Born to be a dragon I'm sorry!

Chapter 149 When the elves rise, from now on! (2324)

Serafur felt as if she was burning.

Every day and night of hard work in the past has turned into firewood, supporting her to cut out this sword full of faith, just like cutting off the invisible shackles in her body!

The shackles that were thought to be the limit suddenly shattered, replaced by the comfort and strength of the sea and the sky.

Everything about him is undergoing a qualitative leap, like an endless promotion!

In the end, in just a short moment, a brand-new and friendly huge power condensed from the depths of the body, like the crystallization product of Serafur's belief and power!

[Legendary Power: Breaking Dawn: When facing enemies from the chaotic and evil camps, all damage is increased by 300%.

You can increase your physical fitness by burning mana and life. The increase ratio is 10:1 and 1:1 respectively. When you stop burning, the increase effect will slowly decline over time! 】

A large amount of information flooded into his mind, allowing Serafur to easily control this new power as if commanded by his arm.

Mind a move.

The world in front of Serafur's eyes has changed. Everyone is covered with blood or gray, which means that their alignment includes evil and chaos.

And when Serafur looked at Itarek, the other party showed a clear mixture of white and blood, which was obviously also within the scope of Serafur's special attack.

Lawful and evil...

The heart fire was ignited, and the intense pain was exchanged for a sharp increase in strength.

Serafur didn't think about her own survival at all.

Regardless of everything, the magic power in the light well was continuously burned out, even her own life was not spared, which also made her already powerful aura suddenly rise to the point where everyone daunted her!

It's too late, but it's fast, all this happened in the blink of an eye.

Tolisso and Butler suddenly changed their expressions. They could clearly feel that if they were the ones facing the sword, they would have absolutely no chance of surviving!
Evelyn bit her lips tightly, and a worried look flashed in her eyes.

Under the gazes of various expressions.

Time seemed to be slowing down. Itarek raised a finger lightly, and at the last moment, it was right in front of the silver holy sword. With a slight bend, he came into direct contact with the terrifying sword!
clang--

It seemed to be chopped on some indestructible steel.

This blow carried out all of Serafur's beliefs and strength, but it sank in front of a mere finger, and the power enough to change the world's color did not make it retreat a bit!

puff!
Serafur spurted out a mouthful of blood, the breath on her body weakened sharply, her face was pale, but there was a strong unbelievable feeling in her eyes!
"……how can that be?!"

"Don't belittle yourself, you've done a good job."

Italek was obviously in a very happy mood, and even had the leisure and elegance to comfort Serafur.

"If it is a normal young black dragon and young dragon, it will indeed be injured by your sword under the weakening of humanoid transformation, but I am a little bit stronger than them after all."

Calm down the ecstasy.

Italek looked at Serafur more and more lovingly, as if watching a priceless masterpiece.

"I should thank you, Serafur.

Because of this sword of yours, I have seen how to break through the bottleneck of wanting to improve my strength but falling into it!

Since a weak mortal can break through the legend from the extraordinary, then the powerful dragon must be able to do it too! "

Itarek's words were full of joy, the discovery of legendary power was worth less to him than divine power and godhead—!
Since the evolution of the Well of Eternity, Italek was at a loss as to how to improve his strength.

The increase in dragon language magic and the creation of soul language spells can certainly enhance his combat power, but they have not yet reached the level of qualitative change. What appears in front of Italek seems to be to rely on the slow development of the years. the way.

He is too far ahead of this era.

Italek himself is the most powerful pioneer, and no one can stand at the same height as him, discuss with each other, and solve problems.

However, there is no such thing as an absolute path.

The impact of Serafur's breakthrough legend is equivalent to sweeping away the fog in front of Italek's eyes!

Although the power possessed by the opponent after becoming a legend is still not worth mentioning in front of him.

But this way of transforming from weak to strong provides an incomparably precious idea for Itarek's current predicament!

And most importantly.

Extraordinary people can break through the limit and transform into a legend whose strength is several times stronger.

Then, Itarek, who was already standing on the ceiling of this world, if he condensed his own legendary power in a similar way, what incredible level would he reach? !

Crouching down, Itarek looked at Serafur, who was full of despair.

Just a short moment of effort.

The world's first legend in front of her was already on the brink of death, and it was obvious that Cai Cai's sword had put all her heart and energy into her, leaving no room for herself.

Cutting his own wrist casually, drops of crystal-clear crimson dragon blood slowly flowed from Serafur's lips into his throat.

"You are very talented and I look forward to your future.

In fact, even without my existence, as long as the elf civilization is still developing and growing, sooner or later, conflicts will break out with other civilizations.

I just advanced the process.

From now on, the weak and ridiculous death will not hurt you at all!

You can protect the future of elf civilization by yourself until the battle of the worlds comes to amaze everyone and let the enemies of elves see this legendary power! "

While trembling violently, Serafur suddenly opened his eyes, and a pair of shining dragon pupils suddenly emerged!

He looked at Itarek with a complicated expression.

After personally experiencing this destructive power, Serafur deeply realized that if the other party was angered, the entire elven civilization might fall into an unstoppable catastrophe!

She has done all the hard work.

Since it cannot be stopped, providing as much help as possible for the elf civilization in the days to come is the greatest help she can provide.

"Your will is my mission, my lord."

The name of the Lord of the Black Dragon has already been deeply imprinted in his mind, and Serafur half-kneeled on the ground, under the influence of the dragon's blood, his face unconsciously revealed a trace of piety and fanaticism.

Perhaps the current Princess Thorn still regards the elven civilization as everything to her.

But with the passage of time, the subtle changes that dragon's blood had on Serafur will only become bigger and bigger.

Until one day, even if Italek asked Serafur to destroy the elven civilization by herself, she would not hesitate for a moment!
Satisfied nodded.

Italek glanced at the other party, adhering to the principle of sending the Buddha to the west, and let the light well carried by Serafur fall into his hands with a single tap.

"The Bright Well is very strong, but all its power comes from the eternal well water inside, and the container that holds the well water is not so strong.

Your rough way of absorbing magic power has already caused cracks in the container. If you don't deal with it, the Bright Well will gradually become damaged after you go back this time. "

The pure and mighty magic power is like a pair of dexterous hands.

Under Serafur's wide-eyed gaze, she showed extreme control far beyond the imagination of any elf mage, and easily completed the repair of the light well.

Throwing the light well that had been turned into a gem to the opponent, Italek's skillful appearance finally made Serafur couldn't help asking.

"Lord, how do you know so much about our elves' artifacts?"

Glanced Serafur.

Itarek said calmly, "The entire elven civilization emerged under my guidance, including the Lightwell, which is also a gift I specially left for you."

Ignoring Serafur's shocked expression, Itarek sat back on the throne, looked at the pair of hot eyes below and said.

"Tolisso, Butler, your next task is to try not to use the power of dragon transformation, temper yourself to the extreme and break through to become the next legend.

As for Evelyn, the night elves leave it to you.

Whether it is revenge or forbearance.

I only hope that after tens of thousands of years, I can see the night elves become the most important behemoths in this world, and the way of assassins will also flourish in your hands! "

His eyes fell on Serafur, and Italek's expression remained unchanged.

"Wars go away as you wish, but that's not the end.

I don't care about the competition between you and Evelyn. The only bottom line is that there can be no death. This is a matter between you. "

The feeling of being promoted to a legend has flooded Italek's mind from the moment Serafur received the dragon's blood, which also means that he no longer needs the other party as an experimental material.

In this battle of the ancients.

Perhaps the only winner is Itarek. Both the elf civilization and the troll civilization need a long period of time to recover.

And in the foreseeable future, even if Italek doesn't fan the flames between the two, the hatred left over from this war will inevitably make them equal!
After explaining the last few things, Itarek teleported away with the raven on his shoulder.

Until the last ray of Longwei dissipated.

Only then did Serafur exhale a deep breath, feeling the huge power rolling in her body, her expression was complicated and unspeakable.

puff!

Butler caught a troll attendant from nowhere, and with a knife in his hand, the bloody head fell to the ground.

"Okay, you can take this head back to do business, when the time comes, the new Golden King will naturally take over and let all the trolls leave your territory."

Seravel remained silent.

This magical picture made her feel absurdly false. She never thought that the goal that countless elves failed to achieve through bloody battles would be achieved in such a strange way at this moment!

However, Serafur knew very well that in the final analysis, the occurrence of this dreamy situation was undoubtedly caused by Italek's will.

In the eyes of these trolls, his casual words are the goals that he needs to do everything to achieve.

And from now on.

I will also become one of these people, and take the will of the other party as my belief!
Serafur thought she would be very resistant, but the strange thing was that she didn't.

So she silently picked up the two heads, and after taking a deep look at Evelyn, she turned and left. Along with the heavy movement of the palace door, the sound of fierce fighting outside suddenly erupted.

this day.

Princess Thorn went through a bloody battle and beheaded the 45th King of Gold with her own hands in the palace alone!
With the blood of the evil trolls, declare the end of the 1048-year war of the ancients——! !

A fire ignited, burning all traces of the palace.

No one knows what kind of bitter battle Serafur went through to win the victory of the elven civilization.

Only the scholars of later generations speculated from the fact that not long after that, the famous Princess Thorn died of a sudden illness. In order to kill the Golden King, Serafur probably paid an unimaginable tragic price at that time!

All the elves regard Serafur as a savior. On the day of her death, thousands of people emptied the streets, and countless elves offered flowers in front of Princess Thorn's tombstone.

The war is over.

But hate doesn't.

The elves who were born in trolls passed on this hatred from generation to generation, feeding back and chewing every night, researching the mysteries of magic at all costs.

Finally, at the peak of the Arcane Empire established ten thousand years later, hundreds of floating cities invaded the troll territory, completely destroying the Golden Dynasty that had brought countless elves lingering nightmares many years ago, and even the entire giant The magic civilization has gone back to the tribal era!

no doubt.

This first battle of the ancients now seems to contain countless blood, tears and shame.

But it has become recognized by countless scholars in later generations, and even made all elves proud, far ahead of all other ancient races!

When the elves rise, from this moment——! !

.........

In the space-time hub.

A huge bronze dragon raised its head gracefully, its figure was plump yet compact, and its bronze dragon scales shone brightly under the scouring of time.

Like a noble lady among giant dragons, Mistress Shiguang's every move has the mature charm like a royal sister, and I don't know how many young bronze dragons who have not been deeply involved in the world are fascinated!
However, at this moment, Mistress Time's expression was full of sorrow.

"Oh, what a disaster... In the future I see, more than [-]% of the life in the whole world will be wiped out in the cold winter caused by the enemies of the Battle of the Worlds!
Action must be taken.

Both metal dragons and colorful dragons are part of this world. Only by uniting can we deal with the coming doomsday crisis! "

The eyes became firm.

The gorgeous figure of the Mistress of Time soars into the sky from the translucent river of time, and the resounding dragon's roar spreads throughout the entire space-time hub!

"Children, go and tell those proud dragon kings that the Dragon King Council will be held soon.

We must plan ahead and fight for the future of all dragons—! ! "

　There will be an update in the next two days, and it will be released at [-]:[-] p.m. to conceive a new volume of plot (*'▽'*)

　　
　
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