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In the not-so-bright moonlight, several huge pterosaurs were struggling to drag an airship forward, the sound of their wings flapping was thick and powerful, but after passing through the strange and ornate outer wall of the airship, only silence came inside.

Inside the airship, one crystal after another embedded in the wall releases a sun-like brilliance, illuminating the interior like the sun, the aesthetics of the elves are different from those of humans, so the interior space is created like a tree house, exuding the fresh smell of trees.

On one side of the wall was a huge bookshelf on which a dense collection of books was placed, at the mercy of a female elf leaning on a chaise longue, which was more like an ordinary scene on a warm afternoon if not for the transparent windows showing what was going on outside.

Only at the bottom of the treehouse, a pattern resembling a two-horned skull is interwoven with countless intricate patterns, indicating the identity of this female elf.

The Tirehir family, one of the elves' oldest spellcaster families and one of the oldest nobles, still holds a place in the royal court, and this family is especially known for its brutal trials.

In order to choose the next generation of the family at the helm, they will throw the candidates into one dangerous situation after another to grind, and the winners will advance to the next round, while the losers will be deprived of most of their resources and exiled.

This is a way to keep the family strong and the concentration of resources, and the exiled family members are not without a chance, as long as they have talent and strength, they can rise again, and the Jedi will turn the tables, and the return of the king is not nothing.

There is no doubt that Moren was one such member of the family who failed the trial, and he was banished to a wild mine without even making it to the second round.

And all this, even if it comes from another spellcaster family, his mother Caroline can only watch and do her best to make her son's life better.

For example, giving him a group of gravel rats that have been excavated and mined, and several powerful warriors who have been married by himself, are enough to ensure the safety of Moren's life, of course, provided that he does not die himself.

"So I want to see who dares to bewitch my son!"

Caroline, who seemed to be concentrating on holding a book of elven poetry, actually did not pay attention to the book at all, but her eyes flashed coldly, constantly revealing a terrifying killing intent.

As a mother, she knows her son better than anyone else, Moren does have talent, and the talent is not low, which is why he was targeted and banished in the second round, perhaps at the cost of talent, he lacks certain sensitivity, and is easily emotional, in layman's terms, easy to be impulsive.

It is easy to let reason begin to retreat in great strides because of the provocation or demagogy of others.

So Caroline sent him to this remote mine, hoping that he would settle down, but even so, she still received some bad news.

Slaves and wealth are secondary, this is not worth mentioning in Caroline's eyes, the key is reputation, this matter has had a certain negative impact on the entire Tirehill family.

To be honest, Caroline was disappointed in Moren, but that didn't mean she would give up on her son, because he still had extraordinary talent.

As long as you can transform talent into strength, the flaws in your character will be infinitely reduced, after all, this world is still respected by the strong, and under the strength, shortcomings will even be transformed into advantages, such as impulsiveness and irritability, which can also be said to be jealous and hateful.

"Your Excellency!"

At this time, there were footsteps around her, and then a tall elf walked in and saluted her: "Among the information that has been collected, there is no elf named Druid, as if he appeared out of thin air, very suspicious!"

"Hmph, whoever he is, he's already dead, how are the guards prepared?"

Caroline's face was full of murderous intent, just like Canrith, she didn't believe Lune's words at all, maybe when she was young, she would feel that she was special and could do something big, but as she grew older, she would know that the world would never be transferred by the will of an elf.

"The guards are behind you, as long as you give the order, you can block everything around!"

The tall elf bowed and said.

"Very good...... Huh?"

Caroline was about to say something, when she was suddenly surprised to see that the moonlight through the window was faintly bloody.

......

In a very different direction from Caroline, several pterosaurs approaching the same destination also noticed something unusual, standing on the back of the pterosaur and looking at the moon from afar.

"Guys, I have a bad feeling, speed up!"

A black-robed man who was short compared to an elf made a noise, looking at the falling moonlight, and some strange change seemed to be brewing in it.

Behind him, several black-robed men in the same costume, tall and short, silently accelerated the speed of driving the pterosaur.

......

Whoa!

"Next!"

Whoa!

“......”

The continuous sound of flesh being torn apart kept sounding, accompanied by the rich smell of blood that came with the wind, making Moren feel as if he was in a sea of blood, watching those elven warriors numbly take away one fresh life after another.

The slaves, whose brains were paralyzed by hallucinogenic substances, were unaware of the slaughterhouse around them, and could only hear one sentence after another, and then instinctively squirm forward, and then were slashed, blood spreading freely along the dug ravine.

Even if he was the one who started everything, Moren felt cold in his heart at this time, saying that it was one thing, but it was another thing to watch so many lives disappear, and it was enough for him to die a hundred times hundreds of years ago.

However, it seems that the eternal war has destroyed not only human nature, but also the elves have also undergone profound changes as a result.

Countless blood flows like a rushing river, flowing in the outlined pattern, and with the death of one slave after another, starting from the periphery of the pattern, a blood-colored light gradually accumulates and brews, and then rises to the sky!

This seems to be a blood-colored python standing up one by one, showing its existence in the night, and constantly twisting its body, so that everyone who sees it has an inexplicable chill and sense of danger in their hearts.

The howling wind stopped.

Noisy insects, silently.

Even the moon seemed to be stunned by this scene, allowing the clouds to cover her cheeks, leaving only one scarlet light after another to rise into the sky, weaving and outlining a larger, more complex pattern in the sky.

Sticky, bloody, evil......

Countless elves from afar were stunned by this scene, and when they walked out of the house and looked into the distance, their hearts seemed to be pressed against a boulder, and some kind of irresistible horror was about to come!

"Did it work?"

Under the shroud of blood, the excitement on Moron's face gradually faded, replaced by some kind of palpitation, and he couldn't help but turn his head to look at the central altar, the area where Lu En was.

Bang!

The next moment, a huge thunderbolt fell from the sky!