The far west of the continent, the territory of the elves, Azeroth. Romance debuts

The drizzle has been going on for almost a month.

Since the catastrophe that caused irreparable damage to the entire elven race seven hundred years ago, Azeroth, which once had four seasons like spring, has become more and more distinct.

Finally finished dealing with the affairs of the day in the clan, and the high priest of the elf clan, Star Rail, finally stepped out of the government affairs hall, planning to go back to his dormitory to rest.

The drizzle was carried down by the wind into the porch and fell on the faces of the star tracks that passed through this place.

The rain was so light and soft that it didn't bring the slightest coolness.

Startrack suddenly stroked his cheeks stained by the rain, and looked at the misty rain curtain that shrouded the whole of Azeroth, giving birth to a sense of amazement that he was getting used to.

Star Rail doesn't like this kind of rainy day, because this rain will always remind him of Jade's collapsed face that makes people's hearts rise.

Star Trail still remembers every detail of the day Emerald left Azeroth.

During the three hundred years that the king had fallen into a deep sleep, Startrack had seen the emerald eyes gradually lose their brilliance and become as gloomy as Azeroth in a rainstorm to silence;

On more than one occasion, I have also found that Jade has written the elven classics without sleep or food, and has accurately copied the countless precious and unique books that had disappeared in that catastrophe one by one.

Whenever Star Rail saw the jade at that time, he would always sense a sense of urgency from him as if he was being chased.

At that time, Star Trail didn't know what it was.

It wasn't until one day that Jade handed over the precious Tree of Life that was still in cultivation to him, and Star Rail finally knew that in Jadeite's heart, there had always been an obsession to wake up the king in person.

Jade even has the will to die-

When he saw the various animals that had appeared in Azeroth inexplicably, with the scent of emerald on their bodies, and learned from them that they had been left here by the emerald, Star Track finally realized it.

At that time, Star Rail was so anxious that he almost went crazy, and he couldn't wait to immediately arrest Emerald who dared to mess around like this and bring it back to Azeroth, scolding him for his irresponsibility and reprimanding him for his arbitrary behavior.

But soon, Star Rail discovers that he doesn't even have a clue where Jade has gone.

After that, Startrack developed a new habit of going to the king's side every day, as Jade had done when she was still in Azeroth.

Those worries, sorrows, and exhaustions that could no longer be told to anyone after Emerald left, were finally able to get a brief catharsis when facing the king who was unconscious.

Star Trail has actually always known Jade's feelings for the king.

It is precisely because he has seen it too thoroughly and understands that the obsession with the king has long been so deep that it is impossible for Jade to respond to his feelings, so Star Rail has never had the idea of revealing his heart to Jadeite, from beginning to end.

It's just that since Jade stepped on that unknown and destined dangerous road without hesitation for the king, Star Rail has already regretted it-

It's not that I regret that Emerald might find a way to awaken the king and never be able to monopolize Emerald again, but I regret that Emerald will be in danger after leaving Azeroth, and even like Raphael in the past, she will quietly fall into a foreign land that no one knows, and her soul has nowhere to go.

Whenever I think of this, Star Track's heart seems to be bitten by thousands of poisonous insects, and the pain trembles so much that I can't wait to immediately leave all the redundancy in the clan and go to accompany Jade in person.

Star Rail once felt resentful of Jade, hating Jadeite for putting the burden of the entire elven race on himself; He also hated Emerald for being bound by the responsibilities of the entire elven race, and tied himself firmly to Azeroth, so that he couldn't do without it at all;

But what Star Rail hated the most and resented the most was that Jade was alone, carrying the almost impossible task of awakening the king on her shoulders, and not giving Star Rail the slightest chance to interfere.

Star Rail has always known that Jade will be like this, not because of the exclusive desire for the Elven King, but to protect him and the Elves who are struggling to rebuild their homes after the catastrophe.

With the power to completely seal the Elven King and almost annihilate the entire Azeroth, whether it is Emerald or Star Rail, there is no possibility of defeating it at all.

Therefore, even if there is a star track to accompany him, and even the power of the entire Azeroth, when he really faces that enemy, I am afraid that he will only get the tragic end of the total annihilation.

Jade may have seen these things clearly, so she would entrust the entire elf clan to him so solemnly.

"Wang ...... Why is he so stupid, you say......? ”

For many days and nights when he lost his trace of Jade, Star Rail sat on his knees where Jade had once sit, and asked the sleeping Elf King more than once.

The king gave him no reply, and as the time went by, he never heard anything about the jade.

It wasn't until later that he gradually lost the courage to mention the name "Jade", never set foot in the Elf King's side again, and devoted all his energy to the reconstruction and reproduction of the Elf Race.

It's just that every year when the rainy season comes, I can't help but think of the young man who has given him countless warmth and more amazement.

- If God really lives in this world, please bless Jade with peace and joy, and for this reason, he will not complain but be deeply and endlessly grateful.

The silent oath echoed in his heart, and Star Trail took one last look at the hazy rain curtain that seemed to never stop, and finally exhaled a deep breath and walked away.

And the next moment he left, in the west of Azeroth, where no one had stopped for a long time, suddenly there was an extremely clear and shallow spatial fluctuation.

A man-high black crack, hidden behind an endless curtain of rain, unnoticed by any elves.

The figure that came elegantly from that crack was the elf jade that had been in the heart of the jade for four hundred years without a trace of news.

His fingers touched the huge golden crystal that had not been stained by the rain in the slightest, and the flames that suddenly burst out could no longer stop him.

His gaze almost greedily fell on the Elf King, who was sleeping quietly in the center of the crystal, and the fingers of the silver-haired elf gradually retracted.

After the almost inaudible "click" sound, the huge golden crystal that was originally firmly protected around the elf king's body turned into countless star-like glittering powder in the blink of an eye, and was gently blown by the wind, and then scattered with the rain, leaving only a huge crystal platform, carrying the elven lord who had been sealed in this seven hundred years.

Finally, without the barrier of the golden crystal, the silver-haired elf slowly walked towards the sleeping elf king, and when he saw the hideous magic sword that was deeply inserted into the heart of the elf king, a trace of anger finally flashed in his ruby fiery red eyes.

Kneeling beside the Elf King, the silver-haired elf gently pressed one hand on the elf king's chest, and the other hand quickly grasped the demon sword body, almost at the same moment when he touched the sword body, a violent aura that seemed to destroy the world exploded in front of the silver-haired elf attack.

Squinting his eyes slightly, if it was the elven jade when he had not recovered the memory of the gods, in such a huge energy explosion, there was absolutely only one ending where there were no bones left.

It's a pity that the person who set up this bureau probably wouldn't have thought until he died that it was the god of creation who had disappeared from this world for a long time to break the seal for Ansel.

The power of darkness, which was even more violent than the magic sword, was forcibly infused into the sword body like a waterfall, and the power of the origin of the darkness of this world recklessly collided with this hideous magic sword that was comparable to an artifact.

A faint cracking sound of déjà vu sounded from inside the magic sword after a few breaths, and the magic sword seemed to sense the danger of imminent destruction, and struggled violently in the hands of the silver-haired elf.

"Bang-"

In the rain curtain, the mysterious magic sword that had sealed the Elven Lord for seven hundred years finally embarked on the same path back at this moment, with the golden crystal that shrouded the Elf King a moment ago.

Running through the nine shades of the sky, the black light band leading to the Demon Domain gradually faded in the rain curtain as the magic sword dissipated.

A month after the arrival of the rainy season in Azeroth, the silky drizzle finally condensed into heavier raindrops, no longer the gentleness and eternity of the beginning, and opened a gradually grand curtain of rain between heaven and earth.

It's just that neither the lingering drizzle that sprinkled a moment ago, nor the rain that is dripping now, playing a movement throughout the world, is not contaminated with the Lord of the Elves who is firmly protected by the silver-haired elves in his arms.

This was his favorite creation, and for the sake of Ansel, he had traveled countless worlds, abandoning his pride and responsibility as a god, just to be able to hold him in his arms as he really did now.

And when this moment really came, the indescribable satisfaction in the bottom of my heart, and the bitterness that suddenly gave birth, caused God's heart to shake violently like never before.

Therefore, God did not realize that the emerald green eyes that had been silent for 700 years, and had not been spied on by anyone for 700 years, had completely awakened in the moment when he lost his mind.

"Emerald."

There was a familiar call in front of him, and the silver-haired elf hung his head in a trance, facing the pair of ancient wells without waves, but the shallow ripples of green eyes were reflected by the rain curtain.

The heartbeat was quietly unbalanced at this moment.

At the end of the memory that was so far away that even the gods felt tired, it was such a pair of deep and beautiful emerald eyes as endless trees that made the gods walk down the altar willingly.

To this day, he is still willing to eat.