Frost Wings

How could Fatalin know what spell Bai He used, but the strong sense of danger made him keep shaking his head and even shed tears.

Bai He was brewing magic power, and his 'Dance of Doom' drained almost all the original magic power within a mile radius, including himself.

At this time, his body was empty, and the highly concentrated magic power that was originally packed between each cell was gone. This was the price he paid for his enlarged move.

As a semi-magical creature, the growth of a dragon is closely related to the magic power in his body. Baihe's growth efficiency, which is nearly multiple of ordinary dragons, comes from the magic power in his body that is different from Changlong. Doubt increases the growth period.

It would take about half a year for the lost mana to be replenished with White River's daily spellcasting or natural savings.

At this time, the magic power in the space was thin, the magic net was slow to respond, and all spells above the fourth order could not be used. Baihe repeatedly corrected the fourth order 'single violent **** art' in his hand, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable: here, this guy becomes a Gay, do you have to be in love with Bai He yourself?

Bai He frowned, took out the spell book and modified it slightly, and guided a spell structure. The two groups of magical rays of light merged together, and the blue light became more hidden. At this time, the activity of the surrounding magic net gradually recovered, and the concentration of magic power gradually increased. Gao, Baihe combined spells, forcibly stabilized the magic structure.

Fatalin doesn't know much about magic: maybe with his combat experience, he can recognize some ordinary magic, but what the **** is the magic in this white dragon's hand?

The more he didn't recognize it, the more frightened he felt.

Bai He put this improved spell into Fatalin's body as soon as he reached out his hand. Fatalin held up a pair of bloodshot eyes, and suddenly spit out the rope that restrained his mouth. Completely into a mental breakdown: "No! No! I am the commander of the Northland Elf Alliance, you can't do this to me! You are fighting against all the Northland elves."

"Yo, I feel pretty good about myself, ah, you even read this kind of line, will you take revenge on me in the future by following this routine?"

Bai He smiled and guided another spell with his teeth and claws: "Okay, I'll give you some more so that you won't have a chance to retaliate against me."

"No!" Fatalin opened his eyes: "Miss Sif! Please, please, let him stop, I will definitely become the king of elves in the future! I can't die here! Please."

Sif shivered and hid behind the white dragon. Fatalin's hideous expression and hysterical performance made her a little scared.

"King? Do you think you are Long Aotian? I, such a powerful dragon, dare not call himself Long Aotian, why are you so confident?" Bai He stuffed the ball of light into Fatalin's head, The male elf rolled his eyes, and saliva flowed from his mouth, like a fish that had not died after being slashed on the chopping board, his body twitched with every movement.

Different from the popular mental retardation spells of Antas, the chaotic supplementary mental retardation technique performed by the white dragon caused irreversible damage to the male elves' brain tissue. In addition to physical damage, it also spawned a large number of redundant thinking signals, plus a source of confusion. The spell becomes very difficult to cure; Fatalin is struck by this trick, and immediately becomes a total idiot.

He was hung upside down naked, twitching every now and then, and a crow stopped in a tree and quacked.

...

Bai He clapped his hands, changed back to dragon form and grabbed Sif: "After finishing work, let's go."

"Long, Mr. Long, wait a second." Sif held down the dragon's claw and blinked her big eyes: "Can you let me say goodbye to my mother?"

"Huh?" Bai He thought for a while, then flew directly to the square in the center of Xuenmaru Town. Baihe's long eyes stared, and the snow elves in the square were terrified. On the snow field outside the town, no one dared to take a step forward, not even to take a second glance.

Seeing that Sif and his mother greasy crooked blood, Bai He was a little impatient. The elf old woman talked with her daughter for a while, and seemed to have made a decision. She came over and greeted the white dragon very respectfully: "Your Excellency Frostwing, this should be your name. Thank you for this. I am grateful for the care of my daughter for a while..."

Bai He rolled his eyes: "I'm so grateful to an evil dragon who stole your daughter? Tell me if you have something to say."

Cha Salin's expression froze for a moment, and then she laughed dryly. This expression was somewhat similar to Sif's: "Mr. Frostwing, I hope to temporarily take refuge in your territory. I wonder if it can be accommodated."

This Qingqi request was beyond Bai He's expectations. He looked at Sif's pleading expression and was a little stunned for a while.

He has investigated the information, and this Snow Marsh clan is very stinky. Relying on the only ancestral tree of the Snow Elf clan, it has always claimed that the elves are orthodox. Why do they suddenly want to run away?

Chasaline's heart was full of helplessness, and she didn't want to run away, but now it's impossible not to run away in this situation!

The white orcs are brave and good at fighting. The whole race is proud of dying in hand-to-hand combat, and ashamed of dying in magic. Influenced by the main **** of orcs, many orcs have such a paranoid tradition, which accounts for one-fifth of the total white orc army. The vanguard brigade To be killed by 'despicable spells' like this is nothing short of a great shame for the white orcs.

The white orcs of the north differ from the widely distributed grey orcs of Antas in that they are highly disciplined. They don't have the perverted physique and cold resistance of the frost giants. It is decided that the white orcs must be relatively united in order to maintain the population in a harsh environment. Therefore, they attach great importance to the oath. Now a vanguard is left in front of Xuenmarsh Town, which is still a disgrace to the honor of the orcs. The way to die, the army of white orcs will definitely take revenge.

The pitiful thing is that this strange dragon actually tortured the commander of the Snow Elf Alliance. Chasalin saw how Baihe dealt with Fatalin through farsightedness. She has studied arcane spells for several years, and can see a little bit of the ferocity of those two spells.

Chasalin has ruled Xuenmarsh Town for hundreds of years, and she is not a confused person. When she saw that scene, she knew that the trouble was big, and the Alliance would definitely hold Xuenmarsh Town responsible.

Chasaline could not explain the clan's relationship with the dragon anyway.

Most of the Snow Elf Alliance are reformers who are dissatisfied with the status quo. There are many people who can’t stand the traditional faction like Chasaline. Fatalin’s idea is not ignorant, but the situation of the orc army is overwhelming. She had no choice but to feel that the accident that happened to Snow Marsh Town this time might mean the end of the snow elves tradition.

Now it seems that the result has not changed, and it has further forced them to go all the way to the dark.

Wandering is not the future Chasaline is willing to face, especially in a chaotic and dangerous area like the Northland. Out of reality, she decided to follow her daughter's relationship for help to this powerful and terrifying dragon.

Chasalin is a decisive woman. Once she makes a choice, she realizes the sacrifice she has to make. She has mixed feelings in her heart. She glanced at the ancestral tree with luxuriant foliage but withered inside, and then looked at her precious daughter who was hugging her from the side. , I really don't know what to do.

"Huh? Benlong is an evil dragon. Aren't you afraid that I will eat you all?" Bailong rolled his eyes a few times, making sure that the woman seemed to be playing a real game. He moved his paws a few times and stuck out his tongue to lick it. lips.

"...Mr. Long, stop joking." Sif couldn't help laughing and crying: "My mother is sincere."

"We are very sincere, Mr. Frostwing." Chasaline took a breath and pushed Sif in front of him: "Sif will serve you more faithfully, and you want more young girls from my clan. Yes, the warriors of my clan will serve you wholeheartedly, as long as you can provide us with a safe place to stay away from right and wrong."

"So good?" Bai He looked at the elf clan chief, why did this sound wrong? What more young girls, this... how could such a good thing happen?

Bai Long is also quite vigilant, this woman is really ruthless, her clan's daughter will sell it if she wants to sell it, and she sells it so decisively, she will not be overshadowed by her one day.

However, this elf tribe is only more than 500 people old and weak. What kind of storm can it make? It is also good to be able to receive a batch of tributes on a regular basis.

Bai Long glanced around the town, and then glanced at the iceberg outside. He felt that at his current level, he didn't need to shrink his head to live.

He thought about it for a while and decided to throw these elf tribes into Jonker's territory first. Anyway, the place is very big: "Benlong has a good place for you. Get ready to teleport away with me."

Chasalyn nodded in thanks, and instructed the elves to prepare their luggage with a complicated expression. She took Sif to the ancestral tree and prayed devoutly. Suddenly, they looked up and found something, and after a brief silence, they cheered like a lunatic. stand up.

Many elves surrounded the town, and the same cheers filled the whole town for a while. Bai He was inexplicable. He turned into a human figure and leaned over. Sif burst into tears and hugged his neck, shouting happily: " It's alive! It's alive! The seed of the ancestral tree is alive! It's alive! Incredible! It's a miracle!"

Baihe walked over and looked at a mango-sized snow-white fruit under the tree.

Withered leaves fell from the giant tree, entering the end of life.

"It has been a thousand years that no ancestral tree has given birth to living seeds. This is Karion's will!" Chasalyn shouted gratefully with red eyes.

"With the seeds of the ancestral tree, we will be able to migrate, Mr. Long, that's great." Sif said happily.

A group of elf sacrifices burst into tears. Since the snow elves migrated from the south to the north two thousand years ago, the ancestral tree they planted has had a serious reaction to the soil and water, although the magic of the ancestral tree made them in the beginning. After a thousand years of adapting to the environment of the Northland, they became a new subspecies of elves and spread their branches and leaves in the Northland. However, after that, the ancestral trees seemed to have reached their limit. new seeds.

The Snow Marsh tribe guards the oldest tree in the north. They take good care of it, but they can only watch it go into decline bit by bit, but never expected to give birth to new hope.

Miracle!

As a race with firm beliefs in general, the elves firmly believe that this miracle did not fall out of thin air, and must be related to other miracles, so their expressions when they looked at Baihe were a bit wrong, and the same was true for the Patriarch Chasalin, who was still helpless just now. The appearance of her, but now she has become a senior magician. She stared at Bai Long, mumbling not knowing what she was talking about.

Bai He couldn't stand this kind of sight full of magic stick attributes. He coughed and motioned them to work quickly, set up a teleportation array, and quickly evacuated most of the population and materials in Xuenuma Town.

...

Langev arrived late with the alliance reinforcements. They stared at the iceberg outside the town in stunned eyes. After searching for a long time, they finally found their commander on the crooked-neck tree.

Seeing the face of the scout who delivered the news, Langev had an ominous premonition in his heart. He approached the small tree with a crooked neck and looked at Fatalin, who was supported by the two scouts - this poor male elf turned over His eyes were white, his mouth was still foaming, and his thighs were twitching like a frog.

"Karian is on~www.wuxiahere.com~ Langev clenched his sword.

What kind of torture is this! who did it? Don't let him know the answer!

The voices of the crowd and the restoration of normal blood circulation seemed to wake up Fatalin. He looked up and looked left and right. Except for his slightly dull eyes, he seemed to have returned to normal.

"Fatalin!" Langev leaned forward excitedly and grabbed Fatalin's hand: "Are you awake? Who did it?"

He asked two questions, and suddenly found that Fatalin's expression was wrong: "Fatalin, what's wrong with you? What's wrong?"

Fatalin looked at the hand he held with Langev, and a strange smile suddenly appeared on his face. At the same time, a bright red appeared on his thin face. This smile made Langev shiver and let go of his hand, but Fatalin As if suddenly excited, he roared, jumped on Langev and nibbled on the ground.

Langef was shocked, but he felt that Fatalin's strength was amazing. He blocked his best friend with a sheathed long sword, and shouted in panic to try to regain his friend's sanity:

"Fatalin! Wake up! Don't do this! Wake up! Quick!"