8mi Chapter 491 Confession
Chapter 491 Confession
With the miraculous operations of the God of Forging, the sand and rock magma in his hands were gradually kneaded into a huge forging furnace.
When the God of Forging used his own hands to knead the sandy magma into shape, there was only enjoyment and joy in his eyes, with no other chaotic emotions at all.
The God of Forging, a life born only for forging.
In his eyes, forging is everything to him and the meaning of life.
Polishing and forging all the things he has seen and can touch, and making them into exquisite tools and works of art. The feeling of satisfaction is enough for the God of Forging to give up all efforts for it.
With the forging god's operation, the gravel magma in his hands turned into a huge molten furnace within minutes.
With the help of this furnace, the temperature of the flame in the hand of the Forging God suddenly rose several levels, sparks flew everywhere, and the temperature suddenly rose.
Looking at the forging furnace in front of him, the God of Forging put his finger into the furnace and used his body to feel the temperature of the furnace fire.
After controlling the heat, the God of Forging placed the cactus spikes behind him into the forging furnace one by one.
Neither the God of Forging nor the God of Dreams immediately sent any message to their super-level companions after they unlocked the seal.
They were all minding their own business.
At the same time, at the edge of the outer battlefield, the white-haired boy was flying inland with the Elf King.
The two of them were chatting while flying in the air.
The white-haired boy looked at the vast land beneath him, with a look of nostalgia in his eyes.
"After so many years, I wonder how my dragon tribe is developing now. Is it still a first-class race in the world? How is it getting along with the guys from the Titan tribe?"
The Elf King next to the white-haired young man couldn't help complaining when he heard this:
"Do you still need to ask whether your dragon clan is developing well?"
"Above the entire world, in the absence of super-level creatures, dragon creatures that are not yet ninth-level are firmly occupying the top of the world's pyramid."
"Beyond the ninth-level dragons, there are also ancient dragons whose strength is as high as half a super-level."
"The strength of a newborn pure-blood dragon can reach the third or even fourth level. If it is allowed to grow up healthily, it will be at least a seventh-level extraordinary monster when it reaches adulthood."
"If you put in a little effort, you can reach the eighth level directly. If Weiwei works hard, you can reach the ninth level directly. Upgrading is as smooth as water."
"With such a strong racial strength, it will be difficult for you dragons to live a bad life."
Having said this, even the Elf King showed a look of envy on his face.
What kind of dragon? This is clearly the proud son of this world.
This is the case in this world. Sometimes the gap between origin and race determines the fate of two creatures.
Some people are born in Rome, and some people are born as cows and horses.
The destination some creatures can reach throughout their lives cannot even reach their starting point.
The gap between living things is so terrifying and so great that it makes people despair.
And it doesn’t matter that the dragon race is the most powerful race in the world. Even one of the most powerful creatures among super-level creatures is the dragon god of the dragon race. Is this fair?
This is simply unfair...
Even though the Elf King at this moment has been a super-level creature for many years, he is still aggrieved by this.
Faced with the complaints from the Elf King next to him, the white-haired boy scratched his head in embarrassment and tried to change the subject.
"Hey, actually the Titans are not much worse than our Dragons."
"Our Dragon Clan's only opponent in this world is the Titan Clan."
"And among the super-level creatures, the only one who can fight me is the Titan God."
The Elf King, who originally looked angry, suddenly became even more angry after hearing the words of the white-haired young man.
"By the way, there are also those guys from the Titan tribe. They are also outrageous. Why are you guys so strong from birth? You are all rough-skinned and thick-skinned, and you are the strongest at the same time."
"And we elves are not only physically fragile, but we are not particularly familiar with fighting."
"After everyone has eaten, they just lie down at home and enjoy themselves. There is no motivation at all."
"It's because of this that we elves have so few strong men. It's really a waste of your good elemental affinities."
Speaking of the Elf King here, there is quite a feeling that he hates iron and cannot become steel.
Looking at the unwilling Elf King next to him, the white-haired boy could only change the subject again and asked the Elf King:
"Hey, by the way, you have lifted the seal for so long, haven't you gone to find your own clan? How are the elves doing now?"
When the white-haired boy asked this question, the elf king who was still complaining suddenly stopped talking and became silent.
Looking at the silent Elf King beside him, the white-haired boy looked confused.
Damn it, I didn’t say something wrong again, and it exploded, right?
Sure enough, just when the white-haired boy regretted his words, the Elf King suddenly replied to him with a lonely face:
: "You may still not believe it, but I can't find the place where the elves are."
"I searched all over this continent, but I couldn't find my tribe."
"The place where our elves originally lived has been abandoned for a long time, and there is no longer any elves."
"I also specifically asked the aliens living around me, but they all said they didn't know."
"It wasn't until I learned about the secret realm of the elves from their mouths and the history of the Ten Thousand Years since we were sealed that I finally understood why my fellow elves chose to leave here."
"In my absence, our members of the elves have been reduced to the level of slaves."
"Those top warriors among all races, those with strength up to the ninth level, use my elves as slaves to sell and trade."
"We, the elves, ended up in such a miserable end because we were unable to resist the plunder from other races."
"If they hadn't happened to encounter a secret space and survived in it, maybe my elves would have been exterminated long ago."
Having said this, the Elf King's expression suddenly became a little sad, and he sighed slightly.
"Sure enough, a few Ten Thousand Years ago I protected my people so well that they ended up like this after losing my protection."
"It was my excessive doting that harmed them."
The white-haired boy looked at the face of the Elf King and was speechless for a long time.
Because now he doesn't know what to say to the Elf King, so he can only let the other party vent.