As Hilariel and Alvin confronted each other, a soft noise came from behind her, and Hilariel looked back to see Thranduil leaning on the throne with her head down.

"Harry!" Hilarily shouted, turned and threw herself in the direction of the throne, but the name she was shouting was not a famous hero, she was calling at this time, just an ordinary but familiar young man's name.

Hilarily doesn't know what all this is about, and sometimes in a trance, she still feels that she is still an ignorant girl living in a remote village, living a dull but carefree life with the people she likes every day. However, even this simple happiness cannot last forever. Everything was so sudden, as in the story, someone told her that she was a reincarnated saint, so a carriage carried her to the golden imperial capital.

She originally thought that this separation was a farewell, until she saw that familiar face and missed the group of people who had gone through many trials and appeared in front of her, and she was bursting like a flood.

Of course, Hilarily can't treat this group of "Inhuman Warriors" equally, because she knows that one of these people is not pursuing status and glory, this person has overcome unimaginable difficulties and dangers, just to come to her side. It was also this person who knew that he would be the enemy of the entire elf race, but he still stood firmly by his side.

Maybe this is fate, you can never predict when the suffering will befall you, but after the suffering comes, you can still choose whether to give in or rise up to fight.

……

Outside the temple, the shouts of killing continued, the battle for the rise and fall of the race in the world continued, and inside the temple, a woman held her sweetheart's increasingly cold palm, howling and crying, everything in this world seemed to have nothing to do with her anymore.

Alvin stood on top of the main hall with his sword in his hand, quietly watching the scene in front of him, all this. The ambitions of countless people, the desires of countless people, are like a clumsy playwright, who jointly composed this bizarre farce in front of them.

Of course, Alvin also has part of the responsibility for the current tragedy, or rather, a large part of the responsibility - if it weren't for the defeat to Alvin in the Lost Land, Thranduil wouldn't have had to take risks and touch the forbidden power, and if it weren't for Alvin taking the adventure party to participate in this mission, the outcome of this battle is really unknown.

Moreover, although Thranduil died of exhaustion, if Alvin hadn't defeated the two-headed phantom god alone, he would definitely have lived a little longer.

In fact, it is not an exaggeration to say that Alvin was the indirectly murderer of Thrandil. However, if there was any guilt, Alvin didn't feel that way - the two sides were enemies in the first place, and Alvin couldn't have kept his hand in the war, or if Alvin had left, the current Thranduil might have ended up with him.

The sounds of the battle outside were getting closer, and Alvin sighed and walked towards the back of the temple, pausing slightly as he passed the throne.

"Let's go."

It took a long time for Hilarily to realize that she was talking to her.

"......" Hillariel lowered her head and sobbed, not saying a word.

"Sorry to bother you when you're upset." Alvin spoke again, "But I'm not talking to you right now, I'm the one who defeated this guy, so you're at my disposal now." ”

Hilarily didn't speak, but her hands were still clutching Thrandil's arms, their joints turning a little white from the pressure.

Alvin sighed, then bent down and grabbed the other man's white wrist.

"Woo......" Hilarily let out a cry of pain, but Alvin didn't pay attention to it at all, and directly pulled her up and walked towards the back door of the temple, Hilarily struggled to break free from Alvin's hands, but the difference in strength attributes was too big, all the struggles were in vain, Hilarily was dragged by Alvin to the door behind the temple.

Pushing open the heavy door, a roar came to the face, after Thranduil's death, these monsters born of thorns did not disappear, but became more ferocious, after seeing the two Alvin, they directly roared and attacked.

"Is it completely indistinguishable from a monster?" Seeing this, Alvin sighed slightly, then handed the sheathed sword to his left hand, then bowed his head slightly, and held his right hand on the hilt.

Forgotten Blade: Echo.

After more than a second of charging time, Alvin swung his sword, and a golden ripple spread. In an instant, the entire courtyard was crossed.

Passive-Echo Strike: A melee physical attack that hits a target, dealing 50% of the attack's damage to a 3-meter radius of the attack's splash damage.

The golden light wave is not a sword aura, it is a specialized weapon summoned by Alvin using the Heavenly Armament, of course, the difference between this light wave and ordinary sword qi is not too big, it is nothing more than a higher damage, plus an attack effect that can trigger melee combat.

The effect of the murmur conflicts with energy absorption, and Alvin can only attach one of the two effects to the same weapon, but the Desperate Harvest will be triggered perfectly. Alvin passed with a sword, and there were countless red and purple black huge injuries floating in the courtyard, and hundreds of thorn monsters in the courtyard were all cut off under this sword, Alvin put away his sword, grabbed Hilarily with his hand, and walked forward again.

"Don't even have the desire for revenge?" Although Alvin turned his back to Hillaili, he actually kept paying attention to the other party's movements, only to see that Hillarelli still had tears in her eyes, and kept looking back at the temple behind her, she had no reaction to Alvin, the enemy who was close at hand, and she didn't want to run away.

Alvin shook his head, no longer caring about the other party, he has other things to do now, the rear of the temple, is the only direction where no one attacks, and the number of monsters at this time is also the largest, but at this time, Thranduil is dead, there is no threat from the phantom god, and the other monsters are just a matter of spending a little more time for Alvin.

"Lele." Walking around the monsters, Alvin initiates a communication.

"What's the matter, master? I'm busy! Now that the fight is about to end, don't worry, we'll go over to support you right away! As soon as the communication was connected, Lele's voice rang out like a cannon.

Alvin was slightly embarrassed before he spoke: "I told you because your Uncle Xiao was busy...... It's over here, you guys wait to clean up all the monsters around you, collect some demon points, and it's going to be a hassle if these things run around. ”

"I understand! Don't worry, master! Lele's assurances were not reassuring at all, and Alvin gave a few more words of advice, agreed on a meeting place, and then hung up the communication.