The Poetry of Iron (23)

I understand what Han Dong thinks, although both sides may not be talking about the same thing.

The elf king wants to talk privately about my parents, and I know that a person who goes is 100% good at goofing.

But my mother was where I was going, and I couldn't think much about it, and I pushed away Han Dong's hand in front of me and whispered, "I have a number." ”

"What do you count? Don't you know the situation yet? There's nothing to talk about, there's nothing to talk about. Han Dong said.

The Elven King stood at the door of the room in the hollow of the tree and said, "I thought you were scared enough to ask a follower to block it for you, and then use a dead king to get rid of it." Humans are so despicable that they don't have to talk about leaving. ”

At this moment, the elf king treats me as my dad and wants to chat privately, Han Dong knows that I am not my dad, and he will goof up as soon as he chats. But on the surface, it is a national event, but in fact it is a mess.

I patted Han Dong on the shoulder and whispered, "A showdown is a showdown, my mother may be inside." Isn't that your plan? Take the goddess of war back to the front lines of the Empire? ”

After I finished speaking, I followed the Elf King without waiting for Han Dong to speak, and the Elf King sneered and entered the room.

Han Dong also wanted to follow behind me, but the three soldiers by the door stopped. They were all wearing adventurer masks, and one diamond and two green agate levels stopped Han Dong in place.

I glanced at Han Dong and was sure that Han Dong was looking at me.

Although I can roughly feel Han Dong's expression with masks, there are really not so many options and methods at the moment.

I followed the Elven King into the back of the World Tree Tree Cave, which was a little dim.

The path was lit by green-glowing vines that swirled around it, and not far away the Elven King walked slowly.

I followed him for a while, and the vines began to wind downward, but not much.

The inside of the tree hole is very large, and it must be somewhere lower at this moment. There was a faint smell of earth, and in front of it was a completely closed door.

In front of the door are also two adventurers, armed with weapons in their hands, ready to defend themselves against outsiders.

All of them were diamond-level adventurers, lowered their heads and shouted, "King." ”

"I'm going in." The Elven King said.

The door was slowly opened by the two of them, and the Elven King stepped into it, and I followed.

It was brighter than the hallway, and the green vines were piled up and glowing green.

In front of him was a staircase made of rows of vines, each with a vine bulge.

The door was closed again, and the room was left with me and the Elven King.

Each drum has a small flower on it, and each one is a different color.

The Elf King stood in front of a small bright red flower and said, "Sister, I have brought someone to see you." ”

I observed the bulging vines and the small red flowers, which seemed to be graves.

I stood in front of my mother's grave and couldn't say a word.

"This is the royal tomb rebuilt by our elven royal family in the past thirty years, and all the elven royal families who died in these thirty years are buried here. The royal family has a pure high magical talent, and the flowers that bloom after death are the manifestation of magical attributes. The Elven King said.

At this moment, the small flowers in front of me are extremely red, and they are indeed like burning flames.

"You don't even know, do you? Of course you don't deserve to know. After the red breeze returned to Yuecheng, he shouted your name Li Jing without touching it, and he didn't name the child. Where were you until you died? I want to hear you tell the truth. The Elven King said.