Three thousand years ago, in order to save Arthur Crowe, the Holy Tree integrated with the city of Arthur Crowe with the strength it had accumulated.
The sky city Arthur Crowe is the lifeblood of the sacred tree. Once the city falls, it also represents the fate of the sacred tree withering.
So Arthur Kroe's drop in height is a sign of the sacred tree's weakening.
The council of elders has been looking for a cure, and the first thought was to use the help of the frost elves, but unfortunately this plan failed.
Apart from some unrealistic methods, the elders also found the simplest method, which is to inject the life of their own people into the sacred tree as energy.
According to legend, the elves themselves are the creatures nurtured by the tree of the world. Every time one of the same family dies, they will hold a kind of "tree burial".
The dead high elves will be rolled up by the branches and leaves of the sacred tree, and eventually disappear into the trunk as little stars.
And the decision made by the council of elders is to convert the "living kin" into the energy of the sacred tree.
This decision has been debated in the Council of Elders for almost three years without any result, because it is too cruel, and the Holy Tree has nothing to say.
But at this moment, Quitoan realized that the holy tree seemed to accept this proposal.
"Shouldn't it be Al?" Seeing the elder's serious expression, Qiao Xiu felt that the prank could continue, so Qiao Xiu also asked the other party in a serious tone, "Then who should you think come from?"
Quitoan, who was questioned by Qiao Xiu, closed his eyes and pursed his lips together. Finally, he opened his eyes and glanced at the white bird on the roof before giving Qiao Xiu an answer.
"I've lived long enough." Quitoan pulled off the long sleeves on his clothes, and the high elf elder only had three fingers on his left hand. A wonderful thing, it's a torture for me, if I were two thousand years younger, I might see you as a mortal enemy, but unfortunately I'm too old to have this enthusiasm."
Quitoan has been tormented by nightmares for too long, and the greatest pain for Quitoan from the tragic memory of the past is that even his hated enemies gradually turn to dust over time.
"So holy tree, I'm ready." Quito quietly finished his state of mind, and opened his eyes just as he was about to become the first devotee resolutely.
However, he found that Qiao Xiu, who was standing in front of him, and the human girl had walked to the other side, leaving only Elder Sindonar by his side.
Quietuan glanced at Elder Sindonar next to him suspiciously.
"They said 'Chicken Soup for the Soul is too long to listen' and walked away, and Quitoan... That Chaos Demon's method wasn't actually sacrifice."
Elder Sindonar tensed his face. The five elders in the high elves except Enya were all facial paralysis, but at this time, Elder Sindonar, who was a facial paralysis, could not restrain his smile.
Quitoan didn't notice the corners of his old friend's mouth quivering slightly from the smirk, and he focused on Al's body.
"Long time no see, everyone! I'm Al, um... Let me read the script. I'm a little shy when I first appeared in front of the camera, please bear with me and put a smile on it?"
The tavern was instantly injected with new vitality by Al's voice. As for the "cute" high elf girl, she is definitely very talented, provided that she first gets rid of the bad problem of reading the script during the live broadcast.
"What is Al doing?"
In Quitoan's eyes, Al was facing the air and said some strange words, and after these words, he gestured something in the air with his hands.
This symptom is very similar to the performance of the hallucination.
"Al she is communicating with a group of humans..."
Elder Sindonal was also ignorant of the method used by Joshua. Quitoan stared at Al, and her pupils shrank suddenly in the next second.
Although it was very subtle, Quitoan saw that a large number of shimmering particles were gradually pouring into Al's body.
This is the power of faith... The light emitted by these particles is dim, dim to the point of transparency, almost faint as the difference between a light and a firefly compared to the energy the high elves provide to the sacred tree.
But the number of shimmering particles gathered on Al's body was terrifying.
"What did you ask Al to do?"
Quietuan could no longer control his emotions at this moment, and walked straight to Joshua's side and asked loudly.
Every elven elder knows how difficult it is to convince a new high elf to establish faith in the sacred tree.
This also led to the fact that the first class tutors of every high elves when they were young would instill in them the concept of "the sacred tree is supreme".
"As your friend said, Al is communicating with humans."
Qiao Xiu waved his hand to open the magic web interface, and directly clicked on the magic web vision page. The most prominent place on this page was Al's live broadcast.
There is no official live broadcast room in Monet Vision. This is a webpage that Qiao Xiu made temporarily. After clicking on it, you can see the interface of "The Holy Spirit" in the battle preparation stage.
There was a small window in the lower right corner of the screen, which was slightly off the center, and Al himself was waving to the audience in the window.
"Communication alone cannot produce... the power of faith."
Quitoan looked at the magic web interface in front of Joshua, and his expression froze for a moment.
"You... have you recovered the lost gift of the holy tree?" Quitoan looked up and down at Joshua again. "No, this is not the central consciousness of the holy tree."
"Gift from the Holy Tree?"
Joshua seemed to have heard something incredible again, and Quitoana's expression looked like he had seen something similar to the "Magic Web".
Moreover, there are many "high-tech" products in Arthur Crowe, whether it is a spar that can record images, or the dagger seized from the captain of the inspection team before, it is not a product that can be produced by human technology at this stage.
"Please also forget what I said just now." Quitoan shook his head and deliberately avoided the question. "I can understand that this is the medium for Al to communicate with humans, but..."
Having said that, Quitoan glanced at Al again, and just looking at it made Quitoan completely unable to take his eyes off of him.
Because the power of faith floating beside Al has increased again!
This number is still rising at an extremely fast rate. At first, in Quitoan's eyes, Al was only surrounded by a little firefly-like brilliance on both sides of his cheeks, but now Al's body is almost occupied by these "fireflies".
one hundred? No... a thousand? Quitoan carefully counted the dim light balls, estimating how many people's beliefs had gathered on Al.
"The exact number is around 5,000." Qiao Xiu reminded the elf elder not to do such useless work, and at the same time pointed to the "number of viewers" at the bottom of the magic web interface.
"Five thousand?"
Quitoan followed the place where Joshua pointed to the row of numbers, which showed thirteen thousand people.
"This is just my rough estimate, but now there are more than 10,000 people in Nolan who want to meet Al, and this number is still rising." Joshua said.
To meet her? Quitoan felt like his three thousand years of common sense and logic had been messed up.
"What do so many humans want to see Al She for?" Quitoan finally asked this question.
Joshua thought for a moment, and finally came up with an answer.
"Acting cute?"