Chapter two hundred and twenty-one, the t**t

The sound of horses'hooves rang in Armstrong's ears, and Armstrong raised his eyes to see that there were already five more elves riding UNICORNS around Moon Lan.

Standing to Moon Lan's left, one of the elves paraded in a slightly different outfit. The others paraded in light armor made of Leather and Rattan. And this fairy parade body is wearing a white robe, this month white robe simple and decent, wrapped in the female fairy graceful and graceful body, but some looming...

Wearing a robe on the head of the female Elf Laurel Programming Garland, silver hair scattered in the back, by the body of the light moonlight, let the world all lost the luster.

Looking at already looked at the cold Nebula, the Moon Lan angrily toward the cold nebula shouted: "Hello! You this evil fairy! Quick wake up! "

Hearing a thunderous sound, the cold nebula shuddered, pulled back from its dream into reality, and coughed awkwardly to hide its embarrassment.

The Female Elf, who had been "admired" by the cold Nebula for a long time, did not seem to be repelled. She smiled at the cold Nebula's embarrassing appearance, i am Å idlo, the high priestess. Please don't worry. If you are not spies of the human race, I promise you will not be in danger. If there is no objection, please come with us to be interrogated

Looking at the beautiful star, he spoke very politely. Cold Nebula nodded his head and said, "No problem. " Then he stepped forward and pushed away the bow and arrow pointing at his forehead.

"So you are not the spies sent by the humans, " said the elven elder, sitting high on his throne in a green robe, after a long time of reflection

After hearing the elder's question, the cold Nebula did not speak, but silently handed over the note of the grand master.

After receiving the note from the Cold Nebula and looking at it, the elder reality was silent for a moment, then he said, "the old fairy tales... I can't believe anyone still believes in such a ridiculous thing. Poor children living in fairy tales, go away, we elves can't help you. "

Hearing the elder give the order to leave, the Armstrong took a step forward anxiously and continued to plead: "Elder, please listen to me, please help cold nebula-sama, please help him back to his seat! "

Sheyd, who had been standing by as the elder inquired about the Armstrong and the Cold Nebula, stepped forward and held out his hand to the Armstrong that was still moving forward, he opened his mouth and said to the Armstrong, "well, Mr. Armstrong, the elder has much to do, please don't pursue this here, get out of the elven Grove, we won't give you any trouble, if you don't listen to reason, then you are the enemy of the elven clan... " . .. ."

Looking at the brilliance of cold so as to drive him and the Cold Nebula away, the Armstrong hastened to open his mouth and shouted: "elder, Cold Nebula is really an immortal, he can use the nether fire, and will shoot fire! "

"Armstrong! " The Cold Nebula never expected that the Armstrong would tell his story in a hurry. According to the cold Nebula's idea, he only wanted to complete the task assigned by the High Chancellor, do not want to let oneself can use the fire of the Nether world to know this matter, once this matter spread, do not know to him what will mean, perhaps will bring a lot of trouble.

But it was too late to stop the cold Nebula. The Armstrong had blown the whole thing wide open.

A fire-shooting Faerie is like dropping a nuclear bomb on the elven woodland. The few faeries who had just tried to push away the Armstrong and the cold Nebula all stood still, standing in front of Armstrong Xinghui is staring at the back of the long a pair of wings fairy clan, surprised a word can not say.

Although the elders of the elven clan were also in shock, they were still much more sedate than the people like Xinghui, and the surprise on their faces was fleeting, but she looked once more with great curiosity at the cold nebula standing in front of her, silently opening the mouth mutters: "The fairy clan with wings behind really exists... ". ... Does this faerie boy really shoot fire ? If there are fairies who can shoot fire, is there really a dragon in Monastic Republic of Mount Athos who can make wishes come true?"

The elves were once the first men of this land, the sons of the gods of creation, with their beautiful faces, their exquisite skills, and their timeless bodies. But as time went on, all sorts of things came into being, and in the course of dealing with them, the elves gradually lost the aura of the son of God, and their appearance began to be surpassed by other creatures, of course, that's what they think... ? But most of all, their bodies began to age, they were lost without immortality, and for generations they searched for a way to return to it, would the message of this faerie be useful now?

Thinking of this, the elder decided to test out the cold nebula first. If the cold nebula could really shoot fire out of its mouth, so whether he can send an Elf with him to the east of Monastic Republic of Mount Athos to find the legendary dragon, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, as the Elven family elder she can not let go.

"Is it true, then, that the faeries, called Cold Nebula, can shoot out of their fists the flames that destroy everything, as she says? " Asked the elder, seated high on his throne.

After hearing the elder's question, the Cold Nebula nodded helplessly, indicating that it could shoot out of its fist the kind of fire that would destroy everything, as the Armstrong had said. It had already been exposed by the Armstrong, and it would have been impossible to get out of the elven grove in safety if it had been denied. Since entering elven Grove, the Cold Nebula doesn't feel the friendliness the Armstrong says it does. Instead, it makes its way from the edge of the Grove to the Council Chamber of the Grand Elders, where heavily armed patrols patrol the grounds, with all this security, who knows what's going on with the elves.

Seeing the cold nebula nodding to indicate that it would shoot fire, the elves in the council chamber suddenly stirred up, if the Armstrong had said that cold nebulae were fire shooting faeries and that they were probably lying to stay here, now even cold nebulae himself has admitted it, I'm afraid it's true!

"Hey, did you see that? The fairy with the wings nodded, he really can shoot fire ah? "

"I didn't expect this legend to be true... If you can shoot out the kind of fire that can destroy everything, then the faeries will become the world's hegemony, right? "

"maybe... maybe it's only a winged fairy who shoots fire... "

The elder, sitting on his high throne, nodded to cold Nebula to show that he would shoot fire. He raised his hand slowly and took off a star-spangled Sapphire ring from his delicate white finger, the Sapphire Ring fell from the ledge to the ground, bouncing a few times before it landed just three steps ahead of the cold Nebula.

The grand elder sat on a high platform at least three or four meters high from the Cold Nebula. The ring with the huge Sapphire inlaid on it had fallen so many times that it did not break. Even the Sapphire did not have a crack.

When the Sapphire ring fell in front of the Cold Nebula, the cold nebula involuntarily hit a shiver, suddenly felt a cold attack to their own, the chill seemed to emanate from the Sapphire on the ring.

Looking at the cold, shivering Nebula, the elder smiled and said, "this ring is set with a blue polar stone. It is the coldest thing in the world. Ordinary fire can not be set alight even within one meter of it. ". Cold Nebula, since you claim to be able to shoot out the fire that destroys everything, please destroy it."

After hearing the elder's words, the cold nebula could not help but smile and said, "is this a test for me? Since this is the case... well, I'll show you a hand... "

Think of here cold nebula slightly raise hand, smile to big elder say: "Big elder, this Blue Pole stone is very precious? If I shoot the fire of the nether after it can disappear... "

"The fire you fire is called the Pale fire? That's all right, the blue stone is valuable, but it's worth the damage to prove the fairy tale, so... just do it, Mr. Cold Nebula, " the elder continued.

"Mr. Cold Nebula, hum, even the weight has changed? In that case, I'll show you my power! " Cold Nebula thought to lean back a little bit, after a deep breath, a faint fire shot out, straight shot to the ground that blue polar stone ring.

A moment later, when the glow of the cold Nebula had gone out, the blue polar stone ring on the ground had disappeared, replaced by a small heap of charred black cinders, and the chill of the blue polar rock was gone.