Mirabelle didn't care about the opposite sex.

As a royal bloodline, one of the candidates for the elf queen, although it is said that the royal family has long since declined, and his life is in the hands of the high priest, but after all, it is still admired by many elves.

What's more, although Mirabelle is still young and has not yet grown, she has already shown her graceful figure and beautiful face, which is naturally favored by many male elves.

For this kind of thing, the high priest Hefersen did not stop it, but just told his subordinates to be optimistic.

After all, he still needs the royal bloodline to maintain order in the elven race.

He wanted to kill everyone, but it wasn't something that could be done in a short period of time, and before he could do that, he needed to use the elves to complete his plan, and if he could give birth to a royal descendant earlier, Hepfersen would be happy to see it.

It's just that for those people around him, Mirabel is very unkind.

She knew very well that just because of her appearance, even among the elves who were known for their beauty, they could be called the best choice, those people were just greedy for their bodies, and they didn't have the slightest sincerity for themselves.

They even just want to taste what it is like to be an elven princess, or even an elven queen, the identity of an elven queen may give them a very strong sense of conquest and satisfaction, and they don't care about dying for inexplicable reasons in a few years.

Don't say it's against Hefelson, even if it's just those dogs under Hefelson's command, as long as they stare at them a little, these people will immediately become like the third grandson, nodding their heads and smiling flatteringly.

This kind of man, no matter how handsome he looks on, will not be interested in Mirabele, and huddling around him every day will only make Mirabel feel noisy, like a flock of ducks.

But that man was different.

That man, tall and handsome, may be considered very handsome among humans, but in the elves, he can only be regarded as below average, far worse than the elves who usually crowd around him.

However, it was this man who let Mirabelle know for the first time what peace of mind is.

Standing behind the man, not too broad, it was like a safe haven, no matter what kind of storm there was, he would help him resist it.

It was the first time in her life that Mirabelle had a feeling of heartbeat, even if she didn't even know the man's name.

But now, this man, gone.

Mirabelle only felt as if her heart was empty in an instant, and she looked around in panic, even if she was pushed to the position of queen, knowing that she would die in a few years, even if she tried her best to escape from the Elven Forest, even when she was chased by the assassins of the assassination team, she had never been so panicked as now.

She didn't know where the man had gone, had he been buried by the rubble from the collapse of the mountain?

The petite and slender body trembled, and then rushed to the pile of rubble in front of him like crazy, regardless of the damage he had received from the impact, waving his hands wildly, pulling, and searching.

Even the rocks have been piled up into the ocean-like Gobi Desert.

Even if the sharp edges and corners of the stone cut the palm.

……

Ron was really buried.

The impact of falling meteors is a bit too exaggerated.

Rao is Ron had already prepared in advance, and even quickly pulled away, but he couldn't completely dodge the impact after all.

The strongest defensive magic, the forbidden spell-level heaven, was shattered, and then the flying rocks smashed into Ron's head, quickly submerging his body under the rubble.

Ron didn't die, but the Holy Father was not a good one.

After all, he was just carrying the impact of the meteor's fall, and the Holy Father was using his brain to resist the meteor, and the gap between them was not small.

Of course, his luck was not bad, several huge stones supported each other, creating a space, and not letting all the stones fall on him, but now, it was not easy to escape from this ruin.

I don't know how many stones are piled up on the top of my head, at least a few hundred meters thick.

He has good strength now, but it is too difficult to rely on his own strength to break through the blockade of hundreds of meters of thick stones.

The six-winged fallen angel should be okay, but if it is not a last resort, Ron does not want to use the power of the fallen angel at will, without him, although there is no evidence, he just has this strange feeling, if he often uses the power of Niaf, it may lead to some inexplicable disasters.

This feeling has not been felt before, but when Ron broke through to the realm of legends, when he wanted to use the power of Niaf, this kind of warning appeared in his heart for no reason.

With Ron's current strength and temperament, it was naturally impossible to ignore this warning.

Although he was temporarily trapped, he was not in a hurry.

The main trouble now is the injuries on the body.

It doesn't matter if the injuries in the body are, they can be healed by the beating of Ostara's heart.

The trouble is that under the previous impact, the energy in his body has fallen into disorder, and his muscles and veins are disordered, which will take a while to calm down.

After his strength is restored, if he wants to break the blockade above his head, there is a way after all, can he be suffocated to death as a legendary master?

At that moment, Ron sat cross-legged on the ground, with an extra magic stone in his hand, and began to mobilize the power in the magic stone to suppress the disordered energy in the body, the energy contained in the dragon crystal was naturally more abundant, but those energies were too irritable, absorbing the dragon crystal, not to mention suppressing the chaos in the body, it was simply adding fuel to the fire.

As wisps of energy entered his body, Ron let out a long breath, the feeling was like drinking a cup of iced sour plum soup in a hot and dry environment, it was very refreshing, and the disorder in his body was being calmed down little by little.

Squeak squeak......

At this moment, a suppressed, strange voice suddenly came from the darkness.

The sound is small, but in this confined space, it is extraordinarily clear.

Ron's eyelids jumped, and he raised his eyes to look ahead.

Airplanes!

His spirit almost exploded.

In the darkness, Ron's face highlighted flesh buds, like wriggling white worms, and under the skin, there were even round marks.

Erosion, pollution.

His heartbeat began to speed wildly, and the sound of his heartbeat even echoed uncontrollably through the confined space.

He could see that on the stone in front of him, strange symbols were quickly outlined.

The evil god has come!

Chapter I

(End of chapter)