Seven days later, the elders of the High Elves.

"You do this against the will of the Holy Tree!"

Elder Sindor stood on a seat in the elders' council, angrily slapped the stone table in front of him with his hands, and his eyes coldly swept over the other four elders.

Three of the elders ignored Elder Sindor's anger and chose to leave the elders' council directly.

The discussion still ended with huge differences of opinions. The only elder who stayed was Sindor's friend... Quetoan, an astrologer who mastered the ability to prophecy among the high elves.

"I can't understand." Elder Sindor held the edge of the stone table, and his power was so strong that there were some cracks appearing in the stone table. "The holy tree has expressed its will, 'putting hope to the forgotten people', but the other elders were unmoved at all!"

"Sindonal...Sindonal, how old are you this year?"

The astrologer Quetoan walked around Sindoral and asked a question that seemed offensive to outsiders.

"One thousand and thirty-seven years old." Elder Sindor said that he had gradually entered middle age among the high elves.

"I am three times your age," said the astrologer Quetoan in a slow and peaceful tone. "In the year I was born, Arthur Crow had not yet risen to the sky."

"Arthur Crow didn't rise into the altitude?"

Elder Sindor was shocked. He had never heard of this before, and no high elf had ever heard of it.

Among all the concepts of the High Elves, Arthur Crow is a city that always hangs above the sky.

"The past history of Arthur Crow is written by the blood of our clan." The astrologer Quetoan stretched out his hand, and a lilac inscription appeared on it, signaling Elder Sindonal to hold his hand, "You are already qualified enough to know that it is past."

Elder Sindor directly held the astrologer's hand without any hesitation. At this moment, the picture in front of him suddenly changed completely.

An unprecedented prosperity Arthur Crow appeared before him.

"Three thousand young people visited Arthur Crow. We accepted them kindly according to the will of the holy tree, and they also established residences on the edge of our city." The voice of the astrologer Quetoan echoed in Elder Sindonal's ears: "Their civilization development is beyond our imagination. The holy tree and we all put down their pride and exchanged knowledge with those humans."

Elder Sindor stared at the world more than three thousand years ago. The scene presented in front of him was not the height that Nolan could reach today. The mounts of those humans were not horses, but also magical machinery that could soar in the sky.

“But they brought disaster.”

When the astrologer Quietoan said this, Elder Sindor took a step back suddenly, because a large amount of gray fog rose from the ground, and the ground instantly cracked and mud poured out of the gap.

The prosperous buildings of Arthur Crow were destroyed overnight for... The last thing Elder Sindor could see was his fellow tribes scattered and fled, and was brutally killed by a group of monsters that he could not call him.

And everything Elder Sindor saw was through the eyes of the astrologer Quetoan.

He was a personal experience of that disaster.

"Human? You say humans are forgotten people?"

Elder Sindor covered his head, and the illusion in front of him suddenly disappeared, and there were many doubts he still couldn't understand.

"Yes, we once followed the will of the holy tree, but what it brought was that the holy tree was on the verge of withering and our clan was approaching the fate of extinction. Sindor should remember that sentence now."

“‘Don’t trust the blasphemer again.’”

Elder Sindor whispered this sentence in the high elf language, but he was stunned for a while and said it again.

"But Arthur Crow is facing a crisis, Quetoan! That forgotten man really has the ability to save Arthur Crow!"

The moment Elder Sindor said this, the ground suddenly shook.

They all knew what this vibration meant. Arthur Crow's height dropped again, and it won't take long for the sky city to fall to the ground.

Elder Sindor stared at Quetoan tightly... He slowly closed his eyes and said.

"My granddaughter has been away from home for more than a week, but her breath of life has not diminished. Is it related to the forgotten person you are referring to?"

Elder Sindor didn't know how to answer in an instant.

This order is under the holy tree, and the general meaning is that the holy tree needs people to serve. Elder Sindor sent an elf patrol team to the Hearthstone Tavern in the name of reconnaissance.

In this week, three inspection teams have visited the Hearthstone Tavern, and there are no more than three high elves who can finally come out of the tavern.

His own tribe was imprisoned by an outsider, and Elder Sindor's heart has always been a knot.

"prove."

Seeing Elder Sindor's silence, the astrologer Quetoan spoke again.

"Let the forgotten man prove to me that he has the ability to save Arthur Crow, and I will support you."

……………………

"Do you still need to prove it? But it's as expected."

Qiao Xiu sat in the branch of the Forgotten Land and listened to Elder Sindor's latest information.

“Can it be proved now?”

Elder Sindor saw Tailin's concert on the spot. The frost elf just stood on the stage and sang a few songs. The power of faith collected may be thousands of times more than the energy provided by the higher elf to the holy tree.

This is also the reason why the Presbyterian Sindor trusts Qiao Xiu so much. He knew that Qiao Xiu had this possibility, but what made him hesitate was that there was no such "people who were worshipped by humans" as Tailin in the high elves.

"The day after tomorrow, I'll make a little arrangement. You can just call the elder over there." Qiao Xiu said.

"That astrologer can accurately judge the energy provided by any tribe."

Elder Sindor was telling Joshu to be cautious about this matter.

"I will let your holy tree be full." Qiao Xiu's voice was very confident.

"So…what is the candidate?"

Elder Sindor asked tentatively that the principle of obtaining energy from the holy tree is faith.

The souls of the higher elves are linked to the holy tree, which means that as long as a human admires a high elves, the faith of that human being will be absorbed by the holy tree.

Therefore, it is very important to choose the high elf who is "worshipped by humans".

At this moment, many suitable candidates appeared in Elder Sindor's mind. There were many beautiful singing among the high elves, and there were also many charming girls.

"Al."

Qiao Xiu clearly took off the sign of the intern elf priest.

"Who?" Elder Sindoral was stunned for a moment, as if he was deliberately hypnotizing himself that he had misheard the name listed by Qiao Xiu.

"Ah, I only know that her name is this, the child you visited Nolan last time."

Qiao Xiu repeated it again. This time, even if Elder Sindor pretended to be stupid, he would not be able to fool Qiao Xiu.

"That child..." Elder Sindoral pondered for a while, but he really couldn't find any words to describe Al.

"It's a pretty good girl." Qiao Xiu said.

"It's really good. Al has the talent for being a priest, but it's a bit difficult for humans to worship her." Elder Sindoral quickly persuaded Joshu not to do such a risky behavior.

"Nothing is difficult. There are already many humans on the Magic Network interested in Al. All I have to do is to push her."

"There are already many humans? Are those humans really... normal people?"

Elder Sindor looked at Qiao Xiu incredibly, his expression as if questioning, "Is there really nothing wrong with those human brains?"

"There are actually quite many reasons for human beings to worship another person. They don't have to be beautiful and speak nicely, although both of them are Al." Qiao Xiu explained.

Seeing that Joseph supported Al so much, Elder Sindor didn't plan to express any more opinions on this.

"Are the high elves living in the Hearthstone Tavern, how are they doing?" Elder Sindor asked the last question before leaving.
Chapter completed!