A distant world.

Tirnariya, the capital of the Kingdom of Iron Al.

A palace stands behind the willow catkins that are like green gauze dancing in the wind on the river.

Different from the ordinary marble and alabaster structure, the main body of this palace is made of slender white lace, ethereal, light and exquisite, like a mirage floating in the air.

The breeze blows, the willow catkins gently caress, the mist cruising, and the river surface ripples, and the palace seems to be about to rise by the wind at any time.

...

Passing through the suspension bridge coiled around the ivy, hollow fountains, mosaic tiles statues, railings engraved with vines, corridors, domes, and fine towers shaped like stalactites.

In a gorgeous room decorated with stained glass windows, mirrors, reliefs and floral tapestries, and chandeliers, stood a thin and tall man in the ornate room.

He was wearing a black jacket and was wearing a pair of traditional elf high boots with buckles.

The long gray hair was spread on his tilted shoulders and slid down his smooth spine,

The hands holding the railing are white and slender, and the fingers are slender like women.

But at this moment, the man stared at the lake where the swans swim past the window, and his eyes, like molten lead water, were filled with deep vicissitudes.

“Ayn Savigny, Arretin and Karan Hill?”

He turned around and looked at the blonde elf sitting at the low desk. The sunlight poured out of the window reflected an incredible glow from the black jacket, making it seem like a sacred halo lingering on his head.

"Your Majesty Oberon, call me Avarak."

"They have just finished their long task and are tidying up their appearance and waiting until they are full of energy and have a stable mood before coming to see you... and I can't wait to bring you good news."

The elf sage smiled gently, revealing a small, white and small teeth without canines.

"Fortunately, we have fulfilled our fate and have barely stopped Baishuang. This world has an additional period of stable period of half a year."

"Avarak," Oberon looked at him seriously, his tone slowly as if every word had to be used, "I will remember the contributions and sacrifices you have made to the race."

"Your Majesty is so serious, this is my duty." Avarak changed his tone, "But unfortunately, safety is only temporary."

"I don't know which link is wrong. Baishuang's power is constantly increasing and passing through cosmic rifts at a speed that is beyond the expectations of the past, approaching Ain Sheedy's world and our world, especially the latter."

Oberon looked serious and took a scrupulous gesture.

"In the past six years, the Red Knights led by Arretin have completely abandoned the plunder and have their minds to let the navigator Karan Hill travel through time and space, leading Bai Shuang away-"

A shadow flashed across Avarak's face and waved casually - in a unique way of the elves, only movements, no spells.

A glowing curtain floated in front of the two, weaving a series of lifelike scenes—

A strong whistle and rumbling horse hooves exploded, and a group of knights galloped in the chaos, the cow-shaped helmets swayed with the wind, and the blood-like red cloak floated behind him, like an extended flag.

Fractations blooming with glimmers appeared in front of the cavalry team, and they kept entering and out, rushing from a darkness to another unknown realm.

From beginning to end, there was a white ribbon with no end to the end followed the Red Knights. Death followed like a shadow, quickly but could not be curbed, wrapped around their rusty armor and tattered crowns made of steel rings.

Cover their bodies with a layer of pale and crystal ice edges.

Tat!

The biting chill fell with the raised horse's hooves, and it was about to break the projected curtain. Circles of jagged white frozen gas surged out of the tall and majestic body of the Red Knight.

But the riders' eyes were firm, leading to the wave of frost, and they rode their horses forward--

Finally, after a shuttle, I got rid of the white nightmare behind me.

But the dark dome has been cut by countless shuttles and is full of holes, like a mirror that is forcibly bonded together, full of cracks and may break or collapse at any time.

There was a pale giant hidden behind the cracks and a malicious peep.

"As you can see, the Red Knights lead the Baishuang away, but they have to create more cracks. The more cracks, the faster the white frost will gather, which is equivalent to drinking poison to quench thirst."

Avarak raised a wine glass on the table and swayed the wine in it.

"It's like using a cup to block rain from the sky. When it's filled, the water will overflow and land on our world, submerge, freeze, erase all life."

Oberon nodded heavily, his elegant and thin cheeks filled with fatigue and helplessness, and he became more and more old and decadent. "I remember the prophecy of the Great Sage Islini revealed that no matter how delayed it, the Age of Frost will eventually come. Now it seems that this process has been greatly accelerated. As for the reason, have you investigated it?"

"You have ruled the Iron Hill clan for six hundred years. It should be clear that Baishuang is only interested in one thing from beginning to end. Since eternity, it has been tirelessly chasing our tribe, from one world to another, in order to end the devouring of that bloodline."

"The blood of the elder." Oberon rubbed his nose and blurted out his mouth. The tone had a stronger decay, and his expression was helpless and bored. "But in the past century, there has only been one more Navigator Kalan Hill among Ayn Al. An incomplete ancient bloodline has limited appeal to Baishuang, so it should not be so long before it."

"We have plenty of reasons to believe," Avarak clenched his fist, and the sea-like blue eyes flashed with a burning heat. "The variable comes from the world of Ain Sheedy (The Witch Hunter)."

"There is no doubt that when the White Shuang Age is coming, the 'Swift', which reborn the world, has awakened the ancient blood and has a very deep awakening. She has a hundred times stronger ability than Laura Doron and even those of us who are familiar with it. It is her existence that attracts White Shuang to approach like crazy."

"Swift, Zireael, you refer to my daughter who was cheated by the shameless human warlock Craignan," a complicated warmth and guilt flashed in the Elf King's eyes, "Laura Doron, the fiancee who should have belonged to you."

"To be precise, it's the descendant of Laura Doron's bloodline."

Gu Zhi

Avalak's face was intertwined with love and hate.

The biggest trouble of the elves' nearly eternal life is sex.

Love between similar people quickly becomes unremarkable, losing its freshness and excitement.

Therefore, some elves felt the humans belonging to the alien race, attracted, coaxed, and abducted by them.

Laura Doron, the heir of the Ancient Blood, is the most famous representative of it. She is also the culprit who has caused the Ancient Blood to fall from the Ain'er tribe to another world.

The ancestors of Xiri.

Avarak sighed,

"The swift is mature...and I have never relaxed in searching for Bai Shuang in recent years."

"I peeled off the cocoon from a large amount of historical documents and finally found her whereabouts."

The elves created a light curtain again, and a pyramid-shaped blood tree stood in the curtain, with the top written on it-

Laura Doron Ep Hidahar, and Craignan of Lorde.

From top to bottom, he passed through several generations, including the sixth generation of Sintra's female lion Karanser and her husband, Prince Ebin, Rogner;

The seventh generation of Princess Sintra Paveta, and the hedgehog head Doni (Enhill Enris);

Finally, a name condensed into the bottom, Sintra's cub

Cialira Fiona Ellen Leanen

The gorgeous room suddenly became quiet.

The man who holds the power of the Wild Hunter clan, the sage who knows the best of ancient blood, stares at this name, and is relatively speechless.

Sinking into long memories.

"I found out that after the Battle of Sintra... Karanser and her granddaughter, Princess Xiri, who was in pure ancient blood, disappeared completely."

"It's even rumored in that world that she's gone...but the opposite is true - Karanhill has detected fluctuations in the ancient blood many times, in the Norwigre, Maripo, Skeliger Islands, and the strongest time was a few months ago, in the south of Vikvaro."

Avarak paused and suddenly stood up, his eyes terrifyingly shining.

"It's so strong that it's no less than the fluctuations in the battles of the ancient bloodlines in the clan that teleported the Red Knights to other worlds a few hundred years ago."

"This is enough to prove that the bloodline of our ancestors survived and was completely revived."

Avalak looked at Oberon,

"In the past few years, I will cooperate with Arretin to guide Baishuang with all my strength and have no time to get out of here."

"But now, Your Majesty, the crisis has been temporarily lifted. I beg you to send the most elite army to join me in the world of Ain Heidi, and bring back the long-lost ancient bloodlines of the tribe."

"This move must be done with all its might. Sending the Gate of the World to transform the Ghost Knight (Wild Hunter) is probably not enough. Some of the strong people in humans understand the preciousness of ancient blood and go against us."

Alawak said earnestly,

"I hope that Arretin and the most powerful navigator Karan Hill will take action to allow the Red Knights to physically teleport over and search them one by one."

In the tens of thousands of years of history of the Iron Al clan, the Red Knight is the pioneer of pioneering planes and the most powerful warrior.

Not only master outstanding martial arts and magic (human magic is learned from elves).

In the process of constantly avoiding cosmic disasters, a few members even learned to use the power of white frost.

The cold is pouring down, and everything becomes dead silent.

Oberon quietly pinched the gold neck ring between his neck - a symbol of ruler, which was called "torc'h" in ancient times.

After pondering for a while, he seemed to be hit by the pain point, and his face turned red abnormally.

"When the Red Knight brings the Swift back, what? Avarak, wouldn't you have the same idea as Arretin to let me and a mixed-race woman reproduce and create a new generation of ancient blood?"

Xili was his great-granddaughter for countless generations.

Avarak shook his head,

"It's a pity that Baishuang is imminent, and it's not realistic to have her pregnant with your child in a hurry."

Oberon breathed a sigh of relief.

"The biggest possibility at present is to let Swift and Karan Hill join forces to help our Ain El tribe move away from this world through the "Gate of the Worlds", and stay away from Ain Shedi's world. Avoid the upcoming glacier era."

Oberon sighed indifferently. From the beginning of memory, the entire tribe was afraid of the white frost and he was already tired.

"As long as the swift is in our hands," Avarak saw his thoughts and said confidently, "sooner or later, our clan will find a complete solution to Baishuang!"

"Then go, Avarak," Oberon turned around and faced the blue lake again, looking up at the dazzling sun in the sky, "Let honor return to Ain Al, and let her return to the right track of fate!"
Chapter completed!