Fairy world story

Chapter 113 The Vulcan Moth's Memories
Chapter 113 Memories of Vulcan Moth

In the narrow cave, Vulcan Moth tried to support his body to release more light and heat, dispelling the darkness outside the cave.

"Mimi!"

"Hey!"

"quack!"

Various immature voices came from behind, and the Vulcan Moth turned around slowly, trying not to let its wings touch the rock wall. Its body was as stiff as a machine that had lost its lubricant, and every movement seemed to be very difficult.

When it turned around, it could be seen that the wings facing away from the outside were already tattered. There were six wings, and the bottom left and middle wings on the right had only the crimson roots left. For an elf that can fly , this is a fatal injury, if it is not healed in time, it will lose the ability to fly forever.

But Vulcan Moth doesn't care anymore, the home has been destroyed, and its only purpose is to protect the cubs in front of it.

Looking at the frightened and hungry cubs in front of him, Vulcan Moth was full of guilt. It lowered its body as much as possible and used its broken wings to cover the darkness.

"Buzz buzz, buzz buzz!" (Are you hungry? Hurry up and have dinner!)
The cubs cheered, and ran to the end of the cave in a hurry, where there was a pile of dried fruit, which was the only food left. The Vulcan Moth knew that their taste was not good, dry, with a strange smell. It doesn't even have any nutrition, so it can barely eat, but there is really no way, it is old and has been hit hard, so it can barely maintain the status quo, protect everyone, and look forward to the support of other partners.

Looking at the cubs queuing up to eat food in an orderly manner, Vulcan Moth's thoughts are constantly flying, as if he has returned to the heyday of his hometown.

On the dome of his hometown, there floats the flame and feathers of the sacred beast Flamingo. As one of the three holy birds, Flamingo is born with the ability to adjust the climate and stabilize the environment.

The raging flames easily balanced the silent volcano, cutting off its possibility of waking up, and absorbed the dissipated volcanic energy to create this flaming yet vibrant world.

In the memory of Vulcan Moth, the hometown is not big, and there are not so many elves living here, but there are rich vegetation here, even if you pull a handful of grass from the ground, it is a delicacy that contains fire energy, not to mention all kinds of berries. , tree fruit.

Sweet, hot, and full of energy, it will make elves salivate.

And everyone lived very well under the rule of the King of Nine Tails, and the life was quiet and peaceful. Except for the occasional elves who went out through the secret passage and caused waves when they came back, time seemed to stand still here.

Until that day comes.

Thinking of this, Vulcan Moth was still terrified.

That day was as peaceful as ever. A newly married duck-billed Charmander couple brought their elf eggs to ask for advice on hatching and raising. Vulcan Moth, who has brought cubs for a lifetime, naturally welcomed this very much. Just as it was talking about the rise of .

The temperature in the space rose suddenly, and even the very heat-resistant plants withered and died instantly. The elves jumped up in horror, looking for the reason, the usually fertile land instantly dried up and cracked.

In the next second, the earth trembled, the cracks turned red, and scorching hot waves surged, and the cub that accidentally touched it fell down crying, followed by scorching bright red magma, turning this space into a bright sea of ​​flames, silent The volcano that has been there for many years has shown signs of awakening, and many elves have suffered disasters.

Not all fire elves can swim in magma. The first one to bear the brunt is its old friend Coal Turtle, the old guy who loves to sleep and uses smoke to make smoke rings to amuse the cubs. He fell into the crack just after he was awakened It turned into a fireball.

When the crack struck, the Vulcan Moth fluttered its wings and flew high, before the magma spewed out, taking refuge with its elf eggs and elf cubs one after another.

Just when it was in a hurry and didn't know where to go, the magma erupted, and pillars of lava and fire emerged, dividing the earth, like the punishment from the gods, punishing the world, and the instant burst of high temperature made the fire elves All unbearable.

In a critical moment, Nine Tails, the king of the secret realm, used his tyrannical power to induce the flamingo's flames to quell the magma. The flames that used to hang high like the sun erupted with amazing power, and the red energy visible to the naked eye was drawn out of the magma, stabbing the magma. The magma column that broke the dome cooled rapidly and turned into a black rock column. At the same time, it lost the heat and light in the secret realm. The sudden drop in temperature also made all the elves feel uncomfortable, and the holy fire that erupted was even weaker than a candle. Fire, but this does not affect everyone cheering for the king.

It was a demon that tore apart the joy of the rest of his life.

The ground was broken, and what was exposed was a giant snake with a flat and ferocious head, a thick body that was black and full of edges and corners, and had a series of bright red and dazzling ring patterns from head to tail. It quickly wrapped around the rock pillar and circled On the other hand, he came into contact with Wang, who had consumed a lot of energy, and had a fight with him. Because of his excessive energy consumption, his strength dropped sharply, and he was actually suppressed by it.

The remaining elves rushed towards the enemy full of anger, and Vulcan Moth was no exception, flying towards the monster with angry wings.

However, the flames they are proud of have little effect in front of that monster. The flames of melting gold and iron falling on the monster in the past can only make the ring of fire on its body brighter and more brilliant, and the fists full of anger bombard it The body is also clanging, and it can only scrape off a pile of debris. On the other hand, when the enemy rotates, the spines and protruding horns all over the body can easily cut the air, cut the rock, and cut the elf's body.

The former partner was decapitated, Vulcan Moth was ready to fight desperately, but it was not good at fighting and was old and frail, so it was quickly injured and its wings were torn apart. If King Heluga did not desperately help it escape, it would will die here too.

In the end, it left with a small group of young elf cubs in accordance with King Heluga's entrustment, and fled.

Looking back, it was the crazy fighting partner, the Nine-Tailed King who was cut in two, and the fire-breathing dragon that rushed in and snatched the holy flame with a roar.

When it hid with the cubs, the angry roar of the demon echoed in its ears.

Until the voice of the enemy disappears, until the "world" turns black, until the stored fruit rots and dries up, until its injuries become more and more serious, the Vulcan Moth hides here and dare not relax in the slightest, it protects the cubs to hide in Therefore, I hope that the remaining partners can find them.

How happy we should be if we see these lovely children!

Looking at the cubs, the Vulcan Moth's exhausted spirit was refreshed, and it seemed that vitality emerged again.

Well, four fairy eggs, a baby Charmander, two baby coal turtles, a baby llama, a baby fire-spotted cat, a baby duckbill, two baby six-tails...

wait!

Vulcan Moth tried to cheer up, but its wide-open eyes told it that it was right, a six-tailed baby was missing.

That's right, a six-tailed baby was missing under its care.

The sudden palpitation made his spirit active, and he turned around and crawled out of the cave regardless of the scratches, but there was nothing but the darkness, except for the shadowy rock pillars, and it was dead silent.

(End of this chapter)