Year 97 of the Yumia Empire.
The Sun Elves suddenly rose up. A group of special soldiers walked into the Elf Kingdom's capital, Silvermoon City, shocking the entire Yumia Elf Kingdom.
"Horned Eagle Archers who can fly?"
"Elf Knights who ride special beasts?"
On the streets of the capital, they saw two powerful elves in special attire greeting the Elf Kingdom. Their breathing quickened. Were they elven heroes? And two of them?
Countless elves stared. The Sun Elves were going to rise!
But in the next second, something even more terrifying happened. As the two special "elven heroes" received passes, an elite "elven hero" army slowly and orderly walked into the city. Many Moon Riders and Horned Eagle Archers appeared in the crowd.
Elven heroes?
To the elves who had never seen such a grand scene, their minds went blank.
But gradually, some elves from the palace whispered, "They're all ordinary elves of the Sun Elves … The one at the front is the true Sun Elf Hero — Druid Mikina."
"Is she really like Emperor Yumia?" The elves were shocked, their curiosity swelling.
"It's said that she's different. Without the Hero Altar, once you die, you can't revive. However, it's said that a true Sun Elf hero appeared in the Sun Elf Tribe. He can revive from the Hero Altar. He's called the Alchemist. These powerful elves and Druid Mikina … were all created by him."
"Alchemist? A hero who can create elven heroes? "
"Heavens! She can turn me into a hero? "
All of Silvermoon City was in an uproar.
They felt like their worldview had been shattered. They looked at the Sun Elves with envy. The Sun Elves looked proud as they walked forward with their chests puffed out. "Because of pay-to-win, we're strong!"
"What's pay-to-win?" the other naive elves asked.
In the next few days, they gradually understood that they were here to join the war and capture the humans.
With such a powerful force joining, the Elf Kingdom had become more than three times stronger.
After all, the previous elves had only been supported by Yumia. The rest were ordinary elves and did not have much of an advantage. Meanwhile, humans grew too quickly. Their reproduction speed and maturing speed far surpassed elves who only reached adulthood at 80 years old.
Currently, there were only three to four thousand elves in total, and they lived on less than one percent of the land. What about humans? There were already tens of thousands of them hiding in various mountains and hidden forests. Moreover, their numbers were still increasing at a crazy rate. After every great purge, they were like centipedes that died but never fell down.
In the Elven Royal Palace.
"The Sun Elf, the new hero of the Elven Race … Alchemist Keya." Yumi the Elven Emperor frowned slightly and said coldly, "She is already waiting outside for an audience? Then let her come up and pay her respects to this emperor! "
Swoosh.
A moment later, the Alchemist Koyiya strode into the palace. He was looking at the Elven Emperor with his own eyes.
He raised his head to look, and a domineering pressure came rushing at him. "This Yumiya is the real Yumiya! I can feel her terror, her powerful charisma and temperament, as well as her decisive killing intent! "
This seemed more like the real deal. In comparison, the person who borrowed external power was the fake Elven Emperor.
Clang!
A pair of exquisite black boots with golden patterns fell to the ground.
In the next second, Great Elf Emperor Yumiya suddenly appeared in front of him. She attacked with her jade-like long legs. She didn't say anything. She started to fight and probe the other party's strength. She could clearly feel the other party's terrifying killing intent.
"If I don't resist, I will die!"
A creepy thought appeared in his mind, but he did not have the ability to resist at all. In an instant, he was kicked to the ground. A foot stepped on his face, and a terrifying spicy smell came.
"Tastes good." Koyiya lay on the ground, her nose twitched, and she sniffed, "Your foot is a side dish, it should go well with rice."
Yumiya's face turned cold.
Bang!
Her legs turned into afterimages, and she kicked him away, "You are not afraid of my pressure!?"
"No." Koyiya laughed.
But her face was pale, and it was obvious that she was not feeling well. In order to get close to the legendary strongest Elven Emperor, he had already gotten her clothes and collected her skin before coming here.
"I'm not afraid of you, because … I already have your figurine!" He took out a space ring made of Fruit of Life, and a bronze-colored Yumiya slowly walked out, looking at her mechanically.
This was a life clone that he had created with all his savings, and he had also fused with other creatures to make improvements. Just as he said: Just like Diqi, copy and paste, and then innovate!
"How dare you clone me, Yumiya." Yumiya suddenly attacked, rushing towards the clone.
Both had terrifying pressure, and similar abilities.
And the clone's combat power had some other special abilities, and its pure combat power was even a little higher. Qiu Ming Zhe had thought that it would at least be a draw, but he never expected that this clone Yumiya would not be able to fight back from start to finish.
Dong dong dong!
A pair of leg techniques were like a storm, and together with the Wheel of Poison, it was unimaginably exquisite.
In less than ten moves, the clone was defeated in an instant.
"This is a terrifying combat prodigy!" He looked at his alchemy doll defeated, his mind a little blank. "These years, she has walked her own path. If that Demon Hunter from back then appeared in front of her, he would probably be killed in an instant, and then captured alive. She doesn't need my help at all."
Sure enough, the android he had created was a perfect clone, but had no combat intelligence.
"Elven Emperor, please spare me, I surrender!"
After a moment, Qiu Ming Zhe surrendered, and was flexible.
"Remember, from now on, there will only be one Emperor Yumiya, no more clones of me." Yumiya sat back on the elven throne, and said coldly.
"Is there really only one?" Qiu Ming Zhe asked.
Yumiya was startled, and looked at him meaningfully, "It seems that you are indeed not as treacherous as the last traitor. You have won the trust of the Elven Ancient Tree, and have already told you about it. Then, I can also trust you … The previous Yumiya lost her glory, and betrayed the elves, which was our greatest shame. She is already dead, and I am the only Elven King in this world, the Elven God Yumiya, who will forever protect the glory of our elves."
Qiu Ming Zhe looked at this Elven Emperor, as if he was looking at a powerful elven monarch, the true rise of the elven era.
"Perhaps the era doesn't need my interference, and it will go the way it should go."
…
On the other side, the Demon Hunter was still looking at the woodcutter.
This young woodcutter had a protruding mouth and monkey cheeks. His face was ferocious, and two tiger teeth protruded from his lips, like fangs.
He secretly observed for a few days, and found that he was curled up in a thatched hut outside the elven town.
To the elves who loved beauty, he was extremely ugly, not to mention that he was an elven traitor. The elves would throw him an axe, and let him go up the mountain to chop wood in exchange for food.
The young man did not hate them, knowing the pain that humans brought to the elves. As long as he exchanged firewood, the beautiful elves would give him food, and allow him to live here, which was already very kind.
On this day, he went up the mountain again.
Bang bang bang!
After this deformed young man chopped wood, he crazily swung his machete, swinging at a huge black rock. His arms holding the axe were already slightly twitching, and his palms began to bleed from the impact.
He had a hobby of chopping rocks, and every day, he would swing the axe thousands of times.
Swing!
Swing!
Blood seeped from his arms, and pain tore through his body, but the feeling of facing death like this was very good. As long as he crazily swung, he could forget race, status, gender, origin, appearance …
He did not need to care about anything.
It was just a simple swing, and this feeling was very good.
After the sky turned dark, he returned to his room and handed the firewood to the elves. He continued to curl up in his room, silently waiting for the arrival of the next day.
Over the past few days, Irfan had been constantly observing this strange young man, and found that his physique was shockingly showing signs of atavism, showing signs of witchcraft. "He's a madman! This is the first time I've seen someone who doesn't care about his life, and who enjoys self-abuse. Every day, he swings the axe thousands of times, and his hands are bleeding like this … He's obviously not liked, and he has a grudge, but he doesn't hate them at all. He's so stupid that he put all the points in his brain into his physique? He's still alive after such self-abuse. "
This was simply unbelievable.
His Demon True Body was constructed by imitating the Witchcraft True Body, but this young man actually had the bloodline of the Witchcraft True Body, as if he had fused the blood of the elves, demons, and humans, and had undergone some kind of subtle mutation.
"His physique is extremely strong, and he's also a madman, but he looks a little stupid." None of these species with the potential to evolve could really fight, and they still had to rely on native geniuses.
Thinking of this, he quickly flew down and looked at the young man.
The young man was chopping a huge rock, and was slightly shocked. He looked up.
"You're a human powerhouse? The legendary ancestor Arthur? "The ugly young man threw down the blood-soaked axe, and was shocked.
Arthur was the first human in the world, and also the ancestor of all humans. He was also the only rank six powerhouse who could fly.
"You can think of it that way." Ilfan tempted him. "What's your name?"
"I don't have a name. My parents loved each other, and they were captured and sent to the Tree World Prison. I live in the town, and the elves call me the ugly human … Ah Chou." The ugly young man was somewhat ashamed of this name, and was silent.
"You want to have power, fame, power, anything?" Ilfan took out a common demon trick.
"I don't want it." The young man shook his head. "The elven sisters are very good to me. Even though I'm the child of their enemy, they still didn't chase me out of the town. Even when the patrol team came, they pretended not to know me."
"You don't want anything?" Ilfan was stunned.
It was the first time he met a child who had no desires, and it seemed that chopping rocks was his monotonous joy and joy?
Was this person a masochist?
As long as he chopped, he would feel satisfied and happy?
"What do I want?" The young man Ah Chou was startled. "I want to see my parents, but I can't cultivate spells."
Ilfan was startled, and immediately sensed his body. He found that there was indeed something wrong with him, and he could not walk the path of a spell cultivator.
It was because of his ancestral atavism, and he was closer to the terrifying ancestral witch physique, so he could not cultivate spells or sense the magic net.
It was a pity that this beast-like ugly young man could not cultivate the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art. His intelligence was too low.
"Then stop the war, and let the elves and humans live in harmony. I don't have any techniques, only a simple physical cultivation technique." He thought about it, and still passed the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art to him. "If you can't learn it, you can only cultivate the physical cultivation technique, right?"
"Okay." The young man was still silent.
On the other side, deep underground, Diqi, who was covered by a thick crust, opened his eyes slightly. "Interesting … Life Alchemy Factory? It's very good, but it's mine now. "
"I've studied it countless times before I understood the theory behind it. Also, I used Taoism to simulate this strange replicated life, and learned how to create life. I captured three humans, elves, demons, and our ancestral witch's bloodline. After countless experiments, I finally created an ugly young man with mixed bloodline … Unfortunately, it's very imperfect. His combat power is low, and his intelligence is low. But every intelligent life is unique, Ah Chou … I hope you can surprise me."
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