Heroic Death System

I can still find myself floating in the air, the body is translucent, shrouded in a pale green wave, the stars are a little bit beautiful, shining. The forest in the distance is vast, the sky is like a wash, and a tall tree stands tall and tall. It stands between the heavens and the earth. It is the mother tree of the elves - the natural **** wood.

[The host is currently in a 47% gel state, and when the state reaches 100%, it can be materialized. 】

Can still ask: "How long does it take to reach 100%?"

[Expected for 89 days. The system added, [the host can not leave the scope of the forest before the body is completed. 】

89 days? Fortunately, the time is not too long.

It is still possible to turn around the natural **** wood, and the eyes are swept through the woods. It is faintly visible in groups of three or five people. On the edge of the woods, several camps are arranged neatly and orderly, and an alliance army composed of warriors of all ethnic groups is stationed. The flag is fluttering and spectacular.

I remember that before I disappeared, the size of the coalition army was not so large. After his death, the various ethnic forces should rely on the resurrection of the natural gods to regroup new forces and unite the antagonistic ghosts. They just don’t know what the current situation is. Are the peacekeepers still okay?

In the depths of the forest two or three kilometers away from Shenmu, a group of elves seem to be inductive, and look in a certain direction, with a look of sly and expectation on their faces. After a moment of silence, they have taken steps and turned to nature. Shenmu rushed away.

Cocoa is the breath of cocoa!

Twelve elves, Shadi is the fastest, followed by Micah, Sarah and so on.

"Wait for me!" Hill held the trunk, and the two weak legs were pushing forward, but only a few steps away, the little friends had disappeared without a trace. He was left behind alone, and his tears fell quickly, and he could only helplessly yell.

At this moment, a small figure was drilled out of the bush and effortlessly carried Hill on his back.

"Thank you, Alam." Hill snorted in his ear.

Alam didn’t say anything, his expression was stiff and the face was covered with a layer of bark. The rough and strange lines spread across the neck and spread all over the body. It looked like an incomplete tree man. Only those eyes are very clear.

A group of elves gathered around the gods and looked up at their mother trees, looking forward to them.

However, the people they miss did not appear.

Leyre slammed her head, her tears fell like beans, and the other elves were downcast and disappointed.

Just when they thought it was just an illusion, a familiar and intimate atmosphere, gently circling around them, embracing them, gentle and soothing.

The elves glimmered in the eyes, and walked quickly to the front of the tree, arms wide open to the trunk, as if in the arms of the mother.

Still slowly falling, translucent fingers, one by one on the elf's head, silently told them: I, back.

47% of the gel state, although not visible to the elves, can make them feel.

The elf's face is full of happy smiles, holding the trunk and not letting go, can't wait to hang on it.

"What are you doing?" At this moment, a cold voice suddenly came from behind.

The elves turned their heads and saw that a red-haired mixed-race elf walked slowly toward them, with a bit of disappointment on his face. She is the teacher assigned to the elf by the old Master Gerry, responsible for teaching them spells and various combat skills.

The elves said excitedly to her: "Marty, Coco is back!"

Marty frowned, didn't put their words in her heart, and asked: "Is the coursework handed over to you today completed?"

The elves looked dark and originally wanted to share their joy with the other elves, but they were poured a cold water by the other party.

"Marty, can we stay here for the night?" Lele asked awkwardly.

Marty glanced at her and said coldly: "Although you are pure blood elves, you can't just break the rules. Except for prayer ceremonies, no one else can stay in the Holy Land at other times."

"but……"

"Okay, hurry back and finish your coursework." Marty refused to order.

The elves hold the trunk tightly and stubbornly refuse to leave.

When Marty saw it, he no longer spoke. He whistled into the air, and then saw several forest guards smashing out of the woods.

"Bring them back." After a pause, Marty added, "Be careful, don't hurt them."

The forest guard nodded and turned and walked toward the elf.

The elves escaped and played hide-and-seek around the gods and guards. However, several inconvenient elves were quickly caught. The other elves hurried over and hung on the guards in an attempt to rescue their companions.

The guards were unmoved, holding one in one hand, and hanging a few on their bodies, so they took them to their residences.

I can still see this scene floating in midair, and I am angry. Natural **** wood is the mother tree of the elves, and is the habitat of all elves. No one has the right to prevent the elves from getting close to their mother trees. And strictly speaking, the pure-blood elf is the master of the Holy Land, and the mixed-blood elves can only be regarded as the sidelines and branches of the elves.

Seeing that the elves are about to be taken away, the still-spirited spirit suddenly sways like ripples, the natural gas is surging, the vines on the ground grow up quickly, and the guard's feet are firmly tied in an instant.

Immediately, a few vines were extended on the ground, and the elf's body was gently entangled, and they were sent to the branches of the **** wood. Then the vines let go of the guards, like the green snakes, circling and intertwining on the ground, and finally forming a semi-circular shape, which is like a pair of huge wings, which protects the elf on the **** wood.

Marty and others looked at the scene with shock and couldn't speak for a while.

The spiritual body can still sit in the middle of the elf in a fluttering manner, posing to the people below: "The elf is taken over by me, you can go."

Although the other party couldn't hear or see it, the pressure of the natural **** wood made Marty and others feel a sigh of relief and couldn't help but retreat a few steps.

The elves first stayed for a while, then they all jumped excitedly.

I can still look at the happy elf, dissatisfied: "Where did the Ivya guy go? Didn't he take care of the elves?"

It is still not against Ivy to bring the elf back to the forest, after all, it is their home, which is the best place for them to grow up. However, from the current situation, their situation is not very good.

The first is their residence, which is arranged two or three miles away from Shenmu. The house is square and has a simple style, which does not meet the characteristics of the elf. The clothes worn by the elves are obviously designed according to the aesthetics of the Terran. Although luxurious and exquisite, it is not suitable for elves. The elves are lively and active, like to run and jump in the woods, clothes should be light, rather than dress them like aristocrats.

Pure blood elves are born artists and botanists, but the hybrid elf named "Marty" doesn't seem to understand this. It is strict with the elves and works with one eye.

The strength of the elf does not go backwards, and the disability of the body has no signs of easing. Don't they know that the Fountain of Life can heal the wounds? Although natural disability is difficult to cure, it is perfectly fine to alleviate the pain.

However, their situation seems to be more serious than before he left.

I still don't know that since the natural gods and the spring of life have reappeared in the world, they have been listed as restricted areas by the various ethnic forces. No one can be close to them. The use of the fountain of life must also be reviewed. In the past few years, the elves did not say that they used the spring water to cure the disease. They only tasted a few mouthfuls, and they must first get permission from the elders.

Ivey knows that the Fountain of Life can nourish the elf's body, but he doesn't know how to treat it, so he only occasionally secretly gives them a few pots.

Under a valley, Ivey, who had just experienced a fierce battle, is resting on the mountain wall to keep his eyes closed. I don't know how long it took, he suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes shot two brilliant lights, then turned around and looked around, his face flashed a trace of suspicion.

Strange, is he not dead?

Ivey clearly remembers that shortly after the elves sacrificed, he rushed into the camp of the ghosts, opened the door, and used his own techniques to kill hundreds of ghosts. Exhausted, captured by the ghost family, and put into the dungeon.

Recalling the days of being held in the dungeon, Ivey’s eyes flashed two bright flames. The ghosts tortured him every day with all kinds of cruel means, making him unhappy. However, he possesses the dragon lineage, his vitality is extremely tenacious, and under their torture, he still survives. Until the Alliance Army attacked the camp, he was rescued.

However, he did not die under the enemy's torture, but in the end he gave up.

The reason why the Alliance sent troops to save him was because of his strong fighting power. As a result, they saved a dead person. At that time, Ivy, his limbs were broken, his bones were broken, and there was no one in the flesh. He couldn’t stand even the station, let alone fight. As they were disappointed with the elf's disability, they were disappointed with him.

Ivey felt a little funny and felt a bit sad.

These people are not heroic in battle, but they always like to judge people by their own standards. Once it does not meet expectations, it will not hesitate to give up. This is true for the elf, and the same for him.

But they don't know that the dragons have a strong ability to regenerate, as long as there is still a breath, and serious injuries can heal themselves. And every time you experience a serious injury, your strength will become stronger. Just give him some time, he can continue to fight, in order to protect the natural **** of cocoa, he can fight to the bones.

However, history seems to repeat itself. Once again, there have been traitors in the league, using the new ghost jade, sealing the fountain of life and destroying the natural **** wood. This time, it is truly destroyed, and even a branch is not preserved.

If the outcome is already doomed, why bother to struggle? He eventually failed to protect the cocoa, failed to protect the elf, and failed to drive the ghosts out of the mainland. Today, the last conviction that he has fought for is also eroded by the short-sighted and ruthless betrayal that the coalition forces are eager to achieve.

Ivey’s heart was like a stagnant water, and he chose to give up.

Everything should have ended with his death, but he "woke up" and took the memory before death. Today, two years after the cocoa became the mother tree, "wake up"...