Wren's knowledge of the elves was limited to a few books and contact with the elves, so even though he had dealt with the dark elves and had a snow elf wife, his knowledge of the race was still very limited. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Rachel's form is poor, and Wren can clearly feel it. Her body and soul are shrinking little by little, like a beautiful flower, facing a desperate situation of withering. In particular, the mutation of her blood caused Wren to feel strongly worried.

In this case, he saw the sudden arrival of Kirton, and heard the other party's pointed words, and his heart became heavier.

Taking a deep look at Rachel, he got up and followed Kirton out of the vinehouse.

The two of them stood on a thick tree trunk, surrounded by green leaves and fluttering snowflakes. The snowflakes melted automatically at a distance of three meters from them, and an invisible aura spread around them.

Kirton looked into the distance in silence, and when he followed his gaze, he could only see a patch of white, until the end of the world. There was a complex glow in his eyes, some reluctant, some angry, some distressed, and more sad. Then Huo Ran turned to Wren and looked at it for a long time before sighing dejectedly.

At this moment, Wren clearly felt that the other party's aura had withered, and he seemed to be several years old. This made Wren's mood even heavier, and he could guess that Kirton must know more than he did. And his performance like this shows that Rachel is in a bad situation, and it is likely to be related to himself.

Thinking of the bits and pieces since getting along, Wren has a heart-wrenching pain, a sour nose, and an urge to cry.

"Rachel does it all for you. Kirton spoke suddenly.

Wren took a few deep breaths before suppressing the emotions that wanted to be vented in his body. He stood silently beside Kirton, listening to the other's words.

"Not long after you entered the Holy Spring, I found Rachel, and she insisted on waiting for you by the Holy Spring...... You should know all of this. Kirton looked up, his eyes dark, but there was an indescribable heaviness in his words, "But what most people don't know is that she came to me and her mother in private, and she said......"

Wren held his breath, though he saw Kirton abruptly stop his voice. He didn't prompt, because he could hear the other man's breathing, which suddenly became deep, and felt the intense emotion in Kirton's body.

After a full five minutes, Kirton leaned his body against the trunk of the tree next to him like a deflated ball, and said bitterly: "She wants to use the secret method of the snow elves to turn her into a living form with spirit and flesh, even if the probability of success is only one in a thousand!"

Wren changed color slightly, and he turned his head to look at Kirton. Kirton also looked at him, and said word by word: "Rachel wants to become the same spiritual body as you humans, because, my lovely silly daughter, she has never said it on her lips, but in her heart she has always regarded you as a big hero and a big man, heh, how can the human race that can be favored by the tree god be the same as us, your strength and your specialness make her proud and sad......"

Kirton talked for a long time, and his words carried a little resentment towards Wren. But Wren was not angry at all, and all he had was full of guilt.

He recalled the bits and pieces of their acquaintance, and from beginning to end, the status of the two seemed to be unequal. Rachel was first given to him as a "key", and later returned to the tribe and was used by her people as a bargaining chip to curry favor with the Tree God. Perhaps for other women, they would have endured and become accustomed to this status, but Rachel was clearly different. Wren still remembers her coldness and arrogance when the two first met, which shows her sensitivity and vulnerability. Later, she was weak and weak, with little presence, as if she had become a vassal of Wren. In this case, the more dazzling Wren is, the more inferior she will be. The worst thing is that Wren, who has never had experience in this area, did not notice his wife's mentality at all, and occasionally commanded him, which made Wren feel annoyed when he recalled it now.

The sadness on Kirton's face grew, he looked at Wren, and said: "Although she never said it, I can understand her feelings, as she said, your talent and potential are rare in the history of the elf race, and she is destined to be difficult to accompany you forever, and may even become a drag on you, so she would rather spend her life at the cost of looking for that glimmer of hope, so that she can transform into a spirit body and give birth to a child for you." ”

Wren's heart flared as if he had been struck hard by a heavy hammer.

Kirton's voice grew smaller: "Her mother and I tried to stop it, but she did it anyway...... She failed, and she may have less than a month to live......"

Halfway through his speech, Cotton choked up and couldn't say any more. He looked up at the distant sky, and after a few minutes of silence, he finally said, "Spend time with her, I hope she can be happy in the last days." ”

Wren froze in place, his heart throbbing, and before he knew it, his face was covered with tears.

The boy doesn't flick when he has tears, just because he hasn't reached the sad place.

Remorse and distress took over every inch of Wren's chest, making him feel pain like never before.

In the distance, Chris's figure swept past a treehouse, and after a while, he reached an inaccessible canyon in the middle of the snowfield, and roared in the sky, but there was uncontrollable sadness on his face.

......

Rachel's story couldn't be hidden, and before she even woke up, the news spread throughout the snow elf tribe. Even Taianda and Tigrazo, who were outside, received the news, and the two used the magic of the summons to question Wren, and he prevaricated. Barbara also returned to the Snow Elf tribe with her younger brother.

"Is my sister-in-law's matter serious, could there be any other way to cure her?" asked Barbara eagerly. In the past three years, he has developed a friendship with Rachel, and recognized the existence of this sister-in-law from the bottom of his heart.

Wren had buried his emotions in his heart, and he smiled and shook his head.

The green dragon hanging upside down on the tree of life spoke, "I have collected a lot of precious potion materials, will it be useful?"

Wren shook his head and thanked it for its kindness.

He tried his best these days, but he couldn't find a glimmer of hope. Unlike other creatures, the Snow Elves are created from the Tree of Life and are special half-spirit bodies. This means that they would normally not be able to produce offspring with other races, and it also shows that some potions that have great effects on other creatures have no effect on them.

Perhaps, the only hope is in the tree of life, but it has never been restored. Wren sighed regretfully.

Just when he was on the verge of despair, Eric suddenly appeared with a look of surprise. (To be continued.) )