Chapter 70 Heart

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Magical elements are everywhere in the field of vision.

High in the sky, the old monster who had been stationed on the Boulder City for who knows how many years also raised his drooping eyelids and gazed into the distance.

In the distance, there is a desolate land with almost no sense of life.

Above the clouds on the mountain top, the climate is extremely cold.

The woman had a sword on her waist and wore a snow-white mask that blurred her facial features. She faced the Elf King from a distance.

As she moved her thumb, the long sword came out half an inch from its sheath, and the sword's light illuminated the sky and the earth for a moment.

At the same time, the Elf King transformed his magic into an arrow and shot an arrow.

The woman opposite merely raised her bare hands slightly, using the condensed cold air as a barrier.

The arrows and the barrier restrained the friction, and in an instant the wind and clouds rolled up, and the sky and the earth changed color.

However, this is just a start, and it doesn't even incorporate much magic power.

The first time they attacked, both sides were just testing the waters.

The extreme whiteness blinded the Elf King for a moment, and even the ends of his platinum-colored hair were coated with a layer of frost. His constantly gathering green spots of light eliminated this deprivation.

Looking coldly at the woman opposite him, the Elf King suddenly uttered three unexpected words:

"Who are you."

There was a strange sense of time contradiction in the woman's body, as if she was strong and weak at the same time. This was an extremely powerful person, but this was definitely not the aura that a saint should have.

The voice that answered him was very gentle.

"You only asked to duel with the Saint, and the Holy See did not break its promise."

While speaking, his brows frowned inadvertently.

When the other party asked who he was, his other hand was still fiddling with something at his waist. Although it was only for a moment, it revealed a bit of carelessness in the duel.

The signal was different from ordinary magic power. The woman immediately chanted a spell and began to set up additional barriers.

The edges and corners of every snowflake in the air are infused with magic power, and the entire world forms a transparent cage, just like an early firewall, except that it only blocks the signal source.

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Thousands of miles of ice.

On the main road between the Exiled Land and Boulder City, reporter Barry was relying on special magic tools provided by the dragon clan to conceal his aura.

Although they were far enough away, due to their lack of equipment, they still faced the risk of being discovered by the spiritual sense of a powerful person.

The terminal beeped.

War correspondent Barry took it out nervously.

[Elf King: (Smiles)]

Barry took a breath.

His Highness Iliad had told him that if he received a smiling expression from the Elf King, he should choose the first version of the press release.

Knowing that it was impossible for reporters to watch the actual battle, Luke had already predicted the general direction in advance and asked Barry to read the press release at the appropriate time in combination with the fighting special effects in the sky.

After adjusting the equipment, Barry anxiously waited for the connection.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, the connection was connected.

The temperature was too low, so Barry held his breath and tried his best to control his voice: "Hello, audience friends."

Barry took a deep breath when he accidentally discovered that he could see the number of people online below.

Two hundred million.

If we count the number of terminals in Internet cafes, doesn’t it mean that as long as there are terminals, everyone is online!

"I am now less than 600 kilometers away from the battle site in the Land of Exile. You can see that the entire area has turned white because of the battle..."

The actual number of views was dozens of times more than what Barry saw.

The number of customers at the entrance of the Internet cafe is like the snow on the vast snowfield, almost a group of people surrounding one terminal.

"Today's Headlines" has actually been on the air for ten minutes.

The previous few news items were still about the dispute between Lord Hongrong and Prince Norton, followed by the adjustment of policies in some regions of Demon Realm this year.

Some viewers were so disappointed that they were ready to leave.

When the remaining audience was hesitating whether to wait any longer, the demon host suddenly made a connection.

It really exists! It actually exists! !

The audience was barely breathing heavily when Barry, after a brief introduction, went straight to the point.

"The duel started ten minutes ago. The latest news is that both sides accepted the challenge as promised. But just now, I heard a special sword sound! It seems to be the Mirror Sword."

The Sword of Mirror is the famous sword worn by the most outstanding saint in the history of the Holy Court. Legend has it that when the sword is drawn, it can reflect the sky and the earth.

The blue sky will become a transparent mirror.

"What, Mirror Sword?!"

How is this possible?

Most of the audience stood up regardless of time and place.

The princes and crown princes of the demon clan never took their eyes off the news. Even Princess Mary, who regarded Luke as a plague, specifically ordered her subordinates to find the terminal beforehand.

"Mirror Sword..." Princess Mary smiled uncertainly after hearing this: "That damn woman is really scheming again."

The sword of the saint of this generation is obviously the Sword of Yao. The sword has a spirit. When fighting a life-and-death duel, no normal person would easily change the sword.

She almost immediately thought of a possibility.

This may also come to the mind of some big people——

This saint is not that saint.

It is no secret that under the Tree of Life, there is one of the most outstanding saints in the history of the Holy Court sealed away.

As they are both saints, it is not a breach of contract for her to fight in the war on her behalf. It couldn't be more profitable to use a peerless strong man who was supposed to be dying in exchange for the serious injury or tragic death of the king of a clan.

Once the Elf King dies, the Holy See can seize the opportunity to attack the elves in one fell swoop.

They were just skeptical, but Dylan, who had just returned to the human realm with the exchange group, was almost certain.

She had recently told Luke in person about the powerful being sealed under the Tree of Life. This was also an absolute trump card for the Holy Court to check and balance the saints.

"How long has it been?"

The other party can then retaliate with precision.

Dylan turned around and his shoulders began to tremble slightly again, revealing his signature smile. At this rate, Lujia could soon open a page in the inscription book and add himself in.

Civilians do not have enough information on a daily basis, so their reactions are naturally slower than those of these conspirators.

But they soon realized something, their heads buzzed and their eyes were almost glued to the screen.

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As the number of viewers in the live news broadcast room exploded, the sky over the Exiled Land grew brighter.

The sword shone brightly, without any sign of night falling.

In just a few rounds, sword and magic, spells and occlusion, death and life were intertwined.

The green spots of light rising up around the Elf King were like surging forests, constantly flattening and swallowing up the white color.

Below the woman was the top of a mountain, floating like a fairy, waving her sword to fight.

The extreme cold and the green light of life devoured each other in mid-air, and the Elf King was forced back three points by the cold.

"Your strength is unrivaled in any era." The woman cast a spell calmly: "It's a pity that you met me."

It wasn't that her strength absolutely suppressed the opponent, but the last burst of energy after the seal was lifted, which allowed her to attack without any scruples.

Forbidden spells that hurt the enemy by a thousand and hurt oneself by eight hundred are even more powerful weapons in her hands.

The woman said in a tone of indifference and compassion: "But you will only know more about the inside story when you go to the grave."

As long as she can trap the target in the time-stopping formation and make him unable to move for three seconds, she can self-destruct.

It feels pretty good to be able to bring the leader of a clan to be buried with me.

"My soul will follow the tree of life forever."

The woman's lips slightly lifted.

However, at this moment, the Elf King shook his head: "If the Holy Court doesn't follow the rules, then I don't have to follow them either."

His overly calm expression gave the woman an inexplicable bad feeling.

"Thanks to a dear friend, I have never fought a battle so well prepared."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned his palm.

All kinds of strange objects suddenly appeared in the air.

Jade pendants, stones, treasure necklaces... all kinds of things gathered like a small mountain.

Not a weapon.

The woman made a quick judgment that there were totems on the jade pendant stone, and it looked more like some kind of token of trust.

Just as she was observing vigilantly, different auras emanated from these debris, each one stronger than the last, followed by the roars of dragons, the howls of tigers, and the neighing of centaurs, all combining into one to form an unprecedented majestic momentum.

Figures rose up like green smoke, and the terrifying pressure that erupted was felt even by the Stone City thousands of miles away.

The brown mist first transformed into a human form. He was wearing a black robe, carrying a bow and arrow, with a stern face and coldness flowing between his eyebrows.

Then more smoke materialized.

The figure next to the archer looked much more simple. He didn't have any weapons in his hands, but the horns on his forehead were extremely sharp.

The person next to him wore a crown and looked elegant and graceful, seemingly the king of some alien race.

Behind them, nearly a hundred figures appeared one after another.

"Dark elves, orc king..."

The woman identified several identities.

No, to be precise, it was the former dark elves and orc kings. This was their ancestral soul, as well as the centaurs, abyss beasts, sea monsters, and vampires... Seeing to the end, the woman directly lifted up her cloak to make sure she was not mistaken.

How come there are even griffins? !

Some old acquaintances of the same generation on the field began to greet each other.

"You beast are here too! Garen, we've fought for a lifetime, but I never thought our next meeting would be like this."

"Alas, unworthy descendant, Shixue Ranxiang told me that he wanted to exchange me for some 1% of the network construction dividends."

"Haha, I'm 1.5 percent."

"Depend on!"

"Why is there still a siren over there? It feels like it just died not long ago."

"Hello, seniors. My clan is relatively weak. A soul can only be preserved for 200 years, so we are in the self-destruction group. Come on, the self-destruction group, gather here!"

The griffins, the mermen, the giant lizards and others found the organization and all came together.

The scene was so noisy that it looked like a tea party.

"I was invited by the Saint himself, and he promised to help my tribe in times of crisis in the future."

"It seems that the price that other self-destruction groups negotiated is 3,000 magic stones per square meter of explosion."

The Elf King stood quietly by.

Most of the ancestors or powerful figures of different races will leave a wisp of their soul to protect the clan.

As long as the benefits are sufficient, even the dark elves who are at odds with the light elves can exchange for the ancestor!

In the sky, there were all kinds of ancestral groups, and their auras were connected enough to circle the mountainside three and a half times. The coldness between heaven and earth seemed less cold because of this vast darkness.

The woman standing opposite was isolated and alone, and she actually looked a little lonely and weak.

The real life is more bitter than coptis chinensis.

The Elf King added: "My dear friend named this plan 'Come Out, Ancestor.'"

At the network construction conference, Luke directly asked each tribe for some terrifying weapon.

In fact, this destructive weapon refers to the spiritual consciousness left by the ancestors of each tribe. He wants to use the souls of the dead to overturn a major trump card of the Holy Court.

A group of powerful dead people were chatting freely.

Anyway, they have already said goodbye to the mainland, and they can take a last look at the world in this way. I have to say, they are still very excited.

There was only one person present who did not feel excited at all.

The woman who had been confident of victory finally reacted and looked at the Elf King fiercely: "You are cheating!"

The Holy Court merely replaced some personnel, but the other side brought one hundred and eight ancestors.

Is this reasonable? !

There were more than a hundred wisps of spiritual consciousness blocking the way ahead, and the Elf King retreated leisurely to stand in the air tens of thousands of meters away.

One feather robe after another was put on.

If Luke was piled up like an iron tower with layers of armor when he was attacked, then the Elf King today is like wrapped in a quilt.

Without any delay, the self-destruct unit composed of thirteen spiritual consciousnesses took the lead in launching an attack, forming a huge encirclement.

The woman looked around and saw the faces of her eighteen generations of ancestors everywhere.

There are also those that come from the soil.

“Hehehe…”

Spiritual consciousness is a consumable item. He is even less afraid of death than her and even laughed during the explosion.

"It feels good to be able to bring a former peerless strong man to be buried with me."

The lines coming out from underground are the same old story in a different form.

The mountains nearby were collapsing and the ground was cracking. The woman could only swing her sword to create waves of swords to resist the power of the explosion.

The devilish sound pierced her ears, but the woman managed to resist it.

But she is not proud!

The originally snow-white cloak was blown up by the hurricane and turned into a withered yellow color. His arm was injured and even a gap appeared on the sword.

The Elf King on the opposite side only had slightly dirty clothes.

There was obvious anger in the woman's beautiful, calm eyes.

"Asshole!"

The Elf King remained indifferent, as he determined that the aura of decay emanating from the other party was beginning to grow stronger.

After the self-destruction group, the offensive group launched another seamless attack.

The first generation Dark Elf King and the Orc Ancestor are the real top fighting force, leading nearly a hundred spiritual consciousnesses to use their strengths.

Everyone has different movements and is good at both close combat and long-range combat.

The sword in the woman's hand flashed with waves, infinitely amplifying the sword's magic resistance.

"You elves are so treacherous, using your numbers to fight against the few. One day, my Holy Court will crush you elves and flood the island with blood."

Halfway through her harsh words, her eyes suddenly moved.

A golden arrow came flying through the air.

The Elf King said calmly: "This is called fighting with the majority against the minority."

Previously, he just watched the fire from the other side, which was really too much of a concession for the other party.

The mirror in the sky was broken, just like cracks appearing on floating ice in the lake. It was only a matter of time before it actually shattered.

Barry, a reporter hundreds of miles away, risked his life and advanced fifty kilometers.

"The roar of the orcs, the singing of the mermen, the unique fiery impact of the centaurs..."

It's clearly magic from a different race.

"Everything is consistent with what His Majesty Iliad predicted."

Barry waited patiently. According to His Highness, no matter how important the event was, "Today's News" could not report only one thing a day.

So this news live broadcast will be connected twice in total. The last connection has ended and there is still a quarter of an hour before the next one.

The terminal floating in the air had been aligned at the correct angle, and a quarter of an hour later, the connection was opened again on time.

"Hello, audience friends."

Barry's broadcasting became more and more professional, and his expression and slightly increased speed made the audience nervous.

"The battle situation has changed again!"

"The Dark Elf King, the Orc King and many other powerful magicians have come to help. I believe that everyone in front of the screen should still be able to hear the iconic beast roars that have not yet dissipated..."

These two sentences stunned the audiences of all ethnic groups who were watching the news.

“…It must be fake.”

How is it possible that the two races that are most hostile to the elves would go to help?

It's too outrageous, and I lose confidence when I doubt it.

Some viewers who knew the high-level dark elves and the orc king sent messages to verify the news.

In fact, the two tribes were also shocked. Their kings received an invitation to attend a meeting in the Demon Realm a few days ago. Why would they go to help the Elf King in a duel?

Since the king is not among the tribe at the moment, no one can give the exact answer.

In just a short while, the community news was refreshed like crazy.

[Nine times out of ten it’s true!] Until now, I haven’t seen a single dark elf jump out to refute! 】

[The news said 'and many others', so are there others to help? 】

[Urgent, urgent, urgent, seek the truth.] 】

【impossible! Absolutely impossible! If there really are so many peerless powerful people, their aura cannot be hidden, and the Saint will discover it before arriving at the duel arena. 】

Barry is still reporting from the front: "The secret behind the arrival of the helpers is actually——"

The audience in front of the screen even forgot to breathe.

One second, two seconds, three seconds... the picture remained still.

It's not the reporter who's keeping the secret, it's the lag.

There are too many online viewers, and the community’s official account is flooded with messages every second. There are countless netizens posting updates at the same time.

In some places far away from the Wisdom Tree, the signal will inevitably become weaker.

The reporter kept his mouth open, but in the center of the screen, a little Q-man with a sinister smile appeared, pushing a heavy stone slowly forward.

Three words scrolled around the stone: Loading.

Netizens noticed that the little man in the center of the screen looked more and more familiar: "Wait, isn't this the fake young master in the movie?"

It is obvious that the painting was based on the fake young master.

"Damn, he was the one who stole the fire in "Ghost Journey"!"

Lujia has been very busy recently and has not had much time to study the magic architecture, so the platform has only added a simple little animation.

When stuck, the image evolved from the quill pen will replace the daily loading symbol and act as a perfect roadblock.

The ghost of the feather pen is still there, and the audience’s resentment is skyrocketing!

Murderous intent, frustration... a huge amount of resentment surged up, and the desire to rush into the screen and beat up the villain was surging.

Having just found a place to stay in the Stone City not long ago, Quill raised an eyebrow: "Where do you get so much spiritual food?"

Has the Nth Continental War broken out?

The dragon clan went out for something, and there were only two figures in the space inside the house.

Luke held his chin up and smiled as he looked at the falling snow outside the window: "Borrowing arrows from a straw boat. If we don't have something, we naturally have to borrow it from others."

Our ancestors were like this.

The same is true of the negative emotions that Quill needs.

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Excerpt from Luke's diary:

Overnight retaliation√

You dare feed me pre-prepared meals? This is the price you pay!

Alex: There wasn't even any animal milk in the food that day. They knew so little about you.

Those who don't care about others and dare to stir up trouble should be killed.

Luke: ...I’ll block you.

Note: For details about the strong sealed under the Tree of Life, please see Chapter 64~

Beautiful Saturday, one hundred red envelopes will be dropped randomly~