Arthur Crow, Queitoan's residence.

Elder Quetoan aimed at the rock wall in the distance with his longbow, and the magic gathered in his right hand and extended to the bowstring that was pulled by his fingertips.

When Elder Quietoan released the bowstring in his hand, the arrow tore the air beside Quietoan's cheek and penetrated straight through the rock wall in the distance.

Elder Quetoan glanced at his fingers, and blood had already spread from his fingertips because he pulled too much.

It has been a long time since he practiced bowing skills as high as today.

The reason why Elder Quitoan did this is to vent.

He happened to read a book on the Spellcaster Forum yesterday, a book called "The Diary of the Heresy Judge".

This book reveals the true face of the Heresy Court to Elder Quetoan.

This also led Elder Quetoan to investigate all news related to the heresy court on the Magic Network.

Until today, the real reason for the destruction of Arthur Crow a thousand years ago finally appeared before Elder Quetoan.

He once thought that the abominable humans turned into monsters... were the abominable humans.

But it is impossible for the only surviving high elves to avenge humans, and reason tells Elder Quetoan that he should not spread the object of hatred to the entire human race.

Now, Elder Quetoan has relied on the magic net to investigate the organization that destroyed Arthur Crow a thousand years ago, and the specific location of this organization.

The Court of Heresy.

The flame called revenge was quietly ignited in the heart of Elder Quetoan.

“Quitoan.”

Elder Caipes visited his residence at this time.

"If you're here today for an argument, my answer is that there's no time."

After reading "The Diary of the Heresy Court", Quetoan had hatred and anger shrouded him all night, so he didn't even feel like talking to the other party when facing this conservative elder.

"I came here to ask you to do something for me."

Elder Kaipes slowly found a chair to sit down with a crutch.

He was not much different from Quetoan, but his body was so old that he could not pick up the bow and arrow. When Arthur Crow was destroyed, he sacrificed too much to survive.

"What's the matter? Do you hope I'll expel that Chaos Demon?"

Elder Quetoan put down his bow and arrow. As old antiques from the old Arthur Crow era, they were originally good friends among the tribes, but they had different opinions on political and political positions.

"The Holy Tree has recognized that blasphemer, and it is not your opinion to expel him."

Elder Kaipes held the crutches in both hands, as if he had accepted Arthur Crow's current fate.

"What do you want me to do?" asked Elder Quetoan.

Elder Kaipes pursed his mouth tightly. His body had aging to the point where he began to lose teeth. Now only the powerful magic power in his body supported his body's activities.

"Do you...can type?"

At this time, Elder Kaipes was no longer as aggressive as he had in the elders' council before, but was more like an elderly widowed man abandoned by his descendants.

"Type... you mean the virtual keyboard input on Magic Network. I have practiced it specifically for a while."

Elder Quetoan witnessed that his granddaughter had gained a large number of believers through the Magic Net, and he also began to study the Magic Net.

The first step in research is to master the most basic item of magic network control, which is to use a virtual keyboard to enter human characters into the magic network.

"I have some unfinished records and some unfinished stories." Elder Kaipes said with a bitter smile. "In the library of Arthur Crow, it will eventually become a forgotten thing."

"I remember you were the clerk of the Queen before, and you seemed to have written many popular stories."

When Quetoan talked to Keppice about the past, the voice that was originally shrouded in anger gradually softened.

"It's all the past, the queen has passed away, and the stories I wrote were burned by the fire with the old Arthur Crow." Elder Caes said in a melancholy voice.

"So you are going to record the new story on Magic Net? I can teach you to type. This is a very simple skill. Then you can write books on Magic Net by yourself."

Elder Quetoan spent one night reading "The Diary of the Heresy Judgmenter" at the Immobile Library, and he probably understood what it was like to create on the Magic Website.

"I don't plan to stay in Arthur Cro, Quetoan." Elder Kaipes was silent for a while and opened his eyes again.

At this moment, Elder Quetoan saw the same thing as himself in the eyes of this old man, and that was hatred.

"I am essentially an Avenger who was shattered by rage, and the soul who survived by chance in the fire burning Arthur Crow. I will never forgive those blasphemers, those humans... I just want to cut off the heads of those blasphemers one by one to sacrifice to the holy tree!"

Every word of Elder Kepas echoed clearly in Elder Quitoan's ears.

"Now Arthur Crow chose to accept these humans, and I cannot make changes, so I cannot complete my revenge here."

Elder Kaipes supported his body with his aging arms.

"So I plan to leave Arthur Crow, but before I leave... I have one last wish, which is to record all the stories I have thought of over the years, as the wish of the clerk, Caipes, a thousand years ago, and not the dead soul a thousand years later."

When Elder Quetoan heard this, he understood Elder Caess's thoughts. He, like himself, planned to go alone to find the culprits who caused the destruction of Arthur Crow.

"You are not the only dead soul to survive."

The interface of the Magic Net unfolds in front of Elder Quetoan, and he logs into the immovable library partition of the Spellcaster Forum.

"I also have some blood feuds to reconcile with those blasphemers, and let your story stay on the magic network before that."

As soon as Elder Quetoan opened the interface of the Immovable Library, a white bird stopped on the stone wall he used to practice bowing skills before.

The white bird is the incarnation of the World Tree. It tilted its head and looked between the two elders for a while, then directly spoke out and gave them new orders.

"Go to the forgotten place immediately."

The order from the Tree of the World forced the two elders who were about to write their will to temporarily let go of this idea.

Elder Caess has never stepped into the Forgotten Land since the blasphemer came to Arthur Crow through the Forgotten Land, but today may be his last day in Arthur Crow.
Chapter completed!