Mie Shiwen's male protagonist can read minds [Quick Transmigration]

The forest of elves has entered the highest state of readiness.

Before this, there has never been a race that can make optimistic elves feel such urgency, but for those elf elders, what is more in their hearts is the slightest despair of not being able to protect the precious existence.

The non-stop patrol team at the edge of the forest, the tense atmosphere in the clan, the determination on the face of the young elves...

All these made the young elves feel a little panic when they were ignorant.

"Senior, is the war going to affect the elves?"

When the elves surrounded Senior again, they anxiously and directly asked the fact that the old elf had not concealed it.

Senior pulled out a bitter smile, looked at the delicate and lovely faces in front of him, and nodded slightly: "Yes."

They were too young, those elves didn't know how to tell them the cruel truth, but they never concealed the fact, they could only protect them in the most silent way.

The elves finally got an affirmative answer, their eyes were red instantly, and they were about to cry out of anxiety.

"Why did they start the war?"

"Will blood pollute the purity of the elf forest?"

"Will all the brothers die?"

One question after another surrounded Senior, but it didn't bring him much joy like in the past, but a bitter smile.

The elves don't understand why there are wars outside. Obviously, a peaceful life is already very satisfying, and what else must be obtained through war.

Innocent, kind, pure.

The most beautiful vocabulary in humans has been perfectly reflected in these young elves.

But at this time, what appeared in Senior's mind was not the sunlight falling from the elf forest, but the blood color flowing into streams in the dark.

The blood started from under the clansmen, and continued to flow without stopping. In the middle, there was a scene of blood splashing on the wrist, and finally flowed towards the forest of elves. The silent ink left a mark in Senior's consciousness deep impression.

No one can escape.

The extremely thin divine blood in Senior's body lost its last divinity, blended with this human blood, and turned into the most common blood of the human race. Known true heritage.

In the dark, the price has been paid, and Senior has obtained the last oracle of mankind.

No one can escape.

It was a catastrophe.

Senior recovered from his dazed state, he didn't know what he just lost, and he didn't know what he got.

He just kept repeating that sentence in a low voice and unconsciously.

"What are you talking about, Senior?"

The crisp voice brought back Senior's sanity, and he quickly said that sentence in a strange tone, but his expression seemed to be in a trance.

"No one can escape."

His own words fell on his ears, and the unfamiliar yet familiar tone completely woke Senior up. He shuddered, and couldn't help hugging the elf who was close in front of him. The temperature on the elf's body dispelled the sudden chill.

"What are you running away from? What was Senior talking about just now?"

Chen pushed Senior in disgust, but couldn't hide his curiosity.

Senior let go, shook his head and said nothing.

He really doesn't know.

But the uneasiness was several times stronger than before, lingering in his heart and making him brood.

……

When the horn is sounded, even in the state of preparation for battle, it still gives people a feeling of trance.

too fast!

The other party came too fast!

War and blood came too suddenly.

When the first elf fell, there were still many races that hadn’t recovered. All the rationality in their minds seemed to disappear with the blood spurting from the elf’s chest. They watched the elf fall almost numbly. Looking at the stunning beauty that appeared like a flash of light on the face of the elf, but the moment of defeat turned into green leaves together with the corpse and was blown away by the wind.

Except for the pool of blood on the ground, which was dazzling red, this was the only place where others could see that the elves were no different from other races.

Their blood is red.

It doesn't look any different.

Sad or something, even before it was too late, I was frightened by the things that entered my mind and trembled.

On top of the dark black knight is a magic dragon that can only be found in the abyss. Its wings cover the sky that is already dark. The magic dragon has a very strong bloody smell. As far as the existence of the human being is concerned, this bloody smell is like a net sprinkled from the sky, and the bloody smell in the nose is the destiny of the future.

Doomed to death.

All life offline is a prisoner.

"No one can escape."

Senior, who was standing on the outskirts of the Elven Forest, suddenly felt hopeless, and when he was in a trance, this somewhat vague sentence seemed to be engraved in his mind, no matter how much he wanted to forget it at this time.

Right in front of the elf forest is the black knight with no end in sight. The speed of the enemy is faster than expected by all races.

But no one thought that the human being who cast a shadow over the entire continent would come in person.

"They are believers of the Dark God, this is a group of demons!!!"

Senior came back to his senses in the sudden angry scolding of the elf in his ears. He didn't move for a long time, looking at the ugly dragon in the sky and looking down on the ground indifferently, his eyes were dry.

And the existence above is also the master who controls this monster, he can't see it, and he doesn't dare to look at it.

Human beings who can bow down such monsters from the abyss of hell can no longer be called human beings.

It's not a human being, nor is it a real demon. In the end, it can only be called a monster.

This kind of power representing taboo is a catastrophe that no one can escape.

But, obviously...

Under the light, taboos are hard to survive.

Who gave birth to such a monster?

Almost at the same time, the sane races were all thinking about the same question. Even in this crushing strength, the scythe of death would hit their necks in the next second. This doubt still took root like a demon. in their heads.

When the forest of elves was stained with the blood of the first elf, the source of the elves in the land of the elves trembled, and the fallen leaves covered the surface of the holy spring of life like tears.

And the god sleeping on the hammock did not escape the mourning of the fallen leaves like tears. The long hair hanging on the hammock had fallen two or three leaves, and the stunning face was also covered by a few leaves. Seeing the whole picture, only a few shimmering beauties can be seen through the gaps.

Such a huge momentum did not wake up the sleeping gods, but it alarmed the elves guarding outside the mother source.

The great elder of the elves suddenly raised his head to look at Ma Yuan, and after realizing what this meant, tears suddenly appeared in his eyes.

The faces of the elves who stayed with him outside the source of the mother became heavy, and the original quiet atmosphere became solemn. Even though each of them maintained a calm face, their tense muscles could not deceive anyone.

Elves die, not of long life, but of being reaped by the scythe of their enemies.

Even among those elves, some were just barely reaching adulthood.

In the eyes of outsiders, the elves are a kind-hearted race, but the lack of the bond that originated from instinct at the time of birth still affected them after all.

This kind of influence may never be noticed by the outsiders, because the kindness of the elves has been enough in their opinion, and only the elves themselves will know the indifference behind the gentleness.

Light is belief, kindness is cognition, so what are they pursuing with their lives?

In a dazed subconscious, the elves valued their companions and diverted the emotion of not knowing how to give.

Aurora took a deep breath. Although he was sad for the lost elves, the existence more important than their lives was behind him now.

No matter what, don't waver!

The sad atmosphere outside the mother's source became more firm in an instant, and their strong beliefs supported them to stick to their feet.

The falling leaves in the mother source seem to have no tendency to stop. No matter how to avoid it, there are still a lot of piles on the hammock.

On the vines weaving the hammock, the white fingertips that had been hanging down trembled slightly, and soon became silent again.

……

The battle situation in the Spirit Forest is completely one-sided.

Without the blessing of light, the racial talent of the elves is useless in the face of the dark power with devouring attributes.

In this kind of battle, it is difficult for the diverse ethnic groups not to feel hopeless. The weakness of the will affects the performance of the body almost instantly, and the strength of the hands is weakened, but the iron cavalry of the empire is approaching the forest of elves step by step. .

The forest of elves, which no one dared to invade for thousands of years, is losing its defense step by step. This kind of cognition makes some elves red-eyed, and they rush forward regardless of the consequences. The loss of their homeland stimulates them more than anything.

The sudden outbreak of fighting spirit also made others grit their teeth, but when they retreated, they left more leeway to these elves.

Theodore stood on the back of the dragon, red light flickered in his slightly squinted eyes, he turned his head bored looking at the undoubted result below, and turned to look at the center of the elf forest. A little unknown light flashed across the bottom of his eyes.

The strength that the elves can show, there are not many elves in the periphery, and the only thing that can make them give up the defense of the elf forest is the center of the elves, which has never been entered by outsiders.

He originally thought that the so-called god would leave a lot of support for this race most favored by the gods, but now it seems that there is nothing special about it.

Theodore's lazily raised brows and eyes suddenly added a touch of tyranny, and he became impatient with the battle situation below.

Unexpectedly, they may not be merciful to their own compatriots, but they will start to show some leeway when facing a foreign race.

The road from the outer edge of the elf forest to the inside is a road completely paved with blood and flesh. Compared with death, there are more disabled people.

"Quick fight."

The icy voice mixed with impatience, smashing head-on like ice cubes, made the black knights shudder, and the speed in their hands was much faster in an instant.

And the vibration of the dragon's wings began to increase, and the black knights who looked like demons in the eyes of all the victims, their faces hidden behind the armor, without exception, began to turn white.

Only the black knights who have been trained by the king's hands know that they have to be faster before the dragon reaches the center!

The author has something to say:

The exam is over!Waiting hard, bowing heavily!

I will work harder this month