I may have taken a fake system

Chapter 141 What kind of elf-like person is this?
Liu Fuyun tried it, but there was no such thing as an exit in this small space.

The system searched properly for a long time, and he also calculated what spatial points to analyze the data for more than an hour, and finally came to a conclusion that he probably couldn't calculate.

Fortunately, Liu Fuyun didn't have high expectations.

At this time, she was guarding a treasure full of life force. Both she and the system believed that practicing here first was the best choice at the moment.

I can't get out anyway, so I won't be able to eat the nutritional supplements delivered to my door.

So a very interesting scene was staged in this space.

Surrounding a ball of bright white light, there are countless small green balls floating slowly.Occasionally, a claw-like thing would come out of the light group, wrap around the green ball and retract it.

Without any concept of time, Liu Fuyun just ran the Eight Desolations Art over and over again.Although it was not yet the second level, when she absorbed less than half of the small green ball in the space, the range of her mental power that she could release had increased from about two meters to more than ten meters.

This is a qualitative leap!
Aslan is a continent where magic is respected and fighting spirit is prevalent. It has a long history.Not only humans live on this continent, but there are also many countless races.Similar to other Western fantasy novels, humans, beasts, elves and other races basically do not interfere with each other and develop independently.

On the continent of Aslan, the scope of human activities is mainly concentrated in the central area of ​​the continent, while few people go to the dangerous east and west areas, where the two most mysterious races in the world survive.

Dragons, elves.

The elves have been away from the world for more than 3000 years. During these [-] years, almost no one has seen elves walking on the mainland. Very rarely, descendants of elves appear, but they are also half-elves who have never contacted the tribe.

It is said that the real elves live in the Elf Forest, which is a closed paradise.

The towering giant trees cover the sky, with branches and leaves growing horizontally and tree roots entwined. All the trees in this entire forest originate from a sacred tree in the center, the Tree of Life.

It is rumored that this tree of life has been standing here since the day Aslan continent existed.It is a very sacred and god-like existence to the elves, because many elves were born from the Tree of Life.

Elves are a species born from nature, and their lives never leave nature.The thinnest tree in the forest requires four or five people to hug it, and even the top of the World Tree cannot be seen even if you raise your head.

So the elves built exquisite houses directly on the giant trees and lived in them.

They live in seclusion and live apart from the world, and are in the company of vegetation and animals. The rich ecology in the forest is enough to support the development of this race. The lives of the elves seem not to be affected by the war in Aslan at all.

Little did they know that this beautiful and elegant race was also facing a crisis.

Part of the tree of life has withered, and the spring of life that once seemed to never dry up beside the tree has stopped flowing.

This incident is undoubtedly shocking news for the elves, which means that they may face the danger of annihilation at any time!
The higher-ups in the clan were heartbroken over this, and they kept it secret and did not dare to let the clan know about it, causing panic.

At this moment, a figure stood under the Tree of Life, raising his head slightly as if listening to the words of the giant tree.

This man was wearing a large cloak, covering his entire tall body.The face cannot be seen clearly, but through the exquisite golden patterns tattooed on the white cloak, it is easy to tell that this person has a very high status in the clan.

The elf listened quietly for a long time, then suddenly raised his hands, and a ball of pale golden light appeared in his hands.

He opened his lips, and a beautiful mantra came out of his mouth, as mysterious and solemn as chanting.

The ancient language of elves is the most beautiful and mysterious language in the world. Only elves can perfectly express the essence of this language.The elf in the cloak kept changing his fingertips, and golden runes flew out from his hands and floated to the trunk of the tree of life in front of him, slowly forming a spell.

When the golden runes circled the entire tree, the elf's chanting voice stopped.He suddenly opened his arms, his cloak automatically moved without wind, his feet gradually left the ground, and his whole body actually floated!
There was the sound of flapping leaves above his head, and the tree of life seemed to be alive and responding to him!
However, this state did not last long. The circle of runes on the tree trunk suddenly glowed with golden light, and the violent energy impact knocked down the elf in the cloak and fell heavily to the ground.

A suppressed cough sounded, and the elf climbed up with some difficulty. Several drops of blood fell on the ground in front of him.

A slightly yellowed leaf fell leisurely and landed on the blood.

The hand that the elf raised to wipe away the blood on the corner of his lips suddenly paused, and after a while, he tremblingly picked up the fallen leaves.

“When the leaves of life fall, our clan is in danger.”

The voice is hoarse, but it doesn't have that old feeling. Instead, it is very fresh and smooth.

"prophet!"

The magic circle not far behind him flashed, and a slender and tall figure appeared on it.

The visitor has a pair of pointed ears, blond hair and blue eyes, and is extremely handsome!His skin was flawless, delicate and fair, and even slightly shiny.

This is a male elf, but he is more beautiful than many women.

Noble and elegant, he interpreted these two words very well.

"Prophet, what happened?" The elf walked to the prophet's side and saw the leaf stained with blood.

"This!"

A look of disbelief flashed across his face, and the elf took a step back involuntarily, feeling horrified.

"Your Majesty, the leaves have fallen." The prophet smiled bitterly, with an almost inaudible helplessness and hesitation in his voice.

"In the past 300 years, no new elves have been born in our clan. Now the spring of life has dried up and the tree of life has fallen leaves." The Elf King also raised his head and looked at the tall giant tree. After a long time, he sighed and said: "Prophet, it's time to tell the people This is about it.”

"But Your Majesty!" The prophet's tone suddenly became anxious, but he hesitated to speak.

The Elf King shook his head slowly, reached out and took the fallen leaves from the prophet's hand, and looked at them intently for a long time with his deep green eyes. "Prophet, the prophecy has not come true. We cannot wait any longer."

"Alas." The prophet stood there feeling lost, with an aura of sadness surrounding him.

A king in the clan who was close to the supreme king once left a prophecy, but the person in the prophecy has not appeared yet. Maybe he is a clan of elves who are destined to die.

The Elf King held Luo Ye's hand tightly, then turned around and walked into the magic circle, disappearing into a ray of light.

(End of this chapter)