As far as the eye can see, whether it is far away, near, canyon or mountain slope, there is not a trace of life!

See what I'm talking about?

If this place was still part of the territory of the Light Elves, how could there not be a tree, a grass, a flower, or an insect slowly churning the dirt?

But no, nothing.

If this place isn't part of the territory of the Light Elves, then, where is it?

With withered earth beneath its feet, bare hillsides to its side, no sound of life in its ears, and only the moon overhead was "alive" in the whole world - its chilling, murderous moonlight seemed to have become lovely.

The Darker One stood, motionless, as if standing on a wasteland forgotten by the world.

I can't fathom his mind.

As the moon rose higher and higher, the shadow of the Dark One grew shorter and darker, as if ashamed, and he just wanted to retreat from the soles of the Dark's feet into his body in a hurry.

What are the Darkers waiting for?

At the moment when the Darker himself completely swallowed up the shadows in the moonlight, the Darker suddenly burst into flames, rushed to the hillside, and reached out his hands to quickly grope for the hillside.

Is he looking for something?

"Ahh

That's a hole!

A hole the size of a fist.

Buried in a thick layer of dust, it is impossible to see with the eyes alone.

The Dark's heart began to beat wildly. He quickened the movement of his hands.

He reached into the hole as much as he could, digging out the dust that had accumulated in the hole.

Could it be that there is a treasure hidden in this cave, as a reward for the humiliation of the Dark?

I'm curious. But I don't have a clue and can't help.

The dust had finally been cleared, and the Darker reached inside, seemingly reaching the limit for any deeper.

The Darker rested his head on the hillside, calm inside.

I'm not calm.

The "Nether Path" guided all the way to this strange place, and led the Darker to discover the buried hole, and the dust in the cave was cleaned up, so what next?

I felt anxious: it was like a nightmare, I was trapped here, never to wake up, never to have a chance to rescue my brother and them, let alone find the Tears of the Night.

Suddenly, there was a surge in the chest of the dark one, as if a huge wave was rolling up, and an incredible scene occurred:

He opened his mouth to the little cave he had hollowed out. Jealousy and bitterness, and hatred, like monsters with black wings, scrambled to the crest of the waves, where they did not have time to stop for a moment before they poured out of the dark one's chest and out of his mouth in a bitter curse!

Yes, the Darker sent all those curses from the depths of his heart into the cave.

I swear, it's the most vicious, long-lasting curse I've ever heard in my life, and all sorts of outrageous words make me feel so sick!

How innocent the cave is!

The key is me, there is nowhere to hide!

How could a tiny dark elf burst out with such a huge, torrent of hatred!

After a brief moment of shock, I could finally calmly listen to what he was cursing.

Life. Encounter. Hunger. Humiliate. The humiliation of being alive. Threats of death. Dark. Deepest despair......

I had nowhere to go, no way to hide, listening to his swearing and accusations, sighing and worrying about being discovered......

The sun rises and sets, the moon rises and the moon sets, and three days pass.

My soul, the shell of the Darkling, seems to have been banished to the end of heaven and earth, without any life.

I began to convince myself that my soul was napping, otherwise I would not have been able to hold out until the day I left this nightmare.

"Ahh

What madness does the dark one do to be mad?

No!

This time, he's really not crazy!

The Dark One's body was clinging to the stone wall of the hillside, his face was eager to sink into the stone of the barren land, his hand spasmodically scratched on the stone wall of the cave entrance, and his heart was like a rabbit, jumping up and down, and all this because:

That poor cave, full of curses from the dark one, was bubbling with water!

This cave is a spring!

This fountain has re-flowed under the persistent bitter curses of the Dark One!

I curled up in the heart of the Dark, stunned at what was happening in front of me.

It was as if it was something in my memory. What is it? I'm trying to search.

Ominous feeling.

The dark one was ecstatic, his fingers trembling, his fingertips trembling to touch the water that flowed from the spring, and his mouth was full of galloping horses and hoarseness, and the curses were endless!

I only heard him suddenly scream "Ah!", foaming at the mouth, falling to the ground on his back, and convulsing all over.

Evil Spring!

It's the Fountain of Evil!

The blur in the depths of the memory suddenly became clear. The words that the firefly light elf said emerged word by word:

"It is said that there is a spring in the colony of the dark elves, which has been there for thousands of years, has been dry and has never had a spring flowing from it. But since the blood clan ruled the heavens and the earth, there was chaos, and everything was out of order, and one day this spring began to flow water. ”

This is what I said to me when I first met the bright elf on that clear train. I still remember.

"The evil of the dark elves was magnified and strengthened, and finally gave birth to the resurgence of the 'evil spring' in the dark elf settlement......"

This sentence was said by the Light Elf Little Illusion, and I still remember the indifferent hatred on his face when he spoke.

Could it be that there really is an unknown force that has brought me into the heart of the dark one, and turned back the clock back to the past, so that I can see with my own eyes how the dark elves gave birth to the resurgence of the "evil spring"?

Could this be the colony of the Dark Elves? hidden deep in the territory of the Light Elves?

And this dark elf who fell to the ground and fainted, and seemed to have been hollowed out by hatred, was him, and with his hatred and bitterness, he cursed day and night, and finally woke up the "evil spring"!

I cowered in the heart of the dark one, not knowing whether to sympathize or despise, understand or disgust.

If I hadn't accompanied the Dark One through the humiliation and hurt he endured, and felt the same way, I would have been indignant and spurned for his actions. But now, I'm just speechless.

Without his eyes, I can clearly see the spring water flowing out of the spring, as if countless souls that have been imprisoned for thousands of years are once liberated, scrambling to be the first, and flowing endlessly.

This is an "evil spring", and the water gushing out of this gushing out is a spring full of "evil".

The spring water is not as muddy as expected, but there always seems to be a suspicious shadow floating in the water, and you can't see anything when you look at it.

I waited patiently for the Dark One to wake up.

I don't know if it's a coincidence or what, the ground where the dark man fainted and lay happened to be a low-lying place, and in a moment, the spring water gushed out, and a puddle of spring water had accumulated under the dark one.

The water gradually rose, and the Dark One remained motionless.

But I felt as if something was squirming.

A half-opened, dark flower poking its head out of the dark one's cuff, is the "Netherworld's Path".

The flowers gradually bloomed, and the vines under the flowers gradually stretched, probing their heads towards the spring water that overflowed.

The petals finally touched the spring water, and they couldn't wait to dip the whole flower into the spring water, and the flowers entered the water and burst into full bloom, and the vines that touched the spring water also spread out like a silk net.

Hum!

If I could sneer, I'd love to laugh out loud.

This is really the flower of hell touching the water of the evil spring, like a fish in water, complementing each other!

But there is one string that is always sober: why? Why go to all the trouble of letting me see the resurgence of the fountain of evil? Whose idea was it, and what is the intention?

The "Netherworld's Path", soaked in the waters of the evil spring, is reborn and blooming, with branches and flowers, shining in a charming and strange light in the spring. Then, as they gathered, they wrapped up the dark ones in the spring. It's like protection, it's like wake-up.

The Darker finally opened his eyes.

When he found that the water was still flowing in the spring, and the spring below him had reached a scale, he was ecstatic.

Ignoring the flowers and branches wrapped around his body, he turned over and sat up, his face facing in one direction, his hands on his heart, and his mouth muttered something rapidly, like thanks and pleading, and he couldn't hear clearly.

Evil Springs.

Spring.

What's next—

- Tears of the Night!

I was excited.

One of the five things that have become the king of the blood clan, the Tears of the Night, has never been so close to me!

The Darkman whined, sometimes whispering, sometimes high-pitched, and had no idea what he was expressing.

It was then that I felt alertly that something was slowly approaching around the Dark, and there was more than one.

One.

Two.

Three.

More ......

It's all dark elves with gray wings, unkempt, dirty!

(Obediently, the King of Light Elves does not know that there are so many dark elves hidden in his territory!)

They shrunk their heads, but with excitement on their faces, they stopped and walked towards the Evil Spring.

I recognized the two fellows, the same two dark elves who had been lying in ambush in the grass with the Darker and had left the Darker behind.

"Oh my God! Oh my God...... the second of the two, the somewhat unceremonious Dark Elf who ran towards the Dark One, shouted in his mouth, "This is the legendary Evil Spring, and you kid found it...... Oh, my God...... Oh, my God...... It turns out that in this territory of the Bright, there is really a territory that belongs to our Darker! There really is an 'evil spring'!"

As he spoke, several dark elves who had been in ambush in an unknown corner scrambled to jump into the spring.

It's speechless.

This evil spring has just reflowed, and this spring is only a small puddle, where can these dark ones be contained?

But they were almost mad, and I don't know who, the one who had brought the fountain of evil back, the dark one who was with me, slipped aside, threw out the puddle, and immersed himself in the fountain as much as he could.

What a bunch of selfish idiots!

The Dark One was not annoyed, and when he was thrown out, he threw it out, facing the spring, and continued to curse.

I was speechless. I can only be speechless.

The dark elves in the puddle gradually recovered from their excitement, and they all looked at the dark one who seemed to have fallen into evil and cursed constantly.

They exchanged glances, left the puddle, and walked over to the Darker by the spring.

Something weird happened.

As if inspired, several dark elves began to join the Dark One, and from their mouths poured out words of abomination and curse, echoing the Dark One, and gradually became a torrent of darkness, which seemed to have eyes, distorted and shaped, twisted and meandered, and rushed towards the fountain of evil, and sank into the hole.

The spring water is gushing more and more wantonly.

Heaven and earth are filled with oppressive hatred, I am just ambushed in the heart of the dark, invisible and shadowless, but I already feel suffocated - hatred, especially the hatred of a group, can be so overwhelming, surging waves, let the dry spring reflow, let the heaven and earth change color!

Hatred can have such a huge amount of energy!

Unable to turn back, nor can it be eliminated, it gathers in the heavens and the earth, completely awakens all the "evil", and drags the clear sky into the bottomless abyss!

Is this what the fallen heavens want?

Is this what the living beings want?

Is this what the King of the Blood Clan wants?

I felt a chill to my bones.

Suddenly, all the noise outside of his body suddenly disappeared, as if there was a huge palm, and he grabbed the curses made by all the dark elves into the palm of his hand.

A chilling tranquility for a moment.

After the silence, the sound of splashing, the sound of fright, the sound of escape...... Several dark elves fled from the puddles of the fountain and scattered.

The Dark, he was the only one left, his mouth still cursing and wriggling, but there was no sound.

His hand held on to the bare stone and slowly turned around.

Through his eyes, I saw ......

Now, I'm really suffocated.