For his mage brother suddenly became chattering, scolding the street while constantly jumping up and down, and making an unlucky appearance as if the sky was about to fall, Shrek naturally didn't care at all, plus a strong disdain.

In fact, Shrek's crude head on the sperm worm brain actually hasn't reacted to what happened at all.

However, unlike Shrek's nervous sluggishness, when Xie Yu sounded dull but high-pitched again, he instantly turned his head to see the situation in the battlefield at this moment, but the next moment, his face couldn't help but change miserably.

Because, just after the short tea time when he was entangled with the fat knight with the treasure just now, the gratifying situation that was originally supported by more than a dozen elves was completely gone, and the moment when Xie Yu expected the rout of the elf clan was finally expected...... It's coming!

Although, at the moment when Xie Yu just turned his head to look, when the roar of the huge fire dragon had not completely stopped, the battlefield was followed by another loud noise as if two behemoths collided, and at the same time as this loud noise, the golden light on the side of the elves in the field was also suddenly sheng, brilliant to a little dazzling, and the golden circle of light, which was much brighter than before, quickly connected into a piece, and even completely enveloped the figures of the elves and dragons for a while.

It's just that, just like the return of the elves that Xie Yu expected, the huge and brilliant golden circle of light held up by the elf people was like a big soap bubble, but it was as if someone had suddenly poked it lightly, and it only took about a breath to shine, and then it was completely lost and shattered in an instant!

After the aperture was broken, the dozen or so golden points of light representing the elves in the field were no longer as dense and secretly following the movement of what seemed to be a certain formation trajectory as before, but it was as if time was suddenly grabbed by a mysterious big hand in the endless flow of time, and it was strangely still, and there was a short pause for a moment!

Then, in Xie Yu's anxious and worried gaze, about seven or eight of the golden points of light began to slowly fall down one after another, like a few kites with broken strings, falling weakly!

And the golden light, which was as faint as fluorescence but always flickered tenaciously, gradually and silently annihilated in the process of falling with the light points, until there was no longer a trace of light, and it completely blended into the boundless darkness......

In Xie Yu's eyes, the elven clan at this moment is like a ceremonial flower, after rising into the night sky and blooming brilliantly but for a short time, it will inevitably usher in decay and dissipation after all!

Although there are still a few points of light around the fire dragon that are supported by Wuzi, still flickering from time to time like fluorescence, the faint golden light is still obviously fading!

......

The angry roar of the fire dragon not only made Xie Yu's face change miserably, but the old elves Arix and Nicole, who had been paying close attention to the situation on the battlefield on the shore, couldn't help but turn pale in an instant.

"I don't know where Sister Yawen is...... How's it going?"

Xie Yu was hanging his head there, and suddenly heard someone whispering to himself next to him, but the sound was a little weak and weak, as low as a mosquito and a fly, and when he turned his head to look over, he saw that Nicole's pale little face was full of melancholy at the moment, and a pair of small hands were nervously clenched into a pink fist and placed on his chest, probably because he was too nervous and worried, Nicole turned the knuckles of the two small pink fists white, but it seemed to be unconscious, her eyes just stared blankly at the direction of the elves in the distance, and muttered in her mouth.

"Hmph...... Hmph, hum, how's it going, what else can it be?! Thanks to you, a troublemaker who has made heaven and earth, I'm afraid it's not much better!"

Nicole's little face was full of melancholy, but it seemed to arouse Xie Yu's dissatisfaction even more, and I saw our little mage snorting coldly and muttering a few words, pretending not to see the angry gaze that Nicole shot at him when he turned his head, but just pursed the corners of his mouth, his heart was bitter, he shook his head and sighed with a bitter face.

......

As Xie Yu guessed, the sister Yawen in Nicole's mouth, the slender and flat-chested elf girl, is in a bad situation now, or it can be said that ...... Very bad!

Coughing heavily, spitting out a mouthful of blood that had accumulated in his chest, Yawen wiped a handful of fine beads of sweat on his forehead and face, gasping quickly and heavily, looking at the behemoth a few feet away in front of him, and a deep sense of powerlessness in his heart.

Even though he was already mentally prepared for the possibility of facing a dragon clan head-on when he led the team to set off, and even though he and his clansmen had already done their best, the strength of this fire dragon was far beyond his imagination.

Yawen really has no way to speculate about the strength of the fire dragon in front of him, but after a battle with just a stick of incense, Yawen himself already knows very well in his heart that this adult fire dragon is definitely not something that more than a dozen of his clansmen can match, and this dragon seems to be ...... Still hiding strength!

The most ironic thing in Yawen's heart was that before leaving, according to the two elders, the dragon guarding the Ice Flame Grass was actually in a weak period during the time when the Ice Flame Grass was in full bloom......

Needless to say, Xie Yu's mood is bitter and frustrated, and Yawen's mood at the moment is actually already the same suffering!

In fact, Yawen felt that in the past hundred and ten years in the elven tribe, it can be said that most of the time has been boring!

......

Yawen felt that the reason for his depression, so to speak, was almost entirely due to his father, whom he had never met.

Yawen still clearly remembers that when he first began to remember, at that young and ignorant age, he didn't know what kind of existence "father" was, let alone what the title "father" meant to him......

It wasn't until I grew up and played with children of the same age in my clan that I saw other children riding on my father's neck or lying on my father's arms to be coquettish, that I had some concepts of "father" in my mind for the first time, although there were still some ...... Hazy!

Although the mother's attitude towards her father is like a deep hatred, every time she mentions it, her mother's always cold and majestic and beautiful face will immediately become more cold, and even, when she once asked fiercely and pestered her mother, her mother, who had never been angry with herself, actually beat herself for the first time in the world, and strictly forbade herself to mention any topics about her father.

The heavy slap of the mother, and the sad eyes of the mother with anger that could not be concealed, although the young self was very puzzled, but seeing the little crystal tears in the mother's eyes, he could only bury the mysterious and yearning word "father" deep in his heart, and since then, he has never mentioned it in front of anyone.

And since then, whenever I see other clansmen having a good time, especially when other friends are laughing and playing unscrupulously in front of their fathers, I can only be envious or even jealous.

At first, when I was a child, I would sometimes hide in the dark next to me, quietly in a daze at the kind of warm scene that made me envious and jealous, but when I was dazed, the kind of sourness and bitterness that was abandoned gradually born in my heart made me feel angry and suffering, so after a while, I would quietly leave as if I was running away, hiding in a remote corner that no one could find, and I would vent to my heart's content.

And the way to vent his frustration, in addition to shouting or crying hoarsely, the martial arts and magic in the clan, Yawen sometimes thinks, seems to be a good choice.

After almost masochistic cultivation over and over again, sweating profusely again and again, as if he had collapsed, slumped on the grass in the forest, looking at the mess in front of him that was destroyed by his own venting, Yawen felt that his messy and complicated mood would calm down a little.

It's just that after a long time, Yawen feels that his original cheerful and kind personality has become more and more withdrawn and cold, and the resentment of the so-called father who abandoned his mother and himself is naturally more and more intense.

The loneliness and anger in my heart are getting heavier, and I naturally won't have any smile on my face anymore, and as I get older, I will be a copy of my mother in the eyes of my clansmen.

The same coldness, the same taciturnity, and even the eyes are almost the same cold, but there should still be less majesty in the mother's eyes.

It is true that the clansmen see this, but how can the clansmen understand the long-term and depressed depression behind this coldness?!

Although, perhaps due to his mother's long-standing prestige in the clan, the clansmen in the tribe have never joked about the fact that they don't have a father, Yawen still feels that the liveliness and carefree that should belong to him have completely left him......

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