This puppeteer is not normal

Chapter 484 Ancient Memory

Yafen walked through the elven village. She had a clear goal, and she was the "Darkness of the Elven King" owned by the dark elves.

She doesn't need to wipe out all the dark elves, she just needs to find that thing and use its authority to complete the recovery of the dark elves.

This kind of precious thing elves will definitely be kept in an unknown secret place.

But this is of no help to Yafen. As the original embryo of the ancient elf king, she has an absolute sense of connection with "own things".

However, Yafen, who entered the village, also encountered the problem of choice.

On the sacrificial ground not far away, an ominous atmosphere is gradually permeating.

There is no doubt that it is the ancestor god of the dark elves, the dog of the void.

It hasn't come completely yet, Yafen may be able to destroy the summoning ceremony of the dark elves in the past now.If it is resolved before the Void Dog arrives, the help of that bastard immortal will not be needed.

But there is also a risk in rushing over. If the summoning happens to be completed when she passes by, wouldn't she have a direct face-to-face with that old god?
At that time, it must be the end of fleeing.

Should I go directly to the Darkness of the Elf King to be on the safe side, or try to save my deal that was so bad that it lost money?

Besides, even after making a deal, she didn't have any trust in the character of that bastard immortal.What if the other party repents?
After hesitating for a while, Yafen chose to try to stop the summoning ceremony first.

If they do meet, relying on her all-round support, escaping is not a problem.

……

The priest of the dark elf opened his eyes.

A pitch-black mist was shrouded around him, making it impossible for him to see the surrounding situation clearly.

However, he could feel that from the surrounding fog, many eyes were watching him.

He didn't act rashly, just stopped where he was and waited for something.

Soon, his waiting came to fruition.

There was a lavender shimmer in front of it, which seemed to contain some other special colors, but it was so fleeting that the priest couldn't see it clearly, but overall, it was indeed lavender.

The source of the lavender light seems to be lights, but upon closer inspection, you will find that these light sources that are connected in a line seem to be some kind of monster.

Their light showed the priest a way through the dark mist.And the sources of the surrounding sights seemed to be far away a lot, giving up the meaning of approaching, but the sights themselves did not shift.

The priest walked along the light.

His pace is not fast, but it is not slow, but the road seems to be very long.In this world, time lost its meaning, so he didn't know how long he had experienced.

It's just that I can faintly feel that I should indeed have experienced a long period of time.

Finally, the light seemed to come to an end.

When he passed the last "lamp", the lights behind him suddenly went out, and there could be faint sounds of creatures running in all directions in the mist.

Then, in the mid-air in front of him, the pitch-black mist was completely swept away, and a big pale hand descended from the sky and slapped the priest in front of him.

The air waves spreading outwards blew the priest's hair and clothes, and his expression remained unchanged.

"■■..."

The chaotic language beyond the realm of order came from all directions and penetrated into the head of the priest.

It was as if his brain was blasted by the pain of being burned by someone holding a branding iron. The priest trembled and almost knelt down, but he forced himself to endure it.

Afterwards, he understood the meaning of this great existence.

"Hold the ceremony of struggle to welcome the descending of the ancestor god." He leaned forward, his voice still trembling from the severe pain just now.

"■..."

"The challenger is all the creatures of order that the ancestor gods have seen."

"■..."

"From the humble to the container of the great will." The priest said.

"■."

"Thank you for your generosity."

After speaking, the big white hand in front of him slowly raised again, and then stretched out his fingers towards the priest.

The priest took a deep breath, without timidity or anxiety, and slowly stepped forward, being slowly grasped by the big white hand, until his eyes were completely shrouded in darkness.

He lost everything and invited the elves to a challenge.

An insurmountable challenge.

……

This is a memory belonging to the past of the elves.

The original embryo, the ancient elf king, first awakened in an ignorant age.

In that era, everything grew wildly, and the world had just escaped from the era of being ruled by the gods and ushered in an era of freedom.All creatures are exploring their own way out.

It was a primitive land belonging to titans and monsters.

The earliest leaders were a group of monsters who accumulated strength in the most primitive way and possessed huge sizes.

That's the titan.

As the apex of the world, the giant titan marks that the monster has become the master of the new generation of the world.

But the monsters don't have enough wisdom and thought, and the habits of the Titans can't make them the kings who lead the monsters to order.

Freshman, but chaotic.

The elves also awakened in such an era, and began to contact the world by relying on their own strength and characteristics.

However, it is difficult for wisdom and barbarism to coexist. Their wisdom is not accepted by those monsters, and they are even attacked frequently.

The elves can only hide, hide their tracks, and look for gaps in survival in the small settlements.

As the earliest intelligent race in the world, with special power, and the pride that may come from the source of power, their hearts are full of unwillingness.

If they were still as great as before, how could they be squeezed by these savage creatures?

In repeated conflicts and torments, some races of elves were even wiped out for a time, and after hundreds or even thousands of years, they would be reborn again based on the sustenance of some kind of power, and then experience the cold reality again.

How nice it would be if they were what they once were.

The elves begged for this possibility, hoping that it would bring them salvation.

So, in the thoughts of countless elves, that possibility responded to their thoughts.

It was a dark elf, as if he had a flash of inspiration, understood the mystery of the depths of the darkness, and began to integrate the power of the other elves with the tolerance of darkness.

When the power of thousands of elements merged into one, the oldest elf king came back to the world with supreme power.

But she didn't take away all the power of the elves, she just became the protector of the remaining elves, opening up a world for the elves.

The elves really ushered in a peaceful life and got a chance to develop.

They have found their footing in this chaotic era, and everything looks so good.

However, the nightmare came so suddenly and without warning.

On that day, thunder and lightning, wind and rain, and sharp roars pierced everything, flying above the sky, and golden scales descended like a terrifying existence in yellow robes.

It destroyed everything and shattered the peace of the Titans, as well as the beautiful thoughts of the elves.

An incomplete second-generation elf king, unable to protect.

(End of this chapter)