"Wait! Valrhona! It's not what was promised!" Martin was anxious on the spot.

Anyone can tell that Alaire is cold.

What the hell will become of a dead demigod, Martin doesn't care. But his woman has become a ghost, and that's the key.

Since Martin became king, it seems that he is more in tune with the fragments of Gilgamesh's soul that have been fused into his soul. It's a great feeling of being in perfect harmony. Similarly, when Martin is angry, the non-anger and self-esteem is even more terrifying.

Except for the tree lord named Dusur, who could barely withstand Martin's momentum, the rest of the people subconsciously retreated two or three steps.

This shocked the surrounding wood elves at Martin's strength, and at the same time, they couldn't help but slightly approve of Valrhona's choice, only such a strong person is worthy of reliance, and it can be called salvation.

Wood elves are stubborn and withdrawn.

If Finfona had offered to merge with the demigods, perhaps they would not have listened to a little princess who was not even a leader.

Valrhona suddenly looked back, with a sad look on her face: "Martin, the wood elves are all so stubborn. They are impossible to convince. If it weren't for the orders of Oreon and Alaire, including my Ringo clan, the final outcome would have been exterminated. I don't want to see my parents, my people, return to the forest. So my only wish is for me to escape with the rest of the Wood Elves. ”

"This ......," Martin didn't know what to say.

Valrhona lowered her head and walked over and gave Martin a complex kiss of youth, despair and hope.

"Can you just let me give you everything I give you a deal? If I succeed in inheriting Alaire's power, then I will definitely lead all my clansmen to join the Lorraine Territory in the name of the leader of the Wood Elves. Promise me, Martin, okay?"

Valrhona's feelings are sincere and simple, and there may be an element of repaying gratitude, but it is more about her own feelings and redeeming her people.

Martin hesitated, and Valrhona continued, "The two Patronus have proved with their lives that the Wood Elves alone are wrong to resist to the end. Then I hope to use my will to gain the approval of the Divine Tree and the remnant soul of Alaire. Gain the power of Alaire and lead my people on a new path. ”

Martin looked around and carefully assessed Valrhona's probability of success with the system sprite, and the final result was 61%, which is a relatively high result. Maybe it's because the demigod named Alaire is kind by nature, or maybe it's because she's lost most of her will.

Eventually, Martin sighed, "Go ahead......"

"Thank you, Martin!"

Valrhona didn't look at Martin again, but her shoulders were shaking, and tears could be seen from the side of her face......

She was afraid, afraid that she would relent.

She walked slowly to the bottom of the towering tree in the center of the clearing, which required at least a hundred people to hug.

The tree is very old, and I don't know how many thousands of years it has survived in this forest.

It is clear that it already has a faint divinity.

Valrhona knelt down at the root of the tree and prayed, reciting incantations that Martin did not understand.

I thought it would be a boring and long process, but who knows, after only three minutes, the whole tree will light up.

From the crown to the trunk, to the branches and roots, each section of the sacred tree glowed with emerald green brilliance, and small balls of light visible to the naked eye began to blow out of the small bumps in the bark as if blowing bubbles.

"Ahh

In the clearing, all the wood elves knelt on the spot.

Even the twelve-meter-tall giant tree man Dusur knelt down on one knee: "I've seen the Great Elder!"

A soft branch hung from the sacred tree, and it spread its huge leaves, first gently holding Alaire's headless body before sending it to Valrhona.

Without hesitation, the little princess of the wood elves lay down next to Alaire's body.

The scene was a little frightening, but in the next second, the huge leaf rolled up on its own.

Martin and all the wood elves suddenly heard the ethereal song that seemed to float from the farthest reaches of the sky. Singing in Wood Elf, Martin was shocked to find that he understood.

It was a beautiful female voice, like a yellow warbler in a deep valley, and like a tactful lark......

"Thank you, the brave son who saved the future of the forest under the distant starry sky, and thank you for sending back a maiden at the end of your journey who is strong enough to inherit the will of the forest. Don't worry, she will only inherit my will to protect the forest and nature. ”

"The King of Mankind - Martin Lorraine. Blessings to you on your journey into battle!"

"Wherever you are under the sky, with the same faith, the children of the forest will surely fight with you. ”

"To save the stars, to save the forest, but also to save tomorrow. ”

"Bless you ......"

Gently, ethereal, and illusory, the green life brilliance that overflowed from the sacred tree began to have a direction of gathering, and they were like hundreds of rivers entering the sea, converging at high speed and merging into the huge leaves that were wrapped.

All existence could be seen with the naked eye, and the leaf shrunk smaller and smaller, becoming the size of a person in just a dozen seconds.

It was as if the headless corpse had turned to dust and been blown away by a gust of wind.

The leaf slowly drooped, and when it opened again, everyone was surprised to see that there was only one Valrhona left inside.

It's also a bit wrong to say she's Valrhona.

Although it feels like she went in and augmented her breasts and then ran out, and the cup was directly upgraded to C, the bigger change lies in her temperament.

That faint divine brilliance can be clearly felt from afar.

In the center of Valrhona's eyebrows, a wisp of tender shoots grows at a rate visible to the naked eye. In less than ten seconds, the young shoots turned into vines, and then circled their foreheads, and flowers bloomed on the vines, turning into a colorful and beautiful flower crown in a few clicks.

This time, the Wood Elves, Dusur, and all the beings in the clearing except Martin knelt down and shouted in unison, "See the Chief—"

Martin was surprised and delighted.

At this time, Valrhona first nodded and smiled at him, and then raised her arms: "I declare in the name of the successor of the guardian god Alaire - all the people of the forest, immediately prepare to migrate!"

As if in response to Valrhona's declaration, the sacred tree began to wither.

But it was not really a wither, for on the three thickest branches of the Divine Tree, flowers began to bear fruit, and in less than ten blinks of an eye, three huge green seeds the size of a wagon crashed to the ground.

All the people of the forest are aware that the Divine Tree has made its choice.