ps: Cough cough, thanks to the two oceans of the children's shoes of "Your Highness Zichuan" and the one ocean of the children's shoes of "The Dark Knight"...

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In the frozen tundra, the War Hall, the God of War still maintains the saint's temperament as a saint, unfathomable. Next to it, c.c stands with his waist, the wind blows its long green hair, and dances with the wind, and is unfathomable with the God of War.

Even the eighth-level strong men would be surprised when they saw this scene, because in front of the ninth-level strong men who communicated with the world, this woman with no power fluctuations on her body could maintain her momentum independence...

"The witch of fate... are you leaving? Caesar will be sad." The God of War said lightly, "I once said that the lost memory is like the shackles that pass by the wind. Why do you gain freedom and repeat the previous sorrow?"

"It is precisely because of the loss that we have to make up for it. I believe that giving up the past memory is not my original intention, but a forced erasure from the outside world. This is not a complete life, so..." c.c held his head and tried to find the answer he wanted from the pain. "...I only remember two things, one is mission, the other is memories. The mission is to select the kings of the kings who can bring the descendants of the inner flange to welcome the battle of the end of the day for the shelter continent. The other is to follow the clues to retrieve the memories I lost... Yes, I have a sister, we have played since we were young, and she is still alive... She should know..."

"Artoria has the most pure bloodline of the inner flange. Although it is far from awakening, once the sharpness is revealed, the light of the angels and demons will be eclipsed. But I seem to have done something wrong..." c.c smiled bitterly, "Fortunately, I discovered Caesar again. I saw too many things in him... His inner flange bloodline is very lazy, and there is no possibility of awakening at all, but from him, I saw a terrible shadow of existence... I think you should also consider this aspect if you choose him as the king of heaven, after all, he is..."

"Okay, we all believe in him, so don't mention this matter again," the God of War raised his hand and signaled to stop the topic. "But it's very dangerous for you to go out now, so wait a little longer. The idiots of the Elves can no longer sit still. Your state is very unstable. If you can do nothing, don't do anything. You insist on leaving, Caesar will not stop, and the Temple of War will not stop, but you have taught Caesar a lot of things, and the Temple of War will also express your gratitude." The God of War turned around, "It's better to wait until Caesar is crowned and understands his mission and the meaning of his existence, and you will leave..."

The God of War slowly left, but c.c did not move, staring into the distance, where Caesar was.

"I'm a witch..." Only a faint sigh was left.

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In the southern part of the continent, there is a dark forest in the darkness, and in the distant depths, Silver Moon City is located.

A towering moonlight ancient tree is located in the center of the city. This ancient tree that gathers the power of generations of forest elves is equivalent to the world tree of that year. When the world tree collapsed under the rain of fire in the doomsday judgment, some elves escaped to the deeper forest, and some elves escaped underground. The Sunwell was destroyed by the first Amazon king Mavina and the first Druid Pope, completely shattering the source of power of the high elves.

The history of the high elves has come to an end. Without the magic power supply of the Sun Well, their magical talent that surpasses everything gradually deteriorates. Now they are more accustomed to being called forest elves and dark elves because they have got rid of their desire for magic and dependence on magic. The fighting style of the druids and Amazon influenced the forest elves, so natural power and archery were picked up again. The darkness of the dungeon assimilated the dark elves. The assassin who chased them back then became the direction of the future development of the race. Agile assassin and terrifying soundless arrows, dark magic...

"Hmph, every time I appear here, the smell of the disgusting trees around me will make me sick..." There were twenty-seven seats in the hall of discussion. The walls around were actually the skin of the tree, with green leaves dotted among them, full of vitality, but an elf in a black robe frowned. The dungeon lacking light made their skin fair and smooth, but the gray pupils, pointed ears, gray hair, and the unconcealed darkness all hint at the identity of this elf - the dark elf.

"Enough! The forest is the mother that nurtures everything, and the sacred life is born because of it. Don't insult them!" In contrast, the hair color of forest elves is mainly red-brown and green, and their eyes are also emerald green. Due to the deliberate blockade of the Seven Holy Land, the content of the mainland's hegemony battle was gradually forgotten by the mainland. People do not know that the beautiful elves in the forest are actually racial enemies who were beaten by their ancestors and ran away. They still believe that this is a mysterious race that is peaceful and polite, close to nature, and is a bit arrogant - well, it seems that many people can have some super friendly relationships with the elves...

In fact, they are all wrong. Elfs are like ten thousand years old, with extremely strong racial superiority and aggressiveness.

At least the "gentle" forest elves began to fire at the dark elves, scolding her for being disrespectful to the forest.

"Hmph..." The dark elves were not scared, "Even hypocrites who have to be imprisoned and used by the king are qualified to talk about sacred things? Why don't you talk to the Paladins of the Pope about how the holy light is created?"

"Shut up! I will never admit that he is the leader of the forest elves! The forest elves no longer need a queen! It is enough for us to have a council! As for the so-called heir, they are just a dangerous blood-sucking madman!" The eyes of the forest elves flashed with unforgettable hatred and hatred, "She can survive because of her powerful power. She must atone for her faults! This is the only reason for her survival! You actually regard her as the leader, and advise you to be careful!"

"You dare to insult the Black Princess!" The dark elf's eyes sank, and a cold wind rolled up in the hall. "Titan, we are not interested in asking about the destruction of the forest elves, but the black princess is the legal leader of the Dark Elf lineage and the only two high elves in the world. Although the destruction of the Sunwell forces her to suck blood to maintain the flow of magic, she is the future dark elf queen! If you dare to insult the leader, don't blame us for being polite!"

"You! I'm still afraid that you won't succeed!"

"Enough! We were compatriots of the same origin ten thousand years ago. Even today, our form and appearance are not much different. Why are they so difficult to unite as both descendants of high elves..." One black and one white, two elves came together.

"Have you met the Black Duke!"

"Have you met Duke White!"

"The twenty-seven members of the Elf Council have actually arrived fifteen, and they have met the conditions for the opening. Each member of the parliament will be in the seat! You are here today just for one issue. In addition to the dark witch who makes us anxious, the Witch of Destiny has appeared in the Northland." The White Duke and the Black Duke's seats are connected. "The Witch is the enemy of the elves since ancient times. Even after the great disaster within the clan, we have never given up the pursuit of the witch, and this time will be no exception. But the North is the territory of the barbarians, and the Temple of War has a control over it far more than any holy land. We need a perfect solution..."
Chapter completed!