In the quiet and dark temple, Sistaer walked alone on the road to trial.

There was darkness around.

Not long after entering the temple, the surrounding scenery changed. A black fog was everywhere, making people unable to find the right direction, and Sistaer could only keep walking forward.

Moya... she must be fine.

Thinking of Moya's strange tone, the strange feeling before entering the temple reappeared again, Sistale panicked at the increasing anxiety inside.

Since the arrival of Haas, she became strange. She was not angry, as if she had changed. She asked what happened, but she didn't say a word.

And from her tone, she seemed to be an old acquaintance with the old man who summoned the monster. Maybe they had a holiday before.

Should I leave her alone?

Stopped, Sistaer stood there and hesitated.

As long as he continues to move forward and passes the previous test, he will be one step further from the throne of the Elf King. In this way, he can get rid of his father's control, escape from the manipulation of the Great Elder, and also dispel the contempt of his tribesmen for me.

But... the inner noise is getting stronger and stronger. Should I go back? I heard from the Chief Ji that the trial of royal power is unique to every night elves. Each temple is only allowed to enter once. Once you miss it or fail, it means that you will lose the opportunity to open the path again.

Should I go back...

After hesitating for a long time, Sistale gritted his teeth and turned around, preparing to find a way to return, a tremor from his heart made him kneel down to the ground dejectedly.

"I untied the contract of blood. How is this possible?" Sistaer pressed his hands tightly on his chest, which was in pain, and only had one thought in his mind.

The Blood Alliance is the most sacred of all contracts. It represents blood and life. No one can cancel this contract that vows life.

The connection with Moya's mind was gradually disconnecting, and Sistale clearly felt that the soul fire of the contractor who shared the same life with him was gradually disappearing.

Turning around and running wildly in the direction of coming, Sistaer wanted to save Moya's life before he stopped breathing.

"Do you want to give up the opportunity you finally got? A mixed-blooded elf." An illusory shadow blocked Sistaer's way, and his noble and cold appearance made Sistaer kneel down involuntarily.

Darkmoon goddess Garcia...

Thinking of the royal power as the realm of the Moon God, Sistaer was not surprised to see Garcia's phantom in the Night Shadow Temple.

"It is indeed a difficult choice to ask me to give up the throne...it has always been my long-cherished wish. But... my covenant is now in danger of life, so how can I not save my death?"

"Hold Tillian's ring, you should be able to escape the curse of the Blood Alliance. Even if the Blood Alliance is forcibly untied due to the death of one of the parties, it will not threaten your personal life. But if you leave now, you will not have the chance to participate in the trial again. You can think clearly about this." In the form of phantom, Garcia descended to the Temple of the Earth Realm in order to give a test to the new trialists. However, unexpectedly, the young elf easily gave up the opportunity to obtain the throne.

"If she dies, it will become meaningless for me to fight for the status of the Elf King. The beautiful goddess of Dark Moon, the guide of the Night Elf, please open the road to the outside world. If giving up the throne can be exchanged for Moya's life, no matter how many times you ask, I will choose to give up without hesitation."

"Why... is this the path you chose?" Garcia asked again. "If I would give you the status of the Elves King now, but the requirement is that you must give up returning to save the Truks, what would you choose? Haas was very dissatisfied with the new priest. She actually wanted to give up her priest's duties, which was absolutely not allowed. Therefore, the punishment was reduced. If you insist on saving her, you would inevitably anger your brother. In that case, your throne would be no longer guaranteed. Knowing that there was such a result, would you still want to save her?"

"Yes, as I answered just now. If gaining the status of the Elf King means that you must give up Moya's life, then I would rather you punish me now. Since it is the Blood Alliance, how could I watch her die alone?" Sistale flatly rejected the Dark Moon Goddess's proposal, and he must go back no matter what.

He made a vow that he would not betray him at any time. Even the temptation of the status of the Elf King could not allow him to give up the oath he had made.

"The proof of the 'courage' of the Dark Clan is different from that of the 'light Clan. Perseverance is not the only way to win, and sometimes choosing to give up is also a way. I have to congratulate you, the hybrid elves. You have just passed the test of the Tower of Dusk - 'will'." He stretched out his hands with nothingness and tapped on Sistale's forehead. The seal of proof, which represents the seven trials, showed the first ring of thorns on his forehead.

"The real world is full of all kinds of temptations. As a dark clan, if you cannot resist this temptation from interests, then you are not worthy of becoming the king who ruled the night elves."

"This is..." Feeling that his forehead was hot, it was not difficult for Sistaer to imagine what would appear there.

The portraits of the elves of all generations hanging in the hall of the council. The seven black thorn seals on their foreheads mean that they have passed the seven tests of the Lord of Darkness. The dark seals engraved on the skin like crowns are the gift of the Lord of God, indicating that the sealed person has been authorized by God and is the legal ruler of the night elves.

Since he has won the first crown of thorns, it means he

Has the test of the Twilight Tower been completed?

"Go quickly... Your contractor is not dead. She is undergoing the test of her brother. However, if she cannot escape from the illusion, she will fall into a deep sleep for the rest of her life." Garcia started the closed trial road, and the light gradually magnified behind her, and the originally dark realm of nothingness also changed. The black fog slowly turned into a group of running figures.

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His body gradually became numb and his eyelids became heavier and heavier. Moya felt like a traveler who had lost all the swamps, his whole body was already trapped in the bottomless mud and could not extricate himself, and he could not extricate any strength.

Is this the feeling of death?

Finally, the long feeling of powerlessness passed.

Feeling his body regaining consciousness again, Moya opened his eyes and saw himself standing in a valley-like place surrounded by green forests and mounds.

This is the legendary underworld? No, Roland once said that it is a world of nothingness.

There is no life, no trees, mountains, rivers, grass, rivers, and desperate souls and lifeless corpses everywhere. The atmosphere here is so peaceful, how could it be a prison of underworld? Then I am...

Moya couldn't help but wonder when she felt that her body had no weight.

"ah!!"

Suddenly I found a small lake full of green lotus in front of me. The scene seemed similar, deep in my memory...

Isn’t that… the little lake that I often go to when I was a child?

Moya quickly turned around and saw the Dark Moon Tower standing in the forest in the opposite direction from the lake.

Isn't this true, am I dreaming?

Dark Moon Tower...

He took some hesitation and walked towards the tower that was exactly the same as in his memory.

The closer the distance, the more excited Moya felt in her heart.

In front of the high stone steps of the Moon Fortress, the night elf guards with full armor patrolled back and forth, and could also see one or two black-haired or black-eyed Truks entering and out of the heavily guarded Dark Moon Tower.

Successfully passed through the passage with night elves and huge stones guarding, and walked into the Dark Moon Temple, which was abandoned a thousand years later. As expected, Moya found the familiar but unfamiliar figure according to the memory in her brain.

The former Supreme Priest Nathus sat on the black wooden chair he sat most often, holding a black dark code of law in his hand, and was copying the spells and spells on it one by one in the magic book.

"Who is there?"

Feeling someone approaching, Nathus looked up and saw a stranger standing outside the door at a glance.

Father……

Not daring to call out that name, Moya just stared quietly at the Supreme Priest who had begun to grow old.

Like the night elves, the Truks will age when their lives are about to end.

Haas's punishment has begun?

After hearing her father's inquiry, Moya was sure that this time she really traveled through the gaps of time and space, and once again returned to the past era, just like the last time she cursed the temple.

"You are..." Seeing the person standing out of the shadow, Nathus widened his eyes. He stood up in a daze, not even noticed the fall of the dark code in his hand.

"Come here, let me take a good look at you." Although the expression did not change much, the slightly trembling voice revealed Nathus's emotions. He stretched out his other trembling hands and stroked Moya's face, which was dull because of surprise.

"You've grown up..."

"Father..." He threw himself into Nathus's arms and hugged his long-lost relatives tightly. Moya couldn't believe that his father actually recognized him; "Do you know it's me?"

"Yes, I recognized you at first sight. You look almost the same as your mother. How could I not know who you are? Only the pure-blooded Truke has a double-black appearance. For two thousand years, you have been the only newly born pure-blooded one. From the moment I saw you, I knew that you were my daughter." Nathus was also excited. He had no regrets when he could see his daughter whom he personally sent away before he died.

"I'm sorry, it's all because of my relationship that has dragged you and your mother... If it weren't for me..." When I thought of the facts I knew, Moya could no longer control her emotions. Her parents died in order to save her.

"No, Ella. Do you know why Sisia and I gave you this name? Although the Night Elf is the 'Night Elf', in Truk, it means 'freedom'. We don't want you to bear the past life. My only wish between Sisia and I is to live." Seeing Moya's guilt, Nathus said earnestly; "I never regret not meeting your mother, nor do I regret loving her. Although we know what the consequences will be, we still ignore the opposition of the elders in the clan. It can be said that your tragedy is a sin committed by us and Sisia, so... please don't say sorry, that is our greatest guilt towards you. Although as a high priest, we cannot take care of you and raise you like other parents. We have not given you an ordinary and happy childhood."

"No, Father, you and your mother have sacrificed enough for me... I would rather die immediately than live alone in the world." I have long been regarded as a foreigner's exclusion and never lived with my blood relatives. Moya's heart is actually very lonely. She has always been suppressed. When she finally couldn't bear it, she had the idea of ​​giving up her life.

"Silly, you are not alone. You have other tribe members and people you can trust, aren't you? I can feel that there is a strong vitality in your body, which is calling you. The power is enough to travel through the gaps of time and space to summon you back." Nathus easily saw through the blood contract in Moya's body, and the spell that took life as the oath in his eyes had nowhere to hide.

Sistaer... Are you still unwilling to give up on me, a waste who even abandons myself?

Fool……

Thinking of the only possibility, Moya felt even more sorry for the elf who was still working hard.

I actually solved the problem by escaping... Sorry, Sistale. If you have added trouble to you, you can give up.

Anyway, the balance of fate has been tilted, and the necromancer king Rafa and Roland will make the fate that has been out of the trajectory continue to change in an unknown direction. Anesia will not be destroyed like a prophecy, and my existence... has become irrelevant.

Go and complete the trial of royal power. Being an elf king is your only way out. Without my help, you can work harder in the night elves.

"Elara, do you want Sisia's choice to become meaningless?" Seeing the self-deprecating look on Moya's face and her increasingly transparent body, it was not difficult for Nathus to think of why he saw his daughter who he thought he would not have the chance to see again.

The spirit body is so unstable, there is only one answer - the body is extremely weak.

In addition to the seal she had already laid, she would still be on the verge of death. There is only one reason, that is that she doesn't want to live anymore.

Otherwise, even if the bloodline of the second gods does not have the powerful powers of the real gods, at least ordinary species will never threaten her life.

"Father?"

"Sisia and I finally made up our minds to disobey Haas's orders and send you to the distant future, but we don't want to see you ruin your life that you have finally succeeded. That was the life you have won by your selfish parents for the lives of millions of races. Not only did Sisia and I have to sacrifice our lives for it, but even other races will die due to the change of fate. Do you want their sacrifice to become meaningless?" The stern reprimanded easily and easily gave up the opportunity that he and Sisia finally won, and Nass was very angry.

"I..." Moya didn't want to defend herself knowing that her behavior had indeed failed her parents' painstaking efforts.

"Come here." Walking into the corridor, Nathus pointed at the night elves and the Truks who walked past Moya again; "Look at the Dark Moon Tower and the Moon Fortress, they stood on the land of Heyinvega, not only the symbol of the night elves, but also the dark Truks. I was punished for disobeying Haas, which is inevitable, because I am selfish. In order to save my daughter's life, the glory of the entire Night Elf Empire disappears from then on, and the tribe members are put into suffering from this. That is the punishment I deserve, and I am willing to do so. And you, my daughter, you not only bear the merciful wishes of me and Sisia,

It is also the only hope that the tribe members and the night elves will once again restore glory. Haas will never make things difficult for you, you are his descendants... All Truks are his descendants. Why are the night elves especially favored by the moon god, because they are all descendants of Garcia. The gods imitated the Creator Father God and created many species, and these life given by their flesh and blood and magic are the continuation of their life. If I had not committed an unforgivable sin, Haas would never punish me. After all, besides you, I am the blood of the existing Truks and his closest life form."

"What..." Moya heard this for the first time. She only knew that the Truks were known as descendants of the gods, but she never expected that the ancestor of the dark Truk was Haas, the God of Night Shadow.

"Yes, humans don't know this secret at all. Apart from the dragon clan, demon clan and other relatively ancient species, humans and some subspecies that appeared later did not know the origin of our Truks. In fact, just like the legend, we were born directly from the god clan, so pure blood was forbidden, which means that there will be a descendant of the divine bloodline. Because the Father God forbids the god clan from killing each other, the god clan prohibited the combination of the descendants of the Truks in order to prevent the birth of a large number of new gods."

Nathers's explanation made Moya understand why Haas had no reaction to her banned artifact.

It turned out that it was not that he had not discovered it, but that he did not want to punish himself because she was a direct descendant of the Night God bloodline.

"Just kidding... Haas our ancestors?" The Dark God who killed his father and directly caused his mother's death was the origin of her and the entire tribe?
To be continued...