Lord of Plenty

After removing the armor, Spicy Rabbit Head hurriedly said:

"It's not safe here anymore, let's leave here quickly."

Kalima hugged little Elvy tightly, and said with a miserable face:

"Where can we go now?"

After two consecutive assassinations, they were still located so accurately in such a short time.

Even if she was blinded by love, Karima also noticed something wrong.

The elves' territory allowed human assassins to come and go freely.

'Tap tap tap~'

The dense footsteps came from the corridor, and Spicy Rabbit Head's face changed slightly, but then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"The elf guards of the royal city scared me.

Sure enough, no matter where they are, the police are always the last to arrive."

But Furen said coldly:

"Humph, this is not the royal city guards, but the royal guards directly under the elven royal family."

"What's the difference?"

Looking at the royal guards who were facing them with swords, Spicy Rabbit Head felt a little uneasy.

"Senior Fulun has also fallen, and actually mixed with these alien spies."

A handsome and almost seductive elf passed through many guards and came in front of everyone.

Spicy Rabbit Head secretly threw a detection spell, but got a series of question marks.

However, the big red dot displayed on the map still showed that the other party came with malicious intent.

This situation will only occur when the level difference between the two sides is more than 30 levels.

In other words, the other side is a humanoid BOSS.

"Iolia."

Flen shook his head and said:

"When did the most powerful elf warrior who was only loyal to the Queen of Golden Flower learn the hypocrisy of humans?

There are not many people in the entire Elf Forest who can call you, is it Her Majesty the Queen or the Princess?"

"Humph, what qualifications do you have to question me now?

Take them all away."

Spicy Rabbit Head quietly took out the miniature ball of armor from the space backpack again.

The next second, the miniature ball of armor in his hand disappeared and was held in the hand of the elf with a weird aura.

"What a powerful alchemical creation, magical and beautiful.

A weak being like you is not worthy of such powerful equipment."

"That's mine!" Spicy Rabbit Head was furious.

"It was before, but now it belongs to me."

Iolia mocked mercilessly, and curiously followed Spicy Rabbit Head's approach and stretched a hand into the twisted "liquid".

'Unauthorized individuals detected~crack~'

A strong current burst out, and Iolia had to retract his arm, and even the metal gloves on his hands were slightly melted by the electricity.

Iolia was not angry but happy, and said with satisfaction:

"It's really a good thing."

The more powerful the monster, the harder it is to tame.

The same is true for powerful weapons and equipment. Legendary props even have a weak will of their own.

It will judge whether the user is qualified to use it.

Iolia judged that this was a very peculiar legendary alchemical creation, which was extremely powerful and needed professional people to crack it before it could be used normally.

"Please, everyone."

Karima, who was as hopeless as death, hugged little Elvy and staggered.

Fren was put in a special shackle that could suppress fighting spirit, and even the high-level orc priest, Spicy Rabbit Head, was not spared and was put under magic.

"Stinky demon, you wait for me, my master is very powerful, if you steal my things, you are finished!"

"Oh? I will capture your master by the way, so that you can reunite.

In the future, you will have a companion on the road to the underworld.

You are welcome."

"*%￥ @..."

Because of meddling in other people's business, the hero rabbit was thrown into prison for a random reason.

When the third prince Lalong arrived at the Red Maple Mansion, the scene was in a mess, and even the assassin's body was cleaned up, leaving nothing behind.

The elf village, Ioria was empty.

There was nothing left in the house, clothes, furniture, decorations, and even the dozen or so cans of fermenting fish sauce in the cellar.

It was obvious that he had already run away.

Ioriya, who was a fourth-level elf ranger like Furen, followed the trail and found that the other party seemed to have left the Elf Forest and fled to the direction of the Central Empire.

As the newly promoted leader of the Royal Guard, Ioriya could not leave the Elf Forest without permission.

He had no choice but to give up that little plan. Fortunately, he had another hostage who could use the strange alchemical creation.

A mere elf wizard could be killed at will, so it was not worth paying too much attention.

The third prince Lalong had nowhere to turn to, and even asked his mother Queen Jinhua and sister Lydia for help.

The former said that the person was dead and asked him not to think about it anymore.

The latter secretly told him that the person was imprisoned in the Underworld Prison deep underground of the Elf Mother Tree.

The Underworld Prison held all enemies who had been enemies of the elves for hundreds of years or had caused great losses to the elves.

In history, there was even a fallen Princess Jinhua who was imprisoned alive until death.

Since the age of sixteen, she has never seen the sun outside, and can only stay in that small cage for the rest of her life.

Except for the current Queen of Golden Flowers, no elf can get into the Underworld Prison.

Don't think about getting out again.

But if Lalon does what she says, at least he won't die.

One day passed quietly like this.

On this important day of bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new, there is a noble prince who runs around for love and has nowhere to turn.

There is a smart master who is worried that his apprentice is living too well in prison, so he sneaks in with him.

There are hard-working players who have gone through thousands of hardships and worked hard to catch a satisfactory dream demon pet, and their combat power soars.

There are grateful players who get a bottle of strange wine that can wake up life and death.

There are also players who are thrown into prison for meddling in other people's business and sing the tears behind the iron bars.

Time flies, and the white horse passes by in a blink of an eye. It's the day of the New Day Festival.

The sun rises as usual every day, so that the various tribes on the continent have gradually forgotten the meaning of the New Day Festival.

But it doesn't matter, there will always be someone who will remember, and there will always be someone who will stand up.

Until this sad cycle is broken.

Or the whole world is dragged into the ruins of the world and there will be no more days.

No one should blame anyone.

Because no one is qualified to blame anyone.

Everything is the common choice of all races and residents on this continent.

Transcendence, or sinking.

History is created in this way, until the end.

Inside the Elf Mother Tree, Kun stroked the core of the culture dish engraved with complicated magic marks, and couldn't help but sigh at the extent of the ancient elves' exploration of wood magic.

Compared with the seemingly life magic system created by humans, the magic of the ancient elves is undoubtedly closer to the word "life".

"The structure here is somewhat similar to the Mother Tree of Abundance, both of which differentiate the fetal sac at the roots.

Well, do you think that the slave elves are not worthy of being born from the tree crown like them?

But what do the Titans, their brothers, think of this trick of the ancient elves?

They can claim to be born from the roots of the Mother Tree of Life.

Although strictly speaking, they were born from the soil under the roots, and their blood relationship with the Mother Tree of Life is not as close as that of the ancient elves, they can only be regarded as dependents."

Kun went down along the internal space of the Elf Mother Tree, which can be said to be unimpeded.

Borrowing the dream authority that belonged to the Dark Moon Goddess Clentina, he was not afraid of attracting the prying eyes of the demigods.

Dreams have some hidden power and meaning.

Otherwise, the Dark Moon Goddess Clentina would not have been able to sneak her clone to Yongxu Continent.

A false moon rose in the other half of the continent where the sun did not shine.

And the more important reason was his body.

This body of the sun elf was reborn based on the bones of the elf ancestor sent by the Dansu royal family.

"Squeak~"

The defensive barrier formed by the roots of the elf mother tree opened automatically, making way for the front, as if welcoming the return of the real owner.

Kun said with a strange look:

"Why do I feel like I'm home?

Could it be that the Golden Flower royal family has controlled the elf mother tree for so long, but has not yet broken through the control core of the elf mother tree?

It's not that stupid."

Thinking about it again, it seems very normal.

Although the elves claim to be the orthodox of the ancient elves, their craftsmanship and magic all come from the ancient elves.

This is true.

But the ancient elves taught the elves, but those hard work that requires a lot of repetitive labor.

The real core magic technology was not taught to the elves.

Otherwise, the magic technology of the elves would never be limited to the current level.

They were also suppressed by the human race whose natural magic sensitivity was weaker than theirs, and could only hide in the forest of elves, unable to expand their power outward.

It is highly likely that this elf mother tree was forcibly controlled by the elves.

That is why the Golden Flower Royal Family was so afraid of the appearance of this pure-blooded sun elf, the orthodox successor.

As soon as they heard the news, even though they thought it was unlikely, they immediately sent an elite team with the legendary ranger as the core to assassinate.

From the core of the elf mother tree, they walked to the underground prison located 10,000 meters deep.

What Kun saw was not only the traces of magic left by the ancient elves.

There were also thousands of years of hard struggle and ambition of the elves.

As a descendant of the ‘sub-elf’ who was also enslaved by the ancient elves, Kun understood all the attempts, efforts, and cautions made by the elves.

There is no good or evil, mercy, or kindness in the war between races.

The elves do not want to continue to be enslaved by the ancient elves, and resistance is the only choice.

However, as an enemy on another side, Kun has become more determined to deal with the elves.

“Although it is highly likely that the Golden Flower Queen has not completely mastered the Elf Mother Tree, it is better to be safe.”

Kun, muttering, grabbed a large group of ‘fangs and claws’ from his personal space, shaking the purple sclerotium of parasitic hyphae.

Three generations of Tianfu descendants hatched by the Abundant Mother Tree.

(The first generation is the God of Tianfu, the second generation is the descendants of Tianfu, and the batch hatched and transformed by the Abundant Mother Tree is naturally the third generation)

Then Kun casually threw it into the corner of the Elf Mother Tree.

As soon as Ziyun Taisui landed, it crawled deeper into the Elf Mother Tree.

Parasitism of both body and spirit.

This Ziyun Tai Sui thing is much more dangerous than it looks.