The wind in the cave, blowing the old red rock Morris trembled in the wind, and the underground cave, even in early summer, was so cold.

The little food just now, the warmth that once brought is gone, leaving only an indescribable longing and indescribable despair.

It is said that the sea elves originally had a magnificent castle under the sea.

And the current cave is indeed in the city under the sea. It's just that the city under the sea that once stood no longer exists, and the broken dome and pillars whisper the glory of the past, in the past. It is said that the castle also possesses mysterious powers that shelter the people of the past.

But now, after thousands of years, the mysterious power has disappeared, and countless cunning and ferocious sea beasts on the bottom of the sea have begun to feed on their original owners.

The population has been plummeting until now it is on the verge of extinction.

Morris looked at her fellow human who was shaking in the cave.

Twenty-three of their compatriots, and that was the last of the population, and mostly children, the last adult companions, had died in battle during the last hunt.

Morris sighed and took out the long fork, which was the weapon found in the city of the sea.

Even if there was only one person, she would have to fight for the tribe.

The shadow of the light is cast through the sea.

Morris had been hiding in the darkness, when the sea was silent, heavy and cold, with a strong smell of salt.

Morris stared at a fish, and she lurked still. It wasn't until she jerked it up as it passed.

Fish were attacked. Struggling. A trace of blood permeated the air.

Morris pounced on it and grabbed it. Sucking blood.

Blood is not only a nutritional supplement, but more importantly, it does not allow the smell of blood to spread, and almost at the same time, she looks around timidly.

The level below the surface of the sea is still dark and quiet.

After a moment, she breathed a sigh of relief, and at this moment, a cold psychic voice appeared as the sea fluctuated: "Sure enough, I found it!"

"No!" Morris screamed in her mind.

Under the sea. They all spoke to their hearts.

Quickly drop the fish. She took out her fork and there were waves in the water, but in the shadows, she felt terrified, and six fishmen appeared in front of her with weapons.

"By the gift of God, by the smell of blood. I will find you. A fish-man sacrifice, said proudly.

Just yesterday, her last companion was found and had her abdomen cut off. Big mouths, the guts dragged a bright red trail in the clean water.

It was an invitation to a banquet, a cry of death.

I'm not afraid of death, but I can't.

Morris turned around desperately, swimming desperately. The pressure of the tumbling water made her miserable, but she didn't look back.

I can't die, I can't die, my tribe. I'm the only adult.

She swam hard. Fear rolls in the heart, but there is no object to pray to.

The sea elves have long since been godless.

At this moment, there was a sharp pain in his back, and in the blink of an eye, another pain.

Blood suddenly overflowed.

Desperate, Morris continued to stumble forward, her mouth fluttering.

The blood continued to flow, and her movements became slower and slower.

Perhaps for her, she struggled in the dark for countless hours, but in the eyes of the fish-man, her movements became slower and slower, and finally she just subconsciously insisted on swimming.

A fish-man grimly smiled and raised his fork.

"No, I can't die. My tribe. I'm the only adult. Although Morris was becoming more and more unconscious, she was also aware of the situation.

No, you can't die!

I'm dead, and the children won't live.

That's when it happened. Born of mutation.

The endless golden light exploded violently, and in just one moment, the six fishmen were violently torn apart.

With that, Anion emerges in the water.

It held out its hand, and the sea elf's wound healed quickly, and memories flowed into its heart.

In a moment, Anion let out a roar.

Morris who opened her eyes violently. See. With this roar, the sea rolled up, and she looked at the golden creature in front of her in a trance.

An inexplicable premonition made her heart pound. But he did not dare to speak.

In between this hesitation, this golden creature. Enveloping her with a ball of light. And through a sea of sea, fearlessly charged forward.

Morris knew that ahead was the base of the fishmen, who had occupied the ruins of the sea elves' underwater city.

The golden creature moved very quickly, and everywhere it went, a dozen fish-men tried to intercept it, but they were immediately torn to shreds.

As they approached a ruin, a water elemental emerged from the waves.

This is a water elemental whale, and its form is a whale composed of water elements, but Morris has never seen such a terrifying creature, its wide mouth, which can swallow a ship.

Transparent water-made fins appear on its back, like giant sails.

This is a gift from the god of the fish-people to the fish-people. Morris's heart throbbed.

But all this, it doesn't work at all. Morris could see a spear emerge out of thin air in the golden creature's hand, and then threw it violently.

"Boom!" There was a loud bang, and the water elemental whale exploded into countless fragments, each fragment, screaming and churning, trying to reunite, but it was completely in vain, and after a while, the fragments died one after another. Read the book all in the book bar, than o muscle Gong Shan

At that moment, another huge tentacle stretched out from the bottom of the sea, and Morris's eyes widened. Unbelievably, on the camp of the fish-people, there is a kind of terrifying marine animal, the magic octopus.

At that moment, the golden creature reached out and pointed. The utterance was a transient word.

The demon octopus, which had just crawled out, let out a silent hiss, and the tentacles struggled desperately.

For a moment, the silent screaming stopped. The tentacle hung down, and it died.

The golden creature continued to move forward, the flames actually rose in the sea, hundreds of fish-people rolled in the flames, and Morris actually heard a familiar voice, it was the fish-man's brain Delek, a powerful fish-man, at this time, it was rolling wildly in the water, the pain made it crazy, but the flames did not give it time, when the fire took its body. As she disappeared from view, Morris shuddered.

After the slice was cut, Morris said in her heart: "Meat is meat." ”

Hearing this, the golden creature turned its head and stared at her with golden eyes, and for a moment, fear froze Morris.

After that, the flames disappear and new powers are created. One by one, the fish-men screamed in the water and were torn apart.

Morris was bathed in a sweet, heavy, and seductive smell of blood.

Morris pounced. A hand plunges deep into the body of a moving fish-man, rips off a piece of fish, and throws the food into his mouth.

"Meat is meat," Morris muttered between chews, unoblivious to the screams around her.

Wait until she's full. By this time, the entire camp had fallen silent.

Morris stood up and looked at the golden creature, which didn't resemble herself, with no tail or fins, but the call from her blood made her suddenly understand everything.

It's the elves. It's the elves. Finally, there are elves who have become gods.

My grandfather, who died under the shark, I told you that he had a god.

Father who died under the fish-man, I'm going to tell us that we have God.

Starving to death Mother, I'm going to tell you that we have God.

Fellows of the Fishmen who died in battle, I want to tell you that you have God.

One day, too, I will tell my children that we have God.

The intense feelings filled her heart, and she couldn't speak for a long time, and after a while, she remembered a sentence that had been passed down from generation to generation 10,000 years ago. But never said it.

She knelt down and wiped all the blood away. His demeanor was solemn, and his attitude was respectful and pious: "Sea Elf Clan, the patriarch of the forty-one branch of the Fikena Clan. Morris meets Her Highness. ”

"May we serve you from generation to generation, and may you befriend us from generation to generation. At this, tears welled up.

A ray of golden light pierced through the blue-green waters, sparkling.

Anion was silent, and in the distance, the rock beneath the sea level appeared before his eyes again, a hole.

The mouth of the cave was covered with moss, and the twenty-three sea elves were silently waiting, waiting for Morris to return, she was their all hope.

God's eyes could see that they were hungry. But they didn't say a word.

Wait, or die.

There was a moment of silence. A smile slowly appeared on Ahn Koen's face, and he said, "My name is Ahn Nion. I am your Lord, O spirit of the sea. Your God, I will protect you, and I will bring you into my kingdom. ”

After speaking, the golden light flashed. Twenty-three sea elf hatchlings that were originally in the cave suddenly appeared here.

The sea elf hatchlings first looked around vigilantly. After a moment, I saw Morris.

Morris said goodbye: "Thank you, Your Highness Aannion. My God. ”

Then, he beckoned to the sea elf hatchlings.

The sea elf hatchlings obeyed the order and pounced. The corpses of the fish-men were hideous and floating, but they ignored them all, desperately tearing off the flesh and devouring it.

Anion looked at these and smiled.

In Anion's eyes, it can be seen. Behind him, there is a huge black gas, which condenses the shadows of countless elves, old and young, men and women, most of whom are dead.

Compared to Ezca's savings back then, it was only a quarter, and the rest was consumed in the battle with the Lord of Radiance.

Their forms are horrible, their shadows distorted, and they cry: "My lord, my lord, kill all the humans!"

This countless darkness is the combination of all the prayers and personal grievances of the elves for tens of thousands of years, and as long as it is digested, the godhead of the elves can be condensed, because this is the last prayer of countless elves.

And at this time, a quarter of the black qi now, the resentful spirits of countless sea elves, had stopped shouting, and they were watching the twenty-three small sea elf hatchlings to eat.

Gradually, tears also appeared in their eyes. The twisted soul calmed down, showering in the light of Ahn Woung.

Incredibly powerful, gradually assimilated by the Light, purified, and absorbed.

This is not the first, nor is it the last, but now, with the tears and piety of this sea elf in front of me, and the twenty-three sea elf hatchlings in front of me to eat, it means. The Sea Elves Clan, seventy percent of the tribe, have been concentrated.

One of the four elves, the sea elves return.

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