Shhh

The space fluctuated violently, and a crack was torn open, revealing endless pitch blackness. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The terrifying spatial storm current was brewing rapidly, like a vicious beast, trying to escape from its bondage for thousands of years.

The magic rules reacted immediately, blocking the movement of the spatial storm flow, and then wanted to heal the rift.

However, with the support of Chamak, the crack is stable.

At this time, Chamak turned his head and took a deep look at Polk, who had fallen to the ground, and left one last word.

"Forgive me, Polk, my dear child, for not being a good father! But remember, you will always be part of the Black Elf, and take him to the light!

Tick!

Chamak threw himself into the cracks, forever embraced by darkness!

Only a tear fell in the dirt, warm and pure.

This is a person's deepest love!

"No ――――――"

Polk's scream cut through the sky, and the last thing he wanted to see happened.

Zizi-

In the blink of an eye, the crack was smoothed by the powerful force of the rules. Everything before seemed to be in a dream, like a fantasy.

"No!" Polk got up and fell to his knees, burying his head deep in the earth, knowing that he had lost his father forever.

Faced with a terrible curse, the man chose the most violent ending.

But he is also right, if he can't control his body, then it will be a disaster for the entire elven race!

"Polk!" Didima limped to Polk's side, wounded from the battle. He gently patted Polk on the shoulder, the kid needed comfort right now!

"Uncle Didima, Father, Father, Father, he," Polk choked.

"Your father was a hero who made choices that ordinary people would not dare. Didima sighed, his eyes very complicated.

As Chamak's friend for more than 100 years, Didima has a deeper affection for him.

He had no less sorrow in his heart than Polk, but he knew what to do now!

Destroy the source! Only in this way can the soul of Chamak be honored!

That damn worm wants to atone for his sins!

"Polk, destroy the statue, inherit your father's will, and lead the black elves to the light again!" Didima looked angrily at the statue.

Peorista looked condescendingly, his eyes seemed to be playful and mocking.

Burst!

On the other side, Green has reached his limit, and he forms the only line of defense with his last life of burning rage!

Chamak's death he had seen, but he was powerless, but he would soon see his old buddy.

He doesn't regret his choice either!

"Ahh

Polk rushed forward with an arrow, his eyes blood-red, and he had only one thought at this time!

"Ahh

The cursed black elves around them also began to go crazy, and they rushed in waves, but the presence of Green and Ayi caused them to fall into the ocean.

Hand of Nothingness: Town Monument!

Polk's right hand began to blur, and at this moment, he officially entered the city!

Crash!

The space moved again, and a large hand fell from the sky and slapped towards the top of the Peorista statue.

"Die!"

Thundered!

The earth-shattering sound sounded, and the statue suddenly fell apart, and bursts of thick dust and smoke rolled out in all directions.

Polk hunched over, his eyes fixed, drops of sweat pooling on the tip of his chin.

Collapse!

"Ahh

All those who had been cursed fell to the ground and rolled on the ground as if in great pain.

Knock! Knock!

Polk was no exception, he gritted his teeth and endured, as the patriarch of the Black Elf Clan, he must not fall!

Whoa!

After a dozen breaths, wisps of black smoke escaped, and the haze that shrouded the black elf tribe officially dissipated.

After the rain, the sky clears, and the warm sun re-sows the earth.

"It's over, it's finally over," Polk muttered, soaking wet.

"Polk!" Ayi trotted over.

"Ayi..." Polk squirmed his lips as he looked at the girl in a daze.

"Polk..." Ayi's heart is uncomfortable, especially when he sees his beloved now.

"Father, he's... he's gone..." The muscles in Polk's face trembled, and the tears in his eyes finally couldn't be stopped, pouring out like a flood.

He hugged the person in front of him and cried like a child.

"It's okay, it's okay. Ayi patted Polk's broad back, comforting him over and over again.

Fragile hearts need comfort.

Knock! Knock!

Ten minutes later, the cursed black elves also woke up from their daze, and they looked around, their memories stuck in the memory of more than half a month ago.

Click!

Two hours later, the magic circle that had blocked the tribe officially dispersed, and the elven queen led a group of elders into it.

Everything seems to have come to an end, a victory in exchange for the sacrifice of a generation of strong men.

But no one knows, this is just the beginning!

A darker start!