Game of the World Tree

The glorious bloom is blooming.

At this moment, the goddess in the sky is like a golden sun.

The glory of the power is shining, and it will shine from the sky.

Waisherome.

That ray seems to have a magical power, shining on the earth, from the center, slowly spreading ...

Golden photons start floating on sad cliffs, rotating.

In the praise song, holy brilliance slowly sweeped, swept the vicissitudes of the undead, swept the ugly frost wizard, swept away the mission of the fight, swept the evil abyss creature ...

All the devils that have been taken with monsters have been compatible.

Under the eyes of the elf, in the sight of the players, the abyss creatures stopped attacking, and they constantly rose black fog ...

Gradually, the fog gradually be replaced by golden photons.

In a sound, the devil and the monsters fell into a group of golden fireworks ...

Then, I saw the battlefield, the collapsed giant black tide, from the center to the periphery, quickly digestive.

Another fireworks bloom on the battlefield and followed the footsteps of the Shenggua.

The sacred rays continue to spread, spread ...

More "Fireworks" bloom in black oceans ...

Soon, there is a whole land!

For a time, the whole world is overwhelmed by the ocean of the light!

Countless golden photons continue to rise, beautiful.

Even the sky is shine as bright as white.

The frost wizards looked at this miraculous scene, and the hands were still dripped in black, and the green blood of the green blood slowed down.

Then, they suddenly felt that the warm power poured into their own body.

That is light.

The vigorous vitality broke out in the body of every frost, like anth bite, and itch from the body.

They looked at each other's appearance and widened their eyes, and then couldn't help but touch them on their faces.

Those sarcomas, those rotted pustard, those who represent the contamination of the abyss, is flying quickly!

The white and delicate skin reappears on their cheeks, and the yellowed hair is re-emitted.

The number of unsuccessful wounds is slowly healing.

Even the arms of the battle are lost, or the disability has been left over the years ago, at this moment, it is still restored!

The strength of the body is getting fill, the more the breath of life is, the more weighted ...

It's like a change, just like a new job.

Gradually, the figure of the road has been completely disappearance.

Instead, it is a very beautiful elf.

The blue long hair fluttering behind them, the ice blue eyes are strong and persistent.

Just, at this moment, the strong eyes are gradually covered by tears.

Excited sound, mixing happiness, starting in the crowd:

"Disappeared ... Curse disappeared! Pollution disappeared!"

"The power of the mother ... this is the power of the mother!"

"He returns! Him is coming!"

The frost wizards turned around and looked at the dazzling figure in the sky.

Running on the body, warm soft.

It is like returning to the mother's embrace.

Their gods are more and sincere, but also more excited.

Tears is full of eyes, that is not sad, not pain, but happiness and surprises.

They slowly worship, and they worshiped the film towards the sky.

Luo Wei's surprise.

Looking at the normal people, His eyes are full of excitement.

But soon, He saw that there were countless golden photons toward themselves.

At this moment, Luo Rura suddenly felt a hot life of life and poured into their own body!

That will repair His body and purify this pollution on him.

The scorpion on Him is actually started to fall by themselves, and the layered sarcoma is slowly disappeared.

After a while, the holy body that exudes soft halo is new.

Extend your hands, watching the body of the pure power, perceive the power of the filling, Luo Juzheng, lifting the head, looking to the great figure in the sky.

The beautiful figure faintly cast, revealing a touch of smile.

Seeing the gentle smile, Luo Wei felt that he was happy and satisfied.

At this moment, the hardships and loneliness of thousands of years have seem to all value ...

At this moment, the sadness of thousands of years, all smoke is disappeared!

He respectfully hangs the head, the soft voice is full of unprecedented excitement and kisheng:

"The great kind mother is lighter ..."

"Your faithful servant, dawn star Luo Li, welcome your return!"

The frost wizards have also hanging down the heads, and the sound and exciting sound slowly sounded:

"The great kind mother is lighter ..."

"Welcome your return!"

That sound, mighty, loud.

The echo is long long ...

At this time, the countless bone collision has come to the battlefield.

The frost wizards look back, see those who broke down, and come to them.

The Undeading Legion formed by these elves dead soul also stopped actions.

They are mechanically raised from the general skull, looking toward the gines in the sky.

The fire of the soul in the eye nest is dramatically jumped.

"Uria" looked at the sacred figure.

The body that has already been defeated, and the old rock sediment is slow and slowly collapsed, and then single knee.

He lifted almost right hand, slowly put it in your chest.

With His action, the undead on the ground also throw away the defeated weapons.

They are equally single, the holy goddess in the sky ...

There is no speech.

No sound.

Only the fire of the flicker, and "Uria" suddenly became a little smart.

"Mother ... God ..." Next ...

His voice is still moving.

But under that, it was more emotional emotions.

"Mother ... God ..." Next ...

There is no number of mechanical sluggish sounds, and the undeads have also learned the same voice.

The rotten giant is slowly lifted, "Uria" is difficult to draw a tree symbol in the chest.

His ugly face slowly exposed a stiff smile.

Then, the rays gradually covered in His body.

His huge body, start slowly collapse ...

The colorful gold is slowly diffused, and ultimately it is a flying photon.

At this moment, "Uria" is turned into light.

A blurred figure slowly lifted, vaguely identifiable is a handsome male elf.

He wears unrealist warfare, whispering and pure, with attachment and close eyes, looking at the goddess in the sky.

"Uria -!"

Luo Ruala on the ground showed a surprise call.

The illusory figure slowly looked back, and he looked at the beautiful half of the eyes.

His lips are moving, showing an emoticated smile, it seems to say something ...

Then, the illusory body suddenly burned and bloomed glory.

Ou Fu was slightly trembled and widened.

At this moment, He seems to understand what ...

"Uria!"

He suddenly exclaimed, and reached the right hand to Uria in the sky.

Half-air.

The illusory figure suddenly crushed.

Then ... it is a bright light.

The brilliant light rushing up and started to dance in the air, like the flying elf.

For a time, the entire sky is flooded by a high-definite beam.

They are constantly flying, surrounding the whole sad cliff, shuttle, dancing.

It seems to be a good one.

It seems to be commemoked.

After surrounded by another circle, they suddenly increased, and the falling meteors generally rushed to the ground!

Next moment, they poured into the countless elves that fell into the ground!

The fire of the soul of the undead is sudden and bright.

Their movements gradually become no longer tits, but they are naturally gotten.

At this moment, the son of the earth Uria is at the expense of their own soul, which complements all the souls of all the rock sand elf!

They re-have themselves.

I saw that the undeads extended their hands, and the fire of the flashing soul looked at the white arm, looked at the body that had already faced unrecognizable ...

"I ... what happened? I remember me ... it seems that it is dead ..."

The fascinating sound rang in the undead.

They walked around and saw the frost elf and saw the player.

The fire of the soul flashes more bright, the sound of the voice sounds between the undead:

"The companion of the ice cream, I saw the companion of the ice cream!"

"This is ... the fancy family? No, there is Shadow and Thunder! No! There is also a flame!"

"Everyone is! Everyone is!"

Soft glorious sprinkle.

Illustrated on them.

The undead of the rock tribe slowly looked up.

When they see the sacred figure in the sky, the fire of the soul suddenly broke out the eye, the exciting voice hung:

"Mother and God ..."

"It's the mother and god!"

"The mother gods returned! The mother and gods returned!"

The sound of the skeletal tremor is no longer mechanical, but is full of love and enthusiasm.

Then, they are like the wizards of the frost tribe, and they will be worshiped, and the sound is excited:

"The great kind mother is lighter ..."

"Welcome your return!"

Looking at the heart of the devout, the holy goddess on the sky opened slightly.

"Go home, children."

"You have worked hard……"

In the consciousness of the undead, there was a sound voice.

Hear this voice, their body is slightly fed, and then slowly lifts the head.

A faint gratin is blooming on their body.

A illusory figure is slowly rising from the bones ...

That is a soul of the Elf.

They have men who have women, there are fewer old.

There is a priest wearing a priest robe, and there is also a hunter and a warrior wearing a leather.

The illusory soul is growing, and it is constantly rising.

Gradually, the sky is covered.

They worship their beautiful goddess, and they respect and devout.

Then, this unrealite figure is blue, hovering, rushing into the sky, disappearing in the bright starry sky ...

They returned to the God of the mother.

Losing the soul, the fire-lapse of the hardcore, if you lose your motivation, you have fallen.

In the end, in a light, it turned into ashes.

About the battlefield, only the tears of the goddess, the goddess of the goddess, and the infection of the atmosphere, and in a mysterious force-effective manner, the players who worshiped to the goddess ...

At the same time, a ladder of a ray is poured down, and the optical door from the sky is straight to the top.

That is the way to go home.

That is the road of frosting wits waiting for thousands of years!

The belief of the frost wizard will always be loyal to the mother.

The glorious place of the mother, is their home ...

The shining rays have formed a Tongtian Avenue, and the players who participated in the war have actually acting, standing on both sides of the ladder.

Their waist is straight, just like the guards returned to the elves.

Sai Bo standing on the top of the cliff wiped the tears of the eye.

He also stood in the player's team and stationed on one side of the ladder.

Seeing that the glorious ladder, looking at the people standing on the side of the ladder, the frost wizards tears.

Half God has slowed down, and the clear eyes were filled with tears.

He sucked a breath, and he said:

"People, we go home!"

"Come back home!"

The elves shouted excitedly.

Then, the frosty wizards act again.

They handled their hands and formed a long team, moving towards the golden ladder of the cliff!

I don't know who it is, I will sing the song of the Elf.

Soothing song, floating between mountain cliffs:

"Tian Meng Meng, the night wants to hide"

"The morning light slowly wakes up the sleeping creature"

"Music is soothing, melodious"

"The flowers are blooming, and natural fragrances"

"Rising Sunset"

"There will be new hopes every day."

"..."

It is still "the early morning".

It is still the melody that is familiar with the moving.

However, this time, there is no grief, there is no sadness.

Some, only hope and joy ...

Singing vicissitudes, high, and bright.

In the moving song, the long team moves slowly, moves.

The frost wizards are hand-held, shoulders and shoulders, cross the ladder of the sky.

In the end, disappearing in the golden light ...

Until the last frost elf's figure entered the golden triumphant stone door, the radiance of the whole sad cliff was slow.

At this moment, Sai Bo has been crying.

That is not sad, but touched.

But the next moment, his movement was stiff to his face.

I saw that the players paused a moment, and their eyes looked at the elf city below the following.

They were silent for a few seconds, and then they were in general, rushing to rush towards the ruins of the equipment on the ground after a fear ...

Sai Bo: ......

Seeing this scene, the sky was shrouded in the mouth of the mouth in the holy light.

He shook his head slightly and looked at the distance.

That is the direction of mythology dragon chasing.

Glossing, His figure disappeared on the sky.