Yafen walked through the elf village. She had a clear goal. She was the "Darkness of the Elf King" possessed by the dark elves.
She doesn't need to wipe out all the dark elves, she just needs to find that thing and use its authority to complete the recovery of the dark elves.
The elves will definitely keep such valuable things in secret places that are not known to anyone.
But this is of no help to Yafen. As the original embryo of the ancient Elf King, she has an absolute sense of connection with "her own things".
However, Yafen also encountered the problem of choice after entering the village.
At the sacrificial ground not far away, an unknown aura is gradually seeping in.
There is no doubt that it is the Dark Elf Ancestor God, the Dog of the Void.
It has not yet completely arrived. Yafen may be able to destroy the summoning ceremony of the dark elf now. If it is solved before the dog of void arrives, there will be no need for the help of that bastard immortal.
But there is a risk in going there rashly. If the summoning happens to be completed when she goes there, won't she have a direct face-to-face meeting with the old god?
At that time, it will inevitably end up running away.
Should he go directly to Darkness of the Elf King for some insurance, or should he try to salvage his exploding deal?
Besides, even if she made a deal, she didn't have any trust in the character of that bastard immortal. What if the other party regrets it?
After hesitating for a moment, Yafen decided to try to stop the summoning ceremony first.
If we really encounter him, with her backup plan, escaping won't be a problem.
…
The dark elf priest opened his eyes.
There was a dark fog surrounding him, making it impossible for him to see clearly what was going on around him.
However, he could feel that there were many eyes looking at him from the surrounding fog.
He didn't move rashly, he just stayed where he was and waited for something.
Soon, his wait came to fruition.
A lavender shimmer lit up in front, which seemed to contain some other special colors, but it was so fleeting that the priest could not see it clearly, but overall, it was indeed lavender.
The source of the lavender light seems to be individual lights, but if you look closely, you will find that these light sources connected in a line seem to be some kind of monster.
The light they emitted pointed out a clear path for the priest in the dark fog. The source of the surrounding sights seemed to be far away, giving up the intention of getting closer, but the sight itself did not shift.
The priest walked along the light.
His pace was not fast, but it was not slow either, but the road seemed very long. In this world, time has lost its meaning, so he did not know how long he had experienced.
I can just vaguely feel that I must have experienced a long period of time.
Finally, the light seemed to have come to an end.
When he passed the last "light", the light behind him suddenly went out, and the sound of some creatures running away could be faintly heard in the mist.
Then, in mid-air in front of him, all the dark fog was swept away, and a big pale hand fell from the sky and struck in front of the priest.
The spreading air waves blew the priest's hair and clothes, but his expression remained unchanged.
“■■……”
The chaotic language beyond the realm of order came from all directions and penetrated into the priest's head.
It was as if his brain was exploding with pain that felt like it was being burned with a branding iron. The priest's body trembled and he almost knelt down and knelt down, but he forced himself to endure it.
Later, he understood the meaning of this great existence.
"Convene the ceremony of struggle to welcome the arrival of the ancestor gods." He bowed, his voice still trembling from the severe pain just now.
"■..."
"Challengers are all the creatures of order seen after the arrival of the ancestor gods."
"■..."
"From humble beings to become vessels of great will," said the priest.
"■."
"Thank you for your generosity."
After saying that, the big white hand in front of him slowly raised again, and then stretched out his fingers towards the priest.
The priest took a deep breath, without being timid or uneasy, and slowly stepped forward, being slowly grasped by the big white hand, until his eyes were completely shrouded in darkness.
He lost everything and invited the elf to challenge him.
An insurmountable challenge.
…
This is a memory that belongs to the elves' past.
The original embryo of the ancient Elf King first awakened in an era of ignorance.
In that era, all things grew wildly, and the world had just escaped from the era of being ruled by the gods and ushered in an era of freedom. All creatures were exploring their own way out.
It was a primitive land belonging to Titans and monsters.
The earliest pioneers were a group of monsters with huge bodies who accumulated strength in the most primitive way.
That's the Titan.
As the pinnacle of the world, the Titans mark the new generation of monsters becoming the masters of the world.
But the monsters do not have high enough intelligence and thoughts, and the habits of the Titans cannot make them the kings who lead the monsters towards order.
New life, but chaos.
The elves also awakened in such an era and began to rely on their own strength and characteristics to come into contact with the world.
However, wisdom and barbarism cannot coexist, and their wisdom is not accepted by those monsters, and they are even frequently attacked.
The elves can only hide, hide their traces, and look for gaps in their survival in the small settlement.
As the earliest intelligent race in the world, and possessing special power, as well as pride that may come from the source of power, their hearts are full of unwillingness.
If they were still as great as before, how could they be squeezed by these barbaric creatures?
In the repeated conflicts and tortures, some elven races were even wiped out for a time. Hundreds or even thousands of years later, they would be reborn based on the sustenance of some kind of power, and then experience the cold reality again.
It would be great if they were still the same as they once were.
The elves at that time begged for this possibility, hoping that it could bring them salvation.
So, in the thoughts of countless elves, that possibility responded to their thoughts.
It was a dark elf who seemed to have a sudden inspiration and understood the mystery of the depths of darkness, and began to unify the power of other elves with the tolerance of darkness.
When the power of thousands of elements merged into one, the oldest elf king came back to the world with supreme power.
But she did not take away all the power of the elves, she only became the protector of the remaining elves and opened up a world for the elves.
The elves truly ushered in a peaceful life and got the opportunity to develop.
They have found their footing in this chaotic era, and everything looks so good.
However, the nightmare came so suddenly and without warning.
That day, there were lightning and thunder, wind and rain, and sharp roars pierced everything, flying in the sky, and golden scales appeared like a terrifying existence in yellow robes.
It destroyed everything, shattered the peace of the Titans, and the beautiful thoughts of the elves.
The incomplete second generation Elf King cannot be protected.