The strife has been staged at the most intense moment, and the victory or defeat of this war determines the ownership of this inheritance artifact, the rise and fall of a race, the fate of countless people, and the life and death of two people.

And the previous thing combined, the last item, seems so insignificant.

Click...... Crisp footsteps sounded, and the end of the blade gently rubbed against the ground, and the rocky ground was cut into a thin ravine like cream.

"It's you!" Thranduil raised his head and looked at the comer, "Are the obstacles prepared for those guys still too fragile for you?" ”

Alvin shrugged, "Actually, it's fine. ”

When fighting enemies with a health bar, various skills such as despair harvest and energy absorption can be effective, which greatly improves Alvin, relatively speaking, the amount of the opponent's blood is a secondary factor, after all, Alvin has never lacked output.

"Sure enough, you can't be underestimated at all." Thranduil stretched out his hand and wanted to summon the phantom god again, but as soon as he was halfway through the operation, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and the unfinished operation was directly interrupted.

"Harry!" Hilarily let out a cry of surprise and grabbed the man on the throne. The previous summons had exhausted his life, and continuing to cast spells was undoubtedly to quench his thirst.

"Harry?" Alvin tilted his head slightly, "Is that your original name?" ”

Hilarily looked up and looked at Alvin with a wary and hostile gaze, Thranduil's expression was much more poised than in comparison.

"Did you already guess?"

"Guess what?" Alvin looked up at the other party, "The truth of the elven inheritance, or your identity?" ”

Alvin said a word, and the two people opposite changed color at the same time. Seeing this situation, Alvin's guess in his heart was once again confirmed, so he spoke, "If you are talking about the former, sorry, I am still only at the guessing stage, but if you talk about the latter, in fact, I have already found some clues, and a lot of evidence shows that you, Thranduil, are not inhuman!" ”

When Hilariel heard this, her whole body froze in place, and Thranduil behaved a little better, but her face was also full of bitterness.

"Actually, when I realized this, I could already say that I realized it in hindsight. While you act like a player in many places, there are actually quite a few signs of who you are. At the beginning, my reputation in the ancient elves reached respect, and you said a word to me, intending to persuade me to submit to you, at that time I only thought that you were thirsty for talent, but if you think about it, you should know very well that this thing is impossible, and you know that it is impossible to do it, this way of behavior is different from that of players. Alvin shook his head as he said this, "At the time, I just thought it was a little strange, but when I thought about it later, this incident became a corroboration, the reason why the two things happened at the same time is not a coincidence at all, as an aborigine, of course, your attitude will also be counted in the prestige, so there will be a situation where you speak immediately after the prestige increases." ”

"......" Thranduil was silent, indeed disguised as an inhuman as an aborigine, there are too many loopholes that may occur, but this truth is too shocking, and ordinary people don't think about it.

"But I still have a question that I don't understand." Alvin pondered for a moment before speaking again, "If the natives want to disguise themselves as Inhumans, the biggest problem is resurrection, right?" How do you do that? ”

Alvin asked in a word, and found that the faces of the two were not too good, so he shook his head after thinking about it, "It doesn't seem to be a pleasant experience, so I won't ask questions...... In fact, do you know what is your most obvious flaw? ”

Alvin said, turning his head to look at Thrandil.

"What's the flaw?"

"The relationship between the two of you." Alvin said, "It's all too rare for an alien to go to the point where the world is the enemy for the sake of an aborigine. ”

"But what's even more unusual is actually paying you back." Alvin said, looking up at Hilarily, "As a priest of the Temple, you have shown too many personal emotional tendencies in your dealings and decisions, and you are the only one of the guides in the Lost Lands to behave like this. ”

"Isn't that unusual?" Thranduil asked.

"It's extremely abnormal, because this behavior violates the rules for Inhumans, and the biggest rule of Inhumans is equality, no matter who they are, they are treated equally, which is a promise that Inhumans have received since they entered this world." Alvin said with a solemn expression.

"I see, I see." Thranduil nodded, some things are determined by nature, and it is no longer a matter of negligence or not.

"Alright." Alvin sighed, "I've said what I want to say, now do you have anything to say?" Harry? ”

"Hehe......" Thranduil gave a bitter smile, "since I've come this far, what else do I have to say!" If you want to kill me, do it now! ”

"......" Alvin raised his sword when he heard this, but at this moment, Hilariel picked up the staff and stood in front of Thrandil.

Alvin frowned slightly, with his current strength, if he wanted to solve the two people in front of him, he didn't need a second sword at all, however, he still paused slightly.

"Hilarily." Thranduil reached out a hand and grabbed Hillarie's wrist, "You go, don't stay here." ”

The girl shook her head stubbornly, and stood in front of Thrandil, not moving an inch.

At this point, does it really make sense to protect a dying person? It's hard to explain this kind of thing from the perspective of a bystander. But Thranduil knew one thing - even if Hilarily was willing to escape, she would have nowhere to go, not to mention that the temple was now embattled, and her significance to the elves alone was already doomed to be captured by those people even if she fled to the ends of the earth.

Perhaps only by dying can we truly be free.

Thranduil struggled to open his eyes, looking at the shadow in front of him, and he knew that this was the last time he could look at the other person. Recalling his life, long but short, countless glories and sufferings are like a passing cloud, who would have thought that this strongest man in the elf clan was originally just an ordinary boy in a remote village?

All this is just to protect a girl who laughed a little silly at the beginning. Even if he is broken, he has no regrets, the only thing that makes him sad is that he can no longer continue to protect......