Earth Holy Pope Ulysses II quietly felt the increasingly angry gaze of the human-shaped dark dragon behind Kosol, he just gently pinched the handle of the spear with his hand, and suddenly, one of the dragons in the Seven Rushing Spears fluctuated without a trace.

The black dragon's anger suddenly retracted silently.

Kosol was silent for a moment, the blood feud of his family had taught him forbearance, and it had also infected his contractual partner. The strength of the collaborator in front of him was far beyond what he could solve with his strength, and perhaps only the mysterious demon that night could match the Earth Pope - no matter who it was, this was not something he and his contract partner could threaten.

"The man who bloodied the Bruce family that night was the deputy commander of the Third Army of the Dark Legion in the previous year. Ulysses said indifferently.

Boom -

The black dragon erupted with a fierce aura that was thousands of times stronger than before, and even the surrounding clouds were dispersed by this angry momentum, and every light was shrouded in the dark element, leaving only the unextinguished fluorescence of the earth goddess statue in front of them.

"Actually—it's her!—" The black dragon's hoarse voice rang out, and the endless hatred and madness were vividly interpreted in this voice. Kosol looked at his contract partner in confusion, he had not experienced that period of history, and naturally he could not understand the hatred between demons and dragons, but he did find that their common hatred might be able to explode into greater power, which he did not expect.

"Calm down, my friend. Kosol whispered to his companion behind him, then turned to Ulysses. "This message doesn't make much sense to me, and now I wonder what your intentions are in saying this at this time. ”

Ulysses turned his back to Kosol and said, "I don't have a new request for you, I just want to say it." If you want revenge, your enemy is now in a friendly and cooperative attitude with the wolf clan, and if you complete the task of solving Forrest Gump, which you thought was very simple, then you will find that not only your enemy, but even the root cause of the hatred of the partner behind you. -- None of this has anything to do with me, after all, revenge is your personal business. I have no right to interfere. ”

"The Root of Hate ......"

The dragons shrouded in black robes suddenly took a step back, as if they remembered some of the most terrifying memories.

“...... Hell Weathervane-"

This was different from the anger that broke out when the Black Dragon thought he could fight when he heard the news of Mastma. That was the terrifying impression he had left on himself when he was a child, the Captain of the Blood Moon Legion. Even though he is much stronger now than he was at the beginning, the mark of terror has been carved into his bone marrow.

"Don't worry, they're not as strong as they used to be. According to how you feel right now. Deal with them -- it's a breeze. Ulysses said, still with his back to the man.

The air fell into an inexplicable silence again. The scattered clouds once again covered the sky over them thickly.

"Do you need it?" Ulysses broke the silence and moved the Coiling Dragon Seven Rush Gun in his hand. 、

"Not necessarily. Kosol said as he jumped onto the dragon's back, a pure silver dragon lance with no fancy carvings in his hand, and the dragon's wings moved again, and they had disappeared far above the heavy clouds.

Ulysses chuckled and looked in the direction where Kosol had disappeared, then at the statue of the goddess of the earth above, and then his expression changed to stern. The icon of Goddess Irene sat gently on its knees above the Temple of the Earth. Her long, delicate hair fluttered behind her, and a pair of sharp, delicate ears squeezed out of the messy ends. Her expression did not seem to be strict or holy. It's just a faint expression of pride and happiness in the world she has created. She had a handful of water in her hand, and was leaning towards the vast earth beneath her.

The Lord of the Earth does not appear in the beliefs of humans in the form of a human, but a spirit.

"My Lord, I am not in a position to ask the Lord for blessing in the destruction of life, but I hope that hatred will eventually bring the end, not the killing that will continue from generation to generation. Ulysses II whispered. The young Mercedes had just woken up with difficulty from the extreme cold.

The coldness was extreme, welling up from the depths of her soul. Every breath of air she exhaled turned into a small Xiaoice crystal that could not be dissolved in the flickering space in front of her. She endured the tingling and swelling pain from frostbite and numbness, and struggled to get up, knowing that if she hesitated for a moment, the skeletal muscles in her joints would be frozen to death by the cold, and she would lose the ability to move.

Why is it so cold? Mercedes thought with his numb brain.

She remembered, and in her vague consciousness, she had covered Fried to complete the space-time warp seal, and in order to allow the best human to complete it undisturbed, she made herself feel incredibly blocked the attack of the dark mage with the phantom.

Under the oppression of desperation and death, he was able to burst out with such a powerful force.

She straightened up in a daze, and not far away was a glass-blue behemoth.

It's Avlière, he's still alive......

And what about Fried! He must be with Avellier!-

Like a cold needle piercing her brain, she staggered over, the ground around Afriel turned smooth and frozen because of the bitter cold, and her proud sense of balance betrayed her, and she fell to the ground completely unregalia. But the cold numbed her nerves, and she couldn't feel a single pain.

"Mercedes - are you okay?"

Fried leaned weakly beside Avellier, the last place where the Onyx Dragonlord had not been eroded by the cold. The once dazzling staff of the dragon god broke into two knots and was casually thrown beside the greatest of human beings, and perhaps no greater magister.

His cheeks, pale to almost transparent, were still wise and calm, and the gentle smile made Mercedes forget the coldness in a moment.

"I, I...... I'm not good -- it's really cold. Mercedes muttered.

"It's snowing, you look around. There was fire everywhere, but it was snowing. Fried looked at Avelliet's golden eyes as the cold gradually surged in, and said to himself. "That's not cold, that's a curse, it's the last curse of the dark magician. ”

The sky is as red as fire, is it really over? This is the sky of the end of the world, not the sky of the new world......

Palm-sized snowflakes fell on Mercedes's head, slender shoulders, arms as white as white jade - not a single one melted.

"Let's go back...... Mercedes. Your elves are waiting for you. She had the impression that something broke in Fried's body, which was full of a sense of majesty under control, and made him stand up. It's all getting so difficult, "Go back, back to Eore, the cold is just the cursed striker." The real workhorse has not yet arrived. Your curse affects all royal elves. Leave the cold alone and let them wrap themselves. You'll wake up, and time will wear away a curse ......"

Fried's somewhat indistinct tone made her even colder, and she stood cowering in the middle of the snow like a lonely child.

"Go back!" Fried's cloudy eyes suddenly flashed with a dazzling brilliance, which made Mercedes's whole body shock, "Dongdu Linhai, Light and Dark Twin Cities, Elena." Eore—do you want this to crumble with the curse!Go back!Messey—the Elven King!!"

She shouldn't have left Fried in the dark red sky and endless cold snow, though she could feel the cold of the Dark Mage's curse borne by Avrier for Fried. But the fate that Fried was about to face was the real curse.

The Elven King—The name of her identity awakens her responsibility. The Elven King summoned his power in the bitter cold, and tiny golden-green patterns of ice crystals appeared around her.

The space around her distorted.

"Fried, will we see you again?" asked the Elven King as he stepped through the door of this space, suddenly turning his head.

Fried continued to stand up very slowly, meeting the elven king's aqua blue gaze.

"Yes, definitely. ”

Believing in Fried's promise, the Elven King turned her head and stepped through the door of space.

The string broke.

The soul of Mercedes flies back to the present Eore from the memory of five hundred years ago.

The cold was gone, but there was still a harsh cold color in the memories of Eore's warm wind.

The Elven King's robes, made of light and crystal, had been discarded by her for a long time, and the Dragonwing Ballista, which once burned with flames, had also dimmed with the erosion of time. There is no tainted element of war in the beauty and grace of the elves, and there are no blinding red spots in the revelation left by the World Tree to the elves.

Mercedes in front of an ancient harp mixed with the cold wind, wrapped in a black Terran hunting suit and holding a guitar. The white and crystal ten fingers bounced in front of the rough and bleak resonance cavity, and the smart and delicate music quietly gave way, and all that remained was the confusion and helplessness in memories and thoughts.

She sat reclining on the steps carved from blue jade in a completely graceful and unrelated posture, staring blankly ahead. Xiao Ran's lonely musical talisman danced in the indescribable pure land of Eore's fairyland, gently tapping on the solid ice that still sealed the clansmen, and rebounded back without attenuation.

The broken guitar was a little more hoarse, and Mercedes continued to test a few notes, and finally dropped his fingers in despair.

A small head peeked out of a bush that seemed to be carved of jade and gold beside the steps. Instantly, the elf bounced out of the bushes and looked curiously at Mercedes' guitar.

"Sister, is this a human instrument, and that sounds good, too!" the elf shook her pointed ears, and the Mercedes-like branches on her orange-red hair were blooming into a brilliant flower, "but ...... Why is my sister so sad?"

Mercedes didn't answer her question right away, just pinched the broken strings together, and the green light flashed, and the rough strings were restored to their original state.

"Doesn't I look like a human now, Dinaca?"

Even if you can't see my sister's ears, there won't be anyone in the human race who is as beautiful as us. Dinaca's eyes brightened.

The Elven King stood up, and the gorgeous natural world of Eore was still dotted with many royal elves who were sealed in ice. Five hundred years ago, her curse was evenly distributed to all the royal families, and now the power of the curse has diminished over time. The strongest of the royal family have been able to break through the seal - but the weakening of the curse also shows that the seal of the dark mage is constantly weakening. Having experienced that chaotic and crazy troubled time, she didn't know what she hoped would be for those clansmen to break the ice. Or sleep forever in a curse.

"Harmaniya...... What a good child, how could he become like this?" Mercedes sighed, in the east of Eore, the eastern Rinhai, is the main territory of the elves. During the five hundred years that Eore was in a sealed state, in order to gain control of the eastern Rinhai, Harmaniah actually adopted this method-

"Sister, what should come will always come. ”

"But that would shed a lot of blood—whether it be the blood of the elves or the blood of other races. I've seen enough. ”

"If the Dark Mage does show up and we still don't have unity...... We're going to lose more. ”

Mercedes tossed the guitar aside and pressed it against his forehead. "I don't know!" he said bitterly, "but I, I can't see this qiē - if it had been in the past, Fried, he would have had a way......"

Dinaca flipped through his memories: "Fried. The human who made a pact with the Dragon Emperor?"

"He promised me a goodbye day - but I never thought it would be!" Mercedes squealed in a low voice. The child with the black wings emblem that day, almost exactly the same as Fried, and the young onyx dragon beside him came to mind.

"He can't be the dragon god. "It was because he didn't bear the curse that he wouldn't be alive today." The lifespan of the human race cannot be that long. ”

"He never broke his promise...... Maybe he doesn't know who he is now—"

"-That's it!" said Dinaca, plucking up his courage, "even if he is the dragon god, he doesn't know who he really is, that's why he joined the organization of the Winged Demons! Now we are facing the pressure of the blood of the elves to flow less and less in the infighting!"

Mercedes lowered his arm covering his face and looked calm. With such an expression, it shouldn't belong to the Elf King.

She looked in the direction of Eore's exit, where a small group of elite knights of the Holy Emperor Knights stood guard, protecting Eore whose ability to protect himself had been weakened by the curse. At this moment, the middle-aged knights looked at the two beautiful-looking elves with puzzled expressions, but they could not understand the content of their elven language.

The spears in the hands of several knights made a slight clattering sound, and a black shadow rushed into Eore.

The elite knights relaxed their weapons, it was not the enemy.

Haring didn't care about the few human powerhouses around her, she rushed straight in front of Mercedes, and performed an impeccable elven etiquette.

"King, the Captain of the Lovian Legion has arrived. In addition to himself, there is also his demon apprentice and a human from the Flying Flower Courtyard who is tasked with protecting him. ”

Mercedes restored the Elven King's due dignity, and she nodded, "Come in." ”

Although Lovien had imagined the elven capital and fairyland countless times in the past, the size of Eore was only the size of an ordinary village. But when he actually stepped into this sacred land of the elves, he realized how narrow his imagination was.

Eore was in a one-way space, like a tiny soap bubble twisted into the world of Osiria. This is the space miracle created by those incredibly powerful elf kings in ancient times in history. Walking here, the fluctuations of various elements that were dozens of times stronger than the outside world slowed down his pace. But he didn't have time to pay attention to that.

After passing through the magnificent arch carved by agate and silver threaded for decades, the first thing that captured his attention was the ornate and modest harp behind the elven king Mercedes. At first glance, it seems to be just an ordinary harp, and although it is elegantly shaped, its beauty can still be touched by human skill. But among the strings entwined by thousands of crystal filaments, there are many translucent magical spirits that can be clearly seen.

This is a life form that the magical element has evolved over a long period of time in a calm world, just as a peak fifth-level great mage can give wisdom to the magical element in the body. However, the magic elves here show that in the past hundreds of years, no elves have forcibly absorbed magic elves for the rapid improvement of magic, and if such elves appear in the world of humans or demons, they will be regarded as a priceless treasure to increase their power and coveted by countless greedy people. When Luo Wei'an cultivated the dark essence in his early years, he had also absorbed living magic spirits. But he had never seen if many magical elves appeared in such a small space. As far as the eye can see, whether it is the harp of the Elf King or the sky lake, there are those exquisite and mysterious translucent life.

And the harp, with its seemingly smooth surface, is embossed with countless extremely subtle elven words and patterns—all the history of the elves since the creation of the world. Among the intelligent beings of Osiria, only the elves have a complete history, and the other qiē civilizations have lost part of their past due to the turmoil of various worlds. And the harp, with its seemingly smooth surface, is embossed with countless extremely subtle elven words and patterns—all the history of the elves since the creation of the world. Among the intelligent beings of Osiria, only the elves have a complete history, and the other qiē civilizations have lost part of their past due to the turmoil of various worlds. (To be continued......)