PFC Chapter 516 The Lost Women (1)
Chapter 516 The Lost Women (1)
In an aristocratic manor on the southern coast of the United Kingdom of Elves, Kuina, who had just turned 200, had a sad face. She looked at the dozen thick etiquette textbooks on the table and wailed in pain.
"Ah, great goddess of life, who on earth invented this damn aristocratic etiquette? I will definitely fail the college exam in a week. I can't memorize all this boring knowledge even if I don't eat, drink or sleep..."
Kuina's academic performance was not good. To be more precise, her performance in aristocratic etiquette was too poor. Coincidentally, her city-state was a famous etiquette country in southern Xinjiang, so etiquette performance had a high weight in the assessment score.
Not only did she have to learn the local etiquette of the United Kingdom of Elves, she also had to master the etiquette of the nobles in other regions, such as Southern Xinjiang, Central Plains, Western Regions, Northern Xu, and Eastern Land...even though she might not go to that region in her lifetime.
Kuina once angrily questioned her etiquette teacher why she had to learn etiquette knowledge from other regions. Kuina even swore to the goddess of life that she would never leave southern Xinjiang in her life.
However, the etiquette teacher said, what if guests from other regions come to visit our city-state? We must make foreign guests feel at home. This is the tradition of our city-state.
Because of this tradition, every elf in Kuina's city-state must learn a lot of etiquette knowledge, which is even written into the city-state laws. If the etiquette grades are not up to standard, Kuina will not be able to graduate from the academy.
"Dear goddess of life, Hilya!" Kuina prayed with her eyes closed, "Please let me be free from the pain of etiquette. I hope I can pass the etiquette test in a week..."
As Kuina was speaking, a grayish-white light suddenly flashed in the room. When Kuina opened her eyes, a dignified and elegant noble girl from the Central Plains suddenly appeared in front of her.
Cornelie didn't know why the other four people who were teleported together disappeared, and she didn't know where this place was. She could only bow respectfully to Kuina and said, "Hello, beautiful elf lady. May I ask where this is?"
Cornel's etiquette movements were very standard, and they were not the etiquette commonly used by the nobles of Orleans, but the etiquette movements exclusively used by the nobles of the southern border elides. Her gestures were slow and elegant.
"You, are you a miracle from the goddess of life? Are you the teacher who is here to teach me etiquette? Thank God, I can pass the etiquette exam..."
Cornelle was a little confused by Kuina's excited questions, but she was indeed a person who was well versed in etiquette. It would be better to say that she was the most talented aristocratic etiquette among the entire young generation in Orleans.
After a while, Cornele looked at Kuina, whose body was stiff, and sternly reprimanded her: "Tighten your stomach! Hold your chest high! Keep your head up! Your feet should be perfectly spread out at 90 degrees. Your body is too relaxed. Such movements are like those of a rude drunkard..."
"Yes! Teacher Cornele!" Kuina said a little nervously.
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In a mountain range stretching for thousands of miles in the north of the United Kingdom of Elf, tens of thousands of white elves wearing heavy armor are trapped here, and they are pursued by the coalition forces of the puppet kingdoms under the command of the White Sun Sect.
Inside the central tent, a white elf with a gloomy face kicked and broke the spine of the female elf who was kneeling in front of him, while a dozen fully armed elf warriors around him watched it all indifferently.
"It's hard to imagine that the White Yang Sect's spies have actually infiltrated the army. This time our whereabouts have definitely been exposed. The White Yang Sect is really despicable and shameless. They always like to play such despicable tricks!"
"General Sivir," a dusty elf scout ran in hastily, first kneeling on one knee to salute and then respectfully said, "We have investigated everything. The southwest, south and southeast directions are all Baiyang puppet troops, about 200,000 people, all equipped with new magic-resistant armor..."
Upon hearing this, Sivir's already gloomy face became even uglier. He was unanimously elected by the elven nobles in the Council Hall to be the general of this Northern Expedition. He wanted to make achievements in the Central Plains countries, but he never expected to fall into such a crisis before leaving Southern Xinjiang.
Ninety percent of the soldiers he brought this time were the kingdom's elite. If they were all killed here, he would not be able to return to the kingdom to report, so he might as well commit suicide here.
An elven warrior nearby stepped out and saluted, then said anxiously, "General, those White Sun Sect lackeys are obviously trying to drive us north. There must be a terrible ambush waiting for us there. I suggest we break out to the south!"
"You're still thinking about breaking out? Didn't you hear the scout captain's report just now? There are 200,000 heavily armored troops waiting for us in the south!" another elf warrior shouted angrily.
"If we go north, we will fall into a trap. Sooner or later, we will be surrounded and killed!"
"Breaking out to the south is a reckless move. Do you want us all to die here?"
"In my opinion, it is better to march quickly to the west. That is the territory of the Cult of Destiny. Perhaps we can find a turning point there..."
Xiweier felt a little irritated listening to the arguments of the generals. None of their suggestions were safe. They were basically just gambles. But as a general, how could he gamble with the lives of tens of thousands of elite soldiers under him?
But time is running out, and Shiver must make a decision, a correct one. The White Sun Sect's 200,000 heavy armored soldiers have just set off.
Sivir was born in the United Kingdom of Elves, so he is a devout believer in the Goddess of Life, but at the same time he is a general who leads troops into battle, so Sivir also believes in Quelpis, the God of War.
At this moment, Sivir could only pray to the heavens and the god of war, hoping to borrow the wisdom and courage of Quelbis, hoping that she could be as victorious as Quelbis...
As Sivir was praying, a gray-white light suddenly lit up in the tent. All the generals, even Sivir who was praying with her eyes closed, immediately raised their giant swords vigilantly. At the same time, colorful and surging magic power flowed freely in the tent.
When the gray-white light faded away, everyone could see clearly that there was a purple-haired girl standing in the center of the tent. She was wearing clothes with Central Plains characteristics and was looking at a group of fully armed elves around her with a confused look on her face.
After an unbearable ten seconds of silence, Sivir spoke first. He said nervously, "Is it, is it a miracle that Lord Belvis has bestowed upon us out of pity?"
Although his words at this moment were somewhat far-fetched and did not sound like what a calm general would say, for some reason, Shiver's strong intuition told him that the purple-haired girl in front of him who looked a little frail might be able to help him resolve the crisis.
"Uh……"
Finina was puzzled by Sivir's words, but her instinct for survival told her that she'd better nod in agreement, otherwise the elves around her might kill her immediately, and she had not yet repaid Bai Hao for saving her life.
"Yes, I am indeed a miracle sent down by Lord Belvis, and I am here to save you from danger and peril."
Finina lied without blushing or beating her heart. She didn't hold out much hope. Even she herself found such immature words funny. They could be used to lie to children.
However, the gloomy elf in front of Finina knelt down directly, and then bowed to her again and again respectfully, and finally said excitedly: "Please save my soldiers, I don't want my soldiers to die in despicable conspiracies!"
After some time...
Finina stood in front of a makeshift map, looking at the elven warriors below and said in a deep voice: "I think we should break out to the east. There are a lot of woods and complex mountains there. We can use this to make a detour and use the terrain to buy time..."