In the dim moonlight, several huge pterosaurs were struggling to drag an airship forward. The sound of flapping wings was thick and powerful, but after passing through the outer wall of the weird and gorgeous airship, only silence was transmitted inside.
.
Inside the airship, the crystals embedded in the walls one after another release the brilliance of the sun, illuminating the interior like daylight. The aesthetics of elves are not different from humans, so the internal space is created to resemble a tree house.
It exudes the fresh smell of trees.
On one side of the wall is a huge bookshelf, with a dense collection of books placed on it, allowing a female elf leaning on a recliner to choose freely. If the transparent windows hadn't revealed the scene outside, this would have been more like an ordinary book on a warm afternoon.
Scenes.
Only at the bottom of the tree house, a pattern resembling a bihorned head intertwined with numerous complicated patterns reveals the identity of this female elf.
The Tirisil family, an ancient spellcasting family among the elves, is also one of the oldest nobles. It still has a place in the royal court, and this family is especially famous for its cruel trials.
In order to select the next generation leader of the family, they will throw the candidates into one dangerous place after another for training. The successful ones will advance to the next round, while the losers will be deprived of most of their resources and exiled.
This is a way to keep the family strong and pool resources. Exiled family members are not without opportunities. As long as they have talent and strength, they can rise again, make a comeback, and return as the king.
There is no doubt that Morun is such a family member who failed the test. He didn't even advance to the second round and was banished to a wild mine.
And all this, even if it comes from another family of spellcasters, his mother Caroline can only watch helplessly and try her best to make her son live a better life.
For example, giving him a tribe of mining rats, as well as several powerful warriors that he brought as a dowry, are enough to ensure the safety of Morun's life, provided of course that he does not commit suicide himself.
"So I want to see who dares to bewitch my son!"
Caroline, who seemed to be concentrating on holding a book of elf poetry, was actually not paying attention to the book at all. Instead, her eyes flickered with a cold light, constantly revealing a frightening murderous intention.
As a mother, she knows her son better than anyone else. Morun does have talent, and his talent is not low. This is why he was targeted and was exiled in the second round. Perhaps it was the price of his extraordinary talent.
Lack of certain sensitivities and being easily emotional, in layman's terms, means being easily impulsive.
It is easy to let your reason start to take a big step back because of other people's provocation or confusion.
Therefore, Caroline specially sent him to this remote mine, hoping that he could settle down. Unexpectedly, even so, she still received some bad news.
Slaves and wealth are secondary. This is not worth mentioning in Caroline's eyes. The most important thing is reputation. This incident has had a certain negative impact on the entire Tiresil family.
To be honest, Caroline is very disappointed with Morun, but this does not mean that she will give up on her son, because he still has extraordinary talents.
As long as talent can be transformed into strength, character flaws will be infinitely reduced. After all, this world still respects the strong. Under strength, shortcomings will even be turned into advantages, such as being impulsive and irritable, which can also be said to be jealous of evil.
"Your Mightiness!"
At this time, there were footsteps nearby, and then a tall elf walked in and saluted her: "Among the information that has been collected, there is no such elf named Druid. It's as if he came out of thin air.
It appears to be normal and very suspicious!"
"Humph, no matter who he is, he is dead. How are the guards prepared?"
Caroline's face was filled with murderous intent. Just like Camris, she didn't believe Lu En's words at all. Maybe when she was young, she would think that she was special and could do something big, but as the years went by,
, you will know that the world will never change according to the will of an elf.
"The guards are right behind us. As long as you give the order, we can seal off the entire surrounding area!"
The tall elf bowed and said.
"Very good...huh?"
Caroline was about to say something, but she was suddenly surprised to see that the moonlight through the window was faintly tinged with blood.
...
Several pterosaurs approaching the same destination in a completely different direction from Caroline also noticed something strange, standing on the backs of the pterosaurs and looking at the moon.
"Everyone, I have an ominous feeling, speed up!"
A man in black robes, who was short compared to an elf, suddenly spoke up. Looking at the falling moonlight, some strange change seemed to be brewing in it.
Behind him, several men in black robes with the same attire, some tall and some short, silently increased the speed of driving the pterosaur.
...
Bah!
"Next!"
Bah!
"..."
The continuous sounds of flesh being torn apart, along with the strong smell of blood that came with the wind, made Morun feel as if he was in a sea of blood, watching the elven warriors numbly take away a
Another fresh life.
Those slaves whose brains were paralyzed by hallucinogenic substances were not aware of the slaughterhouse around them at all. They could only hear one sentence after another in their ears, and then instinctively squirmed forward, and then were beheaded, and their blood flowed along the digging.
The ravines spread out wildly.
Even if he was the initiator of everything, Morun felt cold inside at this time. It was one thing to say it, but it was another thing to watch so many lives disappear. It would have been different if he behaved like this hundreds of years ago.
It was enough for him to die a hundred times.
However, the seemingly eternal war has destroyed not only human nature, but also the elves have undergone profound changes.
Countless blood is like a surging river, flowing in the outlined pattern. As slaves die one after another, starting from the periphery of the pattern, streaks of bloody light gradually accumulate and brew, and then rise into the sky!
These are like giant bloody pythons standing up one after another, showing their existence in the night, and constantly twisting their bodies, making everyone who sees it feel inexplicable chill and danger in their hearts.
feel.
The howling wind stopped.
The noisy insect makes no sound.
Even the moon seemed stunned by this scene, letting the clouds cover its face, leaving only one after another scarlet light rising into the sky, intertwining and outlining a larger and more complex figure in the sky.
Thick, bloody, evil...
Countless elves from far away were stunned by this scene. They walked out of their homes and looked into the distance, as if a huge boulder was weighing on their hearts. Some kind of irresistible terror was about to come!
"Did you make it?"
Under the blood color, the excitement on Morun's face gradually faded away, replaced by some kind of heart palpitations. He couldn't help but turn his head to look at the central altar, where Lu En was.
Boom!
The next moment, a huge thunder fell from the sky!