The Night Elves, a race protected by nature, have a very low probability of getting sick compared to other races, but Adele, the high priestess in the "Ancient Tree of the Wind", who lives alone, has indeed been seriously ill and has not been seen in public for several months. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The wrinkled corners of the eyes, the dry skin, the charming figure of the "saint" Adele is no longer visible, only the eyes that are still bright, and the stubborn Adele can still be vaguely seen.

The thick foliage blocked most of the light, and I don't know when Adele began to like the dark and damp environment more and more, even though there was some physical discomfort, but the dark corners still gave her some less reliable security. Heavy bags under her eyes hung down and Adele hadn't slept in days. In order to protect the safety of the elves, Adele seems to have reached some kind of agreement with the Queen of Rosespider, and the strange forbidden demon forest also appeared at that time. But I don't know when it started, the spiders in the Forbidden Demon Forest began to increase.

"No, I won't promise you, you want to enslave us at all!" As if she was talking to the air, and as if she was afraid of something, Adele trembled and muttered to herself.

The itchy feeling came from both arms, and Adele scratched uncontrollably, and even scratched bloodshots, but it didn't seem to have any effect at all. Gradually, she seemed to hallucinate, black hair continued to emerge from the cracks in the dry skin of her slender arms, and the rest of her body was gradually shrouded in black mist, which was extremely strange, as if it was leaking from the body to the outside, spreading in the flesh and blood. With her hairy arms and her weak appearance, she looks like a female devil in hell.

Picking up the silver needle on the table and stabbing it into her arm, the piercing pain kept Adele awake. Drinking the spring water of a moon well, vitality seemed to fill her body again, but after only a moment of ruddyness, a cloud of black gas enveloped her again. Glancing at the little spring water left, Adele silently put the cup back and quietly crouched in the corner, silently.

Calm again, and Adele gets a rare respite.

"Knock knock" A sharp knock on the door broke the silence.

"Great, high priest, oracle, oracle from the well of the moon!" Tracey could not express the joy in her heart, and even the nobility and grace of the elves were almost forgotten, for they had not been favored by the gods for too long.

This sudden good news also made Adele overjoyed, and she just wanted to get up and open the door, but the pale and weak person reflected in the mirror by the door made her slowly give up her steps. The elves needed a healthy and powerful spiritual leader, and she felt that she would never be able to appear in front of the elves.

"Tracy, my sister, I have given you full authority as the High Priest, and you can decide everything yourself" Because she hadn't spoken for too long, Adele's voice was hoarse and indistinct.

"Go, my sister, the elves need your leadership"

Listening to the feeble response in the room, Tracey felt her heart dripping blood. Adele's illness had no warning, which caught her off guard, she didn't have any idea of coveting the position of high priest, she just wanted to be around Adele well and lead the elves to the prosperity they once had.

A thunderclap of thunder streaked across the sky, interrupting Tracey's thoughts, and the sheer of busyness caused by the oracle left her no longer time to think, so she hurriedly lifted her skirt and hurried away.

Recent lightning flashes have converted more of the nitrogen in the air into nitric acid, the nitrogen fertilizer that plants need to grow. The ancient tree of war shook its branches and leaves comfortably, as if it had a comfortable beat. But the smell of nitric acid in the air seemed to remind it of something, what the hell is it, is it war?!

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In the prison of the Elven Hunter Hall, Kreacher, bound by vines, howled "Kreacher defeated the Great Spider, Kreacher is a warrior, Kreacher will not give in!!" as if he was really a fearless warrior. Hu Yu, who was anesthetically administered on the side, was still asleep like a dead pig, unaware of everything around him.

The young elven guards around looked at each other, they had not experienced war for a long time, and they were ruthless to a yellow-green goblin, and there was nothing they could do to torture them. Seeing that the guards around him did not move, Kreacher shouted even more happily, "Quickly put Kreacher and entertain him, otherwise you will suffer when Master Hu Yu wakes up!"

The thick door made of the iron tree was slammed shut, and Illidan, who had just entered, threw an underground poisonous scavenging beetle in front of Kreacher, as if the beetle had just been caught, and the tooth dance was full of vitality. "Sometimes you filthy reptiles shouldn't live in the land of the elves," and then, an emerald seed was thrown by Illidan into the beetle's mouthparts.

Kreacher, who couldn't see the situation, was still yelling, not understanding what Illidan was trying to do. After a few moments, the scavenging beetle fed the seeds swung even more and more frequently, seemingly reaching its limit. Suddenly, the beetle remained motionless as if it had been immobilized, and then its tiny legs began to tremble, trembling and shaking, and finally drooping down.

Kreacher's eyes widened with curiosity, trying to understand what the elves were up to. The scavenging beetle was apparently carnivorous, with a bony fragment on the dorsal plate of the prothorax and a distinct slit between the dorsal and lateral plates, perhaps for greater flexibility and better predation. But now, in this tiny crack, green is gradually emerging and growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

As time went on, it continued to grow unhurriedly. Not only in the cracks, but also in the joints of the beetle, the roots of the plant appeared, and the flesh and blood of the beetle seemed to be absorbed cleanly. As the energy decreases, the plant grows slower. With a wave of his hand, Illidan shrouded the green shoots with a wave of green energy, and the green shoots seemed to be stimulated by madness, and suddenly sprang up, and the branches were rapidly covered with green leaves, and in the middle, there was a budding irise.

Unintentionally planted willows, Illidan also seemed to be attracted by the flower bones, but with a moment of waiting, the iris never opened. With a sigh, Illidan withdrew the energy supply to the plant, and in an instant the plant withered at a rate visible to the naked eye, and was reduced to pieces along with the scavenging beetle.

Kreacher was dumbfounded, and for a moment his mouth was so wide that he couldn't say a word. Without giving it time to react, Illidan took a few more seeds from nowhere and threw them all into Kreacher's mouth.

Smacking his lips, Kreacher seemed to be still immersed in the vanished plant, his little head wondering why the flower didn't open until the end, even though even Illidan, the initiator, didn't know about it.

"Bah, bah, what did you give Kreacher to eat?!" Kreacher screamed, reacting in response.

"What you think, that's what it is. Illidan said with a blank face. The reflex arc seemed to be long, and it wasn't until he saw the remains of the beetle on the ground that Kreacher realized the seriousness of the problem.

For a moment, Kreacher seemed to feel a seed beginning to sprout and grow in its body, and the formed root system had begun to penetrate its flesh, as if it had already felt something coming out of its body.

"I said, I said, I said everything!!