Male Supporters Want to Fall in Love [Quick Transmigration]

"Let's go to the royal city together!"

Silver Dragon quickly corrected himself, squatted on the shoulder of the blond elf, pulled his collar with his front paws, and tried to poke his head out.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Susie nodded repeatedly, and suggested: "Your Excellency Winterson, in addition to the reward you deserve, you can also come to the king's city as a swordsman, or come to be the chief magician... In short, you will hide your spirit identity!"

"Wait," Miller couldn't help but said, "Winterson is still the Knight of Light of the church, unless the Cardinal ordered his expulsion, he cannot have other identities."

"And go back now, then this..." Miller turned his attention to the smaller silver dragon.

"Cough, Silva," Silver Dragon finally broke free from the cloak material piled up on Winterson's shoulders, put his tail around his body, and formally introduced his name to Miller and Susie: "I have a name, It's Silva."

"Oh, ok...as for Silva," Miller asked, scratching his head, "how should that be explained?"

"I will configure magic potions, enough for us to disguise ourselves as adults," Winterson finally said, "It's just that the potion ingredients haven't been assembled yet."

Zhang Ning hurriedly said: "We can go to Wangcheng to buy again! Wangcheng must have all the potion ingredients!"

He met his emerald green eyes, shook his tail again, and whispered, "I'm not in a hurry to transform into a human form..."

"Well," Winterson raised his hand and tucked the silver dragon into the pile of clothes on his shoulders again, and said with a soft smile, "I'm not in a hurry either."

The blond elf tidied up his clothes and put on a cloak to cover the ears of the aliens.

Half of a handsome face was exposed under the black hood. Winterson tilted his head and smoothed the golden hair behind his ears:

"But before going to the royal city, I must go to the forest of elves."

The Elven Forest has another name, called the Elven Ruins.

To the northwest of the mainland is an ancient primeval forest, and only a small area is where the elves once lived.

But no one has set foot there for about a thousand years.That dreamy and mysterious fairyland only exists in the books of the human race, and it is described as a beautiful legend that does not know the truth or falsehood.

The forest was quiet but full of vitality. The silver dragon could not help but get out from under Winterson's cloak, flapping its wings and flying among the dense forests.

Winterson also took off his hood, and did not stop Silver Dragon's movements.

They set out from the city of Slan in the west, avoiding towns and villages along the way.Winterson is an elf, and can rely on plants and wild fruits to satisfy his hunger, but the other two human races are in trouble, and they must replenish fresh water.

Miller, with his trousers wet, was carefully scaling the fish with his saber; Suzie picked up leaves and branches, and seemed to be preparing to light a fire—they were going to spend the night by the river tonight.

Yinlong nestled on the grass, watching the black-haired girl bending over and rubbing a small wooden stick on the wood intently.

"..." Zhang Ning opened his eyes wide in shock, "Is she trying to make fire by drilling wood?"

The system said: "It looks like it is."

Zhang Ning looked at the bright 35% on the heroine's head and sighed.Silver Dragon rubbed its paws on the grass, walked to the side of the black-haired girl, and sprayed Dragon Flame on those branches.

Sparks fell on the branches and burned quickly.

Surprised, Suzie put the leaves in the fire to make the flames burn brighter.She looked at Yinlong with a smile, and thanked: "Thank you, Silva, do you want to eat some fish later?"

Yinlong raised his head and was about to speak when someone grabbed his neck from behind and lifted him up.

Silver Dragon: "?"

Yinlong struggled and waved his paws, and suddenly heard a cold voice: "I picked the fruit for you."

The red fruit is full of juice and tastes a little sour. Yinlong likes this taste very much.

Instead, Winterson hugged the silver dragon in one hand, and handed over the glowing red fruit with the other: "Do you still want to eat it?"

Yinlong's eyes lit up: "Eat!"

With a smile in his eyes, Winterson stroked the silver dragon's back all the way to the tip of his tail. The silver dragon with the red fruit in its mouth didn't notice at all, and swayed along with his stroking. Tail.

Susie held up the branch in her hand and watched them walk under a big tree with wide eyes.

Zhang Ning was woken up by the system's notification sound in the middle of the night, and looked up to see two figures cuddling each other beside the fire.

Suzie rested on Miller's shoulders, covered with the scarlet cloak of the Knight of Light.

The progress bar has reached 45%.

Silver Dragon yawned lazily, not at all curious about what he missed, he turned his head and buried himself in the arms of the blond elf, arching his body in the other's clothes.

When he woke up again, the sun had just risen, and he was wrapped in a black cloak. Winterson beside him got up at some point and was standing by the river.

The forest is vast, and in the distance is a pale snowfield. The sky is dyed a faint orange by the newborn sun. In the hazy light and shadow, the tall figure of the blond elf is illusory and beautiful. The brow bone and bridge of the nose are traced by the sun. The sun blends in.

The silver dragon bit his cloak and walked over, the cloth flapped in the wind, Winterson bent down to take it, his green eyes were soft and peaceful, full of an emotion called longing: "The forest of elves The entrance is about to open."

Susie and Miller also stood up, looking at the scene in surprise:

The sunlight projected on the river formed a wall of light, and what finally appeared was a large magic formation floating in midair.The blond elf chanted a beautiful and gorgeous elf spell, and the scene inside the magic circle slowly unfolded—that was the elf forest isolated from the world.

Susie once read in books that the place where elves close to nature live is a dreamy fairyland, with the tree of life bestowed by the goddess of light and the huge lake that breeds all things.No matter how gorgeous and beautiful those language descriptions are, what is left in the reader's heart is still illusory.

And when she stepped into this fairyland in person, she realized that these words were not enough to record this beautiful fairy tale world.

A unicorn with white hair lives on the grass where irises and tulips are blooming everywhere.Between the intertwined branches, sunlight fell from the gaps and shone on the ground. The entire elf forest was filled with dreamy light and mist, just like a dream.

Miller walked in the elf forest almost holding his breath, and said softly, "Is this the place most favored by the goddess of light..."

But the keenness of being the commander of the Knight of Light made him quickly wake up from the astonishment, and he was a little puzzled: "But why, there is no sound?"

Susie also came to her senses, no matter it was these vibrant trees, or dreamy unicorns, not even the birds on the trees made a single sound.

"Ah……"

Winterson, who was walking in the front, suddenly laughed. He raised his hand to cover his eyes, raised his hair, and said in a suppressed voice: "Because, this is the gift that your beloved Goddess of Light bestows on the elves." .”

Behind him, there are ruins.

The First Era was the era in which the gods were born.But with the battle of the gods, many gods were defeated and fell, and only the goddess of light held the divine power.

In the second era, the dragon that once helped the goddess of light in the battle of the gods thrived on the mainland plain.Although the dragons have a long lifespan, they often fall into deep sleep for a long time, so their offspring gradually decrease until they perish.

In the third era, the elves received the gift of the Goddess of Light—the tree of life, they were infinitely close to the gods, they could talk to the gods, and they were friends of the gods.Later, because of the arrogance of the elves, they were isolated from the world and did not want to share the tree of life with the people, so they gradually fell into the situation of the extinction of the dragon race.

In the fourth era, the human race relied on their own wisdom to settle, cultivate, hunt... and formed tribes and kingdoms.They learned the lessons of the elves and devoutly served the goddess of light, becoming the favorite race of the goddess of light.

"These are all statements compiled by the human race."

The ruins behind Winterson are actually dilapidated temples. Judging from the carvings and decorations full of plant elements, it is not difficult to see that it is a temple built by the elves for the goddess of light.

Outside the temple are several huge stone pillars with colorless murals on them, and the statue of the goddess of light in the middle is mottled, still holding a scepter, with a holy and compassionate expression.

The blond elf looked up at the statue coldly, and suddenly raised his hand to draw a magic formation: "Those who have never experienced it, how dare they write and record the history that does not belong to them."

The face of the Goddess of Light appeared in the magic circle drawn by the elves, as well as races familiar to Zhang Ning:

In the first era, the Goddess of Light was a victorious camp, and beneath her feet were dragons with their heads bowed.

In the second era, the dragon clan avoided the wind and snow on the mainland. They all prayed to the sky and called for the goddess of light, but they never got help.

In the third era, the elves were singing and dancing around the tree of life. They built the first statue of the goddess of light, sang hymns to her every day with beautiful voices, and wrote hymns of gratitude.

——But one day the tree of life suddenly stagnated.

The elves prayed to the idol day and night, but to no avail.

At the same time, the rising human race also found the forest of elves, asking to share the gift of the gods.They used self-made weapons to open the barrier of the elf forest and learned the magic of the elves.

Some of the elves fought against the invaders with bows and arrows, while the other part still begged the gods to descend.

They were forced to shrink their living places and gradually stepped into the footsteps of the Dragon Clan.

……

"This is the truth." Winterson stood on the steps of the abandoned temple, looked down at the Holy See's Knight Commander of Light, and smiled mockingly: "Human race, it is your luck to come to the forest of elves."

"Are you still steadfast in your god?"

He walked down the steps of the temple step by step, and stared at Miller coldly: "The elf forest has long since ceased to exist, and this is only the last environment maintained by the tree of life."

"The Goddess of Light, West Asia, generously supports believers when they need faith, and can abandon it at will when they don't..."

Winterson roared in a low voice: "You treat living beings like ants, this is the god you enshrine!"

The flaxen-haired knight looked haggard after several days of travel. He stared at the statue of the goddess of light in disbelief without saying a word.

Zhang Ning sighed in his heart, he never thought that the hidden world line was so complicated at first.It is understandable for Miller not to believe it—this is a blow to a bright knight commander who was born in the Holy See.

Susie was standing by at a loss. She herself did not believe in gods, but found that she seemed to have a deeper understanding of the secrets about this world.

"Winterson," Miller said hoarsely, his sword hand was still shaking, "I...I can't quite believe what you say,"

"However," the young knight of light straightened his back and stared at his old friend, "you hate the goddess of light so much, don't you also enter the church and use light magic?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was thrown out violently by the vine.

"Miller!" Susie quickly helped him up, and the silver dragon also rushed in front of the elf.

Winterson's green eyes were like a dark swamp. He lowered his eyes and looked at the silver dragon with wings spread in front of him without blinking.

"Winterson!" Zhang Ning was stared at by him, his voice was a little hoarse, "You, calm down..."

Winterson opened his eyes slightly, showing a puzzled expression: "Calm down?"

"Do you think I'm irrational now?"

The blond elf took a deep look at him and turned around without hesitation.

Zhang Ning hurriedly called out his name: "Winterson!"

Silver Dragon hurriedly turned his head to look at Miller and Susie on the ground, then flapped his wings to follow Winterson.

The clear lake is like a huge piece of emerald embedded in the forest of elves, the smooth surface of the lake is quiet without any ripples; beside the lake is a towering tree with a canopy that can cover the sky and the sun, and some white flowers are blooming on the hanging vines.

That is the tree of life given to the elves by the goddess of light, which symbolizes life and light.

The strong light element couldn't help but make Silver Dragon feel close. He slowly flew in front of the Tree of Life and landed on Winterson's shoulder.

"...Winterson," Zhang Ning said tentatively, then rubbed against him unskillfully, and said seriously, "I'm sorry."

The elf stretched out his hand after a while, motioning for the silver dragon to get off his shoulders.

Zhang Ning nestled in both of his hands, only from this angle could he see that the other's handsome face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost.

It seems that Zhang Ning only felt the real side from Winterson at this time. His hair is the color of sunlight, his eyes are the lakes of the forest of elves, and his appearance is exquisite and beautiful like a god.

But he is not a human race, nor is he a god.

He is a lonely elf.

"Silva, I thought you would understand me best."

Winterson spoke calmly, like a volcano covered in ice and snow: "I am the last elf, and you are the last dragon."

"But now, it seems that only I remember this history."

Maybe it's a good thing if you don't know.

He looked down at Yinlong's blue eyes, his expression was a little loose, he lowered his head against his body, and said softly: "It's okay, as long as you don't leave me."

Zhang Ning saw Winterson's twitching eyelashes, he couldn't restrain the sour feeling in his heart, and suddenly struggled.

Winterson let go of him, and saw the silver dragon baring the scales of his neck.

The silver dragon is covered with silver scales, the only one near the throat is a piece of golden scales, which is usually covered up and has not been discovered.

"I won't leave you," Zhang Ning seemed to have made up his mind, "this is for you."

The silver dragon showed its sharp claws, and took off the golden dragon scale by itself: "It's the color of your hair, it matches you very well."

His painful tail was shaking, but he curled up in Winterson's palm without saying a word: "Now I and you are one."

"Well," whispered Winterson, sighing, "this is our second contract."

Winterson opened his mouth to recite the incantation, the crown of the tree of life in front of him moved without wind, and the fallen leaves rustled.

Zhang Ning's neck without scales no longer hurts, and he feels a warm current spreading from the wound to his whole body.

"This is the last blessing of the elf god."

Light and shadow fell from among the lush leaves and shone on Winterson.Silver Dragon's ears moved slightly, and he tilted his head to look at the elf's handsome cheek.

The tree of life shook slightly, she gradually shook off all the leaves, and bloomed golden flowers all over the branches, and it became lush again in an instant.

"This is the mother of our elves," Winterson said in a low voice. "After the fall of the elf god Thranduil, he returned to the mother tree and guarded the forest of elves together."

He reached out his hand towards the tree of life and touched the branches of the tree.

This big tree, called the "mother tree" by the elves, hadn't touched her child for a long time, and rubbed against Winterson with its branches very affectionately.

Zhang Ning watched helplessly as this huge tree of life became nothingness and transparent, and then disappeared completely.

"She has no reason to exist anymore." Winterson said to the silver dragon, "When I die, all traces of the elves will be wiped away."

At this time, Winterson's gaze was still gentle: "At that time, this race really didn't exist."

He couldn't separate his own light attribute, which was chosen by his ancestors.

He can only make his own way, and will bring an end to the final fate of the elves.

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