Zulghrab.

Central Temple.

It's raining outside again.

Ninety percent of the days of the year rain in the Valley of Thorns, and half of the remaining ten percent rain during the day and at night, or at night and during the day.

Aurelia hates the weather.

Everything was too wet.

Aurelia hated the occasional sounds from the depths of the temple behind her more than the damp weather and the stench of trolls in the air.

Sure enough, the ancestors were right when they said about untouchables! Untouchables are untouchables! It's going to be mixed with the trolls! ”

"It's a good thing the High Elves left them in the first place!"

"Little moon, little stars, and little breeze. I'm missing you guys a little. ”

"Quel'Salas ......"

"Hey!"

“……”

Just as the High Elf Ranger Lord felt sorry for herself, suddenly, she looked around alertly.

The High Elves' natural sensitivity made Aurelia sense that a huge amount of energy was condensing around her!

It didn't make sense for the energy, they appeared out of thin air, and as soon as they appeared, it was as if they were in the water of a sunwell, making Aurelia's body stagger.

The next moment.

When the High Elves were terrified to the extreme, the entire sky of Zulghrab changed color!

The rainforest sky, which had been dark and dripping with light rain, had turned a deep purple to blackened purple almost in the blink of an eye from Aurelia twice.

The terrifying arcane energy roared, more breathless than any ocean wave. With a constitution that is naturally sensitive to energy, he is really out of breath - physically out of breath.

Aurelia didn't know what was going on, and she seemed to be thrown into the sunwell!

Although the Well of the Sun is the well of life and the source of energy for all High Elves. But the sunwell is also dangerous, and no elf dares to jump into the water of the sunwell!

The elves' own arcane-sensitive constitution, combined with the violent and terrifying arcane energy of the Sunwell's water, can turn the most powerful elven mage into a part of the Sunwell!

In Quelsala, the highest punishment for the execution of a member of the royal family or the High Elves is to throw him into the water of the Well of the Sun.

Aurelia felt that she was the same as the few hapless elves in Quel'Salas's history who were thrown into the sunwell.

The furious arcane energy that appeared out of thin air was about to drown her.

Aurelia suddenly felt wet under her nostrils, next to her earlobes, her mouth, and under her eyes.

When she touched it, she was horrified to find that it was blood! I'm bleeding through seven holes!

The Ranger's instinct to survive let her know that if she didn't do something at this time, she would be killed by this sudden appearance of violent arcane energy!

The abundant arcane energy occasion can indeed make the High Elves a hundred times more spiritual, but if this arcane energy occasion is as strong as it is now, it will also kill the High Elves.

That's what Aurelia is in right now.

In a trance, in this ocean of energy where there was nowhere to escape, she instinctively sensed that only in the middle of the ocean of energy, that is, in the temple hall, could she be completely calm.

Pressed by the sea of energy, Aurelia almost lay on the ground, and crawled to the central temple of the trolls with great difficulty.

The steps that could have been jumped down in a few clicks have become extraordinarily long at this moment.

Aurelia hated herself for going so far.

If you hadn't been so far away from the temple just now, you could have climbed into the quiet temple and avoided this terrifying source of energy.

She crawled and crawled hard, and it felt like a long time.

But in fact, it was only a few minutes, and when she climbed to the door of the temple, she could already vaguely see the inside of the temple.

The arcane ocean that suddenly condensed in the rage tightened, and this tightness directly oppressed Aurelia to the point of vomiting blood.

Then, something happened that made Aurelia want to vomit blood even more.

The seafarer of arcane energy, which was extremely violent and gave people the same feeling as the water of a sunwell, suddenly disappeared without a trace.

It's as if it never existed.

The sky in Zul Grab was dark again, and raindrops that hadn't fallen for a few minutes were falling again.

Aurelia was as if she had been fished out of the sea, drenched, and her beautiful face was still bleeding from the seven holes, as if the scene had never happened.

Aurelia had already suffered severe internal injuries, but fortunately the pressure from the sea of arcane energy was gone.

At this moment, all she knew was to climb into the Temple of Calm, as if it were the only safe haven.

She climbed into the temple gate with difficulty, only to feel exhausted, and then a voice seemed to fall from heaven: "Huh? Pink-skinned ears with long ears? How do you climb on the ground? What's wrong with your face? ”

Aurelia was in a complete trance, and she struggled to look up at a tall, blue-skinned "angel" standing in front of her.

"Poof......

The hapless High Elf spat blood again, and this time fainted completely.

It's just that before fainting, Aurelia was still wondering - this "angel" doesn't seem to have any clothes on him? "Heaven" doesn't wear clothes? And the "angel" looks very strange, and has a big nose in the middle of his legs......

She lost consciousness after that.

And Tonatiu, who was standing at the door of the temple without a wisp of it, saw the miserable and beautiful elf on the ground vomiting blood and falling unconscious in front of him, and inexplicably he hurriedly picked her up at the same time.

"Elves? What happened to you? Enemies? Tonatiu took Aurelia, who was little to him, in his arms and asked softly.

Aurelia couldn't answer him at all, she was already unconscious.

"There are no enemies." Deep inside the temple, a lazy voice came from the depths of the temple, "I probably know what the reason is. She "drowned". ”

Drown?

Tonatiu touched it and found that Aurelia was indeed wet, and her clothes were all wet.

"Can't swim? The elf ......" the god-king shook his head and carried her into the depths of the temple.

I saw that at this moment, in the middle of the temple, in the most sacred occasion of the Gulabash trolls, a huge blanket was spread on the ground.

In the middle of the blanket, Aishara was covered with a thin quilt and lay lazily on the ground.

This woman who was once the most glorious woman in the Kadore Empire, and Tonatyu, the most glorious man in the Troll Empire now, apparently had a "battle" on the ground of the most glorious place of the Gulabash trolls not long ago.

"She's fine. It's just a little bit of internal injury, a little bit serious. But this kind of internal injury will be fine after a while. "The Queen doesn't care.

"Okay." Tonatiu could indeed sense that Aurelia's flame of life was still strong, and he left her aside and walked over to Azhara with a complicated expression.

He looked down condescendingly at the queen on earth.

Azhara actually reached out to him, and the blanket fell, revealing her pair of Hyjals.

"Don't you hug the mother of your child?" Queen Kadore, Mother of Naga, proudly speaks to the Troll King.

Look at her like this.

Tonatiu grinded his teeth.

There is nothing to be done.

He mentally complained: Could it be Naga, or should I say the fallen elves. Are they all fertile physiques?

Vaschi won the bid easily.

Now it's almost the second one.

So is Ishara.

Less than two months later, the bid was also won.

In contrast, Modra has been almost a year later.

Santis has also been in existence for half a year, and there has been no movement yet!