Arthur Crowe.
The astrologer Quitoan suddenly woke up from his dream. He covered his forehead with his hand and adjusted his breathing.
He has been haunted by nightmares for three thousand years, and every once in a while he dreams that Arthur Crowe was swallowed up by gray fog, and all his familiar friends and relatives were transformed into monsters.
Quitoan could not forget all of this, and none of the high elves who survived could forget it.
So when he heard the Holy Tree say "the murderer who caused the tragedy three thousand years ago is back", Quitoan had restrained himself not rolling up his sleeves to fight those blasphemers.
It is very difficult for Quitoan to accept those blasphemers again. What really made Quitoan make up his mind to give it a try was Arthur Crowe's current bad situation.
A silver inscription appeared in his hand, and the inscription formed a portal, and he walked directly into it.
The location to which the portal leads is the outskirts of the Forgotten Land, where Elder Sindonar has been waiting for him for a long time.
"Sindonar, where is the forgotten man?"
The only message that the Holy Tree gave to Quitoan was to "accept the forgotten".
Any high elves who lived through that catastrophe understood what the Forgotten meant, and Quitoan now had a hard time understanding why the Tree would accept them again.
But Quitoan, an astrologer, is very clear about Arthur Crowe's current situation. Even if there is still a glimmer of hope in the end, Quitoan must hold it tightly.
"He's inside." Elder Sindonar said, pointing to the ruins behind him.
Have to step in there
He looked at the dilapidated building not far away, and various memories kept pouring into his mind. He closed his eyes and sank his heart. When he opened his eyes again, he looked at Al next to him.
"Sindonar, I remember this meeting, I asked you to keep it secret from the other elders." Quitoan said.
Quitoan knew Al, and few among the High Elves did not know the gifted, troubled child.
"The Forgotten says she...is the key to saving Arthur Crowe."
When Elder Sindonal said this sentence, the expression on his face was very strange.
Hearing the news, Kuitoan also showed... an unbelievable expression on his face, as if saying, "Arthur Crowe is helpless, wait to die!"
After Quitoan followed Elder Sindonar into the Forgotten Land, many questions in his mind were occupied by a large number of memories.
This ruined city was originally a prosperous part of Arthur Crowe, but Quitoan's head is now burning like a burning flame.
"Are you all right, Quitoan?" Elder Sindonar noticed the slightly painful expression on the astrologer's face.
"Just remembered something bad."
Quitoan shook his head and let Elder Sindonar continue to lead the way.
Elder Sindonar took him all the way to the Hearthstone Tavern in the depths of the Forgotten Land. When Quitoan walked into the tavern the next second, he saw Joshua who was approaching.
Quitoan was already trying his best to restrain his emotions, but he clearly felt the same aura of those monsters three thousand years ago in Joshua. At this moment, many thoughts appeared in his mind...
The forgotten man, the defiler, the one who destroyed Arthur Crowe, and the one who killed his parents, brother and sister... Murderer!
The cultivation accumulated over thousands of years seems to be useless at this moment, the astrologer's expression has become very solemn, and he is trying his best to restrain the hatred and killing intent in his heart.
The killing intent overflowing from his body was also noticed by Qiao Xiu, and Ciri beside him had a beast-like intuition towards this idea.
"Are you high elves in the habit of fighting first and then talking when you meet others?"
Ciri had taught several high elf inspectors to be human in the past week. They came to the tavern with hostility and anger. After being beaten by Ciri and Ice Dragon, they were tied up and thrown to the third floor. go for training.
Quietuan is now like a wolf dormant in the snow. Although he blends in with the surrounding white snow, he has already exposed his fangs and claws, ready to shred his prey at any time.
"Quittoan, the holy tree is watching you." Elder Sindonar hurriedly reminded his friend.
He raised his head slightly and saw the white bird standing on the beam, and instantly realized his gaffe. Quitoan took a deep breath again, and he kept reminding himself, "The person in front of him is not an immortal species, then I am afraid that it is the descendant of the former group of blasphemers, and his sins should not be borne by him."
"My name is Quitoan, the elder of the Elven Council, and also an astrologer."
After adjusting his emotions, Quitoan practiced a high elf-specific etiquette towards Joe.
"Joshua Arnold."
Joshua just told his name, facing a person who had the idea of "wanting to kill you", Joshua couldn't greet him with a smile.
"Boss! Can we start!"
Al was completely unaware of the dignified atmosphere of the conversation between the two, and she devoted all her energy to the Holy Spirit's training game these days.
All this is so that today's "live broadcast" can prove to the audience who support her that she can still kill the opponent's hero alone in a game.
"You still have two hours to prepare, my scene has been set up for you, you can just sit there."
Qiao Xiu opened the interface of the magic net and glanced at the feedback above. The other two guests invited by Qiao Xiu sent a message to Qiao Xiu that "you can start at any time".
It is said that the Thunder Crystal also asked the man in yellow to take a day off for this live broadcast. When Qiao Xiu is recording the next Sage Forum, the man in yellow may come and complain to himself again.
"OK!"
Al's performance is still full of energy, and it doesn't look like he has stayed up for three whole nights.
She sat at the long table that Joshua had set up for her and quietly waited for the live broadcast to start.
"What are you going to tell Al her to do?"
Elder Sindonal looked at the position where Al was sitting, which seemed to be somewhat "ceremonial".
The decorations on the long table are carefully arranged, hardcover books piled up, and a vase with three bouquets in it, plus a white cloth temporarily pulled up behind...
Could it be telling stories like the frost elf? Elder Sindonar had watched a show or two on the Lexicon, and the frost elf would share some interesting stories with Nolan's humans in the afternoon.
"Probably sacrifice her and exchange for a lot of faith."
Joshua chose to make a joke at this time, and looked at the elder Quitoan while joking.
The elder had a very complicated expression on his face.
"Sacrifice... sacrifice? Old... Is the boss real?"
This joke of Joshua was heard by Al, who had a keen hearing. The girl seemed to be really...believing it.
"That." Just when Joshua was about to tell Al the truth, a decisive expression suddenly appeared on her face.
"I... I know, if it's for Arthur Crowe, but boss, I only have one request, can you not sacrifice me to that kind of poor god, like the god of light and the god of order, they seem to be Don't eat meat... The God of Thunder is the best! 'The Hall of Valor is filled with countless feasts!' or something."
Al solemnly analyzed with Qiao Xiu, if he sacrificed his soul to a god, let that god be able to live more comfortably.
"Pause!"
This is the second time Joshua has been convinced by Al's strange brain circuit. This girl seems to have a lot of research on the gods of this world. If she goes on like this, she can write a "Heavenly Kingdom Travel Guide"!
But after Al's analysis, the elder named Kuitoan seemed to believe it too.
"Is this the only way to go in the end?"
Quitoan's sigh was filled with despair.
"Only in this way?"
Why did Joshua hear that this elf elder already knew the method of "sacrifice"
"This is the will of the Sacred Tree..." Quitoan's eyes were erratic, and he finally raised his head to look at the white bird. "If that's the case, the Sacred Tree... Al She is not a suitable candidate."