Compared with the wonderful scenery in front of Birmingham, the things encountered by Tina and the others seemed much more monotonous, not only because the unchanged snow scene had made everyone a little aesthetically fatigued, but more importantly, after Birmingham risked his life to lead away the blue army, they had circled the iceberg three times, but still did not find the entrance to the iceberg, and the windranger's face was already covered with a layer of restlessness. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Your Excellency Regent, we don't have time. When the search was fruitless again, the ancient elf of the little Shota's appearance stopped, and the aimless search already made him a little impatient, as if the blue army had turned around and was rushing towards this place.

The regent Yaoyue glanced at the impatient Windranger, although he couldn't see anything on the surface, but he had already given a bad label to this ancient elf in his heart, but no matter how dissatisfied and disdainful he was, our Lord Regent still dutifully played the role of his own narrator.

"Great Windranger, you should know that my knowledge of this world is still only at the stage of books, and my understanding of this iceberg is even less than that, so it is still up to you to rely on your strength in this regard. ”

The intention of the regent Yaoyue's shirk is obvious, but the windwalker is not good to say anything, after all, what the regent said is indeed the truth, and the ancient elf who figured this out is not good to say anything, just silently drooped down, and walked into this magnificent iceberg, the crystal clear ice wall is filled with a bone-chilling cold, and the chill rises up along the smooth wall, forming a white mist lingering around the iceberg, which is why when Birmingham sees this iceberg, there is only a vague scene, but the white fog can't stop the keen vision of the windranger, the fog bypasses the corner of the windranger's clothes, passes through the hair, and looks far away, as if a god slowly returned from above the white clouds, although the appearance of this god was only a child about ten years old, next, this god stretched out his white palm, gently supported on the cold ice wall.

In an instant, the emerald green enveloped the Windranger, and the awkward bytes flew out of the mouth of the ancient elf, and the face of the regent Yaoyue, who had always been unpretentious, finally changed at this moment, it was a mixture of shock and puzzlement, and the female knight Tina just saw several different expressions flashing from the face of the regent Yaoyue, but in the end, it finally returned to the flat, and there was no change.

The chill was to the bone, but it was nothing to the ancient elf, who felt the pulse of this iceberg through his white palm, which was the gift of the elves and the most expensive gift from the goddess of creation to this race, and even the dragon expressed great envy for this gift from the goddess, although the dragon's envy only lasted for a blink of an eye.

Listen to the voice of all things, this is the goddess in creating the ultramarine elves is to give them a unique talent, they can feel the deepest voice of each creature through the palm of their hand, that is the voice of the soul, it is incomparable beauty, even the lowest mortal will have their own moment of blooming beauty, even if that moment is the moment when a mortal's life burns out, in the same way, the noble elves also have a moment of corruption and darkness.

The goddess of creation is fair to every creation, this is not just words, nor is it a glorified dogma of glorifying virtue, the goddess bestows the elves with such an enviable talent, but on the contrary, the heavy price that comes with using this talent, even the elves, a long-lived race, are terrified by this price, which is why the dragon is only envious of the kung fu in the blink of an eye.

To listen to the soul, you must first give the soul, and every elf who uses listening loses his soul when he sees the deepest part of things, and this beauty of listening accompanies the death of the elf, even if he is an ancient elven king.

Time seemed to have passed for a long time, and there seemed to be no flow, in the eyes of the female knight and others, the elf king just put his palm on the cold ice, and then closed his eyes, and then, the pair of beautiful eyes slowly opened, the fan-like eyelashes shook gently, and a trace of unknown light flashed in the dark green pupils, hitting the soul of the elf king.

"Let's go. Without a pause, the ten-year-old Elf King uttered an inexplicable remark, his voice still old, but with a tiredness that he had never felt before.

"Which Elven King is it?" asked the Regent Yaoyue thoughtlessly, her tone unusually serious.

"Does it matter?" said the Windranger didn't even lift his eyelids, as if he was feeling a little naïve by the Regent's question, or laughing at the Regent's naivety.

"yes, it's important, because I don't want to take over a mess. The regent squinted his eyes and looked at the iceberg in front of him, a trace of emerald green loomed in the white mist, winding up, and finally stopped not far away, which was the soul of this iceberg, and it was also the gate to enter this iceberg, but unfortunately, the key to this gate cost the long life of an ultramarine elf king.

"Ishtis. Windranger's robe agitated and soared into the air, leaving only four familiar bytes behind.

"Yes, what an unlucky elven king. Regent Yaoyue hooked up a smile, followed closely behind the ancient elf king, although the smile could not be seen by the wind walkers, but the female knight and the others could see it clearly, and a chill was inexplicably sprinkled in his heart with the smile of the regent, and his back was inexplicably cold.

What kind of smile was that, without a trace of emotion, only a deep murderous intent and uncoverable hatred.

"What should I do, Sister Tina?" the little ghost looked at the two elven kings flying up, and asked the opinions of the two people around him, but he didn't realize that the two people he relied on were now immersed in the regent's murderous smile.

When they came back to their senses, the figure of the regent Yaoyue was only a small tail away from them, and little Ellie looked at Tina, and immediately took out a colorful wand from her arms, a wand that could only be used seven times in Birmingham's hand, but in the hand of this little magician, it was tantamount to another arm.

The bodies of the three of them became light with the wave of Little Ellie's wand, even if they did not have the ability to fly, the female knight at this moment could use the power of magic to stand firmly on the crystal iceberg, and continue to rise along the iceberg.

Being in mid-air, with slippery ice on your feet, but walking on the ground, is the power of magic, and one of the magician's introductory spells: weightlessness.

Weightlessness, an introductory spell that can give an object the weight of a feather, only lasts for ten minutes, of course, but for a knight, ten minutes is enough to keep up with the footsteps of the two elven kings.

Grabbing Little Ellie with one hand and the little ghost with the other, the female knight Tina shouted angrily, and the golden glittering light instantly burst out from her body, and her eyes were also covered with red, and then the whole person rushed up along the ice like a sharp arrow, and the golden glittering light pierced through the mist of the white mist and rushed towards the high ridge that no one had reached.

Bless the Light, Warriors Charge!