Chapter 387 Gift

"Half-elf?" Thor refused with difficulty, "I can't give it to you."

The consciousness in the black space once asked Thor to take Kongsha out and hand her over to the half-elf. Unexpectedly, the half-elf actually took the initiative to enter the valley at this moment.

"Don't worry, I will take him out. Unlike you ordinary people, I can never get out after entering the valley."

Thor was stunned for a moment, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed to be true.

From the information he just got, this Elf Valley is like a filter, the outermost layer of lock that imprisons the elves.

The wizard could still enter and exit the mesh with difficulty, but the elf could only enter and could not exit.

Although the one in front of him is a half-elf, unless he can shed half of his elven blood, he will have to waste the rest of his life here.

But despite this, Thor couldn't just give him the head of the Elf King.

The half-elf obviously understood Thor's concerns. He thought for a moment and said, "If I say I want to destroy it, you won't believe me easily, right? This way, you take it, and I can destroy it without touching it. After that, you can dispose of the remains as you wish, and it's no problem to take it out of the valley."

"How can I be sure that you actually destroyed it?"

The half-elf was not angry at Thor's several questions. "Some things are like the sun. Even if it is covered with dark clouds, you will still know it is behind the dark clouds."

Thor lowered his eyes and looked at the head in his hand.

It's strange that the Elf King is not as good-looking as the Half-Elf.

Is it true that mixed blood creates miracles?

"Can I ask why you want to destroy it?"

"Didn't you want to destroy it just now?" The half-elf stepped towards Thor, but stopped three meters away from him.

"This distance is enough." The snowflakes floating around him became denser and denser. "Since you want to destroy it, you should have understood its danger, right?"

"Although life is hard, I like this world very much. The return of the elves will definitely bring irreversible pollution to this world. In addition... the world will inevitably be destroyed."

Thor looked at the half-elf with a serious expression. What was the word he just left out? Could it be "sunken"?

"Although this is our first meeting... I am willing to trust you." Thor stretched out his arms and placed the Elf King's head on the carpet in front of him. "Please."

Seeing Thor being so straightforward, the half-elf was stunned. After coming to his senses, he actually asked Thor: "Are you Thor?"

"How do you know me?"

"When I came in, Gorza told me to send you out before I died." The half-elf clapped his hands lightly, "When I came in, I met a wizard apprentice. I asked him if he was Thor. He said yes. So I sent him out."

Thor immediately guessed that it must be Mark who had escaped.

Unexpectedly, he, who tried to kill Monroe and Herman halfway, was lucky enough to leave early because of the half-elf.

Thor smiled slightly, "Teacher Gorza... still cares about me."

Looking at Thor's slightly cold smile, the half-elf added, "Some things may look similar, but they may not be what you think."

Thor suppressed the smile on his face. In front of this half-elf, he didn't know why he revealed his true emotions.

"That's what I said, but the understanding can be turned around in many ways, and in the end, I still don't know anything."

He calmed himself down and replied.

The half-elf said nothing more, but raised his hands, and his ten fingers turned into colorful light and shadows.

Then he waved at the Elf King's head on the carpet, and a colorful silk thread was pulled out from the top of the Elf King's head by an invisible force.

Thor watched quietly, without making any sound or disturbing the half-elf.

He could see that as the colorful silk thread was pulled away bit by bit, the originally beautiful face gradually changed its appearance.

She changed from an image of a black-haired woman that was very much in line with Thor's aesthetic to a neutral beauty with silver hair.

She is also very beautiful, but her facial features are completely different from before.

The colored thread came into the half-elf's hands, and he continued to pull.

More and more threads were pulled out, and the beautiful head underwent further changes.

It began to become shriveled, old and lifeless.

Finally, as the tail end of the thread left the head and entered the palm of the half-elf, the head became completely dim.

It's dead.

Thor sensed this clearly.

Thick frost began to condense on the body of the half-elf holding the silk thread, and his color was also fading, retreating little by little into the palm of his hand.

Thor opened his mouth as he watched the half-elf lose all color and beauty, transforming into a pale humanoid.

It was actually very similar to those strange humanoid figures in the forest! But he didn't have the illusion of those strange humanoid figures.

He is real.

Perhaps this was the blessing his other half of human blood had given him? Finally, the colors gathered completely at his fingertips, forming a constantly changing sphere.

"We can take the head away. Although it no longer has the spiritual power to support it, it is still a good material for witchcraft. It has a strong tolerance and is suitable for various transformations."

Thor bent down, touched the shriveled head with his fingertips, and easily put it into the compressed bag.

"Thanks."

The half-elf nodded, accepting Thor's thanks.

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Then he held the colorful ball of light and approached the pure white throne step by step.

Thor automatically stepped aside, and for some reason a feeling of sadness welled up in his heart.

The diary gave no warning, and it was clear that the half-elf was truly taking his death in stride.

The half-elf walked to the white throne and knelt on one knee.

His movements hesitated for a moment, but he finally slowly and firmly handed the colorful ball to the woven painting.

The next moment, the seemingly ordinary woven painting suddenly generated a suction force, sucking all the colorful balls into the painting.

Then the half-elf fell helplessly beneath the throne.

The ice crystals on his body began to fade away, and the snowflakes floating in the room also disappeared, as if the magical power began to collapse, everything returned to normal, everything returned to peace.

He turned his head to look at Thor and finally smiled for the first time since they met.

"Fortunately, I can still use the power of the throne to send you out, otherwise I would have to break my promise."

Seeing the half-elf struggling to climb up to the throne, Suodao stepped forward and wanted to help him up, but the other party shook his head and refused.

"Are my eyes on you?"

Thor thought of the Eye of Exile that he had just obtained and nodded.

The half-elf had climbed up onto the throne by now and sat down, and for a moment he seemed to have regained some of his strength.

He said to Thor in a serious tone, "The Forest of Four Seasons is only one of the settlements of the elves. Elves once lived in other places. No matter when or where, do not respond to the elves' requests."

Thor nodded, "I know."

The half-elf closed his eyes and said, "Okay, I'll take you out now and give you everything I don't need."

The next second, countless snowflakes suddenly surged under Thor's feet, directly blocking his vision.

In the last moment when his vision was blocked, Thor saw the half-elf's pale body rotting rapidly.

When the snowflakes cleared, Thor found himself still standing in the forest where he met Mark on the first day.

He failed to bring back the four containers lost in the Elf Valley, but he gained a lot from this trip.

Because when he was leaving the valley, he realized what the half-elf had given him. The half-elf had given all the remaining pure magic power in him to Thor! Thor didn't know how he did it.

After all, in this world, magic power is not like internal energy that can be passed around.

Now Thor's magic power is very close to the minimum requirement for a formal wizard! He only needs to concentrate on further study for a year or two... and he can be promoted to a formal wizard!

Thor looked back into the depths of the forest.

"Thank you, half-elf who doesn't even have a name."

(End of this chapter)