Mixed Miners

The elf didn't stun for a long time. After a few minutes, he woke up, and then he climbed up and squatted in front of Yang Ling. His mouth was screaming and groaning, and the excited body was trembling.

Soon, a huge flying sword rushed into the black fog again. On the tip of the sword, the elf stood nervously and excitedly standing next to Yang Ling. From time to time, pointing direction, two hours passed, Yang Ling felt the gods in flight I felt that God had collided with a layer of transparent things, so I quickly slowed down. After a few seconds, my eyes suddenly appeared, and a square of square kilometers appeared in the line of sight.

A transparent energy enchantment covers the entire city, blocking all the black mist around it. The walls are very old and many places have collapsed, but because of the energy cover, the scanning of the gods is greatly restrained. It is possible to see a crescent-shaped tower in the center of the city emitting white light, releasing a constant stream of energy to support the energy hood.

Finally found it!

Yang Ling sighed a sigh of relief, and when he saw it, he controlled the flying sword and stopped directly at a city gate.

The arrival of a group of Yang Ling apparently alerted the guards in the city. There was a sharp voice everywhere in the enchantment. With the dense footsteps and shouts, many elves wearing armor, armed with long guns and bows, appeared on the wall. Condescending and nervous, watching Yang Ling and others.

"The second child, it seems that I don't welcome us here?" Gao Wenfeng shrugged.

"Crap, have not dealt with, how friendly?" Ding Cong turned a blind eye.

Yang Ling patted the shoulder of the elf who was rescued, pointing to the inside of the city, letting him advance to inform, so the elf excitedly slammed into the wall and walked into the enchantment, and the elves inside Soon the city gate opened a slit and let him in.

After waiting for half an hour, the elves on the wall suddenly slammed down. In a short while, a large group of elves appeared. Some of them looked very old, and there were several magical ones wearing pointed hats and robes. In the middle, there is a woman in the middle, who is about thirty years old. She is wearing a long white dress, her graceful posture, dignified manners, and a silver star crown on her head.

"¥#@..." A magician on the wall used a long magic wand to point to a group of people in Yangling who shouted loudly.

Yang Ling has been waiting for some impatience.

If you slap a big city, even if you have an enchantment, you can't stop his attacks. But you don't come to fight, and you smashed the enchantment. I am afraid that this gathering place will be finished. After thinking about it, Yang Ling’s body The momentum of the stock horror skyrocketed, stirring the void constantly shaking, accompanied by a strong green light, a virtual tree of nearly two hundred meters high rises behind him.

"Ah~~"

"¥%#......"

"@&..."

After a short period of silence on the wall, there was chaos and screams. Countless elves dropped their weapons and smashed them all over the ground. They shook their heads against the shadows of the trees, and the hands of the old wizards. The magic wand is also when the jingle collapses.

"嘎吱~~~"

In less than half a minute, accompanied by a sore tooth, the closed gate was pushed away completely, and the woman wearing the crown was surrounded by a group of magicians and hundreds of elves. Inside, the excitement could not be suppressed, stumbled into the front of Yang Ling, and then screamed all the way down. The woman took the star crown and respectfully placed it at the foot of Yang Ling, then squatted on the ground. The body is still shaking slightly.

There are still elves in the city, and there are men and women, helping the old and carrying the young, one by one, bursting into the ground, and even crying.

On this day, they have been waiting for too long, and the ancestors have waited for hundreds of millions of years, and the entire ethnic group has almost reached the point where it is difficult to sustain the oil.

The adult who brought the tree of life in front of him is the turning point of the fate of the elves.

The ancient prophecy finally released the dawn of luck at the last moment.

The big tree behind Yang Ling exudes bright light. Under the radiance of the light, many elves have a faint green glow, and the woman who is kneeling at the foot of Yang Ling has emerged a green tree with a height of more than one meter. The illusion, intertwined with the light of the big tree, suddenly has a very familiar feeling in Yang Ling's consciousness, it seems that they are their long-lost relatives, there is a kind of closeness and kindness from the blood.

Yang Ling did not move, Ding Cong and Gao Wenfeng and a group of Mozu did not move.

There are also elves in the city that ran out in succession. At this time, there were no more than 20,000 people near the gate.

After half an hour passed, Yang Ling took away the illusion of the big tree.

"Let's get up~" Yang Ling raised his hand, no matter whether these elves could understand it, but obviously, some of them were very clever, and several old wizards hesitated after a while and climbed up, one by one like the New Year. The child was as excited and excited, and the tears on his face were too late to dry, holding his hands and walking to Yangling and waiting.

? ?

Yang Ling’s face is so aggressive, is this going to be dry?

"The second child, let's meet up! Don't lose your face." Gao Wenfeng said with a sullen face.

A few days ago on the road, Yang Ling said something about the magical civilization, especially the elves. For these elves, including a group of demons, my heart is filled with pity and pity.

A brilliant and splendid civilization finally fell to this point, except for the sigh.

Meet up?

Yang Ling's cheeks pumped a bit ~www.readwn.com~ But it looks like it looks like... It seems to be similar, so the hand flips over and takes out a bottle of Lafite for 82 years... Hey, it’s a bottle of life ore. Brewed fruit wine, pure and transparent natural crystal bottle, filled with light green liquid, in this billions of years filled with dark fog and dead, it looks so dreamy and beautiful.

The longest old magician who stretched out his hand, looked at the bottle of the worshipped adult in the palm of his hand, and his face was purely smiling, and the mouth of his mouth could be stuffed into a big duck egg.

I rely on, what is your expression?

Yang Ling's face was pumped again, his hand was gently grasped, another bottle appeared, and then placed in the hands of another magician.

Then there was another stunned old man.

In a short while, the six old men had a bottle of fruit wine in their hands, lined up in a row, color tempting, very pleasing to the eye.

But obviously, these old men are not happy, holding a bottle and being in a daze.