Chapter 1101

Although the elves gathered together, they spared no effort to support the magic border of defending the city. However, compared with the doomsday flood, the power of the border is still not enough. The whole brilliant and magnificent city, surrounded by the flood, is like a lonely city, which may topple completely at any time. The same is true of the magic border.

The continuous rain in the sky, the rising water level and the increasing power of the flood. These, with the passage of time, the power is constantly increasing, and is in an endless state.

And the elves, in these hundreds of years, although the development of a unique magic civilization. However, their level of civilization is still shallow, and it is a rare thing to be able to support them under the threat of the flood. Today, the elves are just surviving. With the increase of the flood power, their reserves have gradually dried up.

At that time, once the magic border to protect the city dissipates, then the whole city will be completely engulfed by a big flood. At that time, no matter how strong the city the elves built and how unique and advanced civilization they developed, they will follow a big flood and disappear completely!

In the face of such a critical moment of life and death, all the elf mages who grew up for only a few hundred years gathered together. They spend a long time, sleep and food around the whole city, in each node of the city arranged magic array. And in the following time, the wizard wizard constantly checks the magic nodes around the city, makes up for the loopholes, and carries out the necessary pre inspection and so on.

Finally, the elves activate the magic border to protect the city. But at the same time, while the elves are protected by the magic border activated by themselves, they are also trapped in the city protected by the magic border.

Because they activated the magic border, at the moment of the flood, they survived successfully. They avoid being like animals in the forest or human beings in other areas, because most of them are killed in the waves of the great flood. Although, up to now, there are still a considerable number of people left everywhere, continue to busy looking for safe places to escape the flood. Compared with this group of displaced and precarious human beings and animals, the elves are undoubtedly happy so far.

Although, they are also facing the threat of destruction from the flood, but before, at least they still have clean and warm clothes to wear, enough food to eat, and clean and warm houses to shelter from the wind, rain and cold. Although, at the moment when the enchantment disappears, all this will be completely engulfed by the flood. But, at least until then, the days of the elves are still happy.

They have a tall city to protect themselves, have a magic border to resist the flood, and a group of spirit mages work hard to maintain the border. All the problems and dangers are faced by these wizard spirits, as well as the rulers and leaders of the ethnic group. Most of the elves, led by the Elven priests, kneel in front of the tree of life and constantly pray to the Father God who created them.

Although, this prayer again and again, did not get any response. But in this desperate background, every elf needs faith to repose, not to mention different from the false faith, the object of their faith is real. Even now, the faith has not responded to their prayers. The elves are still kneeling on the cold ground, praying over and over again, chanting the God's name in the prayer, calling for the creator of their family to save them from the threat of the flood that devours people's lives.

In the city, the towering minaret, flashing continuous magic halo. From the top of the tower, the sharp needle that stands straight into the cloud radiates magic light, continuous magic power, and constantly blesses and stabilizes the magic border guarding the city. However, with the increasing power of the flood, the magic border protecting the city is no longer stable. The lingering halo of magic began to flicker, and the energy consumed also began to increase. All these changes made the faces of the wizard wizard who maintained the stability of the magic border look very ugly.

They know that their energy resources will not last long. Maybe in the next second, the magic border that protects them will disappear completely.

Sitting on the top floor of the high tower, one of the wizard stood up silently, looking at the magic hub with beautiful magic halo in front of them, one by one speechless. The atmosphere of the scene became extremely dull, but every wizard's face was calm and relieved, not the fear and panic when facing death.

"Masters, protecting our border is going to be unbearable. Our energy is about to run out. I'm very happy to be able to fight for our ethnic group with you at the last moment. " An elf in a gorgeous mage's robe said so. His face was very calm, and his eyes glanced at his colleagues standing around the magic hub. He said, "we have used all the methods we have learned in our life to fight against the great flood, and we have been fighting to the last moment. Now, the border is about to disappear. I hope our souls can meet again in the kingdom of the father and learn magic together

This is the end of the last words. All the elves and mages present salute each other together, and then say, "may our souls meet again in the kingdom of Father God, and may the inheritance of elves gather again, and rekindle the flame of magic!"

With that, all the elves and mages sort out their wrinkled clothes slowly, and then ring the big bell hanging on the top of the tower. With the sound of melodious and solemn bells, the elves praying silently in front of the tree of life stood up slowly and saluted solemnly in the direction of the tower.

The ringing of the death knell expressed one thing to them, which had been explained clearly by the wizard in advance.

This shows that the elves and mages have done their best. At the same time, it also conveys the scene that the border is about to disappear, the energy is about to run out, and the great flood of extinction is about to come, so that their people will be fully prepared to cope with the great flood.

All the elves know the meaning of the bell and the coming moment.

Every ELF's face was not filled with panic and fear, but just like the elf mages, they were calm and faced with death. After saluting the group of spirit mages who have done their best for the survival of the group. The elves knelt down again in front of the tree of life. Under the leadership of more than a dozen priests, they continued to recite their prayers over and over again. However, today's prayer is a different word.

"The great God of nature, the creator of Forest Elves, the creator of magic and civilization. Your country, high above the sky, overlooking the world. Your wisdom is as invisible as the sea. Your mind and kindness give everything a foothold and a place to live. You are the embodiment of nature, the entity of rules in the human world, your people and children. I pray that you can revive in your country after death and bathe in your glory again... "

Over and over again, all over the mourning prayer, constantly recited by the elves. Echoing in front of the tree of life, the same prayer was recited in the heart again and again by the group of wizard who stood on the tower. At this moment, all the elves seem to have forgotten death. In the hearts of every elves, they begin to look forward to the kingdom of God, eager to revive from there after death, and continue to create the magic civilization of elves.

These prayers are constantly recited and echoed in front of the tree of life. Finally, they follow the hurricane into the sky and pass to the huge snow mountain in the distance. Finally, they gather together and come into the ears of the gods with huge beliefs.

The enchantment of magic dissipated, and the flood blocked by the enchantment came unstoppably. Where they go, there is nothing to stop them. The high water waves block the sky. Even standing on the high tower, they can clearly feel the coming flood. In front of it, whether it is the tower at the foot or the magnificent city where the tower stands, it is like a toy, small and fragile. The flood, which is sweeping by, covers the sky and the earth. The great momentum spreads all over the place. The elves also look at the advancing flood with each other's eyes! But, in their heart, actually suddenly rose one kind of joy!