In her near-death state, the girl's consciousness has begun to blur.

But she endured the drowsiness that was getting more and more sleepy, raised her head gently, and gently stroked the man's face. Looking at Qin Hao's face in a daze, the girl seemed to want to imprint this face into her soul.

"Mr. Qin Hao, I'...... May I ask you a question? The last question ......."

The girl's murmur had gradually lost her strength, and that faint tone of voice would not have been perceptible if it weren't for Qin Hao's keen hearing.

He nodded a little chokedly, unable to bear to refuse the girl's request.

"This question...... Possible...... There may be some shamelessness in you...... You can't laugh at me......"

As she spoke, the girl's eyes widened as she struggled to squeeze out a smile. But her eyesight had gradually faded, her eyes had begun to be covered in darkness, and even her thoughts had begun to become chaotic.

"You...... Have you ever liked me......"

A murmuring whisper sounded, and the girl's pure and warm love was like a ray of sunshine that penetrated Qin Hao's heart.

He clenched his hands and hugged the girl tightly, tears dripping down the elf girl's cheeks, "I like it...... I like you a lot...... I've always liked you, and I've loved you since I was in Aitlan City. ”

"Really......"

The girl showed a relieved smile, trembling and grabbed Qin Hao with the last trace of strength, "Great......"

The voice was so weak that it was inaudible, but the smile and joy on the girl's face could be clearly seen by all. With her lover's sincere compliment, she finally closed her eyes in the man's arms.

"That's really...... Great......"

When the wind blew, the right hand that was caressing Qin Hao's cheek fell weakly, and there was no sound. On the forest meadow where the wind gradually stopped, he held the elf girl in his arms in a half-kneeling position, watching the other party's body lose all breath.

The glow like fireflies first peeled off the girl's fingertips. This is followed by shoulders, hair, and forehead. It was as if the sculpture that had finally disintegrated after thousands of years had passed in an instant, and the girl in Qin Hao's arms gradually decomposed, dissipated, and disappeared in front of everyone's eyes with the uncertain wind.

And the girl's softest murmur, like a whisper in the wind, gradually scattered in the forest.

I don't know when the battlefield fell into dead silence, only the evening sun slowly sprinkled down, pulling out a long shadow behind the frozen figure. And the grass that had been blown to and shredded by the blasting winds that had preceded. Qin Hao slowly moved his body, and his stiff eyes moved slowly.

He subconsciously withdrew his hand, wanting to hug something.

However, as far as the eye could reach, there was only an empty light, and the girl who used to smile, the gentle girl, and the girl who whispered softly had disappeared.

Completely disappeared in front of his eyes.

When he looked up, he could only see the light points fluttering in the sky under the setting sun, like living spirits, gently fluttering around him. Then a gust of wind blew, taking away these faint points of light. Gradually moving away, the last traces of the girl were slowly taken away from Qin Hao's eyes.

"This is not the result I wanted......"

Qin Hao muttered and clenched the sword in his hand, maintaining the posture of hugging something and half-kneeling on the grass, shocking blood stains sliding from the corners of his eyes. Even the bloodless undead. When the grief is extreme, it will shed blood and tears.

He raised his head and let out a roar of pain as he looked at the little lights that were flying away in the wind.

"That's not what I wanted!!"

The battlefield fell into an eerie dead silence. Whether it's elves or dragons. Even Lilia, who was standing on top of Onexia's head, silently looked at the undead monarch who was roaring in the sky, feeling the painful grief and anger of the other party. None of them chose to speak.

And the culprit who caused this qiē, a group of black dragons led by the black dragon elder with the strength of the gods, all shrunk their necks, a little frightened. They all set their eyes on Nesario, who was the patriarch, and they were obviously afraid of Qin Hao's anger.

Nesario frowned, not expecting the Undead Monarch to have a friend...... Or that the lovers are in the Elven Forest. In fact, everyone present, including Qin Hao himself, did not expect this qiē development.

And Nesario didn't particularly know Qin Hao's character, he didn't know if the undead monarch who had lost his lover would be angry and blame all the blame on those dozens of black dragons. So he hesitated for a moment, and finally gestured to his daughter with his eyes, and asked Onexia, who had a better relationship with Qin Hao, to go and explore.

Onexia sighed, shook her wings slightly, and landed beside Qin Hao with Lilia.

She lowered her head, her huge chin almost hanging to the ground. Beautiful eyes looked at Qin Hao, who was half-kneeling on the ground, and asked softly, "Master, do we need to retreat?"

At this moment, both the black dragon and the elf all pricked up their ears one after another, waiting for Qin Hao's decision.

The eyes of countless people were focused there, and the Undead Monarch raised his head sharply, staring fiercely at the distant sky, as if he blamed some powerful enemy for Yiqiē's misfortune.

He gritted his teeth and let out an angry roar.

"The whole army is assaulting! I will sit on the throne of the Elven Court before dawn tomorrow!"

Distant in the mountains, as the last rays of sunset dissipated into the night sky, the world of the main plane fell into the darkness of night. Qin Hao jumped on top of Onexia's head, the huge rune blade pointed in the direction of the depths of the forest, and roared through gritted teeth.

"I won't allow any reason to lose this battle!"

The dragon roared to the sky, and the black dragons roared one after another, responding to the king's orders with the most majestic roar.

The icy wind blew from the depths of the forest, blowing Qin Hao's long hair into a frenzied dance. He harnessed Onexia and led all the Black Dragon Legions to roar past the elves in the sky and fly towards the royal city deep in the forest.

The moment he brushed shoulders with the invisible energy barrier, the corner of Qin Hao's eyes glanced at the elven guardian named Kael'thas. That powerful god in the form of a middle-aged man, Kalia's teacher, and a wise elven elder, was looking at Qin Hao with cold eyes at this time.

"I'm sad that Kalia will fall in love with someone like you, you hard-hearted scum!"

The words were full of disgust and disdain. Qin Hao couldn't help but clench his fists.

Yes, the heart is like stone.

Because of himself, he killed the kind elf girl, and he stayed away from her for the sake of her safety, obviously in order not to involve her in the evil battlefield between these gods and demons. But Qin Hao never thought that fate would be so tricky, and the person who killed the girl in the end turned out to be himself.

She killed those who loved her with her own hands, but she showed no repentance, but continued to point the butcher's knife at her people and country, and forcibly seized the sacred relics they believed in...... Such a self is really ruthless with a heart of stone.

Qin Hao clenched his fists. He turned his head to the side not to see Kael'thas's cold disgusted eyes. He drove Onexia frantically through the night sky, letting the wind from the speed rush pull his body wildly, trying to use the wind to chill his boiling heart.

Hard-hearted, cold and ruthless...... But so what? He had no choice!

Anoya's calm and cold face appeared in front of Qin Hao's eyes, and he raised his head to the sky and let out a cry of grief and indignation, which spread far away under the night sky.

Kalia had already died of his stupidity, how could he tolerate Arnoya dying again for his indecision? Only by completely killing Samael and killing the culprit can we comfort Kalia's dead soul.

Other than that, he had no way back.

............

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Wind. Blowing from all directions, shaking the windows of the wooden house.

In the temple of the elves, an old elf awoke from his slumber. Those cloudy eyes are the twilight that elves shouldn't have. Her pale hair, imbued with decay, fell down, unable to hide the wrinkles at her end.

She is the guardian of the sacred tree of the elves, the only elder who can hear the sound of the earth. The old form is a gift from the sacred tree. Because after lending all the energy of her body to her spirit, she can make her thinking more flexible.

With some difficulty, she got out of bed and walked to the hall behind her. There, with a wall of hard bark that only the Ancient Tree of the Sky has, the wooden house was built under the ancient sacred tree of the Elves, and was connected to the body of the sacred tree.

And in the old man's cloudy vision, the direction belonging to the sacred tree was filled with strange fluorescents, like fireflies beating in the body of the sacred tree. The fluorescent light was formless and insubstantial, and the whole world could only be seen by her, as the guardian of the sacred tree.

Looking at those strange fluorescents, the old man's eyes widened in shock. She stretched out her hand in disbelief, the back of her hand wrinkled like an orange peel, her hand trembling as she caressed the surface of the tree, and the old man murmured in disbelief.

"How is that possible...... No way...... That's impossible...... The Holy Spirit, who had been gone for more than a thousand years, has returned? What's going on outside?"

She walked over to the window, pushed open the window that was swaying in the wind, lowered her head, and looked down into the distance from this high-altitude area thousands of meters above the ground. A glimmer of light shone in her cloudy eyes, bringing a qiē that had happened dozens of miles away closer to her eyes.

Then, she saw the burning flames, the loud bangs and explosions of energy colliding, and the massive winds that accompanied the battle. Outside the royal city that belonged to the elves, in front of the most sturdy city in the legends of the main plane, countless black dragons flew and roared in the night sky, frantically attacking the city's barriers.

And on the top of the giant dragon head flying at the forefront, there stood a purple-haired man coldly. The night wind stirred his long hair, and in the hunting cloak, the eyes that looked at the Elven King City were so cold that they were cold without the slightest temperature, and they were cold to the bone.

"This ...... How can it be...... Black Dragon ...... Human ......"

The old man took a step back in horror, and the crutch fell from her hand, hitting the floor with a muffled thud.

"O eternal sun! has the prophecy of the ancestors come true......

The sounds of despair gradually scattered in the night wind. (To be continued......)