A vague figure slowly emerged from the sky, and it was vaguely evident that it was a handsome male elf.

He was wearing illusory armor, his eyes clear and pure, and with nostalgic and close eyes, he looked at the goddess in the sky.

“Uria——!”

Aurora on the ground called out a surprise.

The illusory figure slowly turned around and looked at the beautiful demigod with excitement.

His lips stammered, and he showed a relieved smile, as if he had said something...

Then, the illusory body suddenly burned and shone with brilliant light.

Aurora shook slightly and her eyes widened.

At this moment, He seemed to understand something...

"Uria!"

He suddenly exclaimed and extended his right hand to Uria in the sky.

In the air.

The illusory figure suddenly shattered.

Then... it turned into countless brilliant lights.

The brilliant light soared into the sky and began to dance in the air, like a flying elves.

For a moment, the entire sky was filled with flying beams of light.

They kept flying, shuttled and danced around the entire cliff of sorrow.

It seems to be saying goodbye to something.

It seems to be commemorating something again.

After circles and circles, they suddenly took off and rushed to the ground like falling meteors!

The next moment, they poured into the bodies of countless elves who were kneeling on the ground!

The soul fire of the undead suddenly brightened.

Their movements gradually became no longer dull, but became more agile and natural.

At this moment, Uria, the son of the earth, completed the souls of all the rock sand elves on the battlefield at the cost of completely sacrificing his soul!

They have regained themselves.

The undead stretched out their hands, and the flashing soul fire looked at the boned arm, and the body that had long been unrecognizable...

"What's wrong with me? I remember I... seem to be dead..."

A confused voice rang among the dead.

They looked around blankly, saw the frost elves, and the players.

The fire of the soul flashed brighter, and the sound of joy sounded between the dead:

"Comrades of the Frost Clan, I saw the comprades of the Frost Clan!"

"This is... the Wind Tribe? No, there are shadows and thunder! No! There are flames!"

"Everyone is here! Everyone is here!"

The soft light shines.

Shine on them.

The undead of the Rock Sand Tribe slowly raised their heads.

When they saw the sacred figure in the sky, the soul fire suddenly burst out with dazzling light, and an excited voice suddenly sounded:

"The Mother Goddess's Crown..."

"It's the Mother Goddess's Crown!"

"The Mother Goddess's Crown is back! The Mother Goddess's Crown is back!"

The sound of bone trembling is no longer mechanical, but is filled with sincere and fanatical feelings.

Then, they knelt down like elves of the Frost Tribe, and their voices were excited:

"The great and kind mother god's crown..."

"Welcome to your return!"

Looking at the skeleton undead who were kneeling devotion, the holy goddess in the sky opened her arms slightly.

"Go home, kids."

"Thank you for your hard work..."

An ethereal voice sounded in the consciousness of the undead.

When they heard this sound, their bodies trembled slightly, and then they slowly raised their heads.

A faint halo bloomed on their bodies.

Illusory figures slowly rose from the bones...

They were the souls of the elves.

They have men and women, old and young.

There are priests wearing priestly robes, hunters and warriors wearing leather armor.

There are more and more illusory souls, rising.

Gradually, the sky was filled with the sky.

They bowed to the beautiful goddess, with a respectful and pious attitude.

Then, these illusory figures turned into blue light, hovered up, rushed into the sky, and disappeared into the dazzling starry sky...

They returned to the Kingdom of God of the Mother God.

Losing the support of the soul, the broken bones fell down like machinery that had lost their power.

Finally, in a ray of light, it turned into ashes.

On the entire battlefield, only the frost elves who worshiped the goddess in tears, and the players who were infected by the atmosphere and under the control of some mysterious force majeure, also worshiped the goddess...

At the same time, a staircase of light poured down, from the light gate in the sky to the top of the cliff.

That's the way home.

That is the journey that the frost elves have been waiting for for thousands of years!

The Frost Elf's faith is always loyal to the Mother God.

Where the glory of the Mother Goddess shines is their home...

The shining light formed the Avenue of Heaven, and the players participating in the battle took action and stood on both sides of the ladder.

Their backs were straight, like guards who welcomed the return of the elves.

Sibo, who was standing on the top of the cliff, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

He also stood in the players' team and stood on the side of the ladder.

Seeing the staircase full of glory and looking at the tribe members standing on both sides of the staircase, the frost elves burst into tears.

Demigod Aurora slowly stood up, her clear eyes filled with tears.

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He took a deep breath and said with a trembling voice:

"Grandmen, let's go home!"

"go home!"

The elves shouted excitedly.

Then, the Frost Elves took action again.

They held hands and formed a long team and advanced towards the golden stairs on the top of the cliff!

I don’t know who it was, but I sang the songs of the elves again.

Soothing singing floats among the cliffs:

"It's so bright, and the night is about to disappear."

"The morning light at dawn slowly awakens the sleeping creatures"

"The music sounds soothingly, and the melodious surging"

"The flowers bloom slowly, emitting a natural fragrance"

"Sunrise and sunset"

“There will be new hope at the beginning of every day”
To be continued...