Elven Reaper

"This is not a dream," Akto said.

Haianna gave him a gentle hug: "This is not a dream. I'm sorry for Akto. This is a cruel reality."

"I'm sorry. As the Elf Queen, I failed to protect my people. I should repent to every one of my people."

Akto saw Aria being surrounded by a group of elves from a distance.

These elves were apologizing to her and greeting her.

Ignorance aside, most elves are indeed kind and friendly from the bottom of their hearts.

Akto recalled that just a few days ago, Bran and Kuran were still pestering him to tell stories.

He also saw Aria and Peter, a boy and girl who had just begun to fall in love, enjoying the shyness and joy of their youth.

He even felt that before Bran was killed, he should have thought that the Monkey King would come to protect his safety.

Because like many children of this age, Monkey King has become the idol in Bran and Kulan's mind.

Akto's tears welled up in his eyes like spring water, but he stubbornly turned his head to the side, trying his best to prevent Haianna from seeing him cry.

"Haiana, I want to go up and take a look. Do you want to come with us?" Akto said.

Haianna nodded.

A row of fireballs rising into the sky illuminated the path up to the mountain pass.

This is the third time Akto has set foot on this trail.

The first time was stealing elf fruits.

The second time was last night, a fierce battle with four holy light wolves.

That night, almost half of the elves in the Elf Forest appeared at the top of the mountain, and the remaining half were the old, weak, sick and pregnant elves, or the elves who wanted to stay to take care of these old, weak, sick and pregnant elves.

On the hillside, Kenneth and other elders, as well as the tree cave guards Oak and Armen, stood there blankly with pale faces.

On the ground was soft soil soaked in blood, with a pile of sticky scraps of clothes piled on top.

There is also Peter, the young elf archer. His internal organs, skin and flesh have been licked clean by the Holy Light Wolf, and there are still coagulated plasma and scraps of meat on his slender frame.

In addition, the bodies of the three Holy Light wolves were already stiff and lying on the ground.

Kenneth's old face was pale, he shook his head and murmured: "No, this is not true. The Holy Light Wolf clan has been in the Forest of Elves for a hundred and ten years, and nothing like this has ever happened before."

Gnitis and other elders behind him were also silent.

There were two tears on Messiah's face, and his eyes were still red.

After hearing what Kenneth said, she shook her head helplessly and said with a smile: "Elder Kenneth, all the messy things are your friends, but little Bran and little Peter are your enemies, aren't they?"

If it were in the past, the elves would have shown more or less fear, disgust, contempt or anger towards the appearance of Messiah, and in short they would have walked around Messiah.

But tonight, with the bloody corpses of their two elves displayed in front of them, the vicious legends and ugly appearance of Messiah were a bit out of place.

What's more, they just saw Messiah squatting on the ground, looking at the corpses of Bran and Peter, secretly wiping tears, looking very sad and not pretending.

Akto walked in stride, feeling that there was nothing wrong with his body.

He didn't have too many doubts, because the elves had many life-type magicians. Even if he suffered life-threatening injuries, high-level life-type magicians could make him recover as before in a short time.

This should be the injury Haianna found to be healed by the life elf magician.

"Elder Kenneth, you said this is not true," Akto asked with a sneer.

He walked over to the Holy Light Wolf that had been stabbed to death by a hunting knife, bent down and pulled out the hunting knife, then sawed open the abdomen of the wolf corpse.

When the wolf's belly opened, a strong smell of blood came out, and the contents inside flowed out in a semi-fluid state.

Akto took a handful of the greasy and bloody semi-fluid with both hands.

These semi-liquids are apparently composed of offal, minced meat, liver and intestines, mixed with blood.

"Bran" Akto's heart felt cramped again, and tears the size of soybeans flowed from his eyes.

He wiped the tears on his shoulders, took a deep breath, stared at Kenneth, and said with a sneer: "Elder Kenneth, do you think that Bran got tired of living and forced himself into the hole after being chopped into pieces by himself?" Entered into the bellies of these Holy Light Wolves."

Kenneth and other elders all squinted their eyes and leaned back slightly, not daring to look at them.

Arman, the guard of the tree cave, suddenly covered his mouth and vomited out with a "vomit" sound: "Goddess of nature, the eyes of the elves should always see pure and beautiful things, and should not see these dirty and bloody things." s things"

Akto stared at him with squinted eyes, murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

"Tree hole guard Arman," Akto walked towards Arman, "As far as I know, you and the other tree hole guard Oak are both level eight masters."

Akto had already walked into several elders, and the elders automatically made way for him.

Akto faced Arman, who was standing behind the elders, and said, "Look into my eyes, eighth-level elf water mage, Arman."

Akto's voice was very calm, and his own cultivation strength was truly at the bottom among the elves.

But at this moment, the surrounding elves felt that Akto was like a god of death, and his calmness suppressed the raging anger.

This momentum made all the elves look at each other in confusion, and the whole place fell silent for an instant.

"But," Akto then gritted his teeth and said, "But, in front of the tree hole, you watched my younger brothers and sisters being snatched away by the Holy Light Wolf. I guess you must have refuted my sister Alia, Let the Holy Light Wolf come back next time, right?"

Arman shook his head: "No, the Holy Light Wolf at that time was cute and docile. No one would ever believe that what Aaliya said was true."

"So you refused the helpless pleas of the three children and allowed them to be snatched away by the Holy Light Wolf. You also looked kindly to the murderer and spoke ill of your own people, right?" Akto's voice was trembling.

"I beg you, don't come here to vomit." Arman avoided Akto's eyes and vomited in his mouth at the same time.

Akto stretched out his hand and grabbed Arman's hair neatly, forcing him to look at the thick bloody semi-liquid on his hand.

"You pride yourself on being pure and beautiful. Are my brother and Peter dirty and sinful? Or in your eyes, stupid bystanders are pure and beautiful, and helpless victims are dirty. "Dirty and sinful" Akto held Arman's light brown hair tightly, and the plasma on his hand squeezed out from between the hair strands and the palm of his hand.

In fact, with Arman's strength as an eighth-level magician, he could subdue or even kill Akto with just a single spell.

But he was forced to do so by Akto, and now he was in a state of confusion. Let alone counterattack, he might have even forgotten that he knew magic.