Elf Story from Another World

Chapter 77

"What do you mean?" Ou Yue looked at Max and tilted her head: "I don't understand."

"Do you know the battle damage ratio after the war between the human army and the elves?" Max suddenly asked a seemingly irrelevant question and asked with a wry smile.

"Our losses seem to be less than yours." Ou Yue said uncertainly.

That night when it rained red, although he didn't want to recall it, he did see that one elf could stand up to several humans.

"Seventeen to one." Max said softly: "On average, seventeen human soldiers can replace one elf."

Suddenly, huge wind pressure blew by, and the glass shattered instantly. The crystal clear glass fragments reflected the light of the fire. A strong wind blew in, causing Nasha's hair to flutter in the air.

"With this spell, the losses of the human army are counted in the tens of thousands." Max looked outside: "Many of those soldiers set out from here. You can see many people gathered outside. Because of the relatives and friends they know They are all there and you only need a few minutes to use unmatched power to wipe them out."

"Sounds like a good number, and I also think it's really pointless to fight like this." Nasha supported her head with her hands: "So this is why you think I shouldn't get rid of this thing's warehouse. This battle is a bit suspenseful, not a one-sided crushing."

She suddenly laughed: "Do you think this is a reason that will convince us? It just strengthens our ideas, right?"

"Haha, that's right, you don't care about these things." Max put his arc piano in place and gently moved a few strings. This time there is no longer the joy of a carnival or the joy of playing in peacetime.

It's just sadness, the notes that seem to be beating in the air seem to be pouring out the sadness, making everyone who hears it feel moved.

"If there are so many casualties, why are you still attacking us?" Ouyue lowered his head slowly, and for the first time, he suddenly felt surprisingly angry.

His friend died in this war, seventeen to one? Maybe the guy named Carat is the one.

It's really ridiculous. The invader had the nerve to say that he had suffered heavy casualties. After all, in that duel, the guy who was supposed to be his bride died. His teacher didn't know if he was still alive, and Ryder died in front of him.

Since your casualties are so heavy, why do you still come to hurt us? The humans who do this are just despicable people.

"You have the nerve to mention this?" Max suddenly smiled: "That's right, you don't care about this kind of thing. In your eyes, we are despicable and unworthy of possessing sacred objects."

"What is it?" Ouyue was stunned: "What does this have to do with us?"

"Our human race's sacred object, the spiritual bones of the Holy Angels, or the holy bones for short, were stolen by you." Max looked directly into Ouyue's eyes without fear, as if he wanted to pour out his anger.

When they were walking together on the road, he thought the boy was kind and obedient, and he was a very well-behaved child. There is a glimmer of the idea that different races can coexist peacefully.

It wasn't until just now that he had to face the fact that he was an elf, a despicable and arrogant elf.

"What is the holy skeleton?" Ouyue scratched her head: "I have never heard of it."

"You haven't heard of it, but those so-called friends of yours must know it." Max looked at Oyue, this simple and cowardly elf would not lie. But it doesn't matter. Even if this child knew, he would not participate in such an action: "More than a month ago, the sacred objects preserved by our human race were stolen by you."

"How can you be sure it's an elf?" Ouyue shook her head: "No, an elf wouldn't do such a thing."

"Then tell me which race can use high-level magic?" Max asked, "That is a privilege that only you can use."

"I understand. Do you want to say that you want to start a war with the elves because you lost something?" Nasha yawned: "What a boring excuse."

"Do you believe in God?" Max suddenly asked.

"Do not believe.