Chapter 253: ⊕07. Backtracking key 9 (1/2)

Ivey went to the side of Shangke with a magical touch and gently brought him into his arms. A dragon circling out and turning into a pair of golden dragon wings, crossed in front of each other. The strong muscles, under the radiance of the light, present a metallic color that looks like a god.

I couldn't help but lick on his arm, and it was thick and thick, and the hardness was amazing. He refused the feather effect provided by the system, and the man showed his wings in a coquettish manner.

Ivey's big hand fell on the slender waist, the hot temperature passed through the skin, the burning gaze swept his eyebrows, and the overbearing and strong breath locked him firmly.

The exuberant energy and strong desires of the dragons seem to awaken with the power of this man. Just being close, you can't suppress your inner desire, and you can feel his hardness through clothing. Ivey didn't hesitate for too long, held up his body, pressed him on the trunk, untied his bondage, pushed it in strongly, and began to exercise intensely with his skill.

”Don't be here...” Still can't breathe, ”The elf...”

Ivy's pupils are miniature, and the dragons are put out, and a separate field is set up in an instant, and the elves who are preparing to run and the monks can be kept out.

Still glaring at him, the eyebrows are full of spring, no deterrent, just to make someone more excited, ”You belong to me alone, no one can bother.” He wants to possess him, run through him, let him The body is filled with his taste again until it is exhausted, staying upside down...

The news of the failure of the sneak attack caused a lot of shock inside the ghosts. Although they were only a tentative action, they were all dispatched with elites. Even if they failed, they would not be wiped out. However, all the people involved in the operation were captured and no one was spared.

This undoubtedly sounded the alarm for the ghosts, let them first clearly feel the threat from the Holy Land.

Because of this change, the Ghosts completely abandoned the division plan and turned to the troops. The power of the elves was not completely formed before they were destroyed.

The war that forced the elf to sacrifice in the past life was more than a year earlier than Ivey expected.

Immediately after the war, Ivey spent all his time refining oxygen beads and weapon enchants. It is still possible to run the elves in the magical array area every day, familiar with the terrain, simulate combat, set traps and so on.

However, in two months, the terrain of the core magic array has been touched by the elf, and even a few bird nests on which tree are known.

So, they can take them to the peripheral magic array, here is the activity area belonging to the mixed spirit. The appearance of the sorcerer and the elf quickly caught their attention.

In front of outsiders, it is still possible to remain semi-materialized, such as phantoms generally shuttle through the forest. The elf follows his footsteps, blends nature into the run, plays with magic in play, and gets acquainted with each other in the match.

As their former teacher, Marty was very concerned about their training. In the first few days, he felt that the elves were just playing and the training was irregular. Today, a flower is born, and a character is drawn tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow may become a race against the animal.

Marty was somewhat dissatisfied with this laissez-faire training, but only because of the respect for the mother tree, he did not dare to question.

But gradually, he found some wonderful changes.

The surrounding trees have become more lush than before, and the aura is more abundant. The original yellow and dead flowers and trees have revived new vitality. The air seems to have been washed, clean, and refreshing. The leaves whisper in the wind, the rocks sigh in the fog, the flowers sway, the river is jubilant, and the whole world is completely new.

Numerous sounds linger in the ear, this is the call from life, the natural whisper. The elf lineage in the mixed-blood elf seems to be recovering at this moment, the soul is jumping, the blood is boiling, the double-eyed filth is blinded, and it is washed away one by one, leaving only a clear one.

This is the ability of the elves, all of them are their partners, and one flower and one leaf are their eyes and ears.

Marty’s conviction in her heart gradually began to waver. She saw the mediocrity of the mediocrity, and she used the one-eyed eye to use the bow freely. She could hear the sound of the earth without hearing the sound of the earth. Lai Lei, can skillfully manipulate the magic of fire; the semi-treeized Alam of the body can revitalize the dead wood, and the memory of the short-lived Canio can communicate with the animals... the disabled elf once regarded as useless by her, guided by the mother tree Under, they have developed their own talents and specialties.

It’s not that the elves are useless, but they are not qualified to be their teachers. Even though they are weak, they still have the purest mind and the purest power in the world.

The gap between the pure blood elves and the mixed elves is not in the blood, but in the soul. They have forgotten how to be a real elf.

Marty crouched on the ground, his hands crossed his chest, and piously bowed in the direction of the mother tree.

Mother tree, small and ignorant me, lost in the world of the world, deviated from the elf's beliefs, I ask for your forgiveness, hope to return to your arms and become your people.

There are still many mixed-blood elves who are infected like her. The seeds of awakening have quietly sprouted in the soul of the mixed-race elf...

Seven months later, the army of the ghosts arrived as scheduled.

A group of forgemasters led by Ivey created a large number of oxygen-soul weapons for the Alliance Army. Together with the terrain and the array, the first confrontation made the ghosts and defeats.

Although the war is more prepared than the previous life, the strength gap still exists, and the elves and his elves can only assist in the rear. However, the unrecognizable mixed-blood elves, separated from the various ethnic forces, formed an independent team, but played an unprecedented combat power.

The elves are the nemesis of the ghosts, and their natural innateness is the best weapon. Although the natural atmosphere of the mixed elves is already thin, but in the special utensils and the superior environment, it is enough to let the ghosts and dogs vote.