"Ahem, cough ......" emotional excitement caused Xu Yuansheng to have an internal injury attack, and he actually coughed up a lot of blood from his mouth, and his body shook a little shaky.

Xu Yiming and Xu Xia'er hurriedly took a step forward to support their father's body and slowly flattened his body.

A soft green light diffused out from Fu Yuting's hand, forming a circular light cluster that enveloped Xu Yuansheng's body. Under the support of the light group, he was suspended in the air, and flexible filaments were extracted from the light group, carefully drilling into Xu Yuansheng's wound.

Xu Yuansheng only felt a warm current spreading from the wound to his body, and the numb and crispy feeling meant that the wound was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Feeling the aura emanating from this soft light, Xu Yuansheng's eyes showed an incredible color.

"It's ......"

"This is the Wood Spirit, which has the effect of healing injuries. Fu Yuting explained.

"Mu Lingsu?" Xu Yuansheng was thoughtful, looking at Fu Yuting's eyes and the three of them became a little weird.

The green light gradually dissipated, and although Xu Yuansheng's wound had not completely healed, at least it would not have much impact.

Qin Xing checked for Her Royal Highness the Queen and found that she was not injured, and the reason why she was in a coma should be because there was no food in the underground tunnel, coupled with the longing for her husband and son, so she fainted.

Hand her the dry food you had with you, it was cold, but it was better than nothing.

The queen took the dry food and devoured it with all her might, showing how hungry she was.

"What should I do next?" Xu Xia'er asked, "To save His Majesty the Elf King?"

"Your Majesty must go to the rescue, but with just a few of us, I'm afraid we can only go to death in vain. Xu Yuansheng looked up at the night sky, and the originally starry sky had become hazy because of the smoke.

"If it weren't for this damn plague, we would have been able to organize at least an elite army with thousands of strong fighters now, but ......," Xu Yuansheng said unwillingly, "The danger of the epidemic is beyond our imagination, before I came, I went to His Majesty's personal guards, and nine times out of ten they were infected with the plague." The tens of thousands of Praetorian Guards under my command have also been scattered in the face of the epidemic, and they are simply unable to mobilize sufficient combat power. ”

Xu Yiming was a little angry, and said, "Then we can't sit still! God knows what purpose Ashara has for taking His Majesty away!"

"Definitely. Qin Xing calmly analyzed, "If Asara's purpose is only to compete for the throne, then he should directly defeat His Majesty the Elven King with an advantage, and ascend the throne openly under the gaze of all his subjects." But he did not do this, but took His Majesty captive, and even the ministers of the palace with him, indicating that his intention was not on the throne. ”

Listening to Qin Xing's analysis, everyone nodded in agreement.

"You can't sit still when you encounter something!" Deng Xinming surprisingly took the initiative to ask for battle, "I agree with Brother Yiming's idea, if we are blindly conservative, we will only plunge ourselves into a greater crisis, because no one knows what Yasala is going to do." If his purpose is to increase his strength, if we don't stop it in time, let him absorb the power of His Majesty the Elf King and become the strongest person in the world, wouldn't the situation be even more bleak?"

"But it's too dangerous, and we can't match the power of Asala!" stopped the queen.

"No problem, don't worry!" Xu Yiming looked at her firmly, "We are the best at creating miracles!"

Xu Yuansheng smiled indifferently and didn't say anything, just stretched out his index finger and pointed at Xu Yiming.

Xu Yiming was stunned for a moment, then his eyes froze, and he nodded vigorously.

......

When he was a child, Xu Yiming always liked to make some strange attempts, but most of the results were to make the family miserable.

But Xu Yuansheng doesn't blame him, because it is the nature of every boy to love adventure. It's just that after Xu Yiming blew up the house I don't know how many times, Xu Yuansheng gave an order, and he needed to get permission before doing experiments in the future.

After that, whenever he wanted to try a new experiment at home, he would report it to his father first to get permission. And when Xu Yuansheng gave permission, he would stretch out his finger and point at Xu Yiming.

Later, Xu Yiming learned that his father meant that no matter what he did, he must first ensure his own safety.

As he grew older, Xu Yiming hadn't seen this gesture for a long time.

......

"Dad......" Xu Yiming choked up a little and looked at the figure of his father Long Zhong. I don't know when, the father who was once synonymous with invincibility in his heart, his hair was already covered with gray.

"Manly man, what are you crying about, you are my son!" Xu Yuansheng smiled indifferently and hammered Xu Yiming's chest.

"Go, I'll take Her Royal Highness home to avoid it, and I'll leave everything to you!"

"Yes!" Xu Yiming replied loudly, turning around and leaving with his companions.

......

Grillo Island, an abandoned palace castle in the center of the island.

Pitch-black smoke rose from the castle, turning the sky gloomy and gray. The walls of the castle are carved with quaint and strange patterns, as if to tell the story of that ancient history.

The sky seemed to be stained with thick ink, and from time to time there was a strange light, accompanied by the sound of thunder. The moment the lightning struck, the castle was temporarily illuminated, and in an instant, it returned to darkness, even more gloomy and lonely.

The palace shone with a gray light, and countless elves bowed down to the center, as if a festival was being held.

There are thirteen stout stone pillars in the hall, each engraved with different patterns, like an ancient text, but it is not recorded in any ancient book, and even a well-qualified ancient scholar may not be able to interpret it.

Yakos was tied to one of the thickest stone pillars in the center, his eyes were closed, his breathing was shallow, his clothes and hair were a little disheveled, and he looked really embarrassed.

The gray-brown light weaved into a formation, completely sealing the spiritual power in his body, making him powerless to resist.

There was an altar in front of him, and Asharah was standing in front of it, muttering words that she could not understand what was being said.

But as he continued to chant the incantation, the elves kneeling in the hall actually poured out gray-black air currents, converging towards Asara's body.

I don't know how long it took, but the gray-black air flow gradually disappeared. Ashara rested her hands lightly, and the elves stood up.

"The ceremony is over!, God Artha willing!" Asara exclaimed.

"God Artha bless!" the elves in the temple echoed and turned to leave.