Descendants of the gods

In Clement's eyes, gray-white resentment was surging everywhere.Resentment surged, constantly changing into various shapes.

Resentment is like substance, covering everything.

Clement turned his head, and the resentment behind him condensed into the shape of a giant beast, and he opened his mouth and swallowed Clement in one gulp.

Darkness follows.

Clement lowered his head and saw his shimmering body.

He raised his hand and looked at his palm carefully.

A bud appeared in Clement's palm, and it grew bigger and soon blossomed.

This is a beautiful golden flower shaped like a rose.

The moment the flowers appeared, the surrounding grievances were instantly cleared.

Clement injected magic power into the flower, and soon, a palm-sized elf in a small golden dress flew out of the flower.

She looked at Clement, eyes full of attachment.

Her small and cute wings flapped slightly, and flew around Clement's head, then spread her hands and pressed her body against Clement's left face.

Clement stretched out his hand with his palm facing upwards, and the goblin obediently flew to Clement's palm and sat down.

Clement smiled at her, a warm smile in his eyes.

The goblin looked around, a visibly nervous expression on her face, and then she mustered up her courage.

The goblin sang.

It was a beautiful sound that cannot be described in words.

At least Clement thought of all the words, but he couldn't describe one ten-thousandth of this voice.

With the ups and downs and spread of the tone, the resentment around is disappearing little by little.

Clement landed, and wherever he passed, the resentment disappeared instantly.

Clement knew that it was due to the fairy flower in his hand and the golden little fairy.

This fairy flower grew when the elf mother tree was about to take root in his heart. The fairy flower was not as strong as the elf mother tree, and was easily domesticated by Clement.

Clement fell to the ground and his body became solid again. He took out his staff, and the white gemstone on the top of the staff flashed, and the speed of resentment disappearing was much faster.

The Valley of Death has a large area. Although it is already very fast now, if you want to purify the entire valley, this is just a drop in the bucket.

It's not that Clement can't purify, it's just that the few purification spells he knows consume too much for him, once released, he will definitely be pulled back by the Scourge.

Then he could be stuck there forever.

Clement frowned and thought for a while, before finally making a decision.

Although I don't know who these grievances belong to, but this is already the territory of the elf mother tree. These grievances are a threat to any living thing. Even if there is no soul, the elf mother tree will not be indifferent.

And what he has to do is to find a way to attract these grievances.

But this is no longer a problem.

It seemed that he was very afraid of the Fairy Flower and Fairy in Clement's hands, and Clement found that the resentment around him was much stronger than before.

Although his sight was blocked, Clement still found the elf mother tree.

As Clement expected, those grievances followed him closely, and followed him all the way to the site of the mother elf tree.

Clement heard the 'rustling' sound of leaves hitting.

Then came the blinding golden light.

Clement closed her eyes in pain, and the fairy stopped singing. She covered her face with her hands and lowered her head, tears rolling down from her eyes.

After a long time, the golden light gradually dissipated.

In the golden light, there were whispering voices.

Clement opened his eyes, and the Valley of Death had completely turned into a mountain.All the giant trees disappeared, replaced by flowers of various colors all over the place.

From the flowers new fairies are born, and they can fly far with a mere flap of their wings.

Clement stood in the sea of ​​flowers, and countless fairies flew around him.

There were melodious songs from their mouths, and all the fairies looked at Clement with eyes full of attachment...

In this situation, even the most indifferent person will soften their hearts.Clement thought so, and the corners of his lips curled up.

The elf in Clement's palm was bigger than the other elves, and the golden skirt she was wearing had the same pattern as the leaves of the mother elf tree.

This is the mark of the Goblin King.

Clement glanced regretfully at the elf mother tree which was still dead.

After purifying the grievances of the entire Valley of Death, the elf mother tree seemed a little listless.

Clement stood among the flowers for a while, and then saw Armand running over from the direction of the mother elf tree, panting.

"Be careful where you step, don't step on those flowers." Clement reminded.

Armand paused, then walked carefully.

The goblins were very curious about Armand, and they flew towards him one after another, some pulling hair, ears, clothes... and so on.

Armand was a little embarrassed, and he didn't dare to shoot these little goblins too hard, for fear of ruining them.

Armand finally walked in front of Clement. At this time, his hair was messed up and his clothes were pulled crookedly.

"My lord," Armand lowered his head, "it's my fault that everyone disappeared. I knew it was weird, but I still took it lightly."

Clement looked at Armand, frowning more and more.

Armand didn't dare to raise his head, and lowered his head anxiously, ready to wait.

"Who are you?" Clement asked suddenly.

Armand raised his head suddenly, he moved his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

Clement smiled evilly, and he waved to Armand. Armand was a little puzzled, but he still walked over.

A dagger stabbed in from Armand's waist in an instant.

Armand's face instantly turned pale, and black blood flowed out.

"...you...when..." Before he could finish his sentence, Clement pulled out the dagger and stabbed it into his heart.

Armand coughed up a mouthful of black blood, and his body began to twist and deform.

After a while, he turned into a cloud of black mist and disappeared.

The blade of the dagger was exposed to the air again.The top is clean like new.

Clement laughed softly, and said to the Fairy King who had just flown over his shoulder in a warm voice, "Go and help me find all the same monsters as that monster just now."

The Fairy King blinked, and rubbed affectionately on Clement's face, and then she flew into the air and began to issue orders to the other fairies.

After a while, only the Elf King and Clement were left in the sea of ​​flowers.

Clement magically moved some flowers to other places, and then sat down where they were.

After a while, the Fairy King flew to Clement's eyes and pointed in a direction.

Clement stood up and walked in the direction indicated by the Fairy King.

He quickly walked to the periphery of the Valley of Death.

This is a very dilapidated military camp. From the outside, it looks like it has been eroded by wind and frost for several years. The high-quality linen is almost dusted off. Clement just accidentally rubbed it, and it shattered. ,

Clement's heart sank.

Bones can be seen everywhere in the camp, most of them scattered all over the place in a mess, and some even left traces of being eaten by something.

All are dead.

Their corpses were all contaminated, and Clement could not bring them back to life again.

Well now, how is he going to explain to Adolphus.

Could it be that, 'Hey, because of my arrogance, the two legions of Morning Star and Morning Moon were all wiped out.Don't be too angry. '?

It is not difficult to imagine that Adolphus will not blame him, but his ministers will definitely use this to attack him.

Because of what Clement did before, Adolphus' throne was not stable.Clement took the initiative to invite Ying this time, in addition to proving himself to the ministers, it was also for Adolphus.

If Clement can succeed perfectly, then it not only shows that he is a capable person, but also shows the vision of Adolphus, proving that he is not nepotism, but has a unique vision.

But now, everything is messed up.

Clement felt bad and began to feel wronged.

He found Armand's sword, knelt down and took it in his hand.

Clement's tears fell like beads with a broken thread.

Clement cried very aggrieved.Tears blurred his vision, so that he didn't see it, his tears dripped on the ground, and quickly seeped down, the ground was not wet at all.

Clement was secretly sad for a while, and suddenly felt vigorous vitality from the surroundings.

He blinked away his tears vigorously, and looked around in a daze.

The ground was covered with green grass at some point, and there were crystal dewdrops hanging on the tip of the grass. The feeling of pollution subsided, and Clement didn't feel anything bad except the vigorous vitality.

Clement aggrievedly took out his staff and tried to cast spells.The pollution was completely purified, and Clement successfully resurrected everyone.

But Clement still doesn't know what happened.

Clement didn't feel the breath of the elf mother tree. He wanted to break his head but couldn't figure out how the pollution on those corpses was purified, and he didn't understand where the strong breath of life came from.

But that doesn't matter anymore.

Everyone knelt in Clement's direction and shouted "My God!"

The author has something to say: the second is more achieved~