The temperatureless sunlight descended from the sky, revealing an open space with weeds and wildflowers.

"What's going on?"

Kilgaru let out a somewhat startled monologue inside.

In the distance, there was a large, hazy outline of a forest, which was the primeval forest where the Xiu Li Feng Forest Country was located. As for why he was here at this moment, Kilgaru was confused.

But it is worth affirming that this is definitely related to the two figures in front of you.

A scar on his left eye, an arrogant sturdy man, and an ice warrior with a blue and white ice armor wrapped in his body, exuding a chilling aura.

Judging from the magic emanating from their bodies, the race of the two should be demons.

"You killed the Dark Elf King, right?"

The last image in my memory is the dead Dark Elf King and the Dark Elf soldier who suddenly rushed in, and then connected himself who was suddenly teleported outside and the two demons in front of him, and after connecting all the clues one by one, Kilgaru came to a conclusion.

"Looks like you've got a bit of a brain in your head."

The demon with the scar on his left eye smiled.

"Looks like I'm going to have to catch you guys to prove my innocence."

There was a murderous aura in Kilgaru's tone, and he opened his palms forward.

"Thousand Layers of Bone Prison!"

With the sudden activation of the magic, countless white bones suddenly stretched out from the ground where the two demons were standing, and they intertwined with each other, instantly transforming into a closed cage, trapping the two demons in it.

"Who are you?"

Kilgaru asked in a grim tone.

"Hmph."

Although imprisoned, the Scar Demon snorted disapprovingly.

"Your Majesty, leave this kind of interrogation to me."

Seeing that the other party was so powerless to ask questions about his lord, Marosas, who was very angry, went to the bone prison.

"With such low-level magic, you can't trap us."

The Scar Demon put his hand on the bone dungeon and patted it, then said to the Ice Armor Demon on the side.

"Do it, El Crono!"

"El Crono?"

Upon hearing the name of the Ice Armor Demon, a look of fear appeared on Marosas's face rather than surprise.

The cold air that erupted in an instant froze the entire bone prison, and with this as the center, all the places with a radius of three hundred meters entered the world of ice and snow.

The thickness of the ice was staggering, and it would have taken decades to reach such a hard level under natural circumstances, and if it weren't for the fact that the forest where the forest of the Forest Country of Xiulivon was still located in the distance, Kilgaru and Marosas would have thought they had been transported somewhere else.

The fact that the magic power that was released for just a moment could reach such a point shows that the strength of this demon named El Crono is not trivial.

After feeling the change in the magic in the air, both Kilgaru and Marosas instinctively flashed into the air, so that the ice that formed in an instant did not freeze the two of them.

"Marosas, do you know this guy?"

After landing lightly back on the ice, Kilgaru asked Marosas.

"Well, I still heard it when I was in Azdalia, it is said to be a hybrid of dragons and demons, and it used to be a high-ranking demon who dominated one side and was known as the 'Emperor of Zero', but it has been missing for more than a hundred years, and I didn't expect it to appear here."

Marosas held his body between Kilgaru and the two demons, raising up his magic, the chains behind him writhing violently in the air like black streamers.

"Although our mission has been accomplished, let's play with you."

The Scar Demon's eyes narrowed, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

At the same time, all the elders of the Dark Elf Clan gathered in the meeting room of the Xiu Li Feng Forest Country, and the pale Gegolal sat in the center of the round conference table with bandages wrapped all over his body. Next to her was her sister Audella, her eyes were red and swollen, her face was haggard, and the sudden death of her father was undoubtedly an unacceptable blow to her.

Afilo stood behind Jegoral, looking sadly at Audella's back, the entire conference room enveloped in a heavy and sad shadow.

"Israel's death is undoubtedly a great disaster for our dark elf clan, I know everyone is sad, but at this moment, we have more important things to do than mourn the dead, that is, to elect a new king, according to the practice of our clan, it is now up to the elders to recommend the candidates."

An old voice that could feel the heaviness of history broke the silence in the conference room, and Oroin, the oldest elder of the Dark Elves, spoke.

"I think Prince Jegoral has all the good qualities of the Dark Elves, and it is only fitting that he should inherit the throne."

"I don't think Princess Audrey is good, he has a lot of prestige among his people."

"If you want to talk about prestige, Afilo is the first warrior of my clan and a disciple of the former king Israel, and the soldiers respect him very much, and I think Afilo is also qualified."

Who will be the king is a matter that will determine the fate of the entire Dark Elf race, and the elders began to argue passionately.

Gegolal sat motionless in his seat, and although he had a gentle smile on his face, the intense emotion in his heart was expressed in another form, and he clenched his fists tightly, and his whole arm began to shake slightly because of the exertion.

"Everyone, be quiet, after everyone's proposal, the next king will be chosen as Gegolal, Audreya and Afeiro, then the next thing is to inform all the clansmen that tomorrow there will be a vote on the new king, and the one with the most votes will succeed the king, and this meeting will end here."

After a period of heated discussions, Oloin finally announced that he would elect a new king by ballot.

As the meeting ended, the elders left, leaving only Jegolal and Olrope in the room.

"These damn old things, Audrey forget it, Afilo is just a warrior, what qualifications do you have to compete with me for the throne!"

Gegoral slammed his fist on the table and roared angrily.

"Don't worry, they won't be an obstacle to you, because a dead man can't be a king."

Aloin, who had been sitting in his seat, was gone, and now sitting there was another image of an old man, his eyes shining with a dark red light and smiling at Gegoral.

Listening to the old man's words, a smile unconsciously appeared on Jegolal's face.

"My poor sister, but there is no way to do it, blame the elders who recommended her."

"I thought you'd hesitate."

"Since I have sacrificed so many Dark Elf warriors, I must take the throne, or they will die in vain."

After Kilgaru and Marosas entered the room where Israel's body was kept, Jegoral sounded the alarm. They were then teleported out of the forest by Somwood and El Cronor, and the Dark Elf warriors who arrived first fell victim to the other two Big Four who had been waiting for them beforehand.

"To achieve great things, there must be sacrifices, as long as you can unleash the power of the Primordial Tree, no amount of sacrifice will be worth it!"

Gegolal looked at the empty conference room and muttered to himself in a cold voice.