Chapter 567 Attack!

Shua! Shua!

In the dim moonlight, several giant pterosaurs are struggling to drag an airship forward. The sound of their wings flapping is heavy and powerful, but after passing through the strange and gorgeous outer wall of the airship, only silence is transmitted to the inside.

Inside the airship, one piece after another of crystals embedded in the wall releases sunshine-like brilliance, illuminating the interior as if it were daytime. The aesthetics of the elves are different from those of humans, so the interior space is built to resemble a tree house, exuding the fresh breath of trees.

On one side of the wall is a huge bookshelf, with densely packed books placed on it, allowing a female elf leaning on a recliner to choose freely. If it weren't for the transparent window showing the situation outside, this would even be more like an ordinary scene in a warm afternoon.

Only at the bottom of the tree house, a pattern similar to a double-horned head interwoven by countless complex patterns indicates the identity of this female elf.

The Tireshiel family, an ancient spellcaster family among the elves, is also one of the oldest nobles. It still has a place in the royal court, and this family is especially famous for its cruel trials.

In order to select the next generation of the family's helmsman, they will throw candidates into one dangerous place after another for tempering. The successful ones will advance to the next round, while the losers will be deprived of most resources and exiled.

This is a way to keep the family strong and concentrate resources. The exiled family members are not completely without opportunities. As long as they have talent and strength, they can rise again, turn the tables, and return as kings.

There is no doubt that Moron is such a family member who failed the trial. He didn't even make it to the second round and was exiled to a wild mine.

And all this, even if it came from another spellcaster family, his mother Caroline could only watch and do her best to make her son live a better life.

For example, giving him a tribe of gravel rats for mining and several powerful warriors who came with her as a dowry is enough to ensure Moron's life safety, of course, provided that he does not commit suicide.

"So I want to see who dares to seduce my son!"

Caroline, who seemed to be concentrating on holding a book of elven poetry, was actually not paying attention to the book at all. Instead, her eyes flashed with cold light, constantly revealing a terrifying murderous intent.

As a mother, she knew her son better than anyone else. Moron did have talent, and his talent was not low. This was also the reason why he was targeted and exiled in the second round. Perhaps it was the price of his extraordinary talent. He lacked certain sensitivity and was easily emotional. In layman's terms, he was easily impulsive.

It was easy for reason to take a big step back because of provocation or instigation from others.

Therefore, Caroline sent him to this remote mine specifically, hoping that he could settle down. Unexpectedly, even so, she still received some bad news.

Slaves and wealth are secondary, which are not worth mentioning in Caroline's eyes. The key is reputation. This incident has caused a certain negative impact on the entire Tireshire family.

To be honest, Caroline is very disappointed with Morren, but this does not mean that she will give up her son, because he still has extraordinary talents.

As long as the talent can be transformed into strength, the defects in character will be infinitely reduced. After all, the world still respects the strong. Under strength, shortcomings can even be transformed into advantages, such as impulsiveness and irritability, which can also be said to be hatred of evil.

"Your Excellency!"

At this time, footsteps were heard around her, and then a tall elf walked in and saluted her: "In the intelligence that has been collected, there is no such elf named Druid. It's as if he appeared out of thin air, which is very suspicious!"

"Humph, no matter who he is, he is dead. How are the guards prepared?"

Caroline's face was filled with murderous intent. Just like Kanris, she didn't believe Luen's words at all. Maybe when she was young, she would feel that she was special and could do a great cause, but as she grew older, she would know that the world would never be transferred by the will of an elf.

"The guards are behind us. As long as you give an order, you can block all the surroundings!"

The tall elf bowed and said.

"Very good. Huh?"

Caroline was about to say something, but suddenly she was surprised to see that the moonlight through the window was faintly bloody.

In a direction completely different from Caroline, several pterosaurs approaching the same destination also found something strange and stood on the back of the pterosaur looking at the moon.

"Everyone, I have a bad feeling, speed up!"

A short black-robed man, who was shorter than the elves, suddenly spoke up, looking at the falling moonlight, and some strange changes seemed to be brewing in it.

Behind him, several black-robed men in the same outfit, some taller and some shorter, silently sped up the speed of driving their pterosaurs.

Sizzle!

"Next one!"

Sizzle!

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The continuous sound of flesh being torn apart continued to sound, accompanied by the strong smell of blood that came with the wind, making Morn feel as if he was in a sea of ​​blood, watching those elf warriors numbly take away one fresh life after another.

The slaves whose brains were paralyzed by hallucinogenic substances were not aware of the slaughterhouse around them. They could only hear one sentence after another, then instinctively crawled forward, and then were killed, and the blood spread along the dug gully.

Even if he was the initiator of everything, Moron felt cold in his heart at this time. It was one thing to say it, but it was another to watch so many lives disappear. If it were hundreds of years ago, his behavior would have been enough to kill him a hundred times.

However, it seemed that the eternal war destroyed not only human nature, but also the elves.

Countless blood flowed in the outlined pattern like a rushing river. As slaves died one after another, starting from the periphery of the pattern, blood-colored light gradually accumulated and brewed, and then rushed into the sky!

It was like a blood-colored giant python standing up, showing its existence in the night, and twisting its body constantly, making everyone who saw it feel an inexplicable chill and sense of danger in their hearts.

The whistling wind stopped.

The noisy insects were silent.

Even the moon seemed stunned by this scene, letting the clouds cover its cheeks, leaving only scarlet light rising into the sky, interweaving in the sky to outline a larger and more complex pattern.

Sticky, bloody, evil

Countless elves in the distance were stunned by this scene, walked out of the house and looked into the distance, as if a huge stone was pressing on their hearts, and some kind of irresistible terror was about to come!

"Did it succeed?"

Under the blood-colored cover, the excitement on Morn's face gradually faded, replaced by a kind of palpitation, and he couldn't help turning his head to look at the central altar, the area where Luen was.

Boom!

The next moment, a huge thunder fell from the sky!