Don't look at the Eternal Night Clan who live on the forest, they are quite particular about dressing, and as mentioned before, the Elves are divided into two categories. The black elves are good at fighting, and the eternal night elves are already famous in the mainland, and now although the black elves who are good at fighting have set up another portal, the eternal night clan in the good is not to be underestimated, and the most famous robes are from the handwriting of these eternal night elves.

There is a way that blessings and misfortunes come to the world, and at the same time as making a lot of money in terms of fame, the Eternal Night clan has provoked the triumph of the black market dealers because of their innate handsome appearance, and the Eternal Night Elves who are abducted and sold to the black market every year are no less than ten figures, although the number is not large, but it also makes the Elf King quite a headache for this.

The people of the eternal night gathered together as if they were performing some kind of ceremony, and all the elves prayed prayerfully around the sacred tree, muttering ancient and obscure elven voices, and the sacred tree was blessed by the people, and the dull leaves glowed slightly green. This tree has existed since they were born, and they don't know how long the sacred tree has existed, looking at the dim appearance of the sacred tree, every elf's face shows sadness, how long does their sacred tree have to live, maybe a century, or the next second. I only know that the moment it falls, it is no longer an immortal tree, and the moment it really ends, it will also be the time when the elves will die.

A peaceful ritual, a looming glow, the Eternal Night Clan chose to accompany the Sacred Tree through its last days in this way.

As for what happened today, the clansmen all had a question in their hearts, why did the prophet of the clan spread the news, they no longer asked about the world, and this was not a disguised participation? The elves looked at the two figures closest to the front of the sacred tree.

In front of the sacred tree sat a young girl in a white robe and an old man with white hair, who were their Queen Milian and the Prophet Mishu, although the king's face seemed young, but the people knew that the king's age was as a mystery as the fallen sacred tree, and even the prophets had said that the king was not younger than him.

The elves will be baptized by the holy tree at the age of 300, and this baptism can bring them endless lifespan, but the difference is that the king's physique is born with this sacred tree and can perfectly absorb the baptism of the holy tree, and the rest of the clansmen are incomplete, and the king's lifespan is truly endless.

"Anrith, I'm afraid it's been hard for you in the last month, and another clansman disappeared for no reason last month" After the ceremony, Milian waved his hand to let the rest of the clansmen go back to the perimeter of the forest to guard, such a chaotic scene, it is impossible for the people of the black market not to come to fish in troubled waters" Okay, the queen jumped down from the trunk of a capable elf, immediately received the order, and then took the clansmen and gradually disappeared into the darkness.

"Mixiu, why do you want to spread the news, the black elves are spreading rumors that you are more inclined to the concept of the black elves" After repeatedly confirming that all the clansmen had left, Milian finally asked the doubts in his heart, "I think you know better than anyone else, you are equivalent to making us participate in the continental strife by doing this, you can't not see the next century of war," Milian continued pointedly.

"Even they can see how the old man doesn't know," the prophet touched his snow-white goatee, and continued, "The queen still remembers the prophecy of the sacred tree that the old man told you three years ago."

The prophet's question made Milian even more confused, but he still felt that the prophet's actions were more or less related to the prophecy of the sacred tree three years ago, but as a king, he also needed to be responsible for his people, and Mili quietly waited for the prophet's next explanation.

"Three years ago, the old man said that we have more than one sacred tree, and the Holy Son will appear, and the Holy Son will also bring a second tree of life" At this point, the prophet stopped again, as if there was something obscure that made him a little jealous, just like three years ago, the same words were all here.

But Miriam was clearly no longer satisfied with such an answer, and the situation was no longer the time when the prophet had suddenly come to tell her the prophecy of three years ago

"Mixiu, does this prophecy still involve rules that make you so scruples?"

"The queen remembers the two children who came in three years ago," Mi Xiu sighed when he saw that there was no way to hide from it.

"You mean those two humans?" Miriam wondered, there could be no relationship between humans and the prophecy of the sacred tree, what did the prophet mean by this, she thought that the prophet suddenly remembered the two humans, and immediately comforted when she thought of the current state of affairs. You can rest assured that the clansmen have not walked out of the forest after the battle with the killing god, even if a few clansmen saw the appearance of the two at that time, they would not contact the human race, after all, the history of the human race is too long, older than your age and mine, and they did not participate when the human race was hunted down by the major forces, if you are afraid of this, then you don't have to"

The boy was dead, but he took pity on the girl, and later built a lonely grave for the boy, digging his hands so that his hands were festering, "and she was also an infatuated woman...... The girl later drank the magic potion of our clan, and it is estimated that she is now in the Shadow Clan, and you know about it," Milian also sighed when he thought of this.

"What if I say that the Son of the Elves is the dead little one!" the voice sounded coldly, and then the prophet sensed a faint aura of terror from Milian, only to be quickly disguised by Milian, and then asked

"You may know what the Son means".

"Of course the old man knows"

"But he's dead" Milian had no doubts about what the prophet said, the prophet's prophecy has been tested by the years, when he heard the prophet say that the human boy is the holy son of the elven race, Milian was full of shock and deep regret at the same time, if he knew that it was the holy son at that time, even if he ran out of essence blood, he would have saved him. Because of this, there are some complaints about the inaction of the prophets: "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Because he's not dead, and he's ...... It's his life."

"This can't be!" If Milian was only shocked just now, he was shocked now, only with the foreshadowing of the last time, this time it was not too gaffe.

"It's time to come back to life, but it's just that girl's suffering"

Milian didn't pay attention to what the prophet said later, and now he was in deep thought, and he didn't know what came to mind, and the long-lived queen couldn't help but have two blush on her face, which was only well covered up by her.

And it was the lonely tomb that the queen and the prophet were looking at now.

......

"Young Master, Yo'er thinks you are the best gift that this world has brought to Yoo'er"

"Young master, I think we are all wrong, young master is not sick, we are sick"

"I hope that after many years, the young master will still recognize me and help me comb my long hair again"

The space was hazy, dark, a slight light flickered in this space, the whole space was like the first drop of water that had long been dried up soil, two rays were derived from a micro light, and then more and more, and thousands of micro rays appeared in just a few seconds, and finally illuminated the space.

In the middle of nowhere, in the middle of nowhere, the lonely grave.

A milky white palm stretched out from the lonely grave, mixed with the clay palm and then hit the gravel on the ground, under the reflection of the starlight, it looked a little white, if it was an ordinary person who saw this scene, it was estimated that he would have been frightened.

"Who buried me" A young man broke the gravel on the ground and crawled out of the lonely grave, the young man wiped the sand and gravel off his face at the first time, revealing a fair and handsome face, and muttered from time to time that if You'er was here, he would definitely shout in ecstasy.

Zheng Ming came back to life.

The stars in the sky are shining and counting, and the contrast is the endless night.