"Why did this happen?" Qin Lun asked with a sullen face. As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he immediately realized that something was wrong. He himself was born as a Jondal elf, so how could he ask such a question.
However, Elistin was distracted at this time and didn't notice the strangeness of this question, so he just replied casually: "From the beginning of the world tree into the extinction period, the elders of the Elven Court united and used various excuses to take away the world tree. The mine that originally belonged to the Moon Elf tribe was destroyed, and even the hunting range was restricted to death, they wanted to force us to take care of the World Tree seeds."
"King Testir has fought for the Moon Elf family several times, but they were all rejected by the elders in the end." Elistin's expression was a little sad. Descendants of the royal family, in fact, still have a place in the royal court, and they really don't want to see the same roots.
Qin Lun nodded silently. With no mines to produce and limited hunting range, it's no wonder that the Moon Elf tribe is in such a predicament. There are no more than two methods of high pressure and win over. The coercive method of the Green Elf Presbyterians to boil the frogs in warm water was not a big mistake. If Anker Forest hadn't intervened horizontally, the Moon Elf would have compromised sooner or later.
As for King Testir, forget it. If the Elf King really wanted to take care of the Moon Elf people, wouldn't it be possible that such a large Jondal Forest wouldn't even be able to carve out a hunting ground or an iron mine? It's nothing more than a two-pronged approach with the Presbyterian Church to sing bad faces and the other to sing bad faces. The gesture he made was to deceive a little girl like Elisteen, and the elders of those moon elves' tribes probably knew it well.
"Are we going into the Horde?"
"No, we have to go around to the back of the tribe, the elders of the tribal federation are waiting for us there!"
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In a forest clearing behind the elf tribe, Qin Lun was holding a sapling with two emerald green leaves, with a dazed expression, and a circle of plainly dressed silver-haired elves stood around him.
"Young moon elves, use your inherited power to plant this tree seedling!" said a female elf mage who was the leader of the silver-haired elves kindly.
The elf mage is holding a staff, and his face is somewhat similar to the plain Elistine, but he is old enough to be her grandmother. Elves have a long lifespan. Although the archmage is over 400 years old, she still looks like a young woman in spring, plump and plump, but there are a few fine lines between her eyes and eyebrows. Standing with Elistine is like a pair of sisters.
Qin Lun looked at the tree-man seedling in his hand expressionlessly. It was a seed sprouted from a tree demon. However, when the seedlings of tree people are mature, they may not necessarily become tree people. There is a high probability that they will become ordinary trees. Of course, if they are carefully cared for by the elves, the chance of becoming tree people is higher.
The young man was very conflicted. He thought that the Moon Elf's test of his blood was similar to that of Elisten, and it was just a blood test. He didn't expect these silver-haired old elves to let him plant tree seedlings.
In fact, it was because Qin Lun didn't understand the true meaning of elf blood, otherwise he would never have come here with Elisteen. Elves are different from humans. Bloodlines do not simply refer to blood, but also contain the power of inheritance.
The inheritance of the viviparous elves is taught by the elders through the stimulation of blood power, while the elves born from the fruit of the world tree are born with part of the soul inheritance.
In order to conceal his identity, Qin Lun once told Elisten that his blood was produced by the fruit of the world tree, so these moon elf elders wanted to use the tree man seedlings to see if the inheritance power he inherited came from a certain tree. The royal family of the moon elves.
Perhaps the sapling was planted, and these moon elf elders would regard him as a descendant of the royal family like Elisten, and give him the corresponding status and right to speak in the clan. But Qin Lun actually didn't need this identity, so what if he was the king of elves, he wouldn't be able to stay long in the world of Toril.
It would be bad if the seedlings of tree people could not be planted alive. Maybe the Moon Elf tribe would regard him as King Testier's eyeliner and refuse to let him and Nicole continue to follow the migration team.
Qin Lun felt ruthless in his heart, it's not like he couldn't stimulate the tree-man seedling at all. After entering the world of Toril, Broken Starry Sky reminded him that "Descent from the Tree Realm" can be temporarily lowered by a big level by paying 10,000 broken crystal fees, from A+ to B+ level, so as to avoid Master Weima's seal.
"The Arrival of the Tree Realm" can definitely stimulate the life potential of this tree seedling and allow it to grow in a short period of time, but this is a magic that overwhelms the seedlings, and the elemental fluctuations will definitely not be able to hide from the elder elves who are watching.
Qin Lun sighed. At this point, what else can he do, let's treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor. Anyway, losing at most one branch plot, these moon elf elders will not kill themselves for it.
After thinking for a while, he took a step forward and put the tree-man seedlings into a pit that had been dug long ago in the center of the site. He squeezed a small thumb bottle in his hand, and a drop of emerald green juice dripped on the roots of the seedlings. After finishing this, Qin Lun clasped his hands together and immediately covered the root system of the seedling with soil, covering the breath of life emanating from this drop of juice under the soil.
This drop of sap is Qin Lun's only remaining essence of the ancient tree of elves. The essence of the ancient tree that Master Weima gave back at the beginning was not much, and he used it several times in the battle for urban supremacy. Now there is less than an ounce left. It was originally used as a souvenir, but now it can only be used here.
Hope you can bear it! Qin Lun looked at the small sapling less than a foot high in front of him with some pity. He still remembered the fortress of vines spreading over a thousand meters at that time. Although the current "Tree Boundary Comes" is only at the B+ level, the specific effect is really hard to say.
"The tree world is coming!" Qin Lun stretched out his hand to caress the sapling, and the energy in his body poured into the sapling plant like a tide...
"Boom!" The young man's consciousness suddenly went into a trance, and a strange scene appeared in his mind. He only felt that he had become a green sapling, swaying gently against the wind, and stretching its branches in the sun.
The meridians in the sapling gradually became clear, and countless tiny particles flowed into the branches along the root system. Under the sunshine, traces of heat flow into the leaves. Qin Lun felt a tingling sensation of being electrocuted, and green leaves sprouted from the crown of the tree, and his body slowly grew thick.
When he grew from a sapling to a towering tree, the canopy of which covered the sky and sun, reaching into the sky, the scene in Qin Lun's consciousness had a new change again.
He looked down at his feet, and a group of ant-like elves cheered and cheered around him, and built many small wooden houses on his body, allowing him to protect the group from wind and rain. In return, the elves tended to his growth and cleaned him of pests and other parasites.
During the years of company, these elves have formed a symbiotic relationship with him, and no one can leave the other. Some elves who were getting old and died still entrusted their souls to him after death. And he reciprocated, incorporating these souls into his fruit, allowing these elves to be reborn in a sense.
I became a world tree! Qin Lun curiously observed everything that happened in his consciousness, and he suddenly realized that the root of his blood also came from a World Tree fruit. At this time, the cultivation of the seedlings seems to have triggered some kind of genetic change in the elven lineage.
Could it really inspire some kind of elven heritage? The curiosity in Qin Lun's heart rose to the extreme, and he forced his consciousness to sink into a certain fruit of the world tree that was giving birth to elves. However, to his surprise, the vague figure curled up in this fruit actually bounced back his consciousness.
Qin Lun was a little surprised by this result. He really didn't expect that the scene that happened in his consciousness could make some kind of resistance. Somewhat unbelievingly, he tested the fruit one by one, and finally after more than a dozen failures, one fruit accepted him.
The elf in this fruit is also curled up with a small body. He is wearing leather armor, carrying a big bow, with a dagger and a pair of traps stuck in his waist. Qin Lun suddenly realized, no wonder this fruit would accept him, this is the soul inheritance of an elf hunter.
As soon as Qin Lun's consciousness entered the fruit, a huge suction came out from the elf hunter's soul inheritance, allowing him to blend into the illusory figure of the elf hunter without any resistance.
The scene in Qin Lun's consciousness changed for the second time. He was wearing a camouflage made of green branches and leaves, soaring and leaping among the trees, following a tiger-type monster with two wings, and finally shot through it with a magic arrow. The neck of the monster.
He jumped down from the tree, and after praying on his knees, he pulled out the dagger at his waist to kill the dying monster, and began to dissect the corpse, muttering the old elf language softly. Qin Lun couldn't understand this elf language, but he seemed to be able to understand the meaning of the words.
The elf hunter respects the life of this beast, in order to survive, he can only choose to kill it. But he will not waste every part of the prey, its flesh will be used to eat, its fur will become something to keep out the cold, its bones will be carved into knives and totems, it will continue the life of the hunter.
The elf hunter follows the laws of the forest and follows the laws of nature. One day when ashes return to ashes and ashes return to dust, the hunter and his prey will return equally to the embrace of Mother Earth.
The scene in Qin Lun's consciousness changed like a fleeting moment, and soon he appeared on a battlefield again, riding a pure white and flawless unicorn, and opened his big bow together with his elf companions. Arrows rained down on the opposing enemy, and the lives of the enemies disappeared in front of the hunters. There were goblins, dwarves, humans, trolls, and dragons flying in the air and spraying flames...
The battle is over, and the elf hunter falls on one knee, prays for the many lost souls, and takes something from the enemy as a memento.
A glimpse of enlightenment rose in Qin Lun's heart. At this moment, the belief and heart of this elf hunter were completely opened to him, allowing him to understand the true meaning of the profession of jungle hunter.
At this time, out of Qin Lun's consciousness, he was still kneeling on one knee, with his eyes closed, holding the seedling in his hand. Bits of green starlight gathered from all directions and melted into his body bit by bit.
The elf elders who were watching had already retreated far away, all smiling at the scene in front of them, nodding to each other from time to time.
"Elder Adeline, is Feral all right?" Elistine asked the Elven Archmage beside him with some concern.
"Well, only a branch of the world tree can trigger the ancient inheritance. His moon elf blood is very pure, and his identity as a descendant of the royal family should be no problem!" Looking at Qin Lun, he blinked and revealed a sly look.