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Polk, enduring the burning pain in his throat, sprang up from the ground and rushed to Chamak, clasping his right hand with both hands.

"Let go, father, let go!" Polk snarled, pulling as hard as he could, trying to get Chamack to let go.

Chamak's angry eyes with murderous intent suddenly softened, and he didn't seem to feel the heavy suffocation, just looked at it faintly.

"Father!" Polk squirmed his lips, tears falling one by one, and no matter what he did, his right hand could not be opened, like a petrified chain.

"Child..."

Suddenly, a hoarse voice sounded, a little tired, but also a little comforted.

Polk stood in place, gasping for breath, he staring.

"It's only been a long time since you've seen you, and you're so thin. Chamak held out his left hand, his calloused palm gently rubbing Polk's face.

His voice was soft, like the sound of a mother's dreams while she was asleep.

Chamack, whatever his status elsewhere, was just an ordinary and humble father to Polk. He was concerned only about the child's health and condition, and nothing else.

But this picture is very weird and creepy.

Think about it, how terrifying it is for a middle-aged man to cinch his neck tightly with one hand, and caress a young man lovingly with the other.

"Polk, remember the vows you made at your coming-of-age ceremony?" Chamak said quietly.

"Poor my life, I will be glorified by the people!" Polk said in a trembling voice.

"The Black Elves can't disappear into this land! we have to live! we have to pass it on!" Chamak said sadly.

"The curse is only the darkness before dawn, a test of our faith by the Goddess, and we must persevere. ”

"I know!" Polk clenched his fists.

"It's time for this, let's take the people with you. Chamak muttered.

"Let's go?" Polk's eyes widened, and he excitedly said, "This is our home!

"Home, where there is land and forests, is our home! Where there is darkness and day, it is our home! Our elves were born from nature, and Ello is vast, where is not our home?"

"What's going on here, what's going on, Father, what's going on? Polk's face was full of decadence.

"Go find a solution somewhere else!, or it's not just us Black Elves who will be poisoned by the curse!"

"Father, what do you mean?" Polk shook his head, puzzled.

"The curse is very contagious, and it will soon spread out of the tribe, and then the whole of Timoda, and indeed the entire forest of nature, will become a paradise for monsters!

Chamak's voice suddenly increased, with a certain unyielding urgency in his hurry.

"Even if the Black Elves are really wiped out in the end, we can't be the members of the entire Elf Clan!

"Curse the whole elven sinner!" Polk subconsciously turned his head and met Ayi's anxious face.

Regaining her senses, Ayi was temporarily out of danger and wrestled with the cursed black elves.

"No!" Polk's heart began to be torn apart at the thought of his beloved being turned into that cursed creature, and he would never let that happen!

"Polk Gix!" Chamak's thunderous high pitch woke Polk up.

Now he is the patriarch of the Black Elf clan!

"Yes!" Polk replied loudly, puffing out his chest.

"Get down on your knees!" Chamak coldly spat out two words.

Polk knelt down on one knee, put his right hand on his heart, and hung his head.

"Good!" Chamak gritted his teeth and stretched out his left hand, and the evil man began to haunt him again.

Smack!

A second later, a large hand covered the top of Polk's head, and a wave of warmth slowly dissipated.

"Ancestors have spirits, the goddess of darkness is above, Ansilu Kasava..." A series of prayer incantations popped out of Chamak's mouth, and against the background of the bright sky, he seemed so holy and pious at this time.

Boom!

Polke's heart chuckled, he was so familiar with this prayer text! Because he had listened to it back then, watching his father take over the scepter from the patriarch's grandfather and become the new patriarch of the Black Elves!

"I now announce the transfer of power! From this moment on, Polk Gicks will be the new patriarch of the Dark Elves! I believe that he will devout his faith! devote his body and mind to the great cause of the Dark Elves!"

After saying the last sentence, Chamak's face suddenly turned white, like a layer of pale powder.

Knock! Knock!

With three heavy blows in a row, the evil Chamak sounded the horn of counterattack in his body!

"Take it! Polk!" Chamak jerked a necklace off his chest, and in the center hung a moon of ink, mysterious and heavy.

This is the Patriarch's Seal!

"Father!" Polk's uneasy premonition grew stronger.

"You can't control me!hahahahaha!" Chamak's consciousness seemed to blur again, and he stumbled like a circus clown towards the north.

"Father, father!" Polk's heart was furious, but as soon as he took a step, he was knocked away by Chamak.

"Crazy! All crazy! I want to destroy the Pure Land in my heart! Then let's destroy it together!"

Chamak's words were resolute and desolate, with a hint of death.

A generation of strong men is finally coming to an end.

No one thought that he would die in such desolation.