How did Fatalin know what spell Bai He used, but the strong sense of danger made him shake his head incessantly, and even shed tears.

White River brewed magic, and his 'dance of doom' drained almost all primordial magic within a mile radius, including himself.

At this time, his body was empty, and the highly concentrated magic that had been stuffed between each cell was gone, which was the price he paid for his magnification move.

As a semi-magical creature, the growth of dragons is closely related to the magic power in their bodies, and Bai He's growth efficiency that has always exceeded that of ordinary dragons comes from the magic power in his body that is different from that of ordinary dragons.

It takes about half a year for the lost mana to be refilled with Shirakawa's daily spell casts or natural accumulation.

At this time, the magic power in the space is thin, the magic net is sluggish, and all the spells above the fourth order cannot be used, Bai He repeatedly corrected the fourth order 'single berserk technique' in his hand, and suddenly felt a little unhappy: If you turn this guy into a here, do you have to be in heat against Bai He himself?

Bai He frowned, took out the spell book and modified it slightly, guiding a spell structure, the two magic lights fused together, and the blue light became more hidden, at this time, the activity of the surrounding magic net gradually recovered, and the concentration of magic power gradually increased, Bai He compound cast a spell to forcibly stabilize the magic structure.

Fatalin didn't know much about magic: maybe he could recognize some ordinary magic with his combat experience, but what the hell was the magic in the hands of this white dragon?

The more he didn't recognize it, the more terrified he felt.

As soon as Bai He reached out and stuffed this improved spell into Fatalin's body, Fatalin held a pair of bloodshot eyes, and with a momentary force, he actually spit out the rope that strangled his mouth, and he was so afraid of the unknown that he fell into a mental breakdown: "No! No, I am the commander of the Northland Elf Alliance, you can't do this to me! You are making enemies of all the Northland Elves." ”

"Yo, I feel pretty good, ah, you even pronounced this kind of line, do you want to retaliate against me in the future according to this routine?"

Bai He smiled, and channeled another spell with his teeth and claws: "Okay, I'll add some more ingredients to you, so that you don't have a chance to retaliate against me." ”

"No!" Fatalin opened his eyes, "Miss Siv, please, please, let him stop, I will definitely become the king of the elves in the future! I can't die here! ”

Sifu shuddered and hid behind the white dragon, Fatalin's hideous expression and hysterical performance made her a little frightened.

"King, do you think you are Long Aotian? I don't dare to call myself Long Aotian as a dragon who is so powerful, why are you so confident?" Bai He stuffed the ball of light into Fatalin's head, and the male elf's eyes rolled and saliva flowed from his mouth, like a fish that had been brought to the board and slashed before it died, and his body twitched as he moved.

Different from the popular mentally retarded spell in Antas, the chaotic version of the mentally retarded spell cast by the white dragon caused irreversible damage to the brain tissue of the male elf, in addition to physical damage, it also gave rise to a large number of redundant thought signals, and coupled with the influence of the source of chaos, this spell became difficult to cure;

He hung there naked, twitching from time to time, and a crow stopped in the tree and quacked.

......

Bai He clapped his hands, turned back into his dragon form and grabbed Siv: "Finish the work and leave." ”

"Mr. Dragon, Mr. Dragon, wait a minute. Seve pressed the dragon's claw, and her big eyes blinked, "Can you let me say goodbye to my mother?"

"Huh?" Bai He thought for a while, and flew directly to the square in the center of Snow Swamp Town, Bai He's dragon eyes glared, and the snow elves in the square were scared, they trembled, their lips trembled, the iceberg was still erected on the snow field outside the town, no one dared to take a step forward, and they didn't even dare to take a second look.

Seeing that Sief and his mother were greasy and crooked, Bai He was a little impatient. The elven old woman talked with her daughter for a while, and as if she had made a decision, she walked over and greeted the white dragon in a very respectful tone: "Your Excellency Frost Wings, this should be your name." Thank you for taking care of my daughter during this time, I am grateful ......"

Bai He rolled his eyes: "I can't thank you enough for a dragon who robbed your daughter?" ”

Chasarin's expression froze for a moment, and then she laughed dryly, this expression was somewhat similar to Siv's: "Mr. Frostwings, the Despicable Clan wants to take refuge in your territory temporarily, I don't know if I can be accommodating." ”

This Qingqi's request was beyond Bai He's expectations, and he looked at Sif's pleading expression, and was a little stunned for a moment.

He has investigated the information, this snow swamp tribe is very stinky, relying on the only ancestral tree of the snow elf clan, and has always claimed to be orthodox elves, why did he suddenly want to run away?

Chasaline's heart was full of helplessness, and she didn't want to run away, but now this situation can't run away!

The white orcs are brave and good at fighting, the whole race is proud of dying in hand-to-hand combat, and ashamed of dying in spells, under the influence of the orc god, many orcs have such a paranoid tradition, which accounts for one-fifth of the total number of white orc armies, and the vanguard team was killed by 'despicable spells', which is tantamount to a great shame for the white orc races.

The White Orcs of the North, unlike the Grey Orcs who are widely distributed in Antas, are highly disciplined. Not as perverted as the frost giants and their ability to resist cold, it is decided that the white orcs must be relatively united to maintain the population in the harsh environment, so they attach great importance to the oath, and now that a vanguard is left in front of Snow Swamp Town, it is still a way to dishonor the orcs, and the white orc army will definitely come to retaliate.

The trick was that this strange dragon actually tortured the leader of the Snow Elf Alliance, and Chasaline saw through her farsightedness how White River dealt with Fatalin. She had studied the arcane for a few years, and could see a little bit of the ferocity of those two spells.

Chasaline had ruled Snow Swamp for hundreds of years, and she was not a foolish person, and when she saw that scene, she knew that there was a big problem, and the Alliance would definitely hold Snow Swamp responsible.

Chasaline couldn't explain the tribe's relationship with the dragon anyway.

A considerable number of the Snow Elf Alliance are reformers who are dissatisfied with the status quo, and there are many people who are not used to seeing Chasarin's traditionalism, Fatalin's thoughts Chasarin is not ignorant, but she has no choice under the situation of the orc army, and she can feel that this time the change in Snow Marsh Town is likely to mean the end of the snow elf tradition.

Now it seems that the result has not changed, and it has further forced them to go all the way to the dark.

Wandering is not a future that Chasaline is willing to face, especially in a chaotic and dangerous place like the Northlands, and out of reality, she decides to turn to this terrifying dragon along her daughter's relationship.

Chasaline was a decisive woman, and once she had made her choice, she realized the sacrifice she had to make, and she had mixed feelings in her heart, and she looked at the ancestral tree with its leafy branches but withered inside, and then looked at her precious daughter with her arms around her side, and she really didn't know what expression to make.

"Hmm, this dragon is an evil dragon, aren't you afraid that I will eat you all?" The white dragon's eyes rolled a few times to make sure that the woman seemed to be playing with real character, and he moved his paw a few times, stuck out his tongue and licked his lips.

“...... Mr. Long, don't be kidding. Seve couldn't help but laugh: "My mother is sincere. ”

"We're sincere, Mr. Frostwings. Chasaline took a breath and pushed Siv in front of her, "Siv will serve you more faithfully, you can also want more young girls of our clan, and the warriors of our clan will serve you wholeheartedly, as long as you can provide us with a place to stay, away from this and wrong." ”

"So good?" Bai He looked at the elven patriarch, how did this sound wrong? What more young girls, this ...... How could such a good thing happen?

Bailong is also quite vigilant, this woman is really ruthless, her own clansman daughter will sell it when she says it, and she sells it so decisively, she won't be yin by her one day.

However, this elven tribe is only more than 500 people in the old and weak, what kind of storm can it toss? It is also good to be able to receive a batch of tributes on a regular basis.

Bai Long glanced around the town, then at the iceberg outside, and felt that at his current level, he didn't need to shrink his head to live.

He thought about it for a while, and decided to throw these elven tribes to Jonker's territory first, which was very large anyway: "Benlong has a good place for you, get ready to teleport away with me." ”

Chasaline nodded in acknowledgment, and with a complicated face instructed the elves to get ready, and she led Sif to the foot of the ancestral tree, and prayed reverently, when suddenly they looked up and saw something, and after a short silence they cheered like madmen.

Many elves surrounded him, and the same cheers filled the whole town for a while, and Bai He's heart was inexplicable, he turned into a human form and leaned over, and Sieve rushed over and hugged his neck with tears in her eyes, and shouted happily: "Alive! alive! The seed of the ancestral tree is alive! It is alive! It is incredible! It is a miracle!"

Bai He walked over and looked at a snow-white fruit the size of a mango placed under the tree.

Dead leaves fell from the giant tree, and it entered the end of life.

"It's been a thousand years since an ancestral tree has given birth to a living seed, and that's Karion's will!" Chasalyn cried out with red eyes and gratefulness.

"With the seeds of the ancestral tree, we are able to migrate, Mr. Long, this is great. Seve said happily.

A group of elven sacrifices burst into tears, since the snow elves migrated from the south to the northland two thousand years ago, the ancestral tree they planted had a serious reaction to the soil and water, although the magic of the ancestral tree made them adapt to the environment of the northland in the first thousand years, and became a new elven subspecies to branch out in the northland, but since then, the ancestral tree seems to have reached its limit, they have withered, and they have never been able to give birth to a new seed.

The Snow Marsh tribe guarded the oldest tree in the Northlands, and they cared for it, but they could only watch it decay little by little, but they never expected that it would give birth to new hope.

Marvel!

As a race with a firm belief in the general faith, the elves firmly believe that this miracle did not fall out of thin air, it must be related to other miracles, so they looked at Bai He's expressions a little wrong, and the same is true for the patriarch of Chasarin, who was still forced to be helpless just now, but now she has become a senior god, she looked at the white dragon fixedly, muttering that she didn't know what to say.

Bai He couldn't stand this kind of gaze full of god stick attributes, he coughed, motioned for them to hurry up and work, set up a teleportation array, and quickly emptied most of the population and materials of Snow Swamp Town.

......

Langoff arrived belatedly with the Alliance's reinforcements, and they watched in amazement at the icebergs outside the town, searched for a long time, and finally found their commander on the crooked-neck tree.

Seeing the face of the scout who delivered the news, Langoff had a sense of foreboding, and he approached the crooked-necked tree and looked at Fatalin, who was supported by the two scouts—the poor male elf rolled his eyes, foamed at the mouth, and twitched his thighs like frogs.

"Carion is on top. Langoff clenched his sword.

What kind of torture did he suffer! Who did it? Don't let him know the answer!

The voices of the crowd and the return to normal blood circulation seemed to awaken Fatalin, and he looked up to the left and right, and except for the slight glazed eyes, it seemed to return to normal.

"Fatalin!" Langoff leaned over excitedly and grabbed Fatalin's hand, "Are you awake?

He asked twice, and suddenly noticed that Fatalin's expression was wrong: "Fatalin, what's wrong with you? What's wrong?"

Fatalin looked at the hand he was holding with Langoff, and a strange smile suddenly appeared on his face, and at the same time, a blush appeared on his thin face, this smile made Langoff shudder and let go of his hand, but Fatalin seemed to suddenly get excited, he roared, pounced on Langoff and gnawed on the ground.

Langoff was shocked, but the strength of Jue Fatalin was amazing, and he blocked his best friend in front of him with his sheathed sword, shouting in a panic to try to bring back his friend's senses:

"Fatalin, wake up, don't do this, wake up, hurry!"