Chapter 611

Arthur Crowe.

Astrologer quieto'an suddenly woke up from his dream. He put his hand on his forehead and adjusted his breath.

He has been haunted by nightmares for three thousand years. Every once in a while, he dreams about the scene in which Arthur Crowe was swallowed up by fog, and all his familiar friends and relatives turned into monsters.

Queytoan can't forget all this. All the high elves who survive can't forget it.

So when he heard the tree say, "the murderer who caused the tragedy three thousand years ago has come back again," quieto'an has restrained himself from rolling up his sleeves to fight the blasphemers.

It's very difficult for him to accept the blasphemers again. What really made him determined to try it was Arthur Crowe's bad situation.

The silver inscription appeared in his hand, which formed a portal into which he walked directly.

The portal leads to the outskirts of the forgotten land, where elder cindonar has been waiting for him for a long time.

"Cindonar, where is the forgotten man?"

The Holy tree has only one message to him, that is, "accept the forgotten.".

Any high elves who have experienced that disaster understand what oblivion means, and it's hard for quiytoan to understand why the Holy tree once again accepts them.

But the current situation of Arthur Crowe, as an astrologer, kuytoan is very clear, even if there is still a glimmer of hope in the end, kuytoan should also tightly grasp it.

"He's in there." Elder sindonar said, pointing to the ruins behind him.

Do you have to step in there?

He looked at the dilapidated buildings not far away. All kinds of 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.

"Cindonar, I remember this meeting, and I asked you to keep it secret from the other elders." Said quietoan.

Queytoan knew Al, and few of the high elves did not know this gifted problem child.

"The forgotten said she It's the key to saving Arthur Crowe. "

When elder sindonar said this, the expression on his face was very strange.

When he heard the news, qui'eto'an's face also showed The expression of disbelief seemed to say, "Arthur Crowe is hopeless, wait for death!"

After queytoan followed elder cindonar into the land of oblivion, many questions in his mind were occupied by a large number of memories.

The ruins of the city, originally a part of the prosperity of Arthur Crowe, now his head burns like a flame.

"Quetion, are you all right?" Elder cindonar noticed the astrologer's slightly distressed expression.

"It just reminds me of something bad."

Quetion shook his head and asked elder cindonar to continue to lead.

Elder cindonar led him all the way to the hearthstone tavern in the depths of the forgotten land. The next second queytoan walked into the tavern, he saw the coming Joshua.

Queytoan has been trying to control his emotions, but he clearly feels the same breath of those monsters 3000 years ago in Joshua. At this moment, a lot of ideas come into his mind

The forgotten, the blasphemer, the one who destroyed Arthur crow, and the one who killed his parents, elder brother and sister murderer!

The cultivation accumulated over thousands of years seems to have lost its effect at this moment. The astrologer's expression becomes very dignified. He is trying to restrain the hatred and killing intention in his heart.

He was also aware of the murderous intention overflowing from him, and hiry beside him had a beast like intuition towards this idea.

"Are you high elves used to fight before you talk when you meet others?"

In this week, Shirley has taught several high spirit inspectors to be human beings. They came to the tavern with hostility and anger. After being beaten by Shirley and ice dragon, they were tied up and thrown to the third floor.

Kuytuoan is like a wolf sleeping in the snow. Although he is in harmony with the white snow around him, he has already revealed his fangs and claws, ready to tear up the prey at any time.

"Quetion, the Holy tree is watching you." Elder cindonar quickly made a voice to remind his friends.

He raised his head slightly and saw the white bird standing on the beam. He realized his gaffe in an instant. Quietoan took a deep breath again. He constantly reminded himself that "the man in front of him is not an immortal. Even if it is the offspring of those blasphemers, he should not bear the guilt."

"My name is queytoan, elder of the Elven Council, and also an astrologer."

After adjusting his mood, quieto'an practiced a high elf etiquette toward Joe.

"Joshua Arnold."

Joshua just told him his own name. He couldn't smile at a man who thought "I want to kill you."."Boss! Are you ready to start? "

Al is totally unaware of the dignified atmosphere of conversation between the two people, and she has devoted all her energy to the Holy Spirit Training Competition these days.

All this is for today's "live" to prove to those who support her that she can still kill each other's Heroes alone in a game.

"You have two hours to prepare. My scene has been set up for you. You can just sit there."

Qiao Xiu opened the interface of magic net and took a look at the feedback above. Two other guests invited by Qiao Xiu sent Qiao Xiu a message "you can start at any time".

It is said that thunder crystal also asked the yellow clothes person to take a whole day off for this live broadcast. When Qiao Xiu records the sage forum next time, the yellow clothes person may come to complain to himself again.

"Good!"

Al's performance was still full of energy, not like he had been up for three days.

She sat at the long table that Josh had set for her and waited quietly for the live broadcast to begin.

"What are you going to let her do?"

Elder cindonar looked at the position where al was sitting, which looked a bit "ceremonial.".

The decorations on the long table are carefully arranged. There are also a vase with three flower bouquets and a piece of white cloth temporarily pulled up behind the table

Is it possible to tell a story like that frost elf? Elder cindonar has watched one or two shows on the magic net, and the frost elf will share some interesting stories with Nolan's humans in the afternoon.

"Probably sacrificing her in exchange for a great deal of faith."

At this time, Joshua chose to make a joke, and on the way to the joke, he looked at the elder quietoan.

There was a very complicated expression on the elder's face.

"Offer to sacrifice? Old Is the boss real? "

Qiao Xiu's joke was heard by Al, who had a keen sense of hearing I believe it.

"That." When Qiao Xiu was about to tell al the truth, a resolute expression suddenly appeared on her face.

"I I see, if it's for the sake of Arthur crow, but boss, I have only one request. Can't you sacrifice me to those poor gods, such as the God of light and the God of order, they don't seem to eat meat Thunder is the best! "There are countless feasts in the hall of heroes!" Something. "

Al solemnly analyzed with Joshua that if the soul was sacrificed to a God, it would be more comfortable for that God.

"Stop!"

For the second time, Qiao Xiu was convinced by Al's strange brain circuit. The girl seemed to have a good study of the world's deities. If she continued to say so, she would have published a travel guide to heaven!

But after al's analysis, the elder named quiytoan seemed to believe it.

"Is this the only way to go in the end?"

There was a sense of desperation in quiytoan's sigh.

"Only in this way?"

How did Joshua listen to this elf elder who knew the method of sacrifice for a long time?

"This is the will of the Holy tree..." Queytoan's eyes were wavering, and finally he looked up at the white bird. "If so, Holy tree Al, she's not the right person

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