Elven Reaper

Beside the fairy spring.

Haianna sat quietly, her eyes seemed to have been crying.

Dark elder Nasha sat next to her.

Nasha yawned and said, "Elder Kenneth asked me to persuade you. Are you okay, Haianna?"

Haianna smoothed the messy hair on her forehead and said in a soft voice: "I'm fine."

"Are you thinking about Akto giving up on you in order to survive?" Nasha asked.

Haianna shook her head: "No, that's not his fault."

"That's just imagining the time after marrying Star, I'm afraid it will be too boring."

"Not at all."

"What is that?" Nasha was confused.

Haianna turned to look at her with a charming expression: "I'm afraid that he will really be locked up in the library for the rest of his life. An elf like him should go out and have some adventures, instead of dying alone like a caged bird."

Nasha opened her mouth.

He's really considerate.

Finally, the time came to the beginning of the month.

The wedding day of the light elf magician Star and the elf queen Heanna has arrived.

Haiana will crown Star the Elf King.

Starting from early morning on this day, the Presbyterian Church arranged for the elves to decorate the wedding venue.

The elves were shuttled back and forth, extremely busy.

The elders looked on, and these young elves seemed unhappy.

The group of old elves forced themselves to smile and scolded: "Walk faster, Bruno."

"Little Doug, are you walking slowly like me?"

"Today is the day of the queen's wedding and the elf king's coronation. You should be happy."

"Elves should be lively and happy."

However, their words of encouragement did not have much effect, and the situation was very embarrassing for a time.

The elders looked at each other.

In the magic laboratory, Akto's brows were furrowed and his eyes looked deep.

He controlled Suzaku Feather and blew up the target to pieces over and over again.

Finally, his mental power was exhausted again, so he sat on the floor and began to meditate to restore his mental power.

Messiah had nothing to do and was enchanting some whiteboard weapons.

She glanced at Akto from time to time, curled her lips, and just sighed and shook her head.

The girl she loves is about to marry another elf, and she also understands Akto's mood at the moment.

At this moment, the Elf Fruit Forest.

Wolf King Camille is directing other Holy Light wolves to dig out bottles of elven fruit wine buried in tree roots.

Dozens of Holy Light wolves worked hard and soon dug out a large depression in the forest.

In the depression, bottles of elf fruit wine were bottled in transparent narrow-mouth bottles, revealing the corks used to seal the bottle mouths.

Wolf King Camille seemed very excited: "Sure enough, dig them all out, hurry up."

The Holy Light Light Wolves quickly pulled harder and harder.

Bottles of elf fruit wine were picked out, and the aroma of wine seemed to come from across the bottles.

Camille laughed loudly: "It has been stored in a cellar for at least six hundred years, and it really smells good. Dig it out quickly, I want to celebrate the wedding of the Elf Queen and the Elf King."

Suddenly, when a Holy Light Wolf took out the glass bottle, he accidentally pulled out the cork and knocked over the bottle.

Suddenly the entire elf orchard was filled with the aroma of wine, and the rich spiritual energy almost condensed into a liquid state, floating in the orchard like mist.

"Idiot, I told you to be careful. Without this wine, we can't cross the mountains."

Camille walked towards the Holy Light Wolf who spilled the wine.

The wolf was so frightened that it crawled on the ground, making a weak "Wooing" sound, and its body was trembling.

Camille put her mouth next to its ear and lowered her voice and said: "Without these wines, how could we get those elves drunk and eat delicious elf meat?"

Camille's pure white eyes were already filled with a layer of blood red.

Speaking of elf meat, she became excited again and swallowed heavily.

"Do you want to think about it?" Camille asked.

The wolf raised his head and nodded repeatedly.

"Be careful if you want to," the Holy Light Wolf King suddenly roared.

At the same time, she stretched out her sharp wolf claws, and scratched the wolf's face with her thick claws accompanied by a "whooshing" sound.

"Just be careful if you want to."

"Be careful"

""

Every time Kamil said something, his claws would scratch the Holy Light Wolf's face.

After saying countless words, the Holy Light Wolf's head had been scratched to pieces, and its white fur was dyed red with blood.

The other wolves remained silent.

Camille put the wolf's claws, which were heavy with blood, in her mouth and licked them passionately.

Beneath her body, urine was already leaking out.

"Why are you standing still and continuing to dig?" Camille yelled again.

The other Holy Light Wolves quickly lowered their heads and dug harder.

A group of wolves headed by the Wolf King appeared on the small mountain range.

The woods are as quiet as ever, and the treehouses are scattered everywhere.

Aunt Edith was in Alia's tree house with Kuran, who was pointing at the drawing paper on the table.

"This is the Monkey King."

"Then who is this?" Aunt Edith asked.

"This is the Bone Undead."

"What about this?" Edith grabbed Kuran's little hand and pointed it at the drawing paper.

"This is a bad wolf." Kuran curled his lips.

The images on the drawing paper are all drawn vividly, and it is obvious that they were painted by Aaliyah.

Suddenly, Aunt Edith frowned and looked out the door.

At the entrance of the mountain peak, each Holy Light Wolf holds a transparent wine bottle in its mouth and is walking down one by one.

Edith's eyes flashed with cold light, she did a backflip and was already standing on the roof of the wooden house.

Her palms spread out, and a bow appeared out of thin air in her hand.

The bow is silver-white, one meter long, and as thick as an arm.

Edith drew the bow, and an arrow made of fighting spirit was automatically strung up, the tip of the arrow shining brightly.

A whirlpool the size of a millstone rotated crazily around the tip of the arrow, sucking up the fallen leaves on the tree and making them sway.

Although they were at least one kilometer away, the two wolves that went down first had already sensed the dangerous arrow out of the instinct of wild beasts to seek good luck and avoid evil. They couldn't help but have white hairs all over their bodies standing on end, and they were too frightened to move anymore.

"Go back, I'll count to three." Edith's eyes were red.

Wolf King Camille urged from behind: "Ignore her, get down quickly. Don't delay celebrating the Elf Queen's wedding."

The first two wolves looked in the direction of Edith, and then looked back at their own wolf king. They only hesitated for a moment before making a decision.

They continued walking down.

"One" cried Edith.

The Holy Light Wolves filed down the trail as if they had not heard them before.

"two"

Locke discovered the situation here and hurried over here.

He said: "Edith, I think we should not be impulsive yet."

The Holy Light Wolves seemed to feel the killing intent from Edith, and they all became numb.

But unable to withstand the coercion and urging of the Wolf King and his greed for delicious elf meat, he still walked down.

"three"

At this time, Kenneth rushed over and shouted: "No, Edith."

But Edith ignored it and fired the arrow.

One kilometer, for a ninth-level archer, has lost all meaning of distance. This arrow is bound to hit without any accident.