Born to be a dragon I'm sorry!

Chapter 148 A body of flesh and blood, burning once is enough!
"Long time no see, Serafur."

An understatement of words, but it caused waves in Serafur's heart.

He was still as he remembered.

The flow of time did not leave any traces, and the golden hair was as dazzling as the morning light under the firelight, and I don't know how many elves have illuminated the direction of progress.

The faint smile on his face was cynical, a little less warm and a little more domineering.

Amid all the trolls, including Tolisso, kneeling piously, he sat on the throne peacefully, with his legs crossed, his emerald green eyes with a lofty indifference.

A black line came into view.

The sluggish Serafur was awakened, and the dusty memories emerged, allowing Princess Thorn to finally recall where the familiarity she had seen when she witnessed the troll paint came from.

Thousands of years ago, she had clearly seen similar tattoos on the body of the Imperial Master Chen Xi—! !

"You... who are you?"

Hold on tightly to the hilt of the sword.

The sharp-edged finger bones turned white, Serafur's face was bloodless, and her mind couldn't stop shaking. At this moment, she even wished that the other party really died in that conspiracy!
"Why are you showing such an expression, Serafur?"

Italek looked at her indifferently.

On the armrest of the throne, a handsome raven also cast a humane gaze, and she felt the breath from the same source as herself in Serafur.

"It was I who led the elf civilization to obtain part of the results after tens of millions of years in advance, allowing the extraordinary seeds to take root and germinate in your land.

It was also I who resisted all opinions and sent people to build hundreds of fortresses, large and small, which became a powerful barrier for elves to resist trolls.

I have promoted the development of elf civilization by myself.

You used to call me teacher when you saw me. Could it be that we meet again after a long absence, and there is a sad thick barrier between us? "

"It was you who provoked the war, and you were the one who instigated the trolls to invade our territory——!"

Serafur stared at Itarek angrily, with sadness and incomprehension in her eyes.

But what is more, is the anger brewed after witnessing the suffering of tens of thousands of elves!

"I don't know what other identities you have besides Chenxi Guoshi, but over the past thousand years, more than [-] elves have lost their families because of the war, and you must bear the unshirkable responsibility!"

From the moment he saw Tolisso and Butler in the crowd kneeling in front of Italek, Serafur could be sure who planned this long-awaited invasion.

That's why.

Serafur became so furious!

"The cruel baptism of war is necessary for any civilization, not to mention that I am controlling the intensity of the war.

If the elves are weakened like this, it can only mean that your potential has stopped here, and you will face the fate of destruction sooner or later in the battle of the worlds in the future. "

Italek didn't get angry because of Serafur's accusation, and slowly said something about the battle of the worlds.

as predicted.

The violent impact caused Serafur to express doubts about her life, but Italek's words continued.

"I can understand your anger, but I also need you to understand that this is all necessary.

Without this war, how long do you think it would take for elves to develop spells with four and five rings on their own?
When will such a weapon of war as the ancient tree of war be created by druids?
Including your own secret profession, do you think you can open up such a promising path when the world is at peace? "

shook his head.

Facing his next figure, Itarek showed extraordinary patience.

"Pressure creates motivation, and war is a trial to test civilization, and only in the face of the oppression of life and death can civilization produce essential progress in the throes of labor!
The war is now under my control.

But when the battle of the worlds comes, the defenseless elf civilization will be the real lamb to be slaughtered, and the purgatory on earth will be thousands of times stronger than it is today!
Come to my side.

Accept my gift, and you can become the guardian of the elf civilization yourself, and contribute your power to the battle of the worlds 8 years later! "

Serafur was speechless, wanting to denounce Italek's atrocities, but all the facts seemed to refute him.

More than 2000 years before the dawn of the national division appeared.

The elf civilization is indeed like a pool of stagnant water as he said. There are various changes, but most of them are arts and the like. The elves are not keen on improving their strength.

However, when the war broke out, the development of the elf civilization seemed to press the shortcut key.

The art that was once regarded as life has been abandoned like a shoe, and sharp knives, bows and arrows have become indispensable for every household, and new spells will be created every now and then!
Maybe many people will die now, but the elven civilization will have the hope of surviving when the battle of the worlds comes!

Reason is appreciating Itarek's behavior, but emotion is cursing him.

Silence is spreading.

Italek waited for Serafur's choice with all his leisure.

Tolisso and Butler in the past chose to follow him precisely because of Italek's incomparable power and lofty ideals, and he believed that Serafur would be no exception!

However, when the sounds of fighting outside intensified, Serafur's calm voice made the smile on Italek's face suddenly freeze.

"Sorry, I still can't accept your approach."

Serafur sighed in relief.

"Maybe you are right, but I can't forget the eyes of those elves who died because of this war, and the hope they put on me to end the war."

Raising his head, Serafur looked straight at Itarek without showing any sign of weakness, his eyes suddenly became sharp.

"The most important thing is that in the years to come, you still plan to involve the elf civilization in the war, right?"

"……exactly."

Italek nodded in disappointment.

"You shouldn't be like this. Could it be that my expectations of you are too high?"

"No, I just chose to stand on the side that all sentient beings hope for."

Bitter cold light flowed on the silver holy sword, Serafur showed no fear, ignoring the menacing sights beside him.

"The War of the Worlds is not necessarily real.

But I can be sure that the pain of civilians is real, the struggle of soldiers is real, and the hope I shoulder is also real!
When I go back, I will tell future generations about the threat of the War of the Worlds, so that they will not forget this belief in striving for governance even if there is no war.

But before that.

I need to root out the biggest threat for them! ! "

"That's stupid, Serafur."

Italek looked at the other party with a sense of loss, and there was no change in his expression due to the violent fluctuation of magic power generated by Serafur's full operation of the light well.

Swah——

A purple dagger suddenly sprang out from the back of the heart, forcefully piercing through the constant magic shield around Serafur.

I was shocked in my heart.

Serafur suddenly swung the silver holy sword and collided violently with the unkind dagger, and there was a crisp sound of gold and iron!

A beautiful figure quietly emerged from the shadows.

Evelyn stood behind Serafur with a frosty face, holding a dark purple dagger, eager to try, ready to launch the next fatal attack at any time.

However, at the next moment, Itarek's words made her movements come to an abrupt stop.

"Stop it, I didn't wait for her to grow up to the present so that she could just die here."

Walk down the steps from the throne step by step.

Every time she took a step, a trace of the dragon's power that Itarek suppressed with all her strength leaked out, like a mountain of ten thousand junctures pressing down on Serafur's heart, making her whole soul tremble!

"There is no need to doubt the authenticity of the Battle of the Worlds, if there is no external pressure, no matter how lofty the belief is, there will be a day of decay.

But I'd like to give you a chance, Serafur. "

Spread your arms out.

Itarek seemed to be inviting his dance partner to accompany him in a dance under the bright lights, and Amber Dragon Eyes quietly appeared at some point.

"I will stand here motionless, as long as you can cut a scar on my body, even if only a trace of blood flows out, I promise you will never manipulate the future of elf civilization again!

But if you fail, then you must accept this power and join my figurine collection! "

Paused.

Serafur's figure was clearly reflected in Italek's eyes, and he said with great interest.

"I can feel that you have reached the critical point of extraordinaryness in terms of strength and speed.

If it wasn't for my gift, I'm afraid even the three of them wouldn't be your opponents!
After going through the training of this war, you have developed your body to the limit, but if you want to hurt me, being extraordinary is not enough! "

From Italek's perspective, only Serafur and Evelyn can see the entire elven civilization.

Evelyn used to be able to easily kill Serafur, but after the tempering of this war, Serafur, who has assumed all the hopes of the elves, dare not slack off, and has already walked on the path of extraordinary People ahead!

Italek is looking forward to it.

Under the strong pressure he exerted at this moment, can Serafur break through her own limit and take the pinnacle step of the extraordinary road for countless mortals!
The pressure was on, and Serafur knew she had no choice.

When she really saw the unfathomable power with her own eyes, even Serafur herself couldn't help but wonder, could Guangming really end the opponent as she wished?
But no matter how you look at it, this bet is her only chance, a chance to regain the future of elf civilization!

Heavy pressure hangs over my heart.

Serafur smiled wryly, and personally realized how the pressure generated by Italek said.

Scenes flashed through my mind, the silent gaze of the subordinates before they died, the food sent out by the civilians with smiles, the slaughter of innocents by the trolls, and the majestic figure of the Imperial Master Chenxi sitting on the throne... …

does it worth?
Serafur asked herself.

The cold reason was telling her that she should join the other party and consider for the continuation of the elven civilization in future generations.

Even if the battle of the worlds is fake, hypocrisy is enough to save one's life, not to mention gaining a gift of power that others can only dream of!

However, when thinking of those longing eyes that sincerely believed that he could end the war for so many years, Serafur couldn't convince himself no matter what.

Draw your sword for the weak and speak out for the innocent.

This is Serafur's belief!

What is the overall situation, what is the battle of the worlds, what is the necessity, Serafur is unwilling to think about it!

She only knows that her duty as the Elf King is to protect the subjects, to end the war, and to create a world where the elves can live and work in peace! !
As for the future, there should be an elf king from back then to guard it——! !

There is no more haze in my heart.

The boiling magic power in the Bright Well has reached its limit. It crazily poured into Serafur's body in a posture that ignored the physical damage. While her momentum rose steadily, cracks appeared on her face like porcelain, which could be faintly seen under the skin. Flowing magical brilliance!
An overwhelmed wail came from the body, and the shadow of death that might collapse at any time quietly emerged.

With this sword cut, she will definitely die——!
does it worth?
Serafur asked herself.

Thinking of this, Princess Thorn held a sword in both hands, and a thrilling smile appeared on her face!

Is this still a question?
The depths of the body that has been tempered to the limit, under the coincidence and inevitable effect of many factors, represent the qualitative change of the world beyond the limit, just like the miraculous birth of life, like a brand new door to the world suddenly opened!

Then, under the expectant gaze of Itarek with his arms stretched out, Serafur slashed out this earth-shattering sword with absolute belief in death!
Flesh and blood, burning once is enough——! !

(End of this chapter)