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Tiandao saw that little guy in the Fountain of Life. At that time, he had just wandered around in the Forest of Elves quietly.

I have to say that elves are truly unique creations, which are specifically reflected in their appearance that can be compared with gods. The fountain of life transformed from the tears of the goddess of life endowed them with the highest affinity for wood.

No creature on Casian can resist the beauty of elves, but elves seldom step out of the forest, let alone settle in the outside world. Because of this mystery, anything related to elves can be bought at the auction sky-high price.

Among the luxuriant tree branches, the golden sunlight cautiously jumped in, and gently brushed across the crystal clear water.The ancient and thick old tree roots are intertwined into a dense network under the water, but the most eye-catching thing is not the big tree that covers the sky and the sun and the age is unknown. In the place closest to the center of the root, a group of looming shadows attracts people's attention. all eyes.

The slender and perfect body curled up slightly, and the long emerald green hair reached her calves, so soft and elegant that it wanted to wrap her whole.No need to look carefully, Tiandao knows how beautiful the face covered by long hair is, especially those spring-like eyes that symbolize vitality and hope.

It seems that the breeze and the sun are very partial to her. The swaying branches of the ancient tree turned into tender fingers when they passed the water. At the same time, it is also the treasure that all the elves pay attention to and wait for. It is a newborn elf that has not yet grown up.

More precisely, the future elf king.

The life of the elves is conceived from the fountain of life, and they have adult bodies and minds from birth. They are also worthy of being known as the "goddess of life". From appearance to soul, everything is perfect.It may also be because all born elves are the closest to perfection, and the number of elves is extremely rare—even among other creatures of the same special race, they are the last ones.

The elf king who is at the top of the pyramid is truly born and raised, and his birth is even more precious. It may not be possible to have one in a thousand years.It is also fortunate that the elves have a long lifespan, otherwise it is inevitable that there will be a vacancy on the throne.

The way of heaven fell beside the spring of life, turning into an elf boy with silver hair and silver eyes, his bare ankles were submerged, and the boy's body fell into the spring water, but strangely, he didn't make any sound.

The soft and lingering water flow did not cause any hindrance, and gently supported the young man to approach the center of the ancient tree, within a short distance, before stopping.

The creatures firmly protected by the ancient trees were completely unaware that their birthplace had been invaded by others, and their emerald green hair swayed softly with the waves, as if they were integrated with the criss-crossing tree roots.

The silvery white eyes swept across the vigorous creature, looked away uninterestedly, looked in a certain direction for a few seconds, heard light footsteps outside the spring, and disappeared in the same place the next moment.

The elf king who has been in power for thousands of years is slowly approaching. His young and exquisite appearance is filled with silent dark green pupils. The elf king is standing by the spring, silently watching the new king who is about to be born, gentle and worried, No one knew what he was thinking, and he stood steadily for a whole day and night.

Because of his long sleep, Tiandao has never seen the scene of elves going to be born, and it is a rare opportunity to happen to meet him, so he stands by the fountain of life every day, and his ardor is inferior to that of the elves.

But of course the elves don't know that there is a supreme being who is also paying attention to this place besides them. They are cheering and celebrating the new king who finally broke through the water.

The silver-haired elf boy sat alone on a tall tree branch, with one leg bent to support his body, and the other leg dangling in mid-air, as carelessly as its owner.Slightly lowering his eyes to look at the rarely bustling forest, the boy raised his hand and picked off the leaves in front of him.

The tender green leaves have just grown, and there seems to be water vapor flowing on the veins, and the water can be squeezed out with a hard force, like a new life rejoicing.Looking at the leaf in his hand, the silver-haired boy slightly curled his lips, turned his head back, and just bumped into the emerald green eyes looking over from the distant spring.

The silver-haired boy was stunned for a moment, and it took a few seconds to find a suitable adjective in his few clear memories.It's like... the top-quality emerald kept deep in the lair by a giant dragon.

Pretty and fragile.

The elf with emerald green hair and eyes of the same color met the boy on the tree without hesitation. She noticed that there was no other elf around the silver-haired boy, and she was sitting alone in the shadow away from the celebration circle, rustling all over her body. The leaves of the trees were used as a foil, and the indifference of the faint glance made the heart tremble.

He is so handsome.

The newly born Elf King still doesn't understand the current situation of the Elven Forest, nor does she understand the human race that is far ahead in the cultural process outside the Elf Territory. In her poor inheritance, she can only find the word "good-looking" to express her feelings .

The appearance of the elves has always been top-notch, but the emerald green elf king dares to use the fountain of life as a guarantee, and the silver-haired boy is definitely the most beautiful elf.

It's just...she was a little puzzled, do elves still have juvenile forms?Could it be that the gestation time is not enough?

In short, due to various reasons, the newly born Elf King is very curious about this maverick silver-haired boy, and because of various "coincidences", the two elves can always meet in the silent night.

Even after thousands of years, the silver-haired boy can still clearly remember the first time they watched the moon on the top of the tree, the girl who had shed the gorgeous clothes of the Elf King jumped up the tree lightly, and landed right beside him, with emerald green eyes and The full moon in the sky complemented each other, and even the voice of speaking was full of clear spirit like the bright moon.

"Hello, would you mind adding me to your wonderful moonlight journey?"

She's really not like an elf.

The silver-haired boy has been used to being lonely and deserted for tens of thousands of years, and he never thought that he would have a hot chat with other creatures—although he only listened, most of the time it was the elves who were talking.

The elves seemed completely oblivious to how other elves turned a blind eye to the silver-haired boy on weekdays, and how abnormal it was for ordinary elves to have no sense of awe in the face of an elf king whose identity was exposed.

She would sometimes see him in the daytime, sitting on a tree trunk and basking in the sun without saying a word under the dispensable gaze of the young man.At night, she took off the coat of the Elf King, and she was just an ordinary little girl, um, the kind who was very curious about the outside world.

"Maliss, what's it like outside the forest?" The elf has asked this question no less than five times.

The dark night of the Forest of Elves is not as brightly lit as the place where the dwarves gather, but there are plants that emit fluorescent spots. The elf is half leaning on it, and the silver-haired boy can see a little silver light floating on the emerald green hair from one side of his head. He is inexplicably uncomfortable. Patiently, "What are you asking these for, the Elven King cannot leave the forest, you know that."

The elf didn't care about the young man's indifference at all, and blinked, "Of course I know, but it doesn't prevent me from understanding things outside the forest."

The green eyes were shining brightly under the silver moonlight, the silver-haired boy turned his head irritably, the elf smiled secretly, and sure enough, he heard the boy involuntarily telling her about other races outside the forest.

"I've seen giant dragons in the inheritance memory. Are they really that big? I heard that they can break a mountain with one tail!"

"Is the voice of the mermen nice? Do they have a kingdom in the water?"

"Do dwarves really live underground?"

"What do the flying birds in the orcs want to eat, like Theodore birds?"

The elves, who cannot come to the outside world, have a strong curiosity about other races, especially for humans. This kind of race that seems to have no special abilities is the most prosperous, and the elves always have endless questions.

The young man's voice was flat and straightforward, and no matter how magnificent things came to his mouth, it seemed like a trivial sentence. He really couldn't be a good narrator, but the elf listened very seriously.

"Do you like humans?" Tiandao asked interestingly. He watched the young king coldly, unaware of how cruel what he said, "As far as I know, humans often hunt elves and sell them for food." people having fun."

He was condescending, and the moonlight was looming on him, "As an elf king, shouldn't you hate humans and close the elf forest?"

The air was silent for a long time, so long that the silver-haired boy was not used to it.

"This is wrong." The elf raised his head, his eyes were clear, and he reflected the boy in the shadow of the tree. He looked at him very seriously without being cynical and angry. More and more, closure is not the solution, we cannot stay under the protection of the goddess of life forever."

"The human race is getting stronger day by day. There is no guarantee that the magic they create will not break through the protection of the forest. At that time, what should the elves do?"

Tiandao: "..."

"Compared with the strong body of the giant dragon, the charming voice of the mermaid, the dwarves' fake forging, and the large number of orcs, the fighting power of the elves leaving the forest may not be as good as that of a human knight with a sharp sword. If there is no change, the future survival of the elves will be a problem, who knows if the next elf king will—”

Before the last word was uttered, the new elf king reacted and strangled it in his throat. The forest was silent for a while, and even the swaying plant fluorescence lost its light.

Of course Tiandao knew what the unspoken words meant, and he could vaguely know why the elves were so eager to understand the outside world.

Right at the deepest part of the crystal clear fountain of life, where the criss-crossing ancient tree roots lingered, the heart of life that bred the future elf king of the elves was weakened to the extreme and almost disappeared.

Like she said, who knows if the next Elf King will... appear?

She doesn't want to think about what will happen to the cold and indifferent elves who are used to the king's orders, what will happen to the elves without the king's leadership.

She is leaving a way for the elves.

It's useless.

The silver-haired boy quietly watched the girl's leaving back. The great sorrow that should not have appeared in his chest almost crushed his breath, and he grasped it weakly with pale fingers, and then let go weakly.

Not only the Elf King, but the entire Elf family, and even other special races, are facing an inescapable dilemma.

total extinction.

In order to continue the fate that should have been like this, for the true caretakers of this world, human beings.

And she, they, could do nothing.

He even wanted to save her alone, but he couldn't do it.

The trajectory of fate keeps turning, leaving deep ruts in the eternal time, which is destined and cannot be changed.

All the scenes in front of me were torn apart, and the two opposing forces poured out unreservedly. They were already trying their best, and they were affected. The boundary between forces was extremely chaotic. Even the solid underfoot feels like nothingness.

Only the berserk light that tears everything apart in the center of the chaos is the only criterion for measurement.

The silver-haired, golden-eyed light god and the black-haired, purple-eyed dark god who had recovered their real bodies stood together, and the huge magic barrier connecting the sky and the earth separated the energy that could destroy the world from the mainland.

Even so, people on the mainland can see the collision of unidentified magical powers in the distance when they look up, and feel the chaotic magic riots in the entire continent, and the world turns pale, but that's all.

It is not possible to determine exactly when, the violent aura between heaven and earth suddenly disappeared, and all the voices of the entire continent disappeared at this moment, and at the next moment, they swarmed in pieces, accompanied by the dazzling white light formed by the strong explosion, until Eye pain, dizziness.

At a height beyond the reach of mortals, the silver-haired boy transformed from the Dao of Heaven suddenly collapsed, and then re-condensed in the distance. His figure was illusory, and he might disappear completely at any time.

"You are weak." The identical boy looked at him with a complicated expression.

Forcibly violating instinct to intervene in the fate of the world, as the agent of the world, the law of heaven has naturally become weak to the extreme.

He turned into a system and followed the God of Light and the God of Darkness to wander and experience, and only barely made up for the part that was swallowed up by his other half at the beginning. He thought that there would be a fierce battle next, but the result was unexpected.

Destroying the world is equivalent to destroying oneself, pushing oneself to the extreme, this is a paradox.

"Heh." The power was passing away little by little, and the body was about to dissipate. Tiandao could still smile, the first smile in a thousand years after that vigorous war.

"This ending is also good."

The silver-haired boy didn't care about his imminent death. He looked up at the sky with clear clouds and mist. The moonlight, which was as warm as jade, seemed a bit dazzling at this height, but he seemed to see the most beautiful and unreal scenery, with a faint smile on his mouth .

Thousands of years of self-torture have finally come to an end, and they will eventually return to chaos together.

"..."

He opened his mouth silently, and the young man smiled suddenly, his body was gone, and the emptiness so high was pitifully cold.

……

"Aren't you going to stay?" The silver-haired boy was floating above the void, his cold and inorganic eyes fixed on the two figures in front of him, "The God of Light and the God of Darkness have always existed."

"This world doesn't need God anymore." Hoywell said this, as if he had finally let go of the burden, and he showed a rare sincere smile, which fascinated the black-haired young man beside him with a smirk.

"That's right." The silver-haired boy understood very well and didn't hold back, "Are you going to leave now?"

"...Why can't I hear that you have a little bit of reluctance? After all, you have passed through so many worlds together, so you want us to leave early?" Shkrez clicked his tongue lightly, and waved his hands in disgust, "Then you We are disappointed, we are not leaving yet!"

"No surprise." The silver-haired boy nodded at Huiweier, and disappeared in place.

"During the time you are still here, you can come to me if you have anything to do."

It's like a landlord's house taking care of the guests.

Hui Wil paused for a few seconds, then turned around and grabbed Shkretz who was still about to say something, "Let's go."

Tiandao itself does not need feelings, which is very good.

After the precipitation of time, Casian Continent has accepted the devastating World War I well. Except for the occasional gossip on the streets, the towns and cities in every country are in order, and everyone is running around for survival.

In the small town, two figures, one black and one white, suddenly appeared, and blended into the crowded market without any violation, just like a thousand years ago.

Times have changed, but there are still old people around.

It's not a good feeling to revisit the old place.

As for the future, the great world has different demeanors. It is inevitable to regret that I did not have the mind to savor it when I went forward with heavy burdens.

Taking advantage of the good time, it is not a bad idea to take a trip.

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The author has something to say: this is the end of the main story!

Dear little cuties, if you want to cook pigeon soup, emmm, I will not resist! ! (See death as home.jpg)

There should be a side story later, which may include the legend of the later generations of Casian Continent, do you want to read it? (crazy hint)