The rain is sprinkled all over the sky, which is the tears of the gods, falling from the sky, and the heaven and the earth are sad!

Ellebella stood in front of the flower garden, speechless for a long time, her silver eyes flashing with sorrow, as if she smelled the death of the elves from the rain of flowers, and before she knew it, tears slipped down.

In fact, why there is such a vision, Ellebella has gradually become aware of it.

The Divine Spirit Grass is nourished by the essence and blood of the gods who died in battle, contains part of the life essence of the war dead, and resides in the residual thoughts and obsessions of the war dead.

Especially the divine spirit grass nourished by the eight imperial blood elves in the past thirty Chinese New Year's Eve, there are blood-colored veins in the leaves and rhizomes, containing the aura of elven imperial blood.

Now, the arrival of the elven king Xingtian, who bears the last imperial blood, and the sympathy with the imperial blood left by the thirty-eight heroic spirits who died in the past year, is why such a scene has appeared.

"Boom", mutation regenerate!

I saw that whether it was the sky-high blood light blooming on Xingtian's body, or the bloody brilliance sprayed on the thirty-eight divine spirit grasses, it skyrocketed by three points again at the same time!

"Who is it?!Who awakened us from the invisible nothingness?"

The vast divine voice sounded in this ruined world, and it turned out to be the ancient elven language!

Ellebella had followed the last elven god back then, and naturally she could hear this language that had long been submerged in history, and her eyes showed a different color for a while, obviously such a change was beyond her expectations.

Unexpectedly...... The thirty-eight Imperial Blood Elves who died in the battle in the past actually had remnants left, and they were never completely wiped out.

Xing Tian was also shocked after hearing the huge divine voice, feeling that the blood of the Elf Emperor in his body was about to boil, and a trace of demonic blood gradually appeared in his eyes.

He...... I can understand these languages as well!

It's like the Elven Emperor's blood itself carries the inheritance of the ancient Elven language, but the moment the divine voice that penetrates the heavens and the earth sounds, a vast amount of information pours into Xingtian's mind, and there is an instant understanding of the elven race.

This...... What kind of inheritance is it?

Could it be that the civilization of the elves is inherited by their blood?

Xing Tian didn't know, in short, the amount of information was too great, and one of his heads was groggy from the impact, and he couldn't help but hug his head and roar!

"Buzz!"

The heavens trembled, and a dark door to space opened in the void that was far away.

Thirty-eight invincible beings with terrifying aura slowly walked out of that space!

Suddenly, the sky and the earth changed!

Some people pointed at each other like a sword, obliquely facing the southern sky......

Some people swallow mountains and rivers, and the starry sky is shattered......

Someone roared in the sky, turning the sun and the moon......

......

Each figure is very terrifying, slowly walking from an eternal unknown.

Among them, the most terrifying person is the one who walks in the front, wearing a broken black battle suit, with long dark green hair hanging down on his shoulders, handsome and martial, with pointed ears on both sides, obviously an elf master.

"Prince Patrick!"

Ellebella covered her mouth, her eyes were full of tears, and her emotions were very uncontrollable: "Great Prince Patrick, I can't imagine that I will have the honor to see you again after endless years!"

With that, Ellebella was already trembling like chaff.

Obviously, these thirty-eight strong men who came from a distant and unknown place are the emperor's blood elves who died in the last years of the primeval era, and at this moment, the divine thoughts have reappeared after endless years, without flesh and blood, without the breath of life, but they have imprinted their invincible heroism in this broken world, which is a wisp of residual thoughts.

Ancient, engraved with the death of the elves!

In the first battle of the primeval world, the elven clan was surrounded by countless strong clans, and it was the elf god and the thirty-eight imperial blood elves who collectively burned their own essence blood and life, and sent the rest of the clan out with one arrow and destroying the void.

In any case, these thirty-eight Imperial Blood Elves are the greatest beings of the entire Elven Clan.

Ellebella was out of control very strictly, and couldn't help but squat on the ground and sobbed softly: "Prince Patrick, the great son of God......"

Apparently, she recognized the man who was at the forefront!

Because...... That is the only son of the elven god, the first general of the elven clan in the last years of the primeval period, the poor and the poor fall into the yellow spring, the conquest of nine heavens and ten earths, is the backbone of the elf clan!

But in the end, he died in the last years of the primeval era.

At this moment, the remnants of the thirty-eight Emperor Blood Elves had already stood still, quietly staring at the pair of men and women in front of the flower garden through the endless void.

Prince Patrick's gaze was on Ellebela, his eyes were turning, as if he was calculating something, and after a long time, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Hi, little Albela, long time no see." ”

He...... It has its own consciousness!

Moreover, Ellebella has been recognized!

Looking at the primeval world, when the elves were exterminated, Ellebella was actually an ignorant little wolf beside the elven god, and at that time, Prince Patrick was already an invincible god of war who commanded nine heavens and ten earths, and it was not an exaggeration to call little Ellebella!

Ellebella was so fragile at this time that she was so vulnerable that when she heard the other party call for her, she immediately wet her eyes with tears and said in a lost voice: "It turns out that you have never been erased, it turns out that you have always been with me!"

Return, O Prince!"

A low sigh rang out in the ruined world.

The thirty-eight Emperor Blood Elves sighed silently, with great compassion on their faces!

"We have already died in the distant primeval world, but a wisp of residual thoughts has witnessed the ...... of the future"

With a shallow smile on the corner of his mouth, Prince Patrick looked at Ellebella deeply, and his gentle voice was full of power, an invisible force that inspired others: "Hurry up, little Ellebela, don't grieve for us, don't cry for us, we fought to the last moment for the sake of the race, you have to be proud of us." ”

Ellebella covered her face with her hands, and it was hard to imagine that an invincible powerhouse who had already been detached could cry so helplessly......

As strong as her, how could she not know that it was the imperial blood in Xingtian's body that awakened the remnants of the thirty-eight imperial blood elves?

It's just that...... I still can't help but have a hint of fantasy.

Nowadays, disillusioned, the whole person can no longer contain the sadness.

"Alas, how can you be the protector of the elves if you are so fragile. ”

Prince Patrick sighed softly, shook his head, and set his eyes on Xingtian not far away, and a trace of surprise suddenly flashed in his eyes: "What pure elven emperor blood!"

Is this the boy who woke us up? It's just that why I smell my mother's breath from him......"

"It is indeed the breath of the Mother of God. ”

A man with black hair scattered and an imposing voice said in a deep voice: "Moreover, he still has the breath of the dragon clan on his body. ”

Saying this, a trace of surprise flashed on the man's face: "No! Not only the breath of the dragon clan, but also many ...... The breath of chaos!

What kind of existence is he?"

On the other side, a middle-aged man frowned: "Could it be ......?"

"Heh, it should be the Child of Destiny.

That despicable man still left a back hand after all, should I hate his mistakes, or should I rejoice in the back hand he left behind?"

Prince Patrick bowed his head and smiled like a cry on his face: "When my mother died in battle, she tore through the cycle of time and saw a corner of the future, and predicted that there would be a man who carried her life and would be born in the distant future on the eve of the storm, that ...... Will be the last of the Imperial Blood Elves!

Therefore, my mother left behind an angry curse - sooner or later, the elves who bear the glory of nature will return again, and the great king with the imperial blood in his body will appear again, and when the new king returns, it will kick off the prelude to the return of the elves!

If the elves return, they will kill all the dogs who bear me today!

The fury of the elves will burn the earth, and the smoke of war will engulf a qiē!

Although there is only one imperial blood left, the one who subverts the world will definitely be the king who returns!"

Speaking of this, Prince Patrick looked deeply at Xingtian and said softly, "Could it be that she is the one in the curse issued by her mother?"

He was born on the eve of the storm carrying my mother's life?"

"That's right. ”

An old man floated and sank in the void: "That despicable man provoked a war on the eve of the storm, and in the face of the rebuke of the great Divine Mother, he was extremely calm, saying that he would make up for the heavens, but only if he ...... The evil civilization we live in is dead forever......

His method of mending the heavens, not surprisingly, was the crazy plan full of sins proposed by Xuanwu back then.

Seemingly...... They did it anyway. ”

"No matter what, he is the one who carries the future of our elven race, and the son of prophecy who carries his mother's life is a well-deserved elf king!"

Prince Patrick cut off everyone's discussion with a word, looked at Xingtian deeply, and suddenly shouted: "Wake up, wake up, wake up!"

With three loud shouts, the shattered world began to crumble again......

As if he had been empowered, he shouted three times, and suddenly woke up the whole person in a sluggish state!

"Huh!"

Xingtian's eyes were bright, and with a long roar, he endured the endless pain of the burning blood of the Elf Emperor in his body, and cast his eyes on the remnants of the thirty-eight Emperor Blood Elves in the sky!

"Who are you!? Why do I feel sad when I see you!"

Xingtian roared angrily, and the strange thing was that when he opened his mouth, what he said was actually the ancient elf language!

At this moment, Xing Tian looked at those people in the void, and his heart was very painful!

Heart-rending pain!

It's like ...... Watching his loved ones fall in front of his eyes, his whole heart was dripping blood.

In the void, a female elf dressed in exquisite battle armor said softly: "It's not that you are grieving, but that the clear and flawless heart in your chest that belongs to the elf clan is crying sadly. ”

"And because we are your people. ”

Prince Patrick laughed, his eyes curved into a crescent moon, and he suddenly bowed to Xingtian: "Great Elf King, Patrick salutes you. ”

The remnants of the remaining thirty-seven Emperor Blood Elves actually bowed down to Xingtian at the same time at this moment!

......