Chapter 113: Memories of the Vulcan Moth

In the small cave, the Vulcan Moth tried its best to support its body and let itself release more light and heat to dispel the darkness outside the cave.

"Mimi!"

"Woohoo!"

"Quack!"

Behind him came all kinds of immature voices, and the Vulcan Moth slowly turned around, trying not to let its wings touch the rock wall, its body stiffened like a machine without lubricating oil, and every movement seemed to be difficult.

When it turned around, it could be seen that its wings with its back to the outside were in tatters, and the six wings, the bottom wing on the left and the middle wing on the right were all that remained of the crimson roots, which was a fatal injury for a flying elf, and if it was not healed in time, it would lose the ability to fly forever.

But the Vulcan Moth doesn't care anymore, its home is ruined, and its only purpose is to protect these cubs in front of it.

Looking at the frightened and hungry cubs in front of him, the Vulcan Moth was full of guilt, and it tried to lower its body as much as possible, using its broken wings to block the darkness.

"Buzz, buzz!" (Hungry?) Let's go to dinner! ）

The cubs cheered, and hurriedly ran to the end of the cave, where there was a pile of dried tree fruits, this was the only food left, the fire god moth knew that their taste was not good, dry, with a strange smell, and even no nutrition, can only barely eat, but there is really no way, it is already old, and it has been hit hard, can only barely maintain the status quo, protect everyone, and look forward to the support of other partners.

Looking at the cubs lining up to eat food in an orderly manner, Vulcan Moth's thoughts kept flying, and it seemed that he had returned to the heyday of his hometown.

Above the dome of his hometown, there are flames and feathers of the flame birds, which are one of the three sacred birds, and they are born with the ability to regulate the climate and stabilize the environment.

The blazing flames easily balanced the silent volcano, cut off the possibility of its awakening, and absorbed the escaped volcanic energy to create a world of fire and vitality.

In the memory of the fire god moth, the hometown is not big, and there are not so many elves in life, but there is rich vegetation here, even if you pull up a handful of grass from the ground, it is a delicacy that contains fire energy, not to mention all kinds of berries and tree fruits.

Sweet, hot, and full of energy, it makes the elves salivate.

And everyone is living very well under the rule of the Nine-Tails, life is quiet and peaceful, except for the occasional elves who go out through the secret passage, which will cause waves when they return, time seems to stand still here.

Until that day comes.

Thinking of this, the Vulcan Moth was still terrified.

It was as calm as ever, and a newlywed duck-billed fire dragon couple came with their elf eggs to ask for knowledge about hatching and raising, and the fire god moth, who had brought cubs all his life, naturally welcomed it, just as it was talking about the rise.

The temperature in the space rose suddenly, and even the plants that were very heat-tolerant dried up and died in an instant, and the elves jumped up in fear, looking for the reason, and the usually fertile land instantly dried up and cracked.

In the next second, a great earthquake trembled, the cracks in the road were red, and the scorching heat surged, and the cubs that were accidentally touched fell down with a wail, and then the scorching bright red magma emerged, turning this space into a bright sea of fire, and the volcano that had been silent for many years showed signs of awakening, and many elves suffered disasters.

Not all fire spirits can swim in the lava, the first to bear the brunt is its old friend Coal Turtle, the old guy who loves to sleep and use smoke to turn into smoke rings to tease the cubs, just woke up and fell into the crack and turned into a fireball.

When the crack struck, the Vulcan moth flapped its wings and flew high, rushing to take refuge with the elven eggs and elven cubs in its own place before the magma erupted.

Just when it was in a hurry, completely unaware of where to go, the magma erupted, and pillars of lava and fire emerged, dividing the earth, like a heavenly punishment from the gods, punishing the world, and the high temperature that broke out in an instant was unbearable for the fire elves.

At the critical moment, the king of the secret realm, the Nine-Tails, attracted the flames of the flame bird with his own strong power to quell the magma, and the flames that were hanging high in the past burst out with amazing power, and the red energy visible to the naked eye was extracted from the magma, and the magma pillar that pierced the dome quickly cooled and turned into a black rock pillar, and at the same time lost the heat and light in the secret realm, and the sudden drop in temperature also made all the elves feel uncomfortable, and the flame that broke out was as weak as a candle flame, but this did not affect everyone's cheers for the king.

It was a demon who tore apart the joy of the rest of his life.

The ground was shattered, and what was exposed to the ground was a giant snake, with a flat and hideous head, a thick body that was black and full of edges and corners, and a series of red and dazzling ring patterns from beginning to end, it quickly wrapped around the rock pillar and circled upward, came into contact with the king who consumed a lot, and had a fight with the king, the king was suppressed by it because of excessive consumption and a sharp decline in strength.

The remaining elves rushed at their enemies with a furious wrath, and the Vulcan Moth was no exception, flapping its wings with rage and flapping its wings towards the monster.

However, the flames they were proud of had little effect in front of that monster, and the flames of molten gold and iron in the past could only make the ring of fire on its body brighter and more gorgeous, and the angry fists bombarded it with a clang, and it could only scrape a pile of debris, on the other hand, the enemy rotated, and the thorns and convex corners around the body could easily cut the air, cut the rock, and cut the elf's body.

The former companion was in a different place, and the Vulcan Moth was ready to fight hard, but it was not good at fighting, and due to its old age and decrepitude, it was quickly injured and torn its wings apart, and if it had not been for the desperate efforts of King Heiruga to help it escape, it would have died here.

Finally, at the behest of King Heruga, it left with a small group of young elven cubs and fled.

Looking back, it was the partners of the frantic battle, the Nine-Tailed King who was cut in two, and the Charizard who roared in and rushed in to snatch the holy flame.

When it hid with its cubs, the demon's angry roar echoed in its ears.

Until the voice of the enemy disappears, until the "world" turns black, until the stored fruit rots and withers, until its injuries become more and more serious, the Vulcan Moth hides here and does not dare to relax in the slightest, it protects the cubs from hiding here, hoping that the remaining companions will be able to find it.

How happy you would be to see these lovely children!

Looking at the cubs, the tired spirit of the Vulcan Moth was lifted and seemed to be full of vitality again.

Well, four elf eggs, a baby fire dragon, two baby coal turtles, a baby stupid fire camel, a baby fire meow, a duckbill baby, two six-tailed babies......

Wait!

Vulcan Moth struggled to lift its spirits, but its wide eyes told it that it was right, that it was missing a six-tailed baby.

That's right, there is one less six-tailed baby under its care.

The sudden throbbing made its spirit come alive, and it turned and crawled out of the cave despite the stumbling, but there was nothing but darkness, nothing but shadowy rock pillars, and there was dead silence.