The Descendants of Wudang In Another World

Zhang Hao walked out of the vine house of the elves after Monica. The carnival continued. The elves gathered around the world tree spontaneously, using actions to express their joy for the return of their mother.

It is night now, the crown of the world tree's favorite tree exudes countless pale silver rays of light. The misty night, which covers the silver moon's brilliance, then breaks away from the canopy, floats around in the air, and then slowly fades away, but the new The light powder continued to appear again, uninterrupted, and the entire sanctuary seemed to be covered with a layer of white light yarn. Colorful magical fireworks continued to bloom around the world tree, and then disappeared.

Unlike the fireworks on the earth, the magical fireworks of the elves did not make loud explosions. At this time, Zhang Hao felt that he was walking into a beautiful and ever-changing picture. The silver veil was the canvas, and the magic of all colors The fireworks are blooming in it, and just looking at it, people can't help but be immersed in it.

In addition, the women of the elves sang and danced, with beautiful and crisp singing voices, beautiful dances, watching and listening, without thinking about anything, being quietly in it is already a rare enjoyment. Zhang Hao looked at the grand occasion before him. In addition to Lisi'er, there is also Mitia. He doesn’t like other elves too much, because this race is too proud, but now it seems that the elves are indeed a very artistic race, so he has to Slightly changed.

Suddenly, someone patted his shoulder lightly. Zhang Hao turned his head and saw a familiar elf woman: Mitia.

"Why are you here?" Zhang Hao asked curiously: "Why, don't you need to look after the mercenary union?"

Mitia looked up and down Zhang Hao. Still with a cold face, she nodded slightly and said: "Mother is back, and we have to come back naturally. You don't have a beard and become ugly. Why should you hide your identity? The fact that you are a fire spider has spread outside. After Xia Li knew about it, her expression was very surprised!"

Zhang Hao smiled awkwardly. Explained: "No way, in order to facilitate the action. I have to disguise myself. By the way, how is Xia Li's current state? I should feel calmer now."

"It's much better." Mitia's face was always cold and sad again: "But her mood is still very melancholy. There is no other way. For a while, relatives. All lovers left her. , This blow is really too great, I am worried that if this continues, her body will not be able to bear it, and she will not be sick at the end."

Xia Li's little girl is very attractive, and Zhang Hao has regarded her as his good friend. Hearing Yan said worriedly: "What should I do? By the way, don't the elves have a lot of soothing spirit magic? Isn't it useless?"

Hearing Zhang Hao caring about Xia Li so much, Mitia’s cold face actually showed a slight sign of melting of the iceberg, but within a few seconds, she continued to feel sad: “Spiritual magic can only be useful for a while. The more you use it, the less the effect becomes. She is suffering from heart disease. To cure Xia Li from the ground up, there are only two ways, one is to make her amnesia, and the other is..."

Seeing Mitia's hesitation, Zhang Hao asked anxiously, "What is the second method?"

"Find the killer who killed his family and avenge her." When Mitia said this, she suddenly lowered her head. He avoided Zhang Hao. Looking straight at the ground under his feet.

As soon as this remark came out, Zhang Hao settled down quietly. He knew that being able to work in the mercenary union meant that Mitia was mostly an intelligence agent of the Elf race. She said this before her eyes. Looking at this attitude, it seemed that there was something inside. But Zhang Hao also knew that Mitia was a cold-faced female elf, and he already regarded her as a friend in his heart.

"Well, even if you don't tell me, I will investigate this matter."

Zhang Hao knew that Mitia might be using herself, and Mitia’s expression was obviously guilty. Therefore, as a friend, he was unwilling to expose each other’s cautious thoughts. Besides, the investigation of the windmill town tragedy seemed to be the same as the elves. The tumors in the clan are related, and the two things are not in conflict.

"Then do you know some clues about the massacre in Windmill Town?" Zhang Hao asked in a low voice, "I believe you should also be busy with Xia Li's affairs!"

Mitia stood quietly for a while and nodded slightly, "Yes, I found some news, but now there are so many people, it is not convenient to talk. I will give you the clues in other ways tomorrow."

After saying this, Mitia left.

Because Zhang Hao cured An, almost all the elves now know him and are grateful to him. Not long after Mitia left, many elves saw him and expressed their gratitude to him with excitement and saved his mother. Grace is more important than Mount Tai. Although there is no Mount Tai in this world, gratitude is interlinked.

Ann is sitting on her own body, next to the World Tree, under her is an exquisite wooden chair, and the Elf Queen Moira is standing next to her. Then, all the elves of the Elves, or the older elves with higher prestige, All standing behind her. Maybe it was because of the feeling of nostalgia for her second generation of children, Ann's eyes were always flashing with shallow tears, and the circles under her eyes were also red.

Passing through the crowd of people, An felt Zhang Hao's gaze. She nodded to Zhang Hao, and then suddenly raised her hand. The surroundings gradually calmed down, and countless eyes were focused on An's body.

"My dear sons and daughters." Ann stood up: "After ten thousand years, someone finally healed my injury. Thank you very much, Your Excellency Alex of Human Race."

Countless respectful or grateful eyes gathered on the only human in the sanctuary, Zhang Haodi.

Zhang Hao naturally smiled and nodded.

"At the same time, I decide." Ann suddenly said a sentence that made all the elves shocked: "Transfer the sacred item of this clan, the godly scepter of the goddess of nature, to Your Excellency Alex, as a thank you."

All the elves were shocked. The three sacred objects of the elves, the moonlight gem, the heart of clear water, and the goddess of nature, the scepter of the gods, the first two sacred objects fell out of the elves due to accidents, and disappeared, if If the scepter of the gods is given to humans, then the elves will have no sacred relics. If this matter is said, the fame and honor of the elves will be greatly reduced.

"Mother, please consider carefully!" The Elf Empress Moira stood up and whispered: "The scepter of God's metaphor is an artifact bestowed by the goddess of nature to our race. If you give it to humans rashly, I'm afraid it will anger the divine might."

Several elders also stood up and persuaded: "Mother, please take back the holy life, the scepter of the gods can no longer live outside the forest, otherwise, our clan will no longer have a face to stand on the mainland."

Talking elves gathered in front of Ann, eagerly persuading, Zhang Hao felt that the grateful gaze of the surroundings changed in a blink of an eye, becoming unfriends, and even a little hostile.

Ann waved her hand, her purple eyes swept across the audience, and slowly said, "Do you still have my mother in your eyes? No need to say anything. I'm not confused. Besides, this matter was personally ordered by the goddess of nature. The oracle, if anyone still has an opinion, immediately drive out of the forest and no longer be my children."

Ann knows that the goddess of nature fell as early as 10,000 years ago. The scepter of gods is an artifact given to the elves by the goddess of water pretending to be the goddess of nature. So, this matter must have been an oracle from the **** of water to the saint to recover the scepter, but for some reason, the saint could not come in person, only to ask the heir of the chaos **** for help.

Moreover, even if there is no word from the Goddess of Water and the appearance of Lisi'er, even if Zhang Hao is not cured, An will find a way to hand over the scepter to Zhang Hao, because she would rather offend the kind water **** than The chaos **** successor is angry. Water God is kind by nature. Even if she makes a mistake and offends her power, she still has a great chance of survival. But Chaos God is different. He usually has a quiet personality, but he is not angry. An anger is the color change of the world. She is afraid ,terrified.

Ann faked the natural female sacred oracles. The elves believed it to be true, and no one held any objections. However, uneasy emotions began to take root among the people: Why did the goddess take back the scepter? Is she going to abandon our elves?

The celebration continued, but now the atmosphere in the field is not suitable for Zhang Hao to continue to stay. He turned back to the small room, lay down in his clothes, thinking about the recent events: "Monica has already understood that the family cancer is Who, then, what is the relationship between these people and the windmill town tragedy, and Mitia also seems to know a lot of inside stories, then, where does she stand?

"By the way, Baglet and the others were brought to the sanctuary by the elves some time ago. I don’t know if they left ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ or the elves imprisoned them? Find an elf tomorrow to ask."

"I don't know if Aixi feels lonely in Bluetown? Lisi'er is portraying the magic circle, and it will take two days to finish and rush back."

Thinking about some unconcerned things in such a mess, and I don’t know how long it took, the door of the vine house was pushed open, and two old elves came in with a group of gorgeously dressed elven guards and crowded the small vine house. fully.

"Your Excellency, Fire Spider Alex!" One of the old elves reluctantly said with an exquisite long golden silk brocade box, "By mother's order, come and deliver the holy artifacts of the race, the goddess of nature. God's scepter, please accept it!"

Zhang Hao turned over and got up from the bed. After possessing the power of immortality, he could already feel the power of the five elements around him.

The brocade box in the hands of the old elves exudes a strong wood element spirit. People in this world call this kind of natural element essence, while Taoists prefer to call this pure wood force: Yimu essence. Regardless of the name, it shows that there is something extraordinary in the box.

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