes.

"Lord, you are awesome!"

The assistant looked serious, but full of admiration.

In one day, the assistant accompanied Tolkien to run all the elves in the Apocalypse City.

The results are as follows:

Two wizards, one time Tolkien ran away quickly, and the other time the patrol arrived quickly, so he was spared a beating!

Five great magicians and two great knights, four of them had good tempers and endured it.

But when facing the other three elves with bad tempers, the patrol saved them once and got beaten twice.

In the study room of the Apocalypse Palace, Field carefully read the detailed records of Tolkien's death.

"Director Tolkien, you have suffered!" Field said with a smile.

Speaking of the devil, Tolkien walked into the study room with his mouth covered.

He walked to a chair quietly and sat down calmly, without the usual swearing.

"King, I want to practice!"

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