"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

Within Timoda, in the Black Elf Quarters, a group of natural elven guards are rapidly flocking to a treehouse. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

On the platform of the treehouse, more than thirty meters above the ground, another black elf was crouching on the railing and looking down.

His eyes were cold and silent, filled with a smear of violent blood.

Da-da-da-da!

The footsteps were getting closer, and the black elf's expression was getting more and more agitated, his lower lip twitching, his sharp teeth out, and his legs pressed down, ready to attack.

"Lock on to the target!" the leader of the Elven Guardians shouted as he held out his hand.

"Yes!" the guards in the back replied with a full sense of urgency, and they waited solemnly, with a little unbearability hidden in the depths of their eyes, but duty told them that they had to do this!

Hula!

Suddenly, a gust of wind suddenly rose, and the dust that blew turned into mist and stopped in front of the group of guards.

"What's that!" the elven leader waved his hands, using the power of the wind elemental to dispel the mist.

Boom!

A black shadow fell from the sky, and he slowly got up, his face cold and serious.

"Bo, Polk!" the elven guard opened his mouth.

"Banar, I'll take care of this matter personally!" Polk said lightly, his face unchanged, no sadness or joy.

"But..." Barnar was very entangled in his heart, he didn't doubt Polk's strength, nor did he doubt his character, but that the black elf was Polk's clan after all, and it would be too cruel for him to do it.

"I said, I'll do it myself! I personally arrested the previous 139 clansmen!"

Banar sighed and pinched his nose.

yes, compared to the one hundred and thirty-nine black elves he caught, what is it now!

"They're my people! Even if they're cursed to control their bodies and minds, they're my people! I'll have to do it myself!" Polk said sadly, but the resoluteness in his words already expressed his attitude.

"Please, please!" Banar took a few steps back, and at his signal, the other elven guards withdrew from the capture area.

Polk nodded, took a deep breath, and looked at the black elf on the treehouse.

Mordos Habides, that's his name, is a new generation of the Black Elves and is known as Polk's successor!

"The one hundred and forty!" Polk smiled miserably, his head lowered, the black line on his arm like a twisted centipede, revealing his ugly face.

That's right, the curse on his body has slowly begun to work, and since half a month ago, the tribe where the black elves are located has become a real forbidden area!

In just fifteen days, one hundred and thirty-nine people have had seizures one after another, including many high-ranking members of the Black Elf Clan!

This is nothing less than a catastrophe for the black elves who have just experienced the battle of Timoda!

The most terrible thing is that this situation is getting worse and worse! So far, the elves have not found a solution!

Smack!

Here, Polk kicked the ground with his right foot, and the whole person flew towards the treehouse in the sliding airflow.

As soon as he landed, Mordos looked at him warily.

"Mordos..." muttered Polk, the memory popping out of his mind.

Due to Mordos's strong talent, he has long been the focus of the Black Elf Clan, and as the strongest member of the younger generation of the Black Elf Clan, Polk naturally has a lot of intersections with him.

In fact, Mordos is a huge Polk fan, and he adores the big brother.

In normal times, he would also ask Polk for many tips and problems. It can be said that Polk is half a mentor of Mordos.

In Polk's heart, he regarded Mordos as his own brother. He loved this warm, high-spirited boy very much, but now he had to face a cruel reality.

"Polk!" Mordos looked very violent, he coldly spat out three words, and began to crawl from side to side, like a hunting leopard.

"Mordos, come with me. Although he knew that it was an extravagant hope, Polk still did not make the first move, but persuaded him.

"Ahh

Polk didn't speak again, he already got an answer.

"Mordos, I'm sorry. ”

Finally, in the bottom of his heart, Polk's eyes became sharp, and his momentum suddenly changed greatly.

Mordos sensed Polk's movements and chose to attack!

"The personality has not changed, and he is still so passionate..." Polke's heart ached, and with a wave of his big hand, jet-black pillars of energy fell from the sky, firmly imprisoning Mordos in place.

"I told you a long time ago, never show impatience when fighting, only with a normal heart, you can have a real strong attitude!"

"Ahh

Unwilling to stretch out his hand, Mordos roared like a mad beast, unable to regain his original clarity.

"Mordos!" Polk was half-on his knees, one hand grabbing his arm and letting it scratch.

"Hoo-hoo-" Mordos's angry face gradually softened, and a hint of struggle suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Polk's heart trembled, could it be...

"Ah!!h

In the next second, Mordos rolled in the prison with his head in his hands, his expression very painful.

"Mordos, Mordos!" Polk withdrew from his captivity and hugged Mordos forward, trying to calm him down.

"Bo..." Polk "Big..." Mordos gritted his teeth, almost squeezing word by word out of his throat.

"Modos, I'm here!" Polk's eyes finally couldn't bear the weight of the tears, and the slight wetness passed through his skin to his mind.

"I'm in such pain!" Modus roared, "Kill me, kill me! I can't stand it!"

"No! No!" Polk's heart cracked at this moment, and it quickly spread.

He can be indifferent to a person who has lost consciousness, but he cannot refuse a person who is in pain.

"Polk!"

At this time, Banar rushed up from the stairs with a large army.

When he saw that things were not going well, he immediately gave orders.

Whoosh!

The two guards quickly stepped forward, took out two potions, and poured them into Mordos's mouth.

"It's going to be fine, kid, it's going to be fine. Polk knew what the two potions did, and he kept repeating the words, comforting Mordos.

After a while, Modus finally quieted down and slowly fell into a deep sleep.

But his whole body was already soaked with sweat, and his pale cheeks were not a little bloody.

"Phew--" Banar finally breathed a sigh of relief, and he looked at Polk, and although he knew that this sentence was a bit out of place, he still said it stubbornly. "Polk, according to the rules, we have to..."

"I understand that only there can the situation in Modos be temporarily stabilized, Banar, you don't have to feel guilty about anything. Polk nodded.

"I'm so sorry we can't do anything. Banar lowered his head and looked lonely, which can be said to be a true portrayal of all those in the know.

They hated that they had no power to save their fellow citizens.