At the very beginning of the war, snowflakes filled the entire island.

Mu wanted to see the war clearly, but at a critical moment, sleepiness suddenly appeared again.

The hazy picture is pulling the wood to sink and fall asleep.

But it wants to watch this war and doesn't want to sleep there.

The line of sight struggles with sleepiness, and the picture becomes blurry.

In its drowsy consciousness, it seemed to see a figure being shattered.

No, not one!

It's a lot!

A lot!

Wood struggled to open its eyes, trying to see what was going on.

But sleepiness struck like a dragon, entangled it to death, and kept pulling it downward.

One moment, two moments......

The world was shrouded in darkness, and in a trance, the last moment that Mu saw was the cry of an ice elf.

Airplanes!

This time it was longer than ever.

When Mu woke up from the darkness again, Mu was pleasantly surprised to find that he had a little mana in his body.

It's not enough to deliver a single hit, so it can only do some simple actions.

But the appearance of mana means that Mu's injuries are recovering.

He was happy in his heart, but Mu hadn't forgotten the small city of ice elves beneath him.

When it hurriedly looked over, it saw that the town was as old as it was, with no signs of desertion or battle.

Are you all right?

In the small city, there are more and more ice elves cultivating mana.

Angel Academy has expanded a large piece.

Dances that used to be seen are almost extinct here.

Everyone was flying in a hurry, and each ice elf had a sad face, as if something behind them was forcing them to run.

And at the root of all this is a newly erected grave in a corner of the town.

It was quiet, but it was also sad.

It saw that every time Angel Academy recruited students, those children's first stop was always here.

When they graduate, their first stop is here.

This time, the wood had been awake for an unprecedented amount of time.

But Mu sighed, those beautiful smiles, it could rarely be seen on the faces of these ice elves.

First the adult ice elves, then the students, and finally the ice elves who had not yet gone to school, all of them had sullen expressions on their faces.

The environment is the biggest parenting teacher.

It is also the biggest killer.

Smile killer.

Watch them leave from batches of ice elves and come back only one or two.

Mu looked in a trance, as if he had seen the dusk of a small city.

The war began.

But it's not a war with the demons.

That day, the small city of Chunxue burst out with the strength that caught the religious soldiers off guard, and repelled the invaders in one fell swoop.

But because of this, the originally peaceful town was targeted by religion.

Generations of Ice Elf monks have been cultivated in the small town of Spring Snow, resisting the attacks of religious soldiers and supporting the general's war.

It's just a small battlefield.

The bigger battlefield was elsewhere, where the wind and snow were thick and the corpses were piled up.

It is the largest meat grinding ground in the spring snow town.

In this war, Mu barely heard the words of the demon clan.

It's as if you're leaving, giving up this place to the Ice Elves.

But Chunxue Town is a small and remote place after all, and the channels for obtaining information are too single.

Mu sank his heart, and the light of life of his disciple was still there.

It's just that it's too far away to sense the direction of the Leib sacrifice.

Let's hope they're all okay.

Sleepiness slowly crept in again.

Mu knows that this is a self-protection measure for his body.

The next time it wakes up, it will probably be able to move.

The bright moon rose again, and the small city awoke from the silence, and the bustling people gathered with each other to buy and sell.

It's really beautiful when there's no killing.

This sentence floated in Mu's heart, a little bit (this chapter is not finished!) )

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The fluorescence also sprinkled down along the bright moonlight, covering the entire spring snow town.

It hoped that when it woke up again, it would have a happy smile again.

Little by little, the wood quilt fell into a deep sleep, and the ice elves, who were barely squeezing out time from a day's work, suddenly raised their heads.

The veil-like moonlight was reflected in the beautiful pupils of the ice elves.

It seems to be an accident, and it seems to be a yearning for a better future.

The ice elf was nostalgic for the good old days, its white hands reaching out to the sky, its wings slightly fanning, and it swam to the sky with the soft moonlight.

fluttering like a fairy descending, faint like an elf flying.

Fluorescence falls with the dance, the light turns into the ocean, and the elves dance.

"It's beautiful."

A tired ice elf saw the light and muttered to himself.

It's been a long time since they've seen a dance like this.

The ethereal song sounded in the light, and I don't know who was looking at such a beauty, muttering the song of inheritance.

It's a song that has been passed down since the days of the Ice Scorpion.

They move forward, they unite, and they are willing to give everything for their people.

It's a song of selflessness, a song of inheritance, and a song of battle!

But, that song is even more, a song of peace!

It starts with a little fluorescence, then instantly differentiates into an ocean.

Wood slowly revived his consciousness from the ocean, and the flow of mana like the sound of ocean waves resounded in his body.

This time, Ki recovered from his injuries better, and he barely had the ability to move.

All it takes is one more slumber for Wood to leave here and go in search of its lost disciple, the Raib Sacrifice.

But before leaving, let's take care of this Ice Elf Town first.

With this in mind, the wood looked out from the inside, and the light shone through the sun into the shade of the wood.

But Mu was chuckling in his heart, and the ruined ice crystal city came into Wood's eyes.

What happened!

"Woo woo ~ Grandpa Big Tree, my sister is dead, grandma is dead, everyone, all dead."

A young ice elf shrunk and leaned against the wooden body, trembling and crying.

A week ago, most of the Ice Elf monks had gone to the General's support.

Without the general in front of them, they would not be able to survive here.

Therefore, when they knew that the situation was critical for the general, the lord and the dean of the small town led the team to the front line to support without saying a word.

But the next night, religious soldiers who had not been here for a long time suddenly appeared.

They attacked and killed in a frenzy, and there was no choice but to surrender.

If it weren't for the sudden fluorescence that blocked the first wave of those soldiers' attacks, the entire city would have been destroyed.

But, it's gone.

The Xiaoice Ice Elf shrank at the foot of the wood, and the entire Ice Elf was in great pain.

Its home is gone.

One grave after another lined up from the feet of the Xiaoice Elf into the distance.

The sun is still warm, but it has become a grave city.

It, after crying to the big tree grandpa that has always existed, no longer wants to live.

Under the warm sun, the Xiaoice elf raised its head and flapped its wings, wanting to die in the sun.

But here, there's also a tree full of fluorescence.

A tree that bears witness to its constant growth.

"Survive, your home, it's still there."

Sheet 191 Survive, your home is still there