Heaven’s Intention

The wind in the cave blows the old red rock.

Morris trembled in the wind. The underground cave is so cold even in early summer.

Just a little bit of food, the warmth it once brought is gone, leaving only indescribable longing and indescribable despair.

It is said that the sea elves originally had a magnificent undersea city.

And the current cave is indeed in the Undersea City.

It's just that the Haixia City that once stood tall no longer exists, and the broken dome and pillars whisper the glory of the past. In the past, it is said that the Haixia City still possessed mysterious power and protected the people of the past.

But now, after thousands of years, the mysterious power has disappeared, and countless cunning and fierce sea beasts on the seabed have begun to feed on their original masters.

The population has been declining sharply, until now it is on the brink of extinction.

Maurice looked at her compatriots trembling in the cave.

Twenty-three compatriots, this is the last population of this tribe, and most of them are children, the last adult companion, who died in the last hunt.

Morris sighed. He took out the long fork, which was a weapon found in Haixia City.

Even if there is only one person, she still has to fight for the tribe.

The shadow of light is projected through the sea water.

Morris has been hiding in the darkness. When the sea is silent, it is heavy and cold, with a strong smell of salt.

Maurice had her eyes on a fish, and she lay dormant until, as it passed, she jabbed it.

The fish was attacked and struggled, a trace of blood permeated out.

Morris pounced on it, grabbed it, and quickly sucked the blood.

The blood is not only a nutritional supplement, but more importantly, it prevents the smell of the blood from spreading. Almost at the same time, she looked around vigilantly.

The water below the surface of the sea is calm and dark.

After a while, she breathed a sigh of relief, and at this moment, a cold inner voice appeared with the fluctuation of the sea: Sure enough, I found it!

No! Maurice screamed inwardly.

Under the sea, they all developed the language of the heart.

Quickly dropping the fish and taking out the fork, there were waves in the water, but in the shadows, she was terrified. Six murlocs holding weapons appeared in front of her.

By virtue of God's gift and the taste of blood, I can find you. A murloc priest said proudly.

Just yesterday, her last partner was found in this way, and her abdomen was cut horizontally, and the internal organs dragged a bright red trail in the clean water.

It was an invitation to a banquet, the cry of death.

I am not afraid of death, but I cannot die.

Morris turned her head desperately and swam desperately. The pressure of the tumbling water made her miserable, but she didn't turn her head.

I can't die, I can't die, my tribe, only I am an adult.

She swam with all her might, fear churning in her heart, but she had no one to pray to.

Sea elves have long since lost their gods.

At this moment, there was a sharp pain in the back, and in the blink of an eye. Another pain.

Blood flooded out immediately.

In spite of everything, Morris continued to stagger forward, her mouth fluttering.

The blood continued to flow, and her movements became slower and slower.

Perhaps to her, she struggled in the dark for countless hours, but in the eyes of the murlocs, her movements became slower and slower, and in the end she just continued to swim subconsciously.

A murloc smiled grimly and held up a fork.

No, I can't die. I'm the only adult in my tribe. Although Morris' consciousness became more and more blurred, she was still aware of the situation.

No, can't die!

If I die, none of the children will live.

At this moment, a mutation was born.

The endless golden light exploded fiercely, and in just an instant, the six murlocs were violently torn apart.

Then, Anion floated into the water.

It stretched out its hand, and the sea elf's wound healed quickly, and at the same time, memories flowed into its heart.

For a moment, Anion let out a roar.

Maurice opened her eyes suddenly, and saw that the sea rolled up with the roar, and she looked at the golden creature in front of her in a trance.

An inexplicable premonition. It made her heart pound, but she dared not speak.

Just during this hesitation, this golden creature shrouded a ball of light on her body, and crossed a sea area, charging forward fearlessly.

Morris knew that the base of the murlocs was in front of them, and they occupied the ruins of the sea elves' underwater city.

The golden creature moved very fast, wherever it went, a dozen murlocs tried to intercept it, but were immediately torn to pieces.

When approaching a ruin, a water element emerged from the waves out of thin air.

This is a water elemental whale. Its form is a whale composed of water elements, but Morris has never seen such a terrifying creature. Its wide mouth can swallow a ship.

Transparent water fins appear on its back like giant sails.

This was a gift from the murloc god to the murloc, and Maurice's heart beat violently.

But all of this had no effect at all. Morris could see that a spear appeared out of nowhere in the golden creature's hand, and then threw it violently.

Boom! There was a loud noise. The water elemental whale exploded into countless fragments, each fragment screamed and writhed, trying to reassemble, but this was completely in vain, after a while, the fragments died one after another.

At this moment, another huge tentacle protruded from the bottom of the sea, and Morris's eyes opened wide. It was unbelievable that there was a terrifying marine animal in the murloc's camp—the devil octopus.

at this time. The golden creature pointed and said a short word.

The magic octopus that just crawled out let out a silent hiss, struggling desperately with its tentacles.

For a moment, the silent screaming stopped, and the tentacle dropped, dead.

The golden creature continued to move forward, and flames were born in the sea. Hundreds of murlocs were rolling in the flames. Morris heard a familiar voice. It was the leader of the murlocs, Dele, a powerful murloc. At this moment, It rolled wildly in the water, the pain drove it crazy, but the flames didn't give it time, and when the flames disappeared its body from sight, Maurice couldn't help trembling.

Moments later, Morris said with her heart: Meat is meat.

Hearing this, the golden creature turned around and stared at her with golden eyes. For a moment, fear froze Morris.

Afterwards, the flames disappeared, and new power was generated. One by one, the murlocs screamed in the water and were torn to pieces.

Maurice was bathed in a wave of *sweet*, thick and tantalizing blood.

Maurice pounced on it, inserted one hand deeply into the body of a still moving murloc, tore off a piece of fish flesh, and threw the food into her mouth.

Meat is meat, Maurice murmured between chews, oblivious to the screaming around her.

When she was full, the entire camp was silent.

Morris stood up and looked at the golden creature, although it was not very similar to herself. She has no tail or fins, but the call from her blood makes her suddenly understand everything.

It's an elf, it's an elf, and finally there is an elf who can make a god.

Grandpa who died under the shark, I'm telling you - we've got gods.

Father who died under the murlocs, let me tell you—we have gods.

Mother dying of starvation, I'm telling you - we've got God.

Comrades of the dead murlocs, let me tell you—we have gods.

Someday I will also tell my children that we have God.

Intense emotions filled her heart, making her unable to speak for a long time. After a while, she remembered a sentence that had been passed down from generation to generation ten thousand years ago, but had never been said before.

She knelt down and wiped away all the blood, with a solemn expression and a respectful and pious attitude: Sea elves, the patriarch of the 41st branch of the Fekenna clan, Maurice greets His Highness.

May we serve you from generation to generation, and may you bless us from generation to generation. At this point, tears flowed out.

A ray of golden light penetrated the blue-green water, sparkling.

Anion remained silent. In the distance, the rock below the sea level appeared in front of his eyes again. It was a hole.

The moss covered the entrance of the cave, twenty-three sea elves are waiting silently, waiting for the return of Maurice, she is their all hope.

God's eyes could see that they were very hungry, but they kept silent.

Wait, or die.

After a moment of silence, Anion slowly showed a smile on his face, and it said: My name is Anion, spirit of the sea, I am your Lord, your God, I will protect you, I will Take you to my kingdom.

After finishing speaking, a golden light flashed, and the twenty-three sea elf larvae that were originally in the cave suddenly appeared here.

The sea elf larva first looked around vigilantly, and after a while, saw Morris.

Morris worshiped again: Thank you, Your Highness Anion, my God.

Then, he greeted the sea elf larvae.

The sea elf larvae obeyed the order and rushed forward one after another. The murloc corpse was hideous and its internal organs were floating, but they ignored them all, desperately tearing off the fish meat and gobbling it up.

Anion looked at these and smiled.

In Anion's eyes, he could see that there was a huge black air behind him, which condensed the shadows of countless elves, old and young, men and women, most of them were violent victims.

Compared with Ezka's savings back then, it was only a quarter, and the rest was consumed in the battle against the Lord of Radiance.

Their shapes are horrible, their shadows are distorted, and they shout: My Lord, My Lord, kill all human beings!

This countless darkness is the combination of all the prayers and resentful souls of the elves for tens of thousands of years. As long as it is digested, the godhead of the elves can be condensed—because this is the last wish of countless elves.

But at this time, a quarter of the current black air, the resentful souls of countless sea elves, have stopped shouting, and they are watching the twenty-three small sea elves larvae to eat.

Gradually, tears also emerged from them, and the twisted soul gradually calmed down, showered in Anion's holy light.

The incredible power was gradually assimilated by the Holy Light, purified, and absorbed.

This is not the first one, nor the last one, but now, the tears and devotion of the sea elf in front of me, and the twenty-three sea elf larvae in front of me, it means that the sea elves, 100% Seventy tribes have been concentrated.

One of the four great elves, the sea elf returns.

If the sea elf's divinity wanted to be condensed, it could only be in Anion's thought. (!)