Arthur Crowe, the residence of Quitoan.
Elder Quitoan held his longbow at the rock wall in the distance, and the magic power gathered in his right hand and extended to the bowstring drawn by his fingertips.
When Elder Quitoan let go of the bowstring in his hand, the arrow ripped through the air beside Quitoan's cheek and went straight through the rock wall in the distance.
Elder Quitoan glanced at his fingers, and the fingertips had already overflowed with blood from pulling the bow too much.
It has been a long time since he practiced archery with intensity like today.
The reason why Elder Quitoan did this was to vent.
He happened to read a book on the caster forum yesterday, a book called "Diary of a Heretic Judge".
This book revealed to Elder Quitoan the true face of the organization of the Inquisition.
This also made Elder Quitoan begin to investigate all the news related to the Inquisition of Heresy on the magic net.
Until today, the real reason for the demise of Arthur Crowe a thousand years ago finally emerged in front of Elder Quitoan.
He used to think that it was the odious humans who turned his people into monsters.
But it is impossible for the remaining high elves to take revenge on humans, and reason tells Elder Quitoan... He should not spread the object of hatred to the entire human race.
But now, with the help of the magic net, Elder Quitoan has already investigated the organization that destroyed Arthur Crowe thousands of years ago, as well as the specific location of this organization.
Heresy Tribunal.
The flame called revenge was quietly ignited in Elder Quitoan's heart.
"Quitoan."
Elder Capes visited his residence at this time.
"If you're here today for a fight, my answer is that you don't have time."
After reading "The Diary of the Inquisition of Heresy", Kuitoan's hatred and anger had enveloped him all night, so facing this conservative elder, he was not even in the mood to talk to the other party.
"I'm here to ask you to do something for me."
Elder Kaipais, leaning on crutches, slowly found a chair and sat down.
He was about the same age as Quitoan, but his body was too old to pick up a bow and arrow, and he sacrificed too much to survive when Arthur Crowe was destroyed.
"What? Do you want me to expel that Chaos Demon?"
Elder Kuitoan put down the bow and arrow. The two of them are old antiques from the old Arthur Kroe era, and they were originally good friends in the ethnic group, but they had different opinions on political stance.
"The holy tree has recognized the blasphemer, and it is not your opinion and mine that can expel him."
Elder Kaipais clenched his cane in both hands and seemed to have accepted Arthur Crowe's current fate.
"Then what do you want me to do?" Elder Quitoan asked.
Elder Kaipais pursed his mouth tightly, his body had aged to the point of losing his teeth, and now only the powerful magic in his body supports his body's activities.
"Can you… type?"
At this time, Elder Kaipais is no longer as aggressive as he was at the Council of Elders before, but more like a lonely old man abandoned by his descendants.
"Type... type, you mean typing on the magic net with those virtual keyboards, I've been practicing for a while."
Elder Kuitoan was witnessing that his granddaughter gained a large number of believers through the magic net, and he also began to study the magic net.
The first step in the research is to master the most basic item of leech manipulation, which is to use the virtual keyboard to enter human characters on the leech.
"I have some unfinished records, and some unfinished stories." Elder Capes said with a bitter smile, "If you put it in Arthur Crowe's library, it will eventually become a forgotten book. s things."
"I think you used to be the Queen's secretary, and you seem to have written quite a few popular stories."
When Quitoan talked about the past with Kaipais, the voice that had been shrouded in anger gradually softened.
"It's all in the past, the queen has passed away, and the story I wrote was burned by the fire together with the old Arthur Crowe." Elder Kaipais said in a melancholy voice.
"So you're going to record new stories on the Weave? I can teach you to type, it's a very simple skill, and then you can write your own books on the Weave."
Elder Quitoan spent one night reading The Diary of the Inquisitor of Heresy in the Fudo Library, and he probably understood what kind of experience it was to create on the magic web.
"I don't plan to stay in Arthur Crowe, Quitoan." Elder Kaipais was silent for a while and opened his eyes again.
At this moment, Elder Quitoan saw the same thing as himself in the eyes of this old man, that is hatred.
"I am essentially an avenger swept away by rage, a survivor of the fire that burned Arthur Crowe, and I will never forgive those blasphemers, those human beings... I just want to spare those blasphemers The heads are cut off one by one and sacrificed to the holy tree!"
Every word of Elder Kaipais clearly echoed in Elder Quitoan's ears.
"Now Arthur Crowe chooses to accept these humans, I can't make changes, so staying here will not be able to complete my revenge."
Elder Kaipais supported his body with his aging arms.
"So I plan to leave Arthur Crowe, but before I leave... I have one last wish, and that is to record all the stories that have come to my mind over the years, which is the wish of the clerk, Kepais, a thousand years ago, and Not this ghost from a thousand years later."
When Elder Quitoan heard this, he understood the thoughts of Elder Kaipais. Like himself, he planned to find the culprits that caused the destruction of Arthur Crowe.
"You're not the only ghost who survived."
The interface of the magic web unfolded in front of Elder Quitoan, who logged into the immovable library section of the caster forum.
"I also have some blood feuds that need to be settled with those blasphemers. Before that, let your story stay on the magic web."
As soon as Elder Quitoan opened the interface of the immovable library, a white bird stopped on the stone wall he used to practice bowing.
This white bird is the incarnation of the World Tree. It tilted its head and looked between the two elders for a while, and then gave them a new order directly.
"Go to Forgotten Land immediately."
The order from the World Tree made the two elders who were preparing to write a will have to temporarily let go of this idea.
Elder Kepas has never set foot in the Forgotten Lands since the Defiler came to Arthur Crowe through the Forgotten Lands, but today may be his last day in Arthur Crowe.
"I happen to have something I wish to talk to that Chaos Demon," Elder Kaipais said.