Chapter 126 The Elf King in the Fantasy World
Shu Li stepped back in horror, not daring to look him in the eye, and was deeply doubtful. Was the blond elf in front of her really... the Elf King?
He had seen the Elf King in previous illusions, but he was completely different from the blond elf pointing a sword at him.
However, his crown, his facial features, and the ancient ring of Orta on his finger were exactly the same as those of the Elf King he knew.
Shu Li swallowed, mustered up his courage, and took two steps forward, carefully keeping a safe distance from the cold sword in the Elf King's hand.
"I... I'm Sperian of the Fairy Forest," he answered in a trembling voice.
"Sperion...of the Fairy Forest?" The Elf King repeated his words, his red eyes staring straight ahead without blinking, his gaze as sharp as an arrow, which made Shu Li shudder.
This was the Elf King he had never seen before.
Like a wounded beast, he was wary of every creature that approached him. Even though he was covered in blood and in a miserable state, he still exuded the majestic aura of a king.
Shu Li nervously tugged at her skirt, speaking incoherently, "Yes... yes, I'm Sperion of the Fairy Forest... We've met before. The last time was last month, oh, last month. I went to the ancient battlefield in the north of the Elven Kingdom to search for the Wood Elf. There, I was transported to the War of the Gods ten thousand years ago, where you and the Wood Elf were leading your army in the battle against the God of Death. Later, you sent me back, and the Wood Elf followed me back. That... do you remember it?"
Seeing that the Elf King didn't react to his words, Shu Li drooped his ears, looking disappointed. "Is this really an illusion? I thought I had the ability to travel through time and space... The King said he had no impression of me, so it seems to be true."
Since this is an illusion, then everything here must be fake!
Fortunately it’s fake!
If the corpses we just saw were real, how tragic and brutal would this war be?
Shu Li breathed a sigh of relief and was no longer nervous. He looked at the Elf King with curiosity.
In the previous illusions, the Elf King always appeared elegant, noble, holy and powerful. I don’t know why, but this time the illusion made the Elf King so miserable.
Like a king who was pulled down from the altar and lost everything, he sat alone in the corner of the dilapidated palace, licking his wounds silently.
Even though he pointed the sword at herself, Shu Li couldn't help but feel sad for him. Her nose felt sore and her eyes suddenly became moist.
"Um...would you like to put down your sword first? I'm only ten years old and haven't been a high-level magician for long. I'm no match for you."
Shu Li raised his hands and acted harmless to gain the other party's trust.
The Elf King frowned slightly, and looked at him sharply with his red eyes. Shu Li smiled friendly. After an unknown amount of time, the sword pointed at him was slowly lowered.
The threat was lifted, and Shu Li gave himself a thumbs up in his heart.
He took a small step forward tentatively, and seeing that the Elf King did not attack him again, he took advantage of the situation and continued to move closer, like a simple little animal, moving little by little until the other party gave him a cold look and then stood still obediently, not daring to move.
"What... happened to him?" Shu Li stretched his neck, trying to see clearly the... fairy in the Elf King's arms.
Yes, this "person" with a white robe stained red with blood is a young male fairy.
I had been far away and was being held tightly by the Elf King, so I couldn't see his appearance clearly. Now that I was closer, I could see that he had a pair of pointed ears and a pair of broken, thin wings on his back.
As a fellow fairy, Shu Li felt the same way and her wings trembled involuntarily.
The fairy's wings may look as thin as gauze, but they are actually covered with nerves and are very sensitive. If they are damaged, it will be like having a nail pulled out, causing unbearable pain.
Only one-third of the blonde fairy's wings were broken, which was equivalent to having ten fingernails pulled out at the same time. The pain increased exponentially and was simply unimaginable.
Fortunately, it was an illusion and he was not a real fairy.
Shu Li's question went unanswered, but he remained undaunted and continued to ask, "He's seriously injured, so why aren't you going to treat him?"
The Elf King lowered his head, the coldness in his eyes dissipated, replaced by endless sadness.
He put down his sword, and his slender fingers gently stroked the hair of the goblin in his arms, gently wiping the blood off his face.
Shu Li leaned his head forward and looked at the blonde goblin carefully.
Just now he was facing the Elf King's chest and couldn't see his appearance clearly, but now as the Elf King moved, his delicate face gradually emerged.
ah?
Shu Li was stunned, his tender green eyes staring blankly at the blonde fairy in the Elf King's arms.
Have I seen him somewhere?
He was very handsome, very good-looking, with features as if carefully carved, flawless, and his skin was unusually pale due to excessive blood loss.
He was seriously injured.
Not only were his wings broken, but there was also a bloody hole in his chest. It was this bloody hole that stained his white robe with blood and caused him to fall into a coma.
"King...quickly use magic to stop his bleeding. If it continues, he will...die..."
When he mentioned the word "death", his tears couldn't help but flow down.
He didn't know why he was so sad. It was clearly an illusion, but he couldn't stop crying.
"Save him..." He knelt down, ignoring the cold eyes of the Elf King, put his hands on the bloody hole in the blond fairy's chest, and silently recited the wood-type recovery spell.
A green light lit up under his palms.
Without the use of the magic wand, the effectiveness of the healing technique was greatly reduced. However, unexpectedly, it actually worked and the bloody hole slowly healed.
The Elf King raised his hand and stopped two inches from his neck.
Shu Li had no idea that he had just had a brush with death. He smiled with relief as he watched the blond fairy's chest return to normal.
"Great! His bleeding has stopped."
He withdrew his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Restoration is quite mana-intensive.
"It's no use." The Elf King, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke, "He's dead."
"W-what?" Shu Li was stunned. "You...what did you say?"
Dead?
The fairy in the king’s arms...is not unconscious, but dead?
Therefore, the king did not treat him and let the blood flow out of the blood hole, staining his white robe red.
"How could this happen?" Shu Li choked, tears streaming down her face, her small body shaking violently.
The crimson color in the Elf King's eyes gradually faded, turning into an emerald green. His hand moved upwards and slowly covered Shu Li's head.
Shu Li's body trembled, and the warmth above his head made him forget to cry temporarily.
Such a real touch.
The action of stroking his hair was the same as in real life, even the strength was exactly the same.
"King?" Shu Li looked at the Elf King with tears in her eyes, and was surprised to find that his eyes had returned to green.
"Your name is Sperian?" the Elf King asked calmly.
"Yes, my name is Sperian." Shu Li sniffed.
"Isn't this a monster created by the God of Darkness to confuse me?" the Elf King asked again.
"I'm not a monster!" Shu Li shook her head like a rattle. "Even though you are the king of this illusion, you can't wrongly accuse me!"
"Illusion..." A strange light flashed in the Elf King's green eyes. "You said I am the king of the illusion?"
"Yes!" Shu Li counted on her fingers. "I've encountered you several times in the fantasy world. Once in the Temple of the Gods, you looked younger than you do now, playing the harp for the gods. Another time was Midsummer's Day, when you invited the gods to celebrate, and the God of Darkness deliberately came to cause trouble. The third time was the one I just mentioned, when I went to the ruins of an ancient battlefield in the north of the Elven Kingdom to search for the Wood Elves and entered a fantasy world of the War of the Gods ten thousand years ago... And then today, I was praying to the God of Light in the Miladi Palace, and the fantasy world inexplicably opened up."
"This illusion is not good. It makes me so sad." Shu Li began to cry again. "Wang, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you so miserable in the illusion... The scenes in the illusion are beyond my control..."
The Elf King stretched out his fingers and wiped the tears from his face. "Since you think I am the king of the illusion, then everything is fake. Don't cry."
Shu Li nodded, sloppily wiping the tears from her face, and said shamefacedly, "I don't usually cry, but seeing you and him... like this, I felt really sad."
The Elf King stared down at the young goblin in his arms.
Shu Li couldn't bear to see the sadness in his eyes, so she comforted him, "Wang, don't be too sad... Maybe... he has gone to another world."
He had an accident in his original world, but isn't he living well in this other world?
"Another world?" The Elf King raised his eyes and looked at Shu Li.
The deep eyes seemed to see through everything, making Shu Li feel guilty. His gaze wandered and he stammered, "Yes... Actually, there may be many worlds... existing in different times and spaces, called parallel worlds. The development direction of each world is very different, and the forms are also very different. Normally, they do not interfere with each other, do not intersect with each other, and each one is peaceful... If an irresistible magical force appears, perhaps time travel, reverse flow, backtracking, and other phenomena will occur..."
He spoke more and more quietly, unable to continue as the Elf King's eyes grew increasingly fiery.
"Parallel world... time travel... backwards... looking back... so that's how it is..." The Elf King whispered, his fingers touching the silver forehead ornament on Shu Li's head.
The silver forehead ornament glowed and turned into a small green flower crown.
"Ah?" Shu Li felt that the small corolla had revealed its true form and pressed it down.
The Elf King suddenly pushed him, and Shu Li leaned back and fell onto the grass. His little face showed an expression of disbelief, unable to understand why he was pushed away.
"Go back, little Sperian, go back to your world..."
The Elf King pointed his palm at him, releasing a beam of soft light that enveloped the little boy.
"Don't die for me again..."
The words, like a sigh, echoed in Shu Li's ears. Before he could respond, the illusion suddenly disappeared.
"ah!"
Shu Li suddenly opened his eyes, and what he saw was a solemn temple, surrounded by elves and fairies praying devoutly, and in front of him was the Elf King wearing a gorgeous purple robe.
There was no blood, no damage, no trace of sadness, only the solemnity of praying before the statue.
Very good!
It really is an illusion!
Shu Li clenched her hands, tears welling in her eyes.
The Elf King is the Son of Light and the spokesperson of the God of Light in the human world. He even escaped unscathed from the War of the Gods ten thousand years ago and led the elves and goblins to defend this only pure land. How could he become such a miserable person in the illusion?
I am so terrible that I actually imagined such an outrageous fantasy.
He completely overturned his previous speculation.
There is no such thing as time travel!
Wang has clearly stated that there is no trace of his own existence in his memory.
Therefore, the previous few times were all false illusions.
As for the appearance of the wood elf, it is purely a coincidence!
She might have been sleeping in the ancient war ruins. When he went to explore, he got the badge from Mr. Lizard, which triggered the conditions and unlocked the seal.
Shu Li was lost in thought, and felt a sharp pain in her temples until she heard Discio's voice in her ears, and then she realized that the prayer was over.
"Sperian, how come your little crown is showing its true form?"
Upon hearing this, Shu Li raised her hand and touched the jewel-green leaves of the small corolla.
What's going on?
Why did the small tiara that was supposed to turn into a silver forehead ornament return to its original state?
He didn't chant any spell!
Only in the illusion did the Elf King's fingers touch the forehead ring, turning it back into a small flower crown.
"No... I don't know. Maybe the magic is ineffective in front of the God of Light..." Shu Li was full of doubts and could only come up with such an outrageous reason.
The Elf King in front of the statue of the God of Light slowly turned around and looked at Shu Li who was surrounded by goblins, with a trace of sadness in his green eyes.
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