elf successor

With cloudy eyes, he watched Gus's back walk out of the crypt. Ge Ma was half paralyzed on the ground, his bones tapping on the table and making a rattling sound. Moisturized and smooth: "Go to the Sirius Clan and the Shadow Clan, find their sacrifices, and inform them to help me in four days."

Seeing Germa leave, he thought for a long time, finished the last mouthful of bread in his hand, drank the remaining yellow water in front of him comfortably, smacked his lips, touched the witch staff at hand, his cloudy eyes suddenly became sharp, and his whole body The decadent atmosphere was swept away, as if a new life had arisen. He sat cross-legged behind the table, with the witch's staff lying across his knees, staring at the east, his gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the void.

"For thousands of years, the sixty-four tribes in Northern Xinjiang have put all their luck on it. Please protect me from your ancestors."

The low trembling sound, like the mysterious sound of the Nine Heavens, actually caused resonance between the heaven and the earth. Suddenly, the wind stopped, and the wildly rolled sand fell to the ground in an instant, and the entire northern border became deathly silent.

Eight blood pillars flashed with blood, and from time to time there were bursts of demonic sounds, which shocked the heartstrings. The witch staff rose faintly, hovering above the cave, like a sea-fixing needle, suppressing the endless creatures in the northern border, and the overwhelming pressure began from nine Rising from the secluded land, they dispersed above the sky. All the yakshas emerged from the underground caves, and they all knelt down in the direction of the bloody pillar. He was mumbling to himself, but to outsiders, it sounded like wailing.

The oil-drained body of Kuedama attracted wisps of blood from the blood column, just like silk swallowing up Kudu's thin body, evenly wrapping around it and finally forming a blood cocoon suspended in the crypt.

After a moment, the blood cocoon tore open the ground and spiraled up from the crypt. Eight blood chains wrapped around the blood cocoon in turn. Gus raised his head and stared at the blood cocoon above, thinking rapidly in his heart. Three leaves of green light surrounded Gus. Faintly resisting the coercion coming from the entire world.

In the end, Gus let go of his witch wand, looked around at the ant-like Yashas, ​​sighed and walked towards Eve and the others.

Under the blood cocoon, Gus felt the despair born from his heart. There was no support in the northern border. Gus had the will but was powerless. He could not tear open the blood cocoon with just the witch staff in his hand, let alone those around him. The entire Yaksha clan was still kneeling.

In the completely unobstructed Northern Territory, the four figures of Eve looked lonely and pitiful. They could only hide far behind the Yasha clan, looking at everything in disbelief. The witch wand shook slightly, and Gus rushed over like the wind.

"what happened?"

Seeing Gus, Eve lowered her hands holding the corners of her clothes. She forced a smile but could not hide the horror on her face. She had never seen so many yakshas, ​​they were as dense as locusts, and the flames above her head gathered into pieces. In addition, the three-foot-long body put great pressure on Eve and the others.

He took the hands handed over by Eve, looked behind him with a wry smile, and sighed: "Gama is going to take action. In four days, I will keep four hourglasses for him. We will leave here as soon as the time passes."

Evedy frowned and remained silent, while Aisena and the other three only looked forward without replying. The natural phenomenon was like a dream. Before they could react, the wind and sand filled the sky as if they weighed a thousand pounds, and they all sank into the earth. The evil wind that was about to move south also died down. In an instant, the whole sky changed. This place was completely different from the northern border they had seen before.

Without the dust, the hanging sunshine is gentle and a little warm. The blue sky is no longer stirred by the cold wind. Unconsciously, the clouds are gathering, and the clouds are rolling and relaxing, dotting the sky. Gus rubbed Eve's hair, straightened his body, and said slowly: "This time, things are really going to change in Northern Xinjiang."

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Hansti City, Massa Empire Kyoto.

The layers of castles are like black clouds pressing down on the environment, with nine palaces and eighteen gates lined up one after another. It’s like a sharp sword has been thrust into the center of Kyoto, and the hilt of the sword is the end of the nine palaces, where the sword body is controlled. Even the white clouds in the sky are low here. After a while, the birds and beasts became extinct, and there was no sound. The layers of high walls guarded the last palace.

The Winter Sun Festival is coming soon. As an imperial clan, we should set an example for the world, and the imperial city is preparing for the grandest banquet of the year.

Winter Snow Banquet is the name of the banquet. Winter snow represents auspiciousness. After the winter snow comes spring, which also brings endless hope. On the surface, the Winter Snow Banquet is just a means for the imperial clan to summon the great clans of Kyoto to participate in the grand event, but its deep meaning is intriguing. Who is not coming, who is coming, who is taking the main seat, and who is staying away from the emperor. There are reasons for its appearance. Here, you can see the level of power and strength from the seats, and even the young and old can get a glimpse of it.

Since the founding of the People's Republic of China, the Winter Snow Banquet has received great attention from the imperial clan. It has been held once a year without interruption. During this period, the Massa Empire was at its most dangerous. The Winter Snow Banquet was also held as scheduled, and plans for resisting the enemy were discussed at the banquet. Victory over thousands of miles, again and again, the winter snow feast determines the direction of the entire Massa Empire.

The winter snow banquet is usually very lively, but this time it was like an ice cave. More than 500 people from the capital's big and small dignitaries were lined up in front of the long table. Although the melodious music was still the same and the dancers' long sleeves faced the wind, it could not arouse the excitement. Sitting in the eyes of powerful people.

They all stared at the tableware in front of them. This banquet was really weird.

The once arrogant Emperor Philisberg is really old. His majestic body can now only sit slumped at the highest point of the long table, struggling to pick the simplest oranges. His cheeks are droopy, his eyelids are drooped, and his eyes are endlessly tired. I mean, my trembling hands were still able to peel away the thin orange peel with all my strength.

Under the hands, Gu Yu and Ming Ling stood out. They sat and looked at each other. The two extraordinary young men above them were drinking red wine with smiles, which was sweet to their lungs. However, the smiles at the corners of their mouths were a little stiff, and their eyes flickered, and they didn't know how to measure this. What.

These two people are the eldest prince and third prince of the Massa Empire, and they are also the protagonists of this banquet. Today, the old emperor will announce who is the successor to the throne.

Below Guyu, six old men were sleeping with their bellies in arms. No one would be stupid enough to fire the first shot at this juncture. They are the most powerful figures in the empire, and the normal operation of the empire is inseparable from them, but here, no one dares to disobey the wishes of the old man at the top.

"Bah, why are these oranges different from last year?" Phyllis spit out the half piece of orange she had not finished chewing in disgust, picked up the pure white fur next to her hand, and wiped her mouth. Looking at the endless long table, he slowly waved his hand, and the harsh voice sounded like a devil: "Behead the female officer, how dare you deceive us, Jones, do you think you should kill her or not."

The third prince below froze slightly, smiling at the emperor's groggy gaze, "He deserves to be killed."

"Third brother, the female officer in charge of the Winter Snow Banquet this time must be your concubine." The eldest prince Doyle raised his head and stared at Jones playfully, but without any intention of being aggressive, and said slowly: "Your favorite female officer, next Do you have to get rid of it? Ming Ling, do you think this is the case?"

The ghost body below Jones was visibly trembling, and his fingers hit the jade cup with a slight click. He first saluted the emperor, and then saluted each of his two brothers. "In my opinion, he really deserves to be killed!"

As soon as these words came out, there was a slight commotion on the long silent table, and even the six old people raised their eyelids and glanced at the ghost.

How could this prince, who usually dared not show his dignity in the imperial city, dare to face the third prince Jones today? Could it be that he has secretly formed an alliance with the eldest prince? Those present were all smart people, so they naturally understood the metaphor in this sentence. They held their breath and waited for the development of the situation.