Chapter 80

What he meant was that he wanted Lin Jie to give him guidance when he really took action.

In addition, judging from his attitude, it also has the meaning of loyalty and submission... Is this a novice plot given to an initial partner? Or was he given the best sword in the village?

Lin Jie raised his eyebrows, took two steps back and stood up, "Have you thought about it? Is this your decision?"

"What you really want to do is not something I can solve with just a few words. It needs to be carried out by yourself. For the sins you committed, the past you have wasted, and the subjects you have forgotten , no one will come to forgive you, if you still maintain that cowardly mentality, then just continue to hide here."

These words are not intended to hit this guy's self-confidence, but to use the method to his advantage.

Anyway, I don't know how long this dream can last. It seems good to give a tragic character some psychological counseling, pour a sip of chicken soup, and let him find the hope of life again.

He is simply the light of the righteous way, and he feels that his whole body is full of positive energy.

Kendela straightened up again, and said in a low voice with serious eyes: "I understand."

"My soul has long been spent in the ages of eternity. As the punishment for my crimes, the abyss-like vicious resentment turned into a crazy curse entangled me, and even became me..."

"When the curse dissipates, what remains here is just the last obsession of my soul."

"You are right, I just want to use other people's forgiveness to give myself an excuse to escape. I am indeed not qualified, but it is not that I am not qualified to do anything for my kingdom and my people, but I have no right to be cowardly anymore."

"This time, there is no more glory, and I am no longer the Elven King Kendela. I am just... an exile returning home."

The elf wearing the laurel crown looked down at the scorched earth and said, "Before I perish completely, I think I should do something instead of begging others to give me something."

"Even though my kingdom no longer exists on this land after tens of thousands of years, my people still live here."

Over ten thousand years, the former giants and elves have withdrawn from the stage of history.

The madness, resentment, and memory of those killed by the sword's curse haunted his soul.

He has witnessed the history of Azir, and also watched those two once glorious countries, which finally turned into a vain legend.

Human beings built a huge city named "Nuojin" on the once scorched earth ruins.

as prosperous as his kingdom.

Elves and other demons and spirits live in seclusion in the forest, and a small number of them hide in human cities and integrate into their lives.

Even the elves, who are long-lived species, have long been accustomed to the life of the family as a unit.

The wheel of history will not wait, and it is impossible for the kingdom of elves to reappear.

Then let's do something real, this time, he can use the last remaining strength to protect his people and the country once again.

Instead of dying in obscurity, it is better to burn what is left of you.

Kendela looked up at the young man in front of him, and said, "I think the only thing I can do now is one thing."

Lin Jie beckoned him to "say" with encouraging eyes.

"I ask you to help me and give me a chance to fight for my people again at the last moment. Please use this sword as a weapon to kill the god who came from the dream."

"Thousands of years ago, I held the desire to kill God, but retreated before God, and went crazy because I looked directly at God, which eventually led to the tragedy of the kingdom's destruction."

"Ten thousand years later, on the same land, I want to fulfill this wish, not for myself, but only for my people who are still living in this land."

Kendela's eyes were sincere and bright: "I will offer you my absolute loyalty and the most precious tribute, and I hope you will forgive me for this last presumptuous request before my demise."

Is this an assignment? But it doesn't sound like it's difficult for a novice...

Is this dream so random? Come up and kill God directly.

Or is this actually a tutorial for beginners?

Moreover, Lin Jie didn't want to do strenuous exercise in his dream, which is really contrary to the meaning of "sleep".

He was a little embarrassed: "Wait a minute, to be honest, fighting... I'm not very good at it."

This kind of thing that has never been done before, even in a dream is enough, right?

He's a decent civil servant.

Now he is also a very serious bookstore owner. As a professional life mentor, Lin Jie has his own idol burden.

It's one thing not to be very good at it, but another thing to play badly. Even in a dream, you've given people good advice and said a lot of high-quality words, only to end up with a few flat slashes with a sword. , Even if you win, it's a shame, okay?

Too much damage to his bright mentor image.

At this time, Lin Jie felt that lucid dreaming was bad for this. He clearly realized that he was dreaming, but at the same time, he couldn't do things with peace of mind that he couldn't do in reality.

Last time in Bai Yin's dream, he could conjure up a book, which is already considered to be quite imaginative.

Candela took off his laurel crown with his hands, and said softly: "You don't have to worry too much, I will become your strength, and even your horse, as I said - I will become your sword."

He held up the laurel crown and handed it to Lin Jie: "Although I am no longer a king, the crown is still on me when I die. After that, the kingdom is destroyed, and no one can inherit the crown. My most precious treasure, perhaps worthless to others, I dedicate it to you, laying down all my glory."

Lin Jie took over the crown woven from laurel branches. The branches were extremely hard and had a white metallic luster. There was a moon-white gemstone inlaid in the middle, which was very beautiful.

Before he could take a second look, the laurel wreath turned into white light, and as soon as his wrist became hot, it turned into a white ring-shaped mark.

"The crown is already a part of my soul. It is the seal of the Elf King, and it is the only item I can use to thank you."

Candela explained.

Lin Jie touched his wrist, feeling... nothing, as if he had drawn something on his wrist.

"Now..." The elf changed from kneeling to half-kneeling, put his hand on the hilt of the sword on his chest, held it, and then slowly pulled out a section.

There was no blood or other tissue, and the elf's chest was a black hole.

The long sword like a flame showed its edge, illuminating the dark ruins around it.

Nearly half of the blade came out, and Kendela had already stood up.

He was taller than Lin Jie imagined.

Lin Jie once estimated that Baiyin was about 2 meters long, so the elf in front of him was about 2.5 meters tall, but the armor outlined his figure in a very heroic and graceful manner, without appearing burly or bloated.

When Kendela pulled out most of the sword, he sent it to Lin Jie.

"Please pull it out - and I will fight for you."

Lin Jie stretched out his hand and held the hilt of the sword. When he touched the cold and gorgeous ornamentation, he saw the life of Kendela, the king of elves, rolling in, in the era he said was without light and fire.

He held up light and flames, like the sun, against the current, and threw them at God...

He is the only brave one.