elf successor

"Don't let four bugs defile the sacred northern kingdom, Germa, go kill them."

The blood witch Ge Ma sat cross-legged in a low cave and slowly opened his turbid eyes. Two or three rays of red light disappeared in his eyes, and then his eyes became even lower and lifeless, as if he was dying of old age. Dying.

The hoarse and harsh voice fell calmly, and the majestic Yaksha lying prone at the entrance of the cave lowered his huge head respectfully, facing the endless wind and sand, and walked towards the south.

Katsuma, who had never stood up since returning two years ago, groaned softly. Her dry legs were like tree branches, deeply rooted in the ground, supporting her whole body. She swayed several times until she became familiar with the stiff limbs. Ge Macai coughed a few times while holding down the witchcraft staff. He suppressed the hot blood in his throat and walked to the door of the crypt. He opened his cloudy eyes again and looked at the east. Only then did his eyes glow with a touch of grace, like bones. He rubbed his paws against his cheeks, which were already as old as dirt, and murmured: "Great ancestor, our descendants are devoutly waiting for your arrival."

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"Sir, there are still a few days before we can go out."

Korbach lost sight of his previous bravery, and his steps were staggering. Every time he took a step, his sword had to be inserted into the snow to fix his body, and then he took a few breaths slowly before taking the next step.

As for the scabbard outside the long sword, it was no longer known where it had been thrown.

The world is so vast that the four of them seem to be floating, walking aimlessly. No one knows where the end point is. The four of them had long lost their previous determination to walk out of the snowy field. Now that they were in a trance, they could only rely on the obsession in their hearts to continue moving forward. Otherwise, the moment the four of them stopped, death would be upon them. In this damn weather, once you stop, it will be difficult to take another step forward.

Gus was silent. Now the four of them had really entered the Jedi. The dried meat on their bodies had long been used up. Even the scrolls attached to their bodies had almost exhausted their witchcraft power. The heat was getting weaker day by day, but this world , is still boundless, only the wind is still blowing as always, and there is no sign of fatigue at all.

Gus clenched the small hand in his palm tightly. Eve also noticed that Gus was strange. She turned around and smiled lightly at Gus. However, the two pear blossoms bloomed reluctantly. Eisenna sipped. He glanced at the two of them with pursed lips, his eyes were dim, and he changed his tone from before and said in a calm voice: "I'm afraid we can't get out."

Korba laughed, quite free and easy, and looked up at the pale sky. Northern Xinjiang was strange, but he did not expect it to be so strange. However, for him who had no worries, it was still a bit regretful. He had just touched the threshold of the bone opening. Before it has time to settle, you will face death.

But this is just regret, far from regret.

Gus smiled lightly and said, "Are you scared?"

Eve shook her head, her hair full of black hair dancing wildly in the evil wind, her eyes were still clear, she faced Gus and said slowly: "I shouldn't have let you come with me."

"What? Regret it?"

"Kind of."

Perhaps it was the pressure brought by death. Eve's clear eyes were full of perseverance. She turned around and looked ahead, taking in the vast white expanse as far as the eye could see. She smiled bitterly against the evil wind and suddenly hugged Gus tightly, tears streaming down her eyes. There were traces of tears, but they were instantly frozen into ice by the evil wind. Gus took a deep breath and patted Eve's back. The fire phoenix clothes were like burning flames, warming Gus.

The luggage of the four of them had been lost long ago, and the witch medicine was broken into pieces and divided into four parts and placed between their chests. Eve and Aisena put on both sets of clothes to try to block the cold. Fire, one is like ice, the complete opposite.

The four of them stopped, and Eve buried herself deeply in Gus's arms, muttering to herself: "I shouldn't be willful. I know clearly that my father will not survive, but I just can't believe it in my heart. In the end, I hurt you. "

"Don't blame yourself. I told you that I came here to find my grandpa. This has been the purpose from beginning to end." Eisenna stared at Gus and said coldly: "I didn't believe grandpa would come here before. It can be seen that The moment I arrived at the snowfield, I was sure that he was definitely here."

"Haha, I am following the general. Wherever the general is, as a subordinate, there is no reason not to follow him." javascript:

Gus held Eve's cheeks, feeling the cold and rough face, carefully cleaned the ice crystals in the corners of his eyes, and said softly: "I only remember you, do you still want to leave me? Let's go, I feel Here we are, the snowfield is coming to an end.”

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Germa faced the south, with green flames rising from her head, several feet high, burning like a candle. The strong skin was shining with the color of brass. Sitting cross-legged, with four claws like knives, he was waiting for four people he didn't know.

There was a snowy field in front of him, but he didn't dare to touch it or touch those seemingly spotless things. So I can only sit here. Germa's eyes were full of sadness. She looked at the vast snowfield and remembered that two years ago, all the Yasha clan, led by the priests, went south from here. However, in the end, less than 50% of the people returned, and they suffered heavy losses. And this 50% Most of them are buried in the snowfields and die quietly. The gloomy weather is their natural enemy. They cannot offend them, so they can only stay away from them.

The Yaksha clan has very little patience. Just when Germa was getting a little impatient, four big black dots on the boundless snowfield caught his eye, and his pupils that were not afraid of any strong winds tightened, "Roar..." "..." Roaring, the four claws have gathered all their strength, just hoping to kill with one blow.

The human race is a dirty species. When it became clear that the visitor was a human race, the anger in Germa's heart had already exceeded the upper limit. She stared at the slow-moving bugs in the distance, wiping her sharp claws back and forth in the cold soil. Damn it. If it weren't for them, the Yasha tribe would still be living a relaxed life on the fertile land in the south. If it weren't for them, their own tribe would not die on the front line. The human race's persecution of the Yaksha tribe has accumulated for thousands of years and has become a legacy of hatred. There is no possibility of reconciliation. From the time he was just born to the time when he was dying, Yaksha always wanted to crush the heads of the human race with his own hands.

Germa saw Gus, and Gus naturally looked at him.

The three-foot-tall Yasha looked extremely dazzling in the vast white. Gus was not blind. On the contrary, his eyes were amazing. However, the four of them were not in a surprised mood, and their already cold hearts suddenly sank to the soles of their feet.

how to spell? There is only a thin line between the four of them and death. Except for Gus who can lift the witch wand, the other three hold each other's arms to avoid being blown down by the evil wind.

However, the four of them did not stop. If they stopped here, they would die, but if they continued, they would have a narrow escape. The four of them were smart people, so they naturally knew what to choose. Gus carried three witch staffs and a long sword and walked in front, staring at the three-foot-tall Yaksha a thousand meters away with a gloomy expression.