"The reward in the last stage of the competition is a great gift!"

The beautiful woman in a bunny costume shouted eagerly, and her charming voice spread through the amplification magic to every corner of the Colosseum, igniting the passion and blood of tens of thousands of people!!

"Crunch!"

Hanging from the high platform in the void is a cage made of gold and stone, inside which a female elf is imprisoned.

Her silver-white long hair hangs down to her buttocks, slender ears, watery eyelashes, clear and bright eyes, and her slender figure is wearing an elegant and delicate white nightgown, exposing her fair and jade-like skin, which makes people witness this scene.

Tens of thousands of people were stunned.

The elf woman imprisoned in the cage is as frightened as a deer in the forest, and one cannot help but care for her.

She lifted a strand of hair from her chest to relieve her inner anxiety, but when she saw the fiery eyes of the wolf friends, she buried her head in her clothes and huddled up in fear.

With his slender figure and exquisite face, he seemed to have stepped out of a painting. Every move he made amazed everyone in the Colosseum, including a handsome man holding a thunder spear.

His gaze was deep, his waist-length flaxen hair was dancing with lightning, and his dark green emerald eyes deeply imprinted the charming face of the elf girl in his heart.

The elf's charm is thousands of times more beautiful than the noble lady he married due to family marriage!

"She is mine."

Sensing the pounding of his heart, his pupils shrank and he took a deep look at the elf girl, with an evil smile on his lips.

…

"Damn it!"

In the cemetery, Francis gritted his teeth and roared hysterically under a magical barrier!

Half of his shoulders were covered with tentacles, and even using holy essence was of no avail.

"It's because I have immunity, so it's hard to deal with!"

Francis frowned, his whole body flashed with lightning, and his back suddenly split open, spreading out a tentacle of electric light, like a snake and python, ferocious and terrifying.

He helped Bishop Nord establish the Divine Court, and the god he believed in was the dream spirit god who controlled the power of dreams.

Because he resisted God's will, he suffered backlash. Before finding a solution, he could only agree to Bishop Nord's request.

"Mila Bena is pregnant, I must go over and take a look!"

Francis' face darkened, he stared at the wriggling tentacles on his shoulder, swung a long knife with one hand, and slashed it down with a sharp sound of breaking wind!

"Tear!"

As blood spattered, the tentacles were cut off along with a piece of flesh on the shoulder, turning into shadows and sneaking into the depths of the cemetery.

He gritted his teeth, and the wooden block in his mouth was crushed by his teeth. With a backhand knife, he dug out a layer of strange flesh and blood on his back. He then drank a bottle of life potion, tied a bandage, and cleaned up the blood.

Then, he limped, restored the blood circulation in his right leg, removed the barrier, transformed into a shadow, and rushed frantically to one of the family's delivery rooms.

"Ah!"

When Francis rushed to the delivery room, the baby started crying. He pushed the door open and saw an elf woman lying on a big snow-white bed, looking exhausted.

In her arms, she held a baby girl who had been washed with warm water. The mother and daughter fell into a deep sleep, as if the crying he heard before was just an illusion.

"Lord Patriarch."

The young guard said respectfully, he was an old man who followed the clan leader and was Francis' confidant. Because of his strong strength and ruthless personality, he was dubbed the Tyrant Crocodile.

It was he who led a group of old subordinates to protect Mirabena, otherwise the patriarch's wife might secretly make some small moves.

"Is she okay?"

"Miss's birth went smoothly. The midwife said this was the cutest baby she had ever seen."

Tyrant Crocodile smiled lightly. He was cruel and ruthless, but he had to admit that the bloodline inherited from the elves, even a baby, could be given a beautiful title.

"It's my daughter..."

Francis froze, but Tyrant Crocodile was stunned. Thinking that Northern Europe is a world of men, he comforted him: "Master Patriarch, there is still a long way to go, and the issue of heirs..."

"No, Crocodile, I'm not sighing."

Francis's eyes were filled with ecstasy. He, who had always been aggressive, had his own child for the third time.

The patriarch’s wife gave birth to two children for him, the eldest son Albert, but the second son miscarried halfway.

But these are just political marriages, without any emotional investment.

But Mirabena is different from women who date because of interests. She will be his most beloved wife and his first lover.

Therefore, no matter whether their child is a boy or a girl, he will hold it carefully in his hands and treat it like a treasure.

"As for the name, let's call her Minice."

Francis gently brushed his wife's hair and smiled: "You once said that in the tradition of the Silver Moon elves, children are born with their mother's surname. From now on, she will be called Minice Kristina.

"

The slender pointed ears trembled, as if she heard her husband's words, and a faint smile appeared on Mirabena's sleeping pretty face.

…

"call out!"

A sword pierced the void, and a giant tree was hit instantly. The magic energy exploded and exploded on the spot!

The fallen leaves of autumn maples are dancing in the air. As a strong wind blows, the fallen leaves fly high into the sky, as elegant and charming as butterflies.

The girl who had withdrawn the knight's sword was among the fluttering autumn maple leaves. Her ponytail was spread out, her shoulder-length hair was hanging down. She had an elegant and charming face, a slender figure, wearing exquisite light armor, and was walking on a small and comfortable foot.

Leather boots.

The girl is actually ten years old, but she has a strong learning ability and has a wealth of knowledge that is not inferior to that of an adult.

And, the strength to pierce the big tree with one sword.

"Minis, come here and help mom pick some flowers."

"Um."

On the other side was a beautiful elf girl sitting on the swing. She pursed her lips, lifted up her skirt, revealing a pair of exquisite, snowy legs, and picked flowers from the purple garden with the girl.

The Violet Garden is a wedding anniversary gift given by Francis to his wife. It cultivates the violets that have evolved from violets. It can be used as raw materials to produce expensive and exquisite perfumes, which is very good for tempering the spirit.

Effect.

At this time, a thunderbolt descended, and the tulip patriarch, dressed at home, witnessed the scene of mother and daughter picking flowers, and couldn't help but smile with joy.

He called the mother and daughter, spread out the tablecloth in the purple garden, placed exquisite food, and three bottles of freshly squeezed juice that elves loved to drink.

A family of three, in perfect harmony.

"Crack!"

The gift was opened, and a glazed dagger shone brightly, and the exquisite decoration was like a work of art.

This was an eleventh birthday gift for Minnis. Faced with her daughter's sad face, she didn't seem to like such gorgeous things, which made Frances feel a little disappointed.

On the back of her hand, a delicate white hand fell. On the swing intertwined with flowers and vines, Mirabena leaned on her husband's arms, her pretty face resting on his shoulder. The couple just watched their daughter diligently practicing her sword in harmony.

Open the stage.

This may be Francis' happiest time.

…

"Mirabena, why did you abandon me and Minis? Why did you treat me so cruelly!"

In the Purple Rose Garden, inside a crystal coffin, lies an elf woman in a white dress. Her peerless charm makes people fall in love with her, and her charming and stunning face arouses people's most instinctive desires.

Outside the coffin, Francis stared at her helplessly, his pupils filled with bloodshot eyes. He had lost his beloved wife and had not slept all night, which made him quite embarrassed.

And his daughter even harbored hatred towards him. Little did she know that in the seemingly happy family, Milabena was in great pain. Only Minis, who was by her side, could clearly detect it.

The source of pain is none other than Francis!

"If this is God's punishment... No, I agreed to any request of Bishop Nord. This has nothing to do with God. Although he cannot be trusted, he will never violate his principles."

His thoughts were running rapidly, and he rushed towards a courtyard with lightning all over his body.

"boom!"

The door was broken down, and what you saw was a lady watering flowers.

"Francie..."

"You have to die!"

Before the lady could say anything in surprise, a layer of magic barrier was laid. Then, a thunder spear pierced her head, and the rioting thunder exploded into a ball of blood mist!

After killing the patriarch's wife who had been with him for several years but was only in name only, Francis' eyes surged with thunder. With a shake of his empty hand, a pair of antlers condensed from the void. In an instant, the brewing lightning broke through the air, killing the patriarch's wife.

The remaining body was completely exploded!

The explosion of thunder lifted the ground, revealing the filthy corpse inside, and a magic circle was operated in a ritual similar to sacrificing the devil.

And in the lady's room, a scarecrow was found nailed to the cross. All this filled Francis with anger.

The curse of black magic, grade, belongs to high level!
To be continued...