Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

Before going to bed that night, Xia Yangyang discussed countermeasures with the system. If the elves were gone, then Samuel would also die.

The system suddenly announced: [The weapon forging talent patch requires 1000 fertility points.]

Xia Yangyang: [Buying on credit?]

System: [No credit?]

Xia Yangyang smiled broadly: [I'd rather not! Samuel is so gentle, beautiful, and kind. I'd be willing to have ten or eight kids, let alone two!]

The system counted the zeros after the number 3, then sighed: [Looks like this world will be in a daze for a while...]

Is it making money or losing money by following this host?

Xia Yangyang actively joined the elf clan's home defense war, as if she were one of the elves herself, and worked with the little elves of the Ministry of Works to forge weapons.

Working day and night, so busy that they didn't even have time to drink water.

They will use thousands of years of human experience in industrial manufacturing to upgrade their weapons.

When the elves retreated in fear, she created natural fire extinguishers to ensure the safety of every elf at close range;

When the elves suffered repeated defeats and their morale was low, she upgraded the water guns, tripling the number of elves that could go to the front line for aerial combat.

When the elves were outnumbered, she invented fire-extinguishing grenades, first blasting the fire creatures into a few pieces before charging in to fight them.

What a joke! Forest fire prevention slogans are something she's heard since she was a child, okay?

Even so.

The Taloris Mountains, a majestic and strategically important location that has protected the Elven race for thousands of years.

It still fell.

Even the elves, skilled in archery and magic, could not defend the kingdom. How could this war possibly continue?

Fearing that the war would spread to them, the orcs and dwarves sent only a very small number of soldiers to provide support.

The Ukulele Judge requested troops from the Water Tribe, and the Water Tribe General responded:

"I am truly sorry, my friend, I deeply sympathize with the plight of that country... but I cannot lend you soldiers. We cannot send soldiers to fight in this doomed battle; it would be pointless."

Ukulele: "What can you do to support us? Compressed water bullets, water cannons, fireproof clothing... anything is fine."

On the other end of the communication line, the aquatic general remained silent for a long time: "My friend, all I can offer you is water. If you need it, I can send you thirty tons immediately."

Ukulele: "Thank you for your generosity. Your assistance remains vital to the Elven race."

*

On the night the Taloris Mountains fell, Samuel took Xia Yangyang to the largest and best-growing fairy fruit tree in the South Peach Garden.

This is the best view of the Taloris Mountains.

The tree trunk was thick enough to accommodate the two of them.

She had fallen from here before, but miraculously, Xia Yangyang didn't feel afraid when she looked at the empty space beneath her feet.

The moonlight cast a veil over Samuel's face as he leaned against a tree, one leg bent and the other dangling below, his elbow supporting his knee.

An air of refined elegance emanates from her.

The firelight reflected in his eyes, making it appear as if a red horizontal pupil had appeared.

"Perhaps I should surrender to the Fire Clan to prevent more elves from being harmed." Samuel's eyes revealed deep weariness and worry.

Xia Yangyang shook her head and answered firmly, "Surrender will only bring more harm."

Samuel did not reply, which made the atmosphere heavy and oppressive, and every chirp of the insects sounded particularly jarring.

Xia Yangyang braced herself against the tree trunk, unsure how to persuade him.

She looked up at the sky, where the faint moonlight filtered through the dense canopy of trees, casting dappled silver light.

"Actually, my country was also invaded."

Samuel paused slightly, his gaze falling on the girl opposite him. Her eyes were piercing, filled with faith and fearlessness.

She gazed at the moon, as if through it she was recalling that bloody and turbulent era.

"Our enemy occupied three of our major provinces, covering a total area of ​​145 million square kilometers, in less than three months... burning, killing, looting, and causing widespread suffering."

"At that time, there were only two Japanese soldiers in a village. Because the villagers had no guns or weapons, those two Japanese soldiers could arbitrarily insult and drive hundreds of villagers. Generals abandoned the city, high-ranking officials fled, and wealthy merchants left the country. They even boasted that they would occupy our entire country in three months."

They were extremely arrogant, but they forgot that what our country has no shortage of is people, people with integrity.

Samuel frowned slightly, a hint of curiosity flashing in his eyes: "And then?"

"Then we built walls with our bodies, blocked enemy gun emplacements with our blood and flesh, and formed bridges with women's shoulders, charging into battle again and again until they ran out of bullets, then we charged in and killed them."

"and then?"

"And then we won." Xia Yangyang smiled faintly. "It didn't just belong to the strong, but to every ordinary human being. We built our own country."

Her tone was light and slow, like reciting poetry, but every single thing she mentioned was a bloody and painful ordeal.

"The elves are at a critical juncture right now, and every elf needs to pull themselves together." She turned to meet Samuel's gaze, as if afraid he would do something foolish, and earnestly urged him on.

"The task of protecting our homeland does not fall solely on the shoulders of our leaders."

"..."

Samuel was breathing heavily, but fortunately the forest was deep and the fog was thick, so the girl opposite him did not notice anything unusual about him.

He couldn't stop his gaze from lingering on her.

Why? He had already planned to abandon the Elven race.

If there's one thing he wants to take with him, it's only her.

But she told him to trust the elf people, to mobilize them, and to overcome the difficulties together.

How can he let go of the pretense and deception he's endured for so many years?

He was already different from the other elves. He was bloodthirsty and practiced forbidden arts. In order to replenish his missing blood, he did not hesitate to "feed" the blood of his own kind.

But... was that his fault?

That was the only way for him to survive.

Every elf wants to live, but why should it be the one who has to sacrifice?

If she never knew... no, even if she accidentally discovered his secret...

She'll understand him, right?

There are so many two-faced people in this world, even she herself is one of them.

Besides, she was already willing to give so much for him.

Why would you care about a small flaw in white jade?

If she is only infatuated with his beauty, that would be wonderful, for elves never age and possess endless beauty.

"Lord Samuel?" Xia Yangyang noticed his distraction and waved her five fingers in front of his eyes.

Samuel smiled slightly, his white veil adorned with glistening dewdrops: "Miss Xia Yangyang."

"Huh?" She was taken aback; this was the first time he had addressed her in this way.

"Didn't you say you had amnesia?"

The wind seemed to freeze for a moment, and a blush spread from the girl's neck to the tips of her ears.

Steam was even rising from the top of his head.

Samuel, as if he had seen through her pretense, smiled knowingly and leisurely enjoyed her reaction.

"Ah...hahahaha, I, I...I suddenly remembered that the drawings aren't finished yet, I'll be going now, Lord Samuel!"

Xia Yangyang chuckled, scratching her head and scrambling to get up from the tree trunk, ready to climb down.

Suddenly, it tripped over a branch and fell straight in front of it.

She closed her eyes tightly, already prepared for him to dodge her, then she would crash into a tree and fall down in a sorry state.

However, no pain was felt.

She fell into an embrace that was as soft and cold as snow.

My teeth hurt, and I bumped into a jade-white collarbone.

The crisp fragrance of magnolia blossoms mingled with a sweet, bloody taste, spreading across her tongue and making her body stiffen.

Realizing her current position, a basin of cold water was poured over her head, turning her face pale.

The chest in front of him heaved more and more rapidly.

[Oh no, oh no, oh no, is he going to get angry again?]

[Xia Yangyang, oh Xia Yangyang, how could you defile such a pure and flawless beauty? How incredibly stupid! What are you standing there for! Get up! Get up now!]

Xia Yangyang tried to get up, but her hands and feet got tangled in the white gauze dress.

The more anxious she became, the tighter she twisted the white gauze.

The white gauze, made of some unknown material, wouldn't budge no matter how hard he tried. Instead, with a single forceful pull, it tore off all the gauze from his upper body.

She heard herself gasp sharply.

Her snow-white chest stood out strikingly in the soft light.

She felt like she was going to die, and tears were welling up in her eyes.

So, panting heavily, she looked at the elven saint, who was a head taller than her, with wet eyes, like a whimpering and aggrieved little animal.

"Lord Samuel... Waaah, I didn't mean to, I'm so sorry—"

The word "qi" was still lingering on her tongue when it was captured by a cool, soft pair of lips and tongue.

Samuel was right in front of me, so close.

Xia Yangyang's eyes widened like copper bells.

If you look closely, you'll notice that even her pupils are constantly dilating and contracting.

A tingling, stimulating sensation, like an electric shock, shot from where the two were kissing, crackling and popping throughout their limbs and bones.

She had never been so close to that precious body before.

His cold breath mingled with her warm breath, creating an indescribable melody, like fireworks igniting in the night sky, instantly bursting into dazzling brilliance.

She felt like she was either crazy or dreaming.

No, this was something she wouldn't even dare to dream of.

Samuel's prominent nose poked her cheek; he didn't seem to know how to kiss, but simply held her waist with one hand and supported her shoulder with the other.

He rubbed his lips and tongue against hers.

Even he himself didn't understand why he did it; it was just that an unnamed, intense desire within him drove him to look at those glistening, pink lips, opening and closing with moisture.

Xia Yangyang's hand rested on his pectoral muscles, which felt firm and elastic. His abdominal muscles, which snaked down like undulating snow-capped mountains, were also visible.

His physique is not exaggerated, but rather features smooth and elegant lines.

She was completely unable to withstand the dual physical and psychological stimulation, her mind went blank, and Samuel was hardly any better off than her.

The elf was not versed in love; he couldn't find the right way, much less express his affection.

Unable to read the girl's thoughts, he felt inexplicably uneasy.

He gradually realized that this rude and messy state would ruin the beautiful image he had in her heart.

So he ended the kiss.

The soft, sweet touch lingered in his mind, and the warmth of her touch still lingered on his lips; the sensation was better than soaring to the heavens.

But he is a master of disguise.

When Xia Yangyang looked up at him, his eyes had returned to a state of clarity, completely untouched by any impurity.

He casually swept aside his sleeves and calmly straightened his clothes in a few strokes, making it impossible to tell what had happened in the quiet of the night.

"This veil is made of silkworm silk, indestructible. You don't understand its intricate web, so it's normal for it to come loose," Samuel said in a calm, still tone.

But the beautiful young girl in front of him remained silent, and he still couldn't read her thoughts, which made him feel a little uncertain.

"I'll take you down." He reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist, imagining that he would carry her down again, just like he had brought her up.

But he discovered that the girl in his palm was terribly stiff.

She unconsciously moved forward slightly.

Samuel calmed down, released his grip on her palm, and instead held her shoulders, leading her away from the place.