Arthur Crow.

Astrologer Quetoan suddenly woke up from his dream, and he covered his forehead with his hands to adjust his breathing.

He has been troubled by nightmares for three thousand years. Every once in a while, he dreams of the past where Arthur Crow was swallowed by gray fog, and all his familiar friends and relatives turned into monsters.

Quetoan could not forget all this, and all the surviving high elves could not forget.

So when he heard the Holy Tree say, "The murderer who caused the tragedy three thousand years ago is back, Quetoan did not roll up his sleeves and fight the blasphemers to the pain.

It is very difficult to get Quetoan to accept the blasphemers again. What really makes Quetoan decide to try is Arthur Crow's current bad situation.

The silver inscription appeared in his hands, and the inscription formed a portal, and he walked directly into it.

The portal leads to the outer periphery of the Forgotten Land, Elder Sindor had been waiting for him here for a long time.

"Sindonal, where is that forgotten man?"

The Holy Tree gave Quetoan only one message, that is, ‘Accepting the Forgotten One’.

Any high elves who have experienced that disaster understand what the forgetful person means, and it is difficult for Quetoan to understand why the Holy Tree accepts them again.

But as an astrologer, Quetoan is very clear about Arthur Crow's current situation. Even if there is a glimmer of hope in the end, Quetoan must seize it tightly.

"He's inside." Elder Sindor said, pointing to the ruins behind him.

Have to step in there?

He looked at the dilapidated building not far away, and all kinds of memories kept pouring in from his mind. He closed his eyes and sank his heart. When he opened his eyes again, he looked at Al next to him.

"Sindor, I remember this time when I met, I asked you to keep it secret from the other elders," said Quetoan.

Quitoan knew Al, and few of the High Elves did not know this genius problem child.

"The Forgotten Man said that she...is the key to saving Arthur Crow."

When Elder Sindor said this, the expression on his face was very strange.

Quetoan also had an incredible expression on his face when he heard the news, as if he was saying, ‘Arthur Crow is helpless, wait for death!’

After Quetoan followed Elder Sindonal into the Forgotten Land, many questions in his mind were occupied by a large number of memories.

This city that has become ruins was originally part of the prosperity of Arthur Crow, but Quietoan's head is now so painful as the flames burn.

"Quitoan, are you okay?" Elder Sindoral noticed the astrologer's slightly painful expression.

"Just remembering something bad."

Quietoan shook his head and asked Elder Sindor to continue leading the way.

Elder Sindonal took him all the way to the Hearthstone Tavern deep in the Forgotten Land. The next second when Quetoan walked into the tavern, he saw Joshu coming towards him.

Quetoan was already trying his best to restrain his emotions, but he clearly felt the same breath of those monsters three thousand years ago in Joshu. At this moment, many thoughts emerged in his mind...

The forgetful person, the blasphemer, the culprit who destroyed Arthur Crow, and the murderer who killed his parents, elder brother and sister!

The cultivation accumulated over thousands of years seemed to have lost its effect at this moment. The astrologer's expression became very solemn. He was trying his best to restrain the hatred and murderous intent in his heart.

The murderous intent that overflowed from his body was also noticed by Qiao Xiu, and Xili next to him had a beast-like intuition towards this idea.

"Are you high elves used to fighting and talking when you meet others?"

Xili has taught several high elves patrolmen to be human in this week. They came to the tavern with hostility and anger. Then they were beaten up by Xili and Binglong, and then tied up and threw them to the third floor to teach.

Quetoan is now like a wolf dormant in the snow. Although he is melting with the snow around him, he has already revealed his fangs and claws, ready to tear the prey to pieces at any time.

"Quitoan, the holy tree is watching you." Elder Sindor quickly spoke to remind his friends.

He looked up slightly and saw the white bird standing on the beam of the house. He instantly realized his loss of composure. Quetoan took a deep breath again, constantly reminding himself that, "The person in front of him is not a species of immortality. Even if he was the descendants of those blasphemers, he should not bear the sins."

"My name is Quitoan, the elder of the Elf Council, and also an astrologer."

Quetoan, who adjusted his emotions, practiced the unique etiquette of a high elf towards Joe.

"Jothu Yanorod."

Qiao Xiu just told him his name. Facing a person who came up with the idea of ​​"wanting to kill you", Qiao Xiu couldn't say hello to him with a smile.

"Boss! Can you start?"

Al did not notice the solemn atmosphere of conversation between the two. She has devoted all her energy to the Holy Spirit training match these days.

All this is to prove to the audience who support her that she can still kill the opponent's hero alone in a game.

"You have two hours to prepare. My scene has been set up for you. Just sit there."

Qiao Xiu opened the interface of the Magic Net and looked at the feedback above. The other two guests invited by Qiao Xiu sent Qiao Xiu a message that "can start anytime".

It is said that Lei Ming Crystal asked the yellow man for a whole day for the live broadcast. When Qiao Xiu recorded the Sage Forum next time, the yellow man might come to complain to him again.

"OK!"

Al's performance was still full of energy, not like he had been in a whole three days and nights.

She sat at the long table that Jo Xiu had set for her and was quietly waiting for the live broadcast to begin.

"What are you going to let Al do?"

Elder Sindor looked at the position where Al was sitting. This position looked quite 'ritual'.

The decorations on the long table are carefully arranged and piled up hardcover books, a bottle of vase with three bouquets, and a piece of white cloth temporarily pulled up behind...

Could it be that he told stories like the Frost Elf? Elder Sindoral has watched the show on the Magic Website once or twice, and the Frost Elf will share some interesting stories with Nolan's humans in the afternoon.

"It was probably to sacrifice her and then exchange it for a lot of faith power."

At this time, Qiao Xiu chose to make a joke and looked at the elder Quetoan while making a joke.

There was indeed a very complicated expression on the elder's face.

"Salvation? Is the boss real?"

Qiao Xiu's joke was heard by Al, who was keen to hear. The girl seemed to be really... she believed it.

"That." When Qiao Xiu was about to tell Al the truth, a decisive expression suddenly appeared on her face.

"I... know. If it's for Arthur Crow, but I have only one request, boss, can I not sacrifice me to those poor gods? It seems that they don't eat meat, like the God of Holy Light and the God of Order... The God of Thunder is the best! 'The Temple of Heroes is full of countless feasts!' and so on."

Al seriously analyzed with Qiao Xiu that if he sacrificed his soul to the god, he would give it to the god who could live a more comfortable life.

"Stop!"

This is the second time that Qiao Xiu was impressed by Al's strange brain circuit. This girl seems to have a lot of research on the divine system in this world. If she continues to say this, she can publish a book called "Travel Guide to Heaven"!

But after Al's analysis, the elder named Quetoan seemed to believe it.

"Is this the only way to do it in the end?"

Queitoan's sigh permeated a feeling of despair.

"Only this method?"

Why did Qiao Xiu hear that this elf elder has known the method of "sacrifice" long ago?
Chapter completed!