Remembrance of the Goddess of God

"...Wait, Murjia. Do you mean that you have a way to take the wounded outside the lord's mansion with his eyes?" "All the personnel in Tower Saint Roll escape?"

This is simply impossible!

"Not everyone."

The beautiful girl with silver-white long hair, which is unique among the elves, looked at Arthur calmly, and Arthur could see calmness and confidence even on her usually expressionless face.

"I need someone to fight the goblins all the time, at least I can't let the goblins break through the tower when other people move. By that time, I will have no way to distinguish the enemy from the enemy, let alone become a combat force."

"...But the method you mentioned is really feasible?" The gray elf lord also interjected.Now the gray elf, who should be still in his prime, frowned tightly, and even the complicated patterns drawn on his face were crowded together. "Now the goblin's witch fire is still shrouded in Tower Saint Raul, no elves can use spells under this kind of flame - you even said that there is the power of the nameless beast in it!"

"Indeed, elves can't use spells, and neither can dwarves."

The fourth voice sounded, it was a delicate and fragile voice like a flower - it was a female voice!

In Leder's residence, there is no second woman besides Murja!

Both men jumped up from their seats, grabbed their weapons and began to look around vigilantly.However, they saw that Murjia's expression remained unchanged, but slowly raised a hand.

What Murjia raised was his right hand, and the elves did not use their right hand to cast spells—Murjia was holding up a spot of light.

The spot of light looked like it was the size of Murga's little finger, but Arthur felt as if it was growing.

"This is..." Ryder couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear in surprise, because he saw that the light spot turned out to be a small humanoid creature.The lord of the gray elves had never seen such a tiny humanoid life, and at first he even thought it was some kind of puppet made by Murja—if he hadn't heard the words behind it.

"The power of the Nameless Beast belongs to the gods. There are two ways to break through his blockade—one is to use the power of the gods to fight against him, and the other is the magic of our elves!"

The little goblin looked at the two people in front of her seriously, and flapped her wings to scatter the light spots formed by the chaotic elements.

"Murjia and I can work together to summon the space fairy king Sbesda among the fairy kings who control the principles of the world. We can't make a space link that will make most of the residents of Tower Saint Raul escape back to Boris Yangde ,but--"

"Space Master, the master of space, can do it."

A conversation ended like this.When Arthur and Ryder left the room, Mu Erjia still sat quietly in the same place - not only because the previous backlash had consumed a lot of her physical strength, but also because she had already begun to calculate the fusion in her mind The fusion method of the power of two elements.

There are four different kinds of elves who have transformed attributes: dream elves, change elves, space elves and time elves.The appearance of these four goblins is similar to the way she and Miltin were born, and they are all fusions that should not appear.

The water element merges with the fog to become a dream, the fire element merges with the fog to become a change, the soil plus fog becomes space, and the time goblin comes out of the wind and fog—the only mist that symbolizes the love between elements among the five basic elements (It is called Mist because no one has seen its real appearance and no one knows its real name), once it is fused with other elements, it will mutate the goblin and become a monster that does not belong to normal attributes—but it is also because In this way, they now have a way to escape.After all, Murjia couldn't summon a dragon after blocking all the power belonging to the illusionist, even if he had a contract with him.

But even if she can use the power of the soil king Grandno and the fog master Fuzig to summon the space lord Sbesda, this matter is not as easy as she said after all.

Miltin only sent Sissy a goblin, which means that Murja's summoning must be successful once.

This is a matter that is almost as difficult as making Queen Igmail change her trust in Goddess Dadana.

So the calculation before the summoning is even more important...

"Murjia?"

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"Miltin!"

There was a roar from the elves' palace, and then the elves' princesses with long brown curly hair rushed down from the upper floors of the palace with a letter, and slammed straight into the lowest floor of the palace with the high priest Gwen. Together, Dio received Miltin, who was represented by some elf settlements near the barren land.

Xiyanong even seemed to think that this kind of action was not enough, the girl grabbed Miltin by the collar——

Then he let go of his hand quickly after seeing the situation he was in now.

The expression of the princess of the elves froze slightly, but immediately she showed an elegant and dignified smile.

"...Sorry, Grandpa Gwendiot, Miltin, but I just found a..."

Xiyanong's voice paused, and then whispered a few words at an exceptionally fast speed.The smile that Gwendio had been maintaining was also a little stiff. The old elf glanced at Miltin, and pushed the half-elf up after a few changes in expression.

"Thank you, Grandpa Gwendiot."

Xiyanon bowed his head slightly to Gwendio, and then quickly left the palace of the elves with Miltin.

The brown-haired girl didn't realize it, and the old priest looked at her back with a sad yet relieved expression.

"...Miltin, did you deliberately delay the time for Tasan Roll's request for help?"

As soon as he left the palace, Xi Yanon immediately tore the smile on his face.The golden-green pupils of the elf princess stared at Miltin coldly, and they even tended to become lighter and lighter under the sun.

"Tower Saint Raul is the last settlement of the gray elves, and the goblins invaded earlier than we expected so that we are completely defenseless now—" Xiyanon clenched his fists, and the sword in his hand A piece of letter paper was gripped into a ball. "And the safety of Murjia and Lost! Are you going to throw the lives of the two sacred object holders there!"

"I want you to give me a reasonable 'explanation', Miltin."

The elf princess lowered her voice, but it wasn't the threat in the words, but the content of these words made Miltin's eyes widen in surprise.

——However, after more than a month, after knowing the truth, my companion, who had always looked different, did not pull his collar to ask him why he wanted to plot against Murjia and Lost, but asked him why he wanted to To do something that threatened the elves?

——This kind of growth... Sure enough, Xiyanong just didn't want to understand it, not really didn't understand it?

But the surprise was only for a moment, and the prophet narrowed his eyes again in a blink of an eye, showing a malicious smile.

"My dear fellow clan~ Do you really not understand or are you unwilling to understand?"

"Mildin?!"

Xiyanon's shout came out of her mouth, and the princess of the elves understood it in an instant. This fact even made her voice full of pain of 'stop talking'.

But Miltin still had that malicious smile on his face, and slowly spit out word by word.

"Everything I do has always been for that one person..."

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After Murjia was able to summon the space goblin king to help most of the people in Tasheng Luoer retreat, the morale of Ta Shengluoer rose significantly.

This is something that makes the young humans in the expedition team who have almost never really come into contact with elves quite strange-because it is not the women, children and wise men who are qualified to escape, but the ones who are almost doomed to die. The young warriors in Tower Saint Raul——In order to ensure that the goblins will not break through Tower Saint Raul when Murja’s ritual is in progress, the gray elves decided to sacrifice all the young warriors and some of their prime years in exchange for other elves, especially children and The life of an old man with the culture of the gray elves.

"Hey, why are you so happy?" Fitzgerald poked the gray elf warrior he had become familiar with in the past few days while holding a small crossbow for calibration, "Aren't you an orphan?"

If it is for the sake of his relatives to escape smoothly, Fitzgerald is not incomprehensible.But an orphan...

"Does it have anything to do with me being an orphan?"

The gray elf with a simple facial pattern looked at the human friend he had met in the past few days in surprise, and couldn't help laughing after trying to understand what Fitzgerald meant.

"Fitz, death is not a terrible thing for elves. What we fear is that something like the tragedy of Ithion will happen, and let our - gray elves - culture and willow runes be like potions The culture of the masters has disappeared like the runes brought by the holly tree." Seeing the puzzled human beings on their faces, the elves who grew up in the swamp paused and changed their words.

"If that happens, the Gray Elves are truly destroyed."

"...Fitz, I don't know how you humans think about such things, but elves are not afraid of death. We are only afraid of disappearing—disappearing in the memory of others."

"It's not terrible for us to die. Death will bring us all back to the embrace of the goddess Toddana. We will drink wine, enjoy singing, dancing and food in the land of Sid until we are clubbed by our wives because we forgot to go home. Smash the head—but if the culture of the gray elves is cut off, the gray elves will no longer exist. If a race disappears in the world of the living, this race will not exist in the kingdom of Sid. That is The most terrible thing."

A mischievous smile appeared on the gray elf's face, making the human knight, who was still confused by the elf's thoughts, feel strange.

"What's more, it is much more difficult to revive a race than to enjoy it in the country of Sid~ Let those guys who have to live for a long time have a headache, I just need to criticize them after they come in the country of Sid It will work!"

"Goddess Toddana! Under the guidance of the willow tree, the gray elves are not idiots who care about whether they can survive when the race is alive or not!"

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Before Lancelot's eyes, Murjia slashed his left wrist.But what appeared in front of Lancelot this time was not the bright blue blood of the elves.

Under the horrified gaze of the young knight, the artery that was severed by the elf flowed out——

It's purple blood.

"...This is the true color of my blood, and it symbolizes the taboo existence that neither belongs to elves nor humans." Murjia's voice was very flat, and the eyes of the elf girl focused on her blood, He didn't seem to care whether anyone listened to him or not.

And Murjia didn't pay attention to Lancelow's reaction, the elf's lips moved slightly, and a long string of old words spit out from Murjia's mouth, causing the air in the whole room to slightly twist.

Accompanied by the elf's spell, the bright purple blood was suspended in the air in a spherical shape, slowly bubbling out of bubbles.At the same time, Murjia's blood began to change color by itself, Lancelow didn't pay much attention to how many colors changed, because he was already doing his best to control himself not to interrupt the mysterious scene in front of him.

——Since I insisted on staying with Murjia to watch her complete all the preliminary preparations before the summoning, it is impossible to back down halfway here!

Murja's voice of chanting the incantation was slowly speeding up, and Lancelot even felt that something started to boil with the gradually intensified voice - it was the pain that made the young knight feel that his brains had been boiled Feel!

At this time, the bright purple liquid also began to twist and deform, and finally divided into two spherical droplets.Then the blood began to appear as if boiling, slowly shrinking, and the color gradually fixed to a tone...

"...Adol... Casielnia, Tilagineahla Ka..."

"... Dulothrayoqurqringtu..."

"Koutilirthiaqiurdehythyis..."

Murga's long and chattering incantation reached the point where Lancelot couldn't distinguish the syllables at all. At the end, the human knight only felt that Murja's voice was getting faster and faster, accompanied by The raised pitch can almost pierce a person's eardrum like an awl!

"Unchaervivinica!"

After the last incantation that was as sharp as a needle point sounded, the two liquid droplets that were originally suspended in the air burst into two kinds of dazzling lights!

After the light dissipated, two dew-like... things were revealed.

One was beige, with a loose, weird texture, like a ball lightly kneaded from soft soil; the other was light gray, like some kind of viscous jelly substance.

Murjia closed his lips, showing a rare look of exhaustion, connected with the paleness of his face caused by blood loss at this moment, as if he would collapse in the next moment.

The elf stretched out his left hand and touched the light gray 'dew' lightly.

The two beads immediately slid along the trajectory of a certain position in the air for a while, and then collided together.

Stranger things happened:

The two beads fused together immediately, but they were still the same size as the original one.

Only the color has changed.

The bead hovering in the air at this moment is neither light brown nor light gray, but similar to the light that appears when Murjia uses spells at certain times, it is a silvery white with a metallic texture.