The target Vest is the ultimate boss

The sky will be a name that existed in ancient times.Fishermen who went out to sea saw the huge rock piles floating and scattered in the sea, thinking that they were the residence of gods, and the most gorgeous palaces and the most prosperous city-states were built high on the huge rocks.

It wasn't until humans learned levitation and mastered the technology of forging flying tools that when they came here, they realized that the sky would be just a dead wasteland on top of huge rocks.

Due to territorial disputes and remoteness, it has not developed for tens of thousands of years.In recent years, the Alliance of Light has been established. In order to have a place for dialogue, a stone arch palace was perfunctorily built here.

Sid sat by a window.The dark sea waves are like the scales of a python, revealing a cold and calm hardness.The high-altitude cold wind brought ice particles into the window screens. Before departure, Kanas prepared a blanket made of tree-patterned buckskin for him. He took the blanket out of the mustard ring and wrapped it around his body, rubbing his palms to keep warm.

Now it is snowing everywhere in the mainland, but it is not accumulating in the south.The altitude of Sky City is very high, and the temperature is lower than that of Imperial City at night.

The fairy godmother stood beside him leaning on a cane, and raised her eyebrows when she saw the unique deer pattern totem of the Western family on the corner of the blanket.

"The knight called Alder gave it to you?"

"Ah."

Sid is a little surprised that the famous fairy godmother knows Canias' name.

Ever since the news of Kanas' extermination of the giant reached the imperial capital, he was included in the key monitoring list of the Magic Tower and the Holy Court.

That young man's talent is too good.

Even Sid, who is naturally able to attract light elements, is the only one in history.

As a result, beside the Holy Son, a second magic genius descended.

He also seems to know that his talent is abnormal, so he withdrew his feathers, and used the Holy Son of Light as a shield to hide his achievements under the name of Sid Chelt...

The eyes of the fairy godmother glided over the hairy head of the son.

It was beyond her expectation that a kid surnamed Chelt would trust a wolf with ulterior motives so easily.

Chelter's eldest son is more like his stern father.The Son of Light was so different from his calm elder brother that she almost thought Sid was a child adopted by Chelt.

The godmother sneered, "He's not a good stubble."

Sid turned away, ignoring her.

Almost everyone who knew Cañas told him to be wary of his roommates.

Sid is no fool.He had known for a long time that there was something elusive in Canias' care for him.Just like what Vera once warned him - Cañas is not his father, there is no reason to treat him so well.

While the two were talking, the deacon of the snowfield elf came to the hall with his attendants.

The elven deacon is dressed in brocade, with ivory white silk wrapped around his shoulders to his bare feet, like a sky climbing a pole, showing classical solemnity.

It is rumored that the elves are the most ascetic race on the land.Sid had never seen a real elf before. As a half-elf, Omega was tall enough to be called, but he was half a head lower than the elf in front of him.

Eyes like fairy tourmalines are as cold as ice and snow, and her fingers are as long as purple ginseng.

The deacon's probing eyes wandered over the face of the Human Son.Sid always thought a snake was spitting out messages on her cheeks.

"Is this the Holy Son of Light?" The elf sneered in the standard lingua franca, "It's really short."

Sid:? ? ?

Now the elves are attacking personally as soon as they meet?

Kanas praised him for growing taller!

The elf's eyes wandered to the blanket covering the Son again.

He frowned tightly, showing a disgusted expression: "So intolerant to the cold? How troublesome... How old are you?"

The godmother tapped the ground with her staff.

"The Son of Light doesn't need to be taught by an elf." The old man's face was cold, as if he was enduring the flames of anger.

The deacon had met the godmother and knew how powerful the old woman was, so he simply kept silent.

While the two were chatting, the prime minister of the dwarf kingdom and the son of the leader of the white orc tribe had also arrived in the stone hall.Several races of the Alliance of Light left their troops to wait in front of the temple, and only members of the Alliance and a captured Son of Light attended the meeting.

Snowfield Elf is the leader of the Alliance of Light.The deacon sat in the middle of the long table and tapped the hammer: "Let's put aside the small talk for now. Let's discuss it now-the issue of the ownership of the Son of Light."

Sid was breathing hot air into his hands, and after hearing this, he looked at the elf with idiot eyes.

Beside him, the godmother looked at the others in the seat with a nonchalant expression.The incident happened suddenly, but no one expressed any surprise, probably already bribed.

The elves have a good plan.

She closed her eyes and looked coldly at the Elf Deacon: "If I remember correctly, we should be here to discuss the whereabouts of the Father and the actions of the Dark Guild."

The elf touched the bright silver hammer and replied with a smile: "We have heard about that matter from the messenger, and the elves deeply sympathize with the loss of all members. But what we want to discuss now is only about you, Sid Your Highness Chelt."

Sid has calmed down from the momentary shock.

The Holy Son's seat was near the window, and just now he heard strange noises from the howling wind.He approached the window calmly, took a glance from the corner of his eye, and found that the hall was in chaos.

Except for the guards of the Holy Court and the servants of the magic tower, their team has no fighters.Snowfield elves are all natural archers, and they have completely subdued their troops.

Sid glanced in the direction of the godmother, and saw the old man silently mouth to him.

"Reinforcements".

The Magic Tower is not unprepared.

Sid breathed a sigh of relief, staring at the elf: "I want to hear the reason."

There are fairy godmothers, but they are no match for the crowd tactics, and now they can only delay time.

The elf deacon lived up to his high expectations, and had already prepared a high-sounding manuscript.He stood up, a layer of water-like fireflies glowed from his palm, and an illusory curtain landed on the long table.

In the hallucination is the scene of Zenia, the capital of dark magic, which is said to be the holy land of dark elves and orcs.

"Even if you re-seal the enchantment of the Sea of ​​Aphasia, you should be able to find that the Dark Guild still took advantage of the turmoil to bring out many terrifying monsters from the Abyss of Silence, and the giant prince who was killed before is just one of them. The human kingdom has temporarily found peace, but there are still monsters raging around the territories of elves, dwarves and white orcs."

The godmother sneered: "So you want a little kid to wipe your ass? As an indispensable pillar of the Holy Court of Humanity, the Holy Son of Light should naturally serve in the Holy Court for life."

"You're wrong, godmother." The elf slowly spread out his arms and the transparent wing membrane behind his back, and the satin hanging on his shoulders flashed a string of streamers like stars, his voice became melancholy and ethereal, "Son of Light Sid Chelter, his talent is unmatched, he is the most sacred treasure in the world. The Father created him, not to make him a treasure limited to a certain country or race, he should be shared by members of the alliance. "

As if he had been summoned, the prime minister of the dwarf kingdom bowed his head to the elf: "The king of our country fully agrees with what your majesty sees."

The representative of the orc tribe also bowed to him: "It is for this reason that my father sent me here."

"Thank you for your kind words," said the deacon.

The slender elf's words were as gentle and graceful as his figure, but it made Sid want to laugh.

He had heard enough majestic lies from Albert. In comparison, the deacon's remarks were ridiculously clumsy.

But there's one thing he's slightly confused about.If it is for him to eliminate the dark forces in the elf territory, the elf high priest alone is more than enough, and there is no need to rely on his power.

What could prompt a proud elf to extol a human being "the holiest of all treasures"?

The godmother seemed to feel the same way.

She squirmed her lips and put on a smirk on her wrinkled face: "Since you said that the Son of Light is the most sacred existence in the world, you might as well ask him what he thinks."

"I don't want to go." Sid took over the conversation without changing his posture, "You said it just now, I'm afraid of the cold."

The deacon didn't expect him to hear such straightforward words at an extremely solemn alliance meeting, and his expression froze immediately.

"The forest of elves is much warmer than here," he squeezed a smile, "I will send you to the kingdom of dwarves next summer, where the temperature is more suitable for creatures to live than in the south."

Sid was noncommittal and continued, "I'll be an adult by then. The paladin booked me a table for my birthday at the tavern. I can't miss the appointment—"

Gah--!

The ear-piercing muffled sound interrupted the Son of Light's sophistry.

The deacon crushed the silver hammer in his hand into powder.

"Shut your mouth, there is no place for a little boy to speak." The elf let go of his five fingers, his face turning blue with anger, "You must live in our territory until the next summer."

Sid was not afraid at all, pushed aside the blanket, and patted the long table lightly.He snorted: "You always want me to spend my time in the snow field before I grow up. What is your purpose, Your Majesty?"

The elf's expression changed suddenly.

The other listeners who remained silent sniffed out a hint of insider information, and invariably looked at the deacon who was the representative of the leader.But they do not decide to speak out about matters that have nothing to do with the interests of the ethnic group.

Among those present, Sid should be the only one who knows what it means to be an adult.

The Seed of Light will show its most mature state when he becomes an adult, and then he will become the most delicious dinner for the Lord of Darkness.

Then they got a response.

The elf slapped himself across the face.

In the shocked eyes of everyone, the elf wiped the blood oozing from the corner of his mouth gracefully with silk.

"Sorry, everyone. I lost control. I'm sorry for the high priest and His Majesty's cultivation of me... What did you see from outside the temple, so you kept saying insignificant things to delay time? Am I right?" the elf said His tone changed from embarrassment to lightness, and then he whispered like a dead soul, "Thanks to you two, we have bought enough time. Godmother, can you still contact your reinforcements?"

When it came to the end, the elf's tone picked up a bit strangely.

The fairy godmother was surprised, and secretly poured magic power into the communication crystal, but failed to get a reply from her companion, and suddenly lost face: "Did you set up an ambush?"

She squeezed the cane tightly, and the magnificent magic pattern spiraled up along the wood grain at the bottom of the cane.

The Holy Son felt that a powerful field was forming.However, before the spell was formed, he heard the cold voice of freezing ice, and an arrow of ice and snow feathers flew past his ear like lightning, pierced through the godmother's shoulder, and nailed her to the stone wall.

The old man let out a cry of pain, and the ice spread like cobwebs along her shoulders, and the stick rolled to the ground.

The elf smiled and stood up.

He walked up to the Holy Son of Light, and stretched out his hand to the silent boy, the palm lines were still white with cold air.

The elves' words were still soft, as if the priests in the church were singing hymns with the most pious voice.

"The one and only Sid Chelt—" he murmured, his eyes blazing madly, "will you come with me, or stay here and be pierced by the arrows of the elf archers Heart?"

Sid avoided his hand.

The elf's eyes darkened a little, but he leaned closer to his cheek, and chuckled viciously: "Do you hate contact with others? Or have you never been so close to anyone?"

He just hates this perverted performance personality in front of him.

Sid subconsciously wanted to refute, but a whistle-like howl suddenly sounded outside the window.

The Guangming Son, who is still inexperienced, may not be able to hear it, but the elf clenched his teeth almost at the same time as the whistle sounded.

He screamed: "It's the giant beast of the abyss...Damn it, how could it come to the south!"

The godmother vomited blood and laughed loudly, while the rest of the council members fell into panic.

The representatives are almost all civil servants within the race, and they have never fought against dark creatures with real swords.

Sid felt the bone whistle that Canias had given him heat up again.

He somewhat understood why the deacon, who was still complacent just now, suddenly turned pale.

The monsters that befell here are not enemies that the elves are capable of fighting.

Taking advantage of the fact that the godmother and the elf were too busy to take care of themselves, he stepped back quietly, chanting the spell silently in his heart.

The deacon was pinching his temples to comfort the flustered crowd, when he suddenly saw the Holy Son of Light move to the window at some point, his body was enveloped in white light.

The elf burst into his heart, and roared with the volume he had accumulated over a hundred years: "Come back! Sid Chelt!!!"

Sid pretended not to hear.In the mysterious halo, the boy turned into a little panda and jumped down from the window.

In an instant, exclamation and violent wind sounded in his ears, and ice crystals like a white barrier were blowing towards him.

These obstacles could not trouble the Son.

But when he opened his limbs to float himself up, the bear suddenly saw the shadow of the howling monster in the sea of ​​fog.

Countless soft tentacles covered with giant python scales danced crazily in the black mist that was almost thick as ink.

Cracked the tsavorite on the bear's forehead.

Sid's mind went blank from the giant tentacles, and he even forgot the levitation spell that Kanas taught him a few months ago.

The bear lowered his head in confusion, his cheek covered with a layer of small ice crystals by the cold air flow faced the gray ocean.

And he was at an altitude of 6000 meters.