Twenty-two years ago, in the southern part of the Kerba Empire, the silent clan front line.

Under the gloomy sky, red flames spread in the dark green forest, illuminating the front line of the night, while also filling the battlefield with the breath of coke and ash.

In the town that was completely burned, countless elves burned into charcoal were scattered in a mess between flames and charcoal. The incomplete corpses either strangled their necks or tried to stretch their heads upwards, as if they were about to be drowned, trying their best to breathe.

The gathering place of elves bombed by alchemy fuel bombs is now being swept by tired human soldiers. In this hostile forest, only burned land can be considered safe. Otherwise, not those mosquitoes full of diseases and poisons, even a leaf of grass may quietly extend its sharp branches and leaves in the late night, penetrate into the ears of the sleeping soldiers, and smash their brains.

In the fourth year of the Elf War, the First Royal Legion of the Kerba Empire broke through the third layer of the Elf Royal Court and burned the war on the front line to the directly governing place of the Elf Royal Court.

And in this front-line camp full of corpse smell, burnt smell, men's sweat and blood, a young priest followed tremblingly behind a general wearing black power armor, looking around the land full of elves' resentment in panic.

"Although the proud disciple of the great priest of the imperial capital Antar was brought over to gilt, his teacher said that it would be okay if he died."

The general brought the young priest to the deputy commander of the army. He laughed and pushed the priest who was still a little timid: "Some time ago, I remember you said you were missing a priest with the army? This is for you."

The priest raised his head and looked at the commander standing in front of him. His eyes were calm, and he was now as mechanical as he was, accepting the general's instructions.

The soldiers' hair at that time did not turn gray, and their bodies were filled with high confidence that could definitely win and win glory.

That's the priest's eyes have not yet become cold. Facing the soldiers' eyes like blades, they even subconsciously lowered their eyes and dared not look directly.

And this is the first encounter between the bounty hunter Mikhail and the priest Matvey.

Although it doesn't matter if he dies, no one really dares to let the proud disciples of the Imperial Priest walk on the front line at will. Matve got twelve soldiers as his escort, responsible for following the front behind and treating the injured soldiers.

The war on the front line is igniting every day. In order to regain the homeland, the elves are planning a counterattack all the time. The fertility rate of these pointed ears with a lifespan of 180 years is not as low as in the story. As long as there is a stable environment and a longer reproductive period, their population growth rate is actually no less than that of humans. In the forest, they are even more like fish in water. One side of the human side can only advance through the forest burning tactics that burn on the side, otherwise it will be difficult to move forward.

The reason why the Kerba Empire attacked the Elves' Court was for the super-large magic crystal veins in the Silent Forest. Since the Empire carried out the industrialization of magic energy, the value of magic energy ores that were originally only needed by mages has risen all the way. Except for the high-reserved mineral veins in the mountains around Maiyaling in the north, there are no other high-value magic energy mines in the imperial territory.

For the sake of development and wealth, the lords in the southern part of the empire convinced the royal family to launch this war, but no one expected that the war would be so tragic. The imperial army, which had fully mechanized dress-ups, thought that they would be invincible, and felt that the elves would be easily defeated like the barbarians in the west and become their cheap labor slaves.

But the war has lasted for four years. The empire invested enough military power and wealth to recreate three imperial capitals. The financial burden caused by the large number of deaths made it difficult for the military department to even issue pensions. The Elf Royal Court even sent the Great Druid to the southern towns of the empire to launch a "deep green disaster". The crazy growing trees destroyed many cities and killed countless civilians. The poisonous miasma has not yet dissipated.

It is difficult to ride a tiger, and it is the current situation, but fortunately, the empire's war potential is still stronger than that of the elves. After paying the price of the southern industrial circle being almost completely destroyed and the empire's industrial production areas collectively moved north, most of the Silent Forest has now turned into scorched earth. The number of elves that died was three times that of the empire, completely emptied the population of two generations of elves.

With the confidence to win, the Elf King's Court has begun to migrate to the east, and some of them have even received support from the dwarves to penetrate deep into the ground. The current fierce attack is on the surface to regain the homeland, but in fact it is just to delay the Emperor's footsteps.

"Sir, I found something before..."

The soldier came to report the situation to the young priest, and was already a little adapted to the battlefield. At least he would not be disgusted by seeing the corpse and nodded: "Take me to see it."

Then he saw two young elves trembling, surrounded by soldiers, hiding in tree holes.

"Two long-eared cubs, haha, it seems that they are less than ten years old, and sending them to the back is a considerable military achievement!"

The soldiers smiled vulgarly: "The big guys above like this taste, it's so fucking weird!"

The priest didn't care about the soldiers' strange eyes of him. He also knew very well the strange tastes of the nobles and great priests in the upper class of the imperial capital, but all this had nothing to do with him. The young man noticed the trembling and fearful eyes of the young elves, and his heart suddenly felt a tingling pain.

"The ancestors are here, and war is cruel, but it has nothing to do with the children."

Bent down, the priest knelt on one knee and took out the water bag. He wanted to feed some water to an elf child with a slightly chapped lips, but the other party refused to accept it.

The gender differentiation of elves will not appear after secreting hormones at the age of fifteen. Elves before fifteen are all underage and have no gender. Elves of this age are more expensive and easier to tame on the empire. This is the result of the research of the Imperial Academy since the Four Years of War.

But the priests have never liked such cold remarks.

Legend has it that the ancestor's dragon opened the sky and opened the earth, and its soul was divided into three parts, including the three dragons of heaven and earth and life. The dragon turned into clouds, snow, wind and clouds, thunder, rain and dew, the dragon turned into mountains, rivers, seas and islands, and the dragon of life divided again and became millions of tribes on the earth.

Everyone is the children of the Dragon of Life, the descendants of the ancestors, all races are brothers, and elves are no exception.

In the end, the young priest successfully appeased the two elves. At this time, the front line did not fight. They were stationed in the camp and prepared to wait for the follow-up troops to follow up, and hand over the two good goods they had caught to the logistics company.

But the priest didn't plan to do this. He wanted to pay for the two elves out of his own pocket - he couldn't control the war, but at least he could save one or the other.

However, in the middle of the night, the priest who had not fallen asleep for a long time heard a harsh scream.

"Enemy attack!"

Hearing the sharp alarm, he quickly picked up his scepter. On the battlefield, no one dared to take off his equipment and rest. Even weapons were placed in a place where they could be held. However, before the priest left his barracks, several thin figures tore up the camp tent like ghosts, and sharp knives and sharp arrows hit his heart and forehead.

At this moment, the priest saw that the two elves who were originally placed next to his room were bleeding from their eyes. They were holding a gem of eyeballs that emitted bright purple light in their hands. While suppressing the signal of the camp guards, they also released a highly toxic gas that filled the camp.

The elite elves' elite assault troops had rushed into the camp, and countless shadows flashed, and death spread rapidly.

The priests who were dragged out of the camp and were completely disarmed could see that the two young elves who mixed into the camp with their eyes as magical gems, their only remaining eyes were filled with unforgettable hatred.

Everyone in this camp was killed, leaving only the priest. He was supposed to be sentenced to death after torture, but the two elves said a few elves and asked the leader of the elves to let him go.

It has nothing to do with any relationship, just because he is a disciple of a big man and is of great value as a prisoner.

The priest knew nothing about what happened next. He was just locked in a small cage in a daze and spent his time in a daze. It was not until a few days later, there was another fierce shout of killing and fighting, and he was snatched back by the empire.

After coming out of the cage, he looked around the surrounding land with filth... corpses were everywhere, the smell of gunpowder. In the dark green forest, the traces of flesh and blood were so conspicuous and clear.

All were dead. Whether it was the commander of the Elf Assault Force or the two Elf children, they were all scattered incomplete corpses on the battlefield, while the blood-filled Emperor** was still searching for the battlefield and finishing off the alive elves.

Until the end of death, all the elves' eyes were filled with deep hatred.

"Ahhhhhhhhh..."

The priest lowered his head in pain, and he made a hoarse voice... What is kindness and what is cruel? What is right to do, and why is the mistake wrong?

If kindness to the enemy is evil to oneself, then why do both sides have to defeat this point as the children of the ancestor dragon?

The priest never understood this, or he could understand the disputes of interest, but he did not understand why the ancestor allowed such a world to exist.

Therefore, we can only ask deeply questions.

"Ancestor...why is this the case?"

Twenty-two years later, the northern region of Maia was outside the suburbs.

After the southern industrial circle of the empire was greatly damaged by the Elf War, the emerging industrial aristocrats led by the Maiya family accumulated a lot of wealth and even became the local emperors in the north. There were even rumors that the Maiya family was planning to enthrone the territory and become the king independently.

Is all this related to the people who are in the Dragon Ball War? Of course.

Because everyone and things in the world are not isolated islands, they are all connected to each other.

"Ltd. Colonel Mikhail, long time no see."

Standing in front of the bounty hunter, Matvey, who had not yet recovered from burns, stood straight, his eyes were cold and cold, and his words were neat. Facing the acquaintance in front of him, his tone was a faint nostalgia: "I didn't have the chance to say hello when I was fighting for the Dragon Ball. Since the end of the Elf War, this should be our first reunion."

"I remember, when the soft-hearted idiot, my twelve brothers died, you were the only one who lived alone."

The gray-white-haired veteran looked at the second prince beside him. The young man with long golden hair looked unexpectedly calm. He controlled the giant beast Leviathan to stop attacking the mountain and nodded slightly to Mikhail.

Suppressing the doubts in his heart, the bounty hunter frowned and looked at Matvey. He said in a deep voice: "After you were punished, you returned to the imperial capital not long after. After a few years, you rebelled from the church... When we talked to others, everyone thought it was strange, and you thought you were very talented and direct, and the punishment would not affect your future promotion. Why did you defect?"

"Now that you think you have already defected to the royal family and become a dog of the second prince."

In the past, General Komer, the highest commander of the southern Elves War in the Kerba Empire, was the second prince's mother and the younger brother of Princess Isabel. Mikhail had a clear memory of that man, especially the speech of the "War of Glory", which was almost vomiting.

"If you have to say that, I don't deny it."

Matve admitted Mikhail's extremely malicious sarcasm, and when he heard this, the bounty hunter was slightly stunned, and then his eyes became even more disgusted.

"Yesterday, you were fighting with Zhuzhou, right? I didn't expect that the soft black fog, which was as soft as noodles, would be so hard now - didn't you even kill a child at the beginning? Now I turn my head and kill so skillfully."

This is a matter of turning the gun head to attack the hunter boy Fant before mocking Matvey. Mikhail has been paying attention to Matvey's reaction, wanting to use spicy words to provoke him, taking advantage of the other party's emotions to catch the opportunity to leave.

But he regretfully discovered that the other party was not shaken at all.

"Stop talking nonsense, Mikhail, my partner is monitoring your every move in the sky, you can't escape anyway."

Speaking so, Matvey's tone was as hard as a rock: "The reason why we don't kill you immediately is just that we think you are the object of fighting for."

"You are also the party involved in the Elf War back then. I know your wish very well. I think our purpose is quite consistent."

Mikhail was stunned, then narrowed his eyes and stared at the two people flying in the sky. He seemed to want to sneer, but in the end he just snorted coldly.

"Yes, Lieutenant Colonel Mikhail."

And this time, the second prince, Kumore Kerba, spoke. Although his tone was still as instinctive as his instinct, it was indeed full of sincerity: "The initiation of the Elf War that year damaged the empire's vitality, and the south turned from prosperity to decline. I witnessed all this with my own eyes and saw the limitations of this country."

"Although I clearly possessed absolute material and technological advantages, the empire was unable to defeat the sharp ears in the forest - I was puzzled by this, but then I figured it out.

The elves fought bloody battles and were desperate for their own race and land. This nationalist spirit is a more advanced idea than our empire. The huge empire is not essentially one at all, but we divide ourselves into the sanctuary and the northern barbarians, the mountain people in the west and the rustic buns in the east. They are a unified whole, while we are a divided and contradictory group of people, not the 'glorious Kerba Empire'."

The second prince talked freely, and when he said this, his face became gloomy: "This is why we cannot completely defeat the elves. This country has no cohesion, and everyone fights on their own—————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

"laugh."

In response to this, Mikhail just wanted to laugh, and he had even laughed out loud. The man whispered: "A country that cannot afford the pension, is still talking about cohesion here... This country still exists now, just because no one raises up and raises the banner of rebellion."

"yes."

Matvey was extremely calm and responded directly. Like Kumore, he didn't think there was any error in this statement: "That's why it needs to be changed, right?"

"I have changed. I have killed me in the past and changed my own cowardice and innocence. Next, I should try to change my surroundings and change the world."

"So I'll be a royal dog?" Mikhail was unmoved.

Matvey retorted: "What about you? You have been mediocre for so many years and are just a bounty hunter to make money? You value love and friendship, but in the end you are not going to make a wish, and you don't make any plans at all, and you are betting on a 1 in 10,000 chance?"

"Ha, it seems that the royal family will make you change... wait."

Mikhail originally planned to continue to delay time with words and look for opportunities, but suddenly, he noticed something. The bounty hunter turned his head in shock and looked at the smiling second prince: "You said you want to make a wish? Isn't this a royal conspiracy? This is the private of the two of you..."

"Yes, the royal family doesn't know that I stole the Dragon Ball."

Speaking so, Kumore stretched out his hand, and in a flash, the dragon ball hidden in Mikhail's arms, which had a strange book totem engraved in his arms, suddenly disappeared without any illusion, and then reconstituted in the hands of the second prince. He smiled and said, "The dragon ball admits me, I am like this, take it out of the treasure house."

"Now the Dragon Ball War has begun. Perhaps tomorrow, the Yeying troops sent by the father to kill me, my treason, will be in the north - but by then, everything has already ended, and I will present this great gift to him."
To be continued...