He is a warrior determined to fight for order!

Because of the teacher's teachings, Prest knew from the very beginning that the differences in power and race between the countries, power and races of the country, are all small things like clouds, and only the contradiction between order and chaos is eternal and greatest. Since the elves in front of him are still the existence of order and are descendants of the legendary powerful men who once sealed the evil god, they should not be erased by the impact that will inevitably appear later like garbage.

Yes, there is a certain impact.

When Priest knew that the planet under his feet was probably imprisoned with an evil god, he almost frightened everyone. If he hadn't been hit by the information flow at that time, he would have fainted.

It was precisely because he did not faint that Prest also understood that if something unexpected happened to the seal, causing the sleeping evil god to stop self-destruction and transformation, then the best ending of this planet would be like an eggshell, being torn in half by the evil god that had escaped.

Perhaps...it's just like the cold world that was eaten by the teacher. Although the outside looks intact, the inside is completely empty.

That's why Priest wanted to pull all these elves to the hub to take refuge, and send super-time and space signals as fast as possible to inform many powerful people in the Mycrov world to come and suppress the evil gods. This is the only way to save most of the lives.

But the group of elves in front of him just refused to leave the mother tree without any hesitation!

Yes, the surrounding environment of the mother tree is good, there are no earthquakes or various disasters. When the weather is dry, the mother tree will absorb groundwater, or even distillate fresh water from seawater. When the weather is hot, the mother tree will evaporate moisture and create cool air. When the weather is hot, the mother tree can handle it perfectly. This is the best living environment.

The mother tree even stores all production information, and the surrounding resources are rich, so the elves can live comfortably without thinking... but they are just living! This seems to be a paradise of happiness, but in fact, this is a hell!

How much effort you have and how much reward you have, you can make progress with hard work and gain with hard work. Such a world is paradise! And a comfortable, peaceful, indulgent, and lazy environment is a complete poison for a civilization. What's more, there are weak evil gods here, which can weaken their thinking ability and make people forget their knowledge! If these elves continue to be mediocre, then thousands of years later, the ones living in the forest will be a group of primitive people!

"Damn it, I warn you once, it's not your turn to refuse now. If you don't go with me, I will..."

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became. The calm Prest couldn't help but burst out. He was about to make a few harsh words and then knocked out the local gold, and then kidnapped all the elves into the Accrafa hub. Although they were all gold-level, in fact, the elite team members were as their name were, and each of them was not a powerful person who could match the ordinary gold-level.

If they want, the five of them can defeat most of the Viewer Elf Tribe by raiding alone.

But suddenly, he smelled a strange scent.

"This taste..." Prest was shocked, but he was alert. The next moment, the deer crown elf in front of him suddenly became unstable. Even because he was immune to most of the toxins, his spirit became dazed.

"Good opportunity!"

Naturally, Priest didn't talk much nonsense. He immediately took a step forward. In the rapid sonic boom, a heavy punch hit the stomach of the deer-antered elf, and then slashed the opponent out with a hand knife. The movements were flowing, which was simply art.

After knocking the other party out, Prest probably understood what was going on. He narrowed his eyes, glanced at the Deer Crown Elf that he had dealt with in one second, and then carried it on his back and took it out of the cave.

After leaving the cave, Prest saw the alchemist who was splashing potions everywhere, and large areas of elves collapsed around the roots of the mother tree, with legs and feet twitching.

"Oh, captain, is my secret medicine for elves good?"

When he was born, the alchemist with half of his elves was standing at the root of the tree under the mother tree, waving the dark purple bottle in his hand, and said with a smile: "Isn't this group of elves' spiritual common sense with the super high dose of spiritual stimulant? I let thousands of them have fun together, and they are so chaotic!"

Priest saw that the other three golds of the Viewer tribe were also collapsed everywhere, and the knights, priests and spellcasters were creating a square hanging box with fishing nets and tree trunks, stuffing a bunch of unconscious elves into it, and then flying in turn, taking them back to the Accrafa hub.

"These elves are really kind, and they made these hanging boxes for us." The alchemist seemed very proud to see this scene. Seeing that the spiritual stimulant in his hand was about to be used up, he took out another bottle from his waist and used his magic power to spread evenly into the air.

"You are not easy to write about your report when using addictive drugs to well-intentioned indigenous people. Wait for review and confinement."

Preest deliberately stood up with a face and said fiercely: "You also need to explain why it is a crime to carry this explicitly forbidden addiction with you!"

"Unfortunate, unjust! Am I not an alchemist? Is it a crime for an alchemist to make a stimulant?" The alchemist immediately pretended to be pitiful and argued, but when he was halfway through, Prest smiled and threw the deer crown elf on his shoulder to him: "Take him back together, no one knows about this. I'll go to the beach first, there should be some elves working there."

"Okay, the Knight and I will come to pick you up then. Remember to arrange it neatly, and drag it away together."

The alchemist didn't say much, so why do they need to say more about their cooperation? You should know that the training courses of the external exploration team have a course of "eye communication"! With just one look, the five people quickly divided the work. Tuliu Suer looked at a bunch of elves who were lying on the ground in front of him in a daze, looking at the happy elves, at a loss.

"Hey, sister-in-law... Miss Suer, you can also help put these compatriots into the hanging box."

The caster was controlling the magic at this time and putting the elves into the box flatly. He looked at Suer's trance and couldn't help but smile: "You are our accomplices now, don't stand there."

"Well... it's right."

Sur was not stupid. She naturally knew that Preest and others did this to help the elves, and these elves did not seem to be suffering... Since that was the case, Sur threw the burden in his heart and began to happily lift a sleeping elves, and then threw them into the hanging box: "Hey!"

And in just a few minutes.

Prest had already arrived at the beach.

There are indeed some elves who are preparing to fish by the sea, but it seems that because of time, the tide has not retreated, so they have no work, they just wait by the beach. Because of spiritual common sense, these elves are all like their compatriots in the tribe, with an overly excited expression on their faces.

"There is this disadvantage in spiritual commonality... I learned it."

Shaking his head, then neatly stacked all the elves fishermen together. After doing this, Prest stood on the edge of the towering beach, waiting for the arrival of the alchemist and the knight later.

At this time, the sky was just getting dark, and he narrowed his eyes and looked into the distance.

The morning light lit up at the vocational line of the sea level, and slightly dim orange stars jumped out of the water.

Prest looked at the sunlight that seemed to be inexpensive to shine on the sea surface, causing the shattered waves along the coast to reflect thousands of light spots. He let out a breath and sat on the beach on the coast, relaxing his muscles and body that were too tense for the past half day and still tense until now.

If it were the past, those elves fishermen should have started to work long ago. When the early tide began to retreat, they had already sailed to sea, casting nets to fish with laughter and joy. Prest knew how they lived, and how comfortable, quiet and peaceful life was.

How peaceful.

Prest likes this kind of peace. Who doesn't want his sister to live in such a world? Such a quiet sea, such beautiful scenery, and a garden-like world, anyone will be addicted to it.

But such peace cannot have any future.

Peace and surplus resources will destroy all the ambition of a civilization. What's more, there are even no contradictions within this civilization. They are not an ant colony, but are born for reproduction and spread. They are ordinary lives, but they have a common spirit.

"Humans are flawed. To be precise, human flaws are so great that they can't be finished in just a few words."

Prest could vaguely hear a voice, which was the voice of his teacher, Joshua Van Radcliff. The powerful legendary man was always very serious when teaching, and told his thoughts to them without reservation: "Humans are selfish, cruel, and self-killing, without any bottom line, because they have self-will that can overcome their instincts and can become more wild than wild beasts. They can even stare at other people indifferently, and even the death and end of other civilizations, their hearts are unrest and even with pleasure."

"Humans do not understand other humans, nor do they understand other humans. No one can empathize with others. Everyone's suffering is just his suffering, and happiness is just his happiness. Therefore, humans will be jealous, compare, disgusted, and hatred."

The teacher's voice was low, as if it could penetrate the deepest part of the heart. He mercilessly analyzed the bad nature of human beings, but his tone was not criticized.

Because this is not a criticism.

Yes, the elves are agile and united in the tribe. Even if there are conflicts, they can be resolved quickly. They are smart, flexible, adaptable and full of adventure. The long life span gives them enough confidence.

Yes, the dwarves are strong and have strong will, so strong that even the lava burning body will not scream at all. They can repeat the same work day after day, and even if the mountain is hollowed out, there will not be any complaints or boredom.

Yes, every race has a unique point. Winged people can fly, and the courage in their hearts can support them to soar in the sky without fear of all challenges. Orcs are as stubborn as stones. As long as they make up their minds, they can walk without hesitation even when facing swords, fire and seas.

Halflings, goblins, hawks, lizardmen, centaurs...those extinct and unexpired races all have their own characteristics, and the civilization of each race is so unique.

Only humans seem to have nothing, and they are full of countless defects.

"Don't care."

Priest suddenly laughed, he raised his head and looked up at September, which had not yet faded in the sky: "Although it is not peaceful at all, every step is a crisis, what does it matter."

Although living in a world that is not a paradise and full of suffering, although the mind cannot connect, it makes everyone unable to understand the thoughts of others, although everyone is full of flaws.

But this is the case with countless flaws, selfishness, indifference, conservativeness, prudence, and infinite human beings.

It's human.

Because of selfishness, we are selfless, and because of indifference, we are passionate. Human beings are humble, cruel, sincere, and cruel.

It is precisely because we are all conservative, cautious, selfish and arrogant ordinary people, and because we live in a world that is not peaceful and full of disputes.
Chapter completed!