Chapter 1670: Shocked Ymir

"The elves have the protection of the elven king, but you are begging me to protect yours?"
Ao Fan's voice sounded, and Lucy's face changed in an instant, her head was on the ground, and her voice slightly trembled and said: "Dragon King, the Elf King does not intend to protect the night elves."
There are countless branches of the elven clan, and the elven king, as the main god, has been blessing all the clan.
But the night elves were an exception, and they were regarded as heretics from the beginning.
Without the protection of the Elf King, the night elves are constantly plundered by other races because of their unique appearance.
Lucy, as a saint, can only wander among the chambers.
Even the night elves are scattered among the chambers, and there is no time to take care of Lucy's safety.
The saints of the elves have fallen to this point, and they are also hard to find in the world.
At this time, Ao Fan naturally knew the misery of the night elves. The reason why he asked such a question was to test what Lucy meant.
I saw that Lucy hesitated slightly for a moment, and then told Ao Fan about the situation she encountered right now.
The corners of Ao Fan's mouth raised slightly, and he said: "It is not difficult to protect your family. I promise you this matter."
As he said, Ao Fan suddenly chuckled, and said seductively: "If you want, I can even help you kill the Elf King."
As soon as the voice fell, I saw that Lucy's expression changed, and it took a long time to come back to her senses, and her expression was full of horror.
Kill the Elf King! ?
Only at that moment, Lucy really felt that she almost couldn't help the temptation.
But Lucy knew that she couldn't do this.
Once the Elf King is killed, the entire Elf race will collapse, but many weak Elf races will be completely strangled.
If you want to keep the elves, not to become sinners of the elves, and to defeat the elves, then there is only one way.
That is to replace it!
It's just that Lucy doesn't have this kind of strength at this time, and can only give up this illusion temporarily.
Lucy raised her head and looked at Ao Fan, with a firm look on her face.
"Dragon King, Lucy has to do this alone."
Tu Sheng, how far out of reach?
Judging from Lucy's current cultivation base, at least he has to reach the realm of a saint to be able to have this strength.
But Ao Fan didn't hit the opponent, just a faint smile appeared on his face, and then he said: "Since you have your own ideas, I won't say much."
Lucy nodded, then stood up, a little excited in her heart.
Being able to receive the blessing of the Dragon Emperor was perhaps the most correct decision she had made in her life.
...
Ymir was still on the way to the shrine, and the excitement in his heart was beyond words.
Things did not exceed my expectations. As the army of the gods began to shrink, this was not only the case in Jotunheim, but also in other places.
It seems that the God Realm is indeed in big trouble, otherwise it won't be like this.
As long as their giants can unite, they will have the opportunity to occupy the gods, and then they will be the heroes of the giants.
At that time, he will be able to become the patriarch of the giant clan, the new main god!
Every time he thought of this, Ymir couldn't restrain the excitement in his heart, and he didn't even notice too much movement in the shrine.
The figure fell from the sky, and Ymir walked towards the inside of the shrine with his head held high.
Just walking into the hall, Ymir was taken aback, looking at the theme of the hall with some surprise.
Fabuti and Surtel were not there. The things that had been negotiated, but at this time they did not see them, and Ymir couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.
After hesitating a little, Ymir flashed in his eyes and walked towards the throne.
There was a faint excitement in his expression. Since Fabuti is not there, it should be no problem to sit by himself.
Sitting firmly on the throne, a smile appeared on Ymir's face.
Just as Ymir was immersed in it, a voice suddenly sounded.
"Comfortable?"
"Comfortable~"
"Like it?"
"Like~"
"Would you like to sit for a lifetime?"
"This throne is mine~"
He closed his eyes and said slowly, Ymir's eyes opened suddenly, and a trace of surprise flashed in his expression.
"who is it!?"
He glanced across the hall, but found that no one appeared, and Ymir was suddenly shocked.
Who else is in this hall besides himself?
"Fabuti, don't pretend to be a fool!"
After a shout, there was only an echo in the hall, and Fabuti was still not seen.
Just as Ymir was thinking about what was going on, Ao Fan slowly walked out from behind the pillar.
His eyes fell on Na Ymir, and a smile appeared on Ao Fan's face.
"who are you!?"
Ymir looked at Ao Fan with vigilance, a touch of surprise appeared in his expression.
"I am the Dragon King."
Ao Fan said faintly, but Ymir frowned when he heard the name.
Dragon King? Dragon people?
Why do dragons appear here?
Looking at Ao Fan with a look of surprise, Ymir's face sank, and he said coldly: "Are you a dragon?"
Without returning to the question of Ymir, Ao Fan said indifferently: "A thousand years ago, you killed a frost dragon. Is it true?"
When Ymir heard this, he was taken aback for a moment, and then his face changed slightly.
But there was no fear in my heart.
"Are you going to avenge that dragon? It seems that God can enjoy the thrill of slaying a dragon again."
Hearing Ymir said this, a smile appeared on Ao Fan's face.
The Long Wei on his body showed off and looked at Ymir in front of him with a sneer: "It looks like you have only a dead end."
"Arrogant, this dragon slaying is exceptionally handy, you have never returned today!"
Ymir laughed, a blue light in his hand began to converge, and a cold current rolled up in the hall.
Countless frost began to emerge, and the power of Ymir began to accumulate.
A smile appeared on Ao Fan's face as he watched the frost that spread in that moment.
Seeing that frost was about to hit, a flame instantly ignited in front of Ao Fan.
The violent cold current was blocked in an instant, and it was difficult to make any further progress.
The smile on Ymir's face instantly condensed, and his eyes were full of horror watching this scene.
"How can it be?"
Yimir Wan never expected that his spell would be blocked by Ao Fan so easily.
Seeing that Ao Fan's finger flicked, a ray of light spread from the flame.
The moment that light spread, it turned into a flame.
Where the flame passed, all the frost was dispersed in an instant.
Although the flame was small, it was like an insurmountable moat, unable to get close to Ao Fan.
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