The blue of winter may be just a term used by the elves to divide the season, but when the tide of blue beasts swept in, Birmingham finally knew that this represented the disaster of the ultramarine elves for thousands of years, and hundreds of blue beasts occupied Birmingham's field of vision, they jumped high between the slender branches, and their sturdy figures were like phantoms in the night sky, ethereal. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Without warning, the elves had already set up their longbows, and the emerald green streamers weaved a large net before Birmingham's eyes, surging towards the blue beasts in the dense forest.

The ultramarine elves boasted of their archery skills, which could shoot fast beasts even in the leafy jungle, but that was only the past, for none of the sharpshooters today had a sharp arrow that hit the blue that ran through the forest, and the emerald green arrows fell in the empty grass and landed behind the blue.

Birmingham's eyes widened, the scene in front of him almost subverted his perception of the elven marksman, if it weren't for the solemn look on the face of each elf, Birmingham would have wondered if these elves were releasing water, with each arrow missing, the tide of blue unhurried advance, the icy chill gradually swirled around, the emerald green leaves were covered with a thick layer of frost, the crystal clear ice flowers spread in the forest, and the winter quietly came to the ultramarine forest with the blue pace.

"Friend, we need your help. The Elven King's voice sounded behind Birmingham, and the towering trees responded with a thunderous roar, intertwined roots sticking out of the deep soil, and branches of different thicknesses waving in the Elven King's cry.

Ultramarine magic, ancient tree guards, tall treemen used their wooden bodies to block the rushing blue torrent, frost spread on the branches, green green into ice, but the treemen still did not stop their mission, dense branches waved among the beasts, bringing up several blue beast shadows, the roar sounded in the blue beasts, the sharp fangs nailed to the waving branches, making a crisp sound, the solid branches were suddenly covered by frost, cracked into pieces of crystal stump, and the frost did not stop spreading because of the broken branches, and spread towards the tall body of the treemen at a speed visible to the naked eyeAs an ancient tree guardian turned into ice, the obstructive situation collapsed in an instant, and a huge gap appeared in front of everyone's eyes, and the rushing blue torrent finally landed their fangs and frost on the log square.

Just when Birmingham was amazed at the agility of these blue beasts, the elves on the log square had already changed to sharp short swords when the tree people were breached, and the exquisite wing-shaped gauntlets spread out at the handles, and the dazzling light flashed on the blades.

Seeing the formation of the elves, the blue throat let out an excited roar, both are races with good speed, the moment the hand-to-hand battle is a battle that cannot be captured with the naked eye, the intermittent sonic boom sounded in the log square, even if Birmingham and the others wanted to intervene, but they were forced to retreat by the afterimage on the field, only the oil painter showed a curious look, carefully observed the battle between the two sides, and then quickly frowned.

"Mr. Birmingham, I feel that this beautiful elven king is right, this kind of beast can indeed only be solved by mortals. ”

The oil painter's brainless words brought the battle on the field to an end, and the exquisitely sharp short sword did not leave a trace of scars on the pale blue smooth fur, but several elves turned into eternal ice and shattered.

Seeing the casualties of his people, the elven king took Birmingham's hand, turned and retreated without a trace of nostalgia, and the white arm waved slightly, and the dense bushes stretched out from the square of logs, converging into a green wall, blocking the blue footsteps.

Although the slippery start made Birmingham a little uneasy, the elven king's choice of retreat still made Birmingham suppress the desire in his heart, and turned to the elf king who was hurrying forward.

"Honorable Elven King, you retreat like this. ”

"Is it a little bit lost to the face of the ultramarine elves?" the elven elder who followed behind him trotted behind Birmingham with a thick dossier.

"Ah, that's not what I meant. Birmingham said embarrassedly.

Instead, the Elven Elder smiled, "Mr. Birmingham is not the first person to say this, the last mortal with an eagle in his hand said so. Even in the process of running, his tone was still unhurried, and he was steady, as if he was not a flood beast but a docile big cat, and Birmingham had nothing else to say except for a capital letter in Birmingham's attitude towards the elven elven elder, but Tina noticed some information from the elven elven elder's mouth.

"Once upon a time, there were also people with eagles?" asked Tina, confused, not noticing that they had left the log square and stepped onto a wide crossroads, and the scenery on both sides had become towering giant trees, and the tall main city of the royal court was also clear among the trees.

"Yes, the blue of winter has happened twice, and this time is the third time, and there were two groups of people before you came. The elven elder pointed upwards and held the dossier that was about to fall because of running, and spoke slowly.

"Twice!" Little Ellie was a little disappointed, she thought they were lucky, it turned out that there had been two, of course, if Little Ellie knew that each of these two times was separated by thousands of years, I am afraid she would not think so, which also confirmed the eternal characteristics of the elf race from the side, thousands of years of time in their eyes is just a small part of a long life, and the race that walks with the dragon is not an exaggeration.

"And how are they?" Tina continued.

"Well, let me think about it, it's like they're all dead. Elder Jingliang looked at Birmingham and the others who had different expressions when they heard his answer, could it be that he remembered it wrong?

"Both... Are they all dead?" Birmingham swallowed, a little unsure.

"Of course, they are all dead, by the way, they all feel that it is too embarrassing to retreat like this, so they stay and fight to the death with Canglan, the result is naturally conceivable, I remember, this place seems to be the second batch of places where an epic hero died in battle, it seems to be called a bone crusher, and I have forgotten it for too long. The elven elder knocked his head in distress, not noticing the sudden acceleration of Birmingham and the others, and even the oil painter's face that had been interested when he heard that an epic hero had died on the gravel road under his feet was a little ugly, and his steady pace unconsciously accelerated.

The quickening of the pace of the people resulted in the ivory-white gates of the Eternal Court appearing at the end of the stone road, and Birmingham never dreamed that there would be such a tall castle in the middle of the island.

The ring-shaped city wall stands tall, like an insurmountable chasm, and like a deep rift, dividing the forest, behind it is a dense forest vegetation full of primitive atmosphere, and in front of him is a highly developed civilized society, and Birmingham also noticed that the towering battlements have already exposed sharp arrows, and on the city walls on both sides, there are already standing with solemn ultramarine elves, just when Birmingham and others followed the elf king through the city gate, a huge landing sound sounded, and the bluestone slab without a little gap fell heavily, blocking the city gate when it came。

"King, the rest of the kings are already waiting for you in the council chamber. An elf who had been waiting for a long time immediately stepped forward and delivered the news to the beautiful elf king.

The elven king, who was holding Birmingham's hand, nodded, let go of his hand, and said to the elf, "Take them to rest, and I will go to the council chamber with them later." The elf who reported looked at Birmingham clearly, and the look of pity in his eyes could not be more obvious.

Hey, we're not dead yet, and who said we're going to die, but what's going on with the other kings? Trying to suppress his urge to fool that elf with a fireball technique, he followed weakly, and finally began to take a good look at this civilization located in the forest, and the culture of the elves was also displayed in Birmingham's eyes at this moment.

Unlike the human race, the streets of the elven castle can almost be called deserted, there are no shops and storefronts in the mouth of mortals, some are just elven warriors who hurriedly walk, and the elven clan admires nature, so that some towering giant trees and swaying flowers can still be seen in the city, even if there are some exquisite statues standing on both sides of the street, they are also hung with green vines, without walking a few steps, Birmingham will see all the scenery of the elf castle, I am afraid that only the tall palace at the end of the main road can attract Birmingham's attention.

"Mortal envoy, the former Eternal Royal Court is not like this, the former Royal Court can be said to be the most beautiful place in the Pan Continent, but unfortunately everything was ruined by the blue blue. The elf who led the way saw the boredom in Birmingham's eyes, and explained carefully.

"By the way, I haven't explained myself yet, I'm the chief of the guard of the ninth Elven King, and you can call me Ishtis Red Moon. Elf Red Moon said decently to Birmingham and the others.

Sure enough, there was more than one elf king in this ultramarine, and Birmingham could finally be sure of the question he had been asking all along, while Little Ellie was more simple and rude, asking the question directly.

"You ultramarines have a lot of elven kings?"

"Of course, we have twenty-four permanent kings, and sixty-one hermit kings, a total of eighty-five elven kings, and we are bringing you in the midst of the kings, Your Majesty the Song of Solomon. Talking about his eighty-five elf kings, Hongyue's longing on his face, becoming an elf king is the end of every elf's life's struggle.

Eighty-five elf kings, Birmingham finally knew at this moment why it was the elf king who received him, and it was not his identity that made the elf king attach great importance to it, but the elf king was panicked.

"The living, eighty-five elf kings is already a small number, I remember that there were more than three hundred elf kings of the ultramarine clan in the past, and it seems that the attack of the blue has caused them heavy losses. The lantern man's opening allowed the secrets of the elves to unfold before Birmingham's eyes.