Timoda, somewhere in the middle of nowhere, in the Elven Palace. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Polk went all the way, and although the battle was over, the guards in the palace did not let their guard down.

Soon, he crossed the long path and stood in front of a low courtyard.

"Polk, you're finally here. ”

A fiery figure jumped in.

"Ronna. Polk barely smiled.

Rona, the Fire Elves, was one of Polk's few close friends.

"Queen, they're all here. Rona seemed to remember the current situation and patted Polk on the shoulder.

"Is it true that my father's wounds can't be healed?" said Polk.

During the cataclysm of war, their Dark Elves fought hard under the leadership of Chamak, and finally united with other Elves and the World Tree to seal the Spider Empress Peolista!

However, it was during this battle that Chamak was wounded by Peollista.

Due to the inherently repulsive power of Peolista and the life force, until now, Chamak's injuries have not improved, but have continued to deteriorate.

"Let's go inside. Rona couldn't answer, and pointed to the room behind him.

At the door of the room sat an old man, who was supposed to be an elf as well.

Although elves have a long life, they cannot withstand the erosion of time, and they will also grow old and die.

"Great Prophet Juan!" Polk saluted politely, though anxious.

Juante was one of the only four remaining elven archprophets, in fact there were ten elves before the war! Unfortunately, six of them did not survive the battle, but their sacrifices were exchanged for a better tomorrow.

"Polk, you're here. Juante said softly.

"Hmm..."

Syllable!

Suddenly, a small head emerged from Juante's back, and it was a cute little girl.

The little girl, with her large, bright, twinkling eyes, was looking at Polk curiously. She also has milky white skin, long turquoise hair, and a delicate little face, like a doll.

"It's..." Polk was surprised.

"This is also a poor child, her parents died in the war, and I saw that she had some talent in academics, so I took her with me. Juante kindly stroked the girl's head.

The little girl lowered her head sadly, probably remembering the sad thing again.

Polk sighed, how many lives were taken in this damn war after all.

However, this little girl is finally lucky to be valued by the great prophet Juan, and her future achievements will not be too low.

"Hello, beautiful little girl, can I know your name?" asked Polke, half-crouched down and smiled brightly.

"Bey, Belinda!" the girl replied with some trepidation, and finally plucked up courage under Polk's encouraging gaze.

"Belinda, what a beautiful name! just like you!" Polk rubbed Belinda's little head.

"Is Big Brother called Polk?"

"How do you know?" Polk laughed.

"Grandpa Juante said it just now. Belinda said with a puffed face.

"Belinda is so smart. ”

"Alright, Polk, let's get inside. Juante said.

"Yes!"

Polk took a deep breath and pushed the door open, revealing an unobstructed view of the scene inside.

The room that was not too big was full of people at this time, and the most respected one was the Elven Queen.

The elven queen of this era rules the entire elven race, which is by no means comparable to later generations, and with the royal bloodline, she is naturally highly respected.

Polk's gaze hurriedly skimmed over the men next to the bed and onto an old face.

"Father!" Polk snapped and rushed straight over.

Yesterday when he served his father was not what it is now!

Chamak lay quietly on the bed, exuding an evil aura from his body, except that his face was as white as paper, he looked no different from ordinary people.

"Polk, your father is fine for the time being. The elven queen on the side, Macchiato Kalina, said.

"Is it okay for the time being? can't you even do the Fountain of Life?" said Polk.

"Polk, the Fountain of Life is not a panacea after all, he can only provide life force, but it cannot dispel the power in Chamak's body, and we have found a more serious problem. Macchiato said solemnly.

"What's more, more serious?" Polk looked up, blank.

"Peorista has been sealed, but she has carved a vicious curse before the seal! The power of this curse comes from the source of evil, and it is likely to turn into a catastrophe!"

The current forest of nature is in ruins, and it really can't stand the slightest toss.

"The havoc is so serious!" said Polk, solemnly.

"Indeed, if it is not handled properly, perhaps the entire elven race is in danger. Macchiato continued.

"Queen, what kind of curse is it?"

"The bloodline curse, passed down through the bloodline. ”

"Bloodline?" Polk's face changed drastically, could it be that the entire elven clan...

"Polk, it's not what you think, we've only found a few cases of illness right now, and they're all your people. Macchiato sighed.

"My people, we dark elves..." Polk opened his mouth to speak.

"Peolista's curse is inherited from Elise after poisoning, if Elise is desperately casting, then our entire elven race will not be spared, but Peolista's strength is limited, so..."

"So we're targeted, aren't we?" said Polk bitterly.

"Yes. The Macchiato didn't know how to comfort the child.

"So I have a curse on me, too?" said Polk, holding out his hands and looking at it.

"Regarding the curse, several great prophets are still inquiring, don't worry, Polk, there will be a way. Macchiato said.

As one of the oldest species in the world, the elves treasure a vast amount of knowledge, and Macchiato believes that they can find a solution, and all they can do now is to suppress the curse power in the black elves as much as possible.