"Ahh

Durja let out a cry of pain, she was like a black hole, and the energy around her was frantically converging towards her, and the restless energy was like a nuclear bomb that would explode at any moment.

The highly condensed magic power raged around it, and the turbulent air currents set off a violent wind, and the lilac light, like spider silk, wrapped Dugga Chong.

Leilai's magic wand trembled slightly, and the elf who was casting magic felt that the control of magic power was becoming more and more difficult, and there were faint signs of losing control.

Leilai clenched her wand and slammed it to the ground, and the wand suddenly stopped trembling. Her lips opened slightly, and the blue unidentified crystal at the tip of her wand began to glow faintly. Yuki Nagato did the same.

The two calming forces converged together, and in this manic torrent of magic, they were like a needle that fixed the sea, channeling the magic of the riot.

Ah Xuan stretched out his left hand and gently placed it on Du Jia's head.

Burst!

As if the balloon had been punctured, the air suddenly shook, and the highly condensed magic power suddenly spread out to the surroundings, and everything was calm again.

Du Jia opened his eyes and looked up, and there was a tall figure in front of him, trying to see, but he couldn't see clearly. The sunlight gilded the figure with a golden outline.

Du Jia's eyelids became heavier and heavier, a wave of exhaustion hit, her body went soft, and she fell into Ah Xu's arms, Ah Xuan handed Du Jia to a female elf next to her who was very worried about Du Jia, maybe her friend, maybe a relative?

The female elf helped the sleeping Dujia away, and the village chief stepped forward to express his gratitude to Ah Xu.

"Aren't you supposed to be very good at soul (spiritual) matters?" Ah Xu asked the village chief, who looked at Du Jia, who was helped to rest, and sighed: "We rarely have such problems, but once they do, they will be very dangerous." may have seen his father and his clan burned to death by the Yanlong, and he was powerless to save it. It's too hard for her, isn't it? Thank you very much, but for your help, I am afraid that the child would be very dangerous, and even if he did not die, his soul would have been torn to pieces and slumbered forever. ”

To put it simply, it's a vegetative person.

Elves have always been relatively peaceful, with a temperament that tends to be cold and rational, and rarely has mental problems. Coupled with the fact that their magic depends on their spirits, if something goes wrong with their spirits, it can be very destructive - no joke. The destructive power of an ordinary psychopath is just that, but a mentally disordered magician is a mobile bomb wherever he goes.

Therefore, magicians have never been mentally ill, not because magicians have strong mental control, but because once they have mental problems, they all die.

……

The elves summoned the sacrificed elves and placed them together, and all the surviving elves knelt around the elves' corpses. They straightened up and folded their hands in front of their chests. Ten fingers crossed into fists, head bowed, forehead against his hand.

His eyes were closed, and he whispered in the ancient elven language. There is a holy and serene atmosphere in the singing, which makes the mood of the listener extraordinarily calm, and all negative emotions disappear.

A squirrel burrowed down from the book and saw Rose not far away. It hesitated, and little by little, Rose's eyes moved. The squirrel's body immediately stiffened, and he fell to the ground and pretended to be dead.

Rose sneered, and let out a breath of hot air from his nostrils - this little thing wasn't even enough to stuff his teeth to he didn't like to eat it.

Seeing that Yanlong didn't seem to be in any danger, the squirrel became bolder, got up from the ground, approached little by little, and finally stood next to Yanlong, holding a nut that he didn't know where to pick up, and quietly listening to the elves' songs.

The other animals that had been scared away by Rose's dragon threat also came out one by one, and the birds fluttered their wings and slowly landed on Rose's body, listening to the sounds of heaven.

The singing of the elves is refreshing, and Ah Xu asked Yuki Nagato: "What are they singing?" ”

"It is a prayer and blessing for the deceased." After listening carefully for a long time, Nagato Yuki explained to Ah Xu.

There was no crying, no grief, only the melodious singing of the elves.

Until nightfall, all the elves remained motionless, chanting the elven song repeatedly. In the midst of them, small balls of light purple suddenly rose from the remains of the sacrificial elves.

Countless small balls of light purple rose into the night sky.

Some flew towards Haruhi Suzumiya, and Haruhi was amused and reached for it, but it disappeared into her hands.

This beautiful scene, like a picture from a fairy tale, Ah Xuan asked Leilai, "What is this?" ”

"We call it the light of the soul, and when any creature dies, it gives birth to this light." Lelai said.

Ah Xu nodded thoughtfully, this light is the most basic energy source of the core of the world. It seems that this is the special growth mode of this world, when all things die in battle, disease, or natural death, they will turn into the most primordial energy, and then return to this world.

Ah Xu vaguely guessed the reason for the birth of this strange world.

When the corpse of the sacrificed elves no longer emitted light, the innermost elf body headed by the village chief rose up with magical power fluctuations, and then the corpses of the sacrificed elves began to decompose and merge into the earth - according to the customs of the elves, they came from nature and will eventually return to nature, which is their noblest funeral - natural funeral.

At the end of the funeral, the animals suddenly woke up, looked left and right, and all the natural predators were there, so they ran away.

Rose kept clasping the ground, and had already thrown a big hole in the ground with his paws, only to hear it muttered in a depressed voice: "It's all gone anyway, why don't you give it to me?" Why didn't you give it to me? ”

Kotomi uses alchemy to build a house for everyone to rest.

Durga had woken up, and she had just given her father her last ride.

She didn't go to rest, she sat on a small hill not far away, holding her head up, looking at the little stars in the sky.

Ah Xuan walked towards Du Jia and saw Du Jia's ears move, and she didn't look back.

"Is it better now?" Ah Xuan stood beside Du Jia and looked down at her, Du Jia was a standard elf, blonde and blue-eyed, tall and tall, but curled up with his legs, giving people a very thin feeling.

Ah Xuan used alchemy to stimulate Du Jia's nerve nodes, so as to calm Du Jia's violent spirit.

Judging by her reaction, Duja has recovered.

She was silent for a long time before she nodded and let out a soft "um". She hugged her legs tightly, feeling a little cold. (To be continued......)