Chapter 612

Three thousand years ago, in order to save Arthur crow, the Holy tree integrated with the city by its accumulated strength.

The sky city of asekro is the lifeblood of the Holy tree. Once the city falls, it also represents the fate of the Holy tree withering.

So the fall in the height of Arthur Crowe is a sign of the decline of the Holy tree.

The Presbyterian Council has been looking for a cure. What they thought of at first was the help of the frost elves, but unfortunately the plan failed.

In addition to some impractical ways, the elders also found the simplest way to inject the life of their own people into the Holy tree as energy.

According to legend, the elves themselves are creatures bred by the tree of the world. Every time a member of the same clan dies, they hold a "tree burial.".

The dead High Elves will be rolled up by the branches and leaves of the Holy tree, and finally turn into starlight and sink into the trunk.

And the decision of the Council of elders is to transform the living Kin into the energy of the sacred tree.

This resolution has been debated in the Presbyterian Council for nearly three years without any result, because it is too cruel and the Holy tree has no indication.

But for a moment, quetion realized that the tree seemed to accept the offer.

"Not from al?" Seeing the elder's serious expression, Qiao Xiu thought that the prank could go on, so he asked the other party in a serious tone, "who do you think is coming from?"

Quieto'an, who was questioned by Joshua, closed his eyes, pressed his lips tightly together, and finally opened his eyes to look at the white bird on the roof and gave him an answer.

"I've lived long enough." Kuytuoan opened the long sleeve of his clothes. The elder High Elf had only three fingers on his left hand. "Long life is a wonderful thing for you short-lived species. It is a kind of torture for me. If I were two thousand years younger, I might regard you as a deadly enemy, but I am too old to have such enthusiasm."

Kuytaon has been suffering from nightmares for too long. The biggest pain of his miserable memory is that even his hateful enemies gradually turn to dust over time.

"So holy tree, I'm ready." Quilto quietly narrated the state of mind at this time, and opened his eyes, ready to be the first sacrifice.

He found that Joshua, who was standing in front of him, and the human girl had gone to the other side, leaving elder cindonar alone beside him.

Qui'eto'an glanced suspiciously at elder cindonar.

"They said," mind chicken soup is too long to listen to. "And then they walked away, and quietonne That chaotic demon's method is not sacrifice. "

Elder sindonar tightens his face. Except Enya, the five elders of the high elves are all facial paralysis. However, as a facial paralysis, elder sindonar is unable to restrain his smile.

Instead of noticing the corners of his old friend's mouth shaking with a smile, he focused on al.

"Long time no see! I'm Al, um Let me take a look at the script. It's a bit shy to appear in front of the camera for the first time. Please forgive me and attach a smile? "

The tavern was instantly infused with new vitality by Al's voice. On the premise that the high elf girl "meimeng" is absolutely gifted, she should first get rid of the bad habit of reading the script on the way to live.

"What is al doing?"

In the eyes of queytoan, Al was speaking strange words to the air, and after that, his hand was making some gestures in the air.

This kind of symptom is very similar to the performance after the illusion.

"Al she's with a bunch of humans Communication. "

Elder cindonar had no idea of the method used by Josh. Quetion fixed his eyes on Al, and the next second her pupils contracted.

Tiny as they were, kuytaon saw a large number of tiny light particles pouring into Al's body.

This is the power of faith The light emitted by these particles was so dim, so dim, almost transparent, that it was almost as faint as the difference between a lamp and a firefly, compared to the energy provided by the high elves to the Holy tree.

The number of tiny light particles that can gather on Al is terrifying.

"What did you ask al to do?"

Queytoan, unable to control his emotions at this moment, went straight to Joshua and asked in a loud voice.

Every elf elder knows how difficult it is to have a new high elf establish a belief in the Holy tree.

This also led to every high elf's first lesson when they were young and taught the concept of "Holy tree is supreme".

"As your friend said, Al is communicating with humans."

Qiao Xiu waved to open the interface of magic net, and directly touched the page of magic net's horizon. In this page, the most prominent one is al's live broadcast.There is no official live room in magic net. This is a webpage made temporarily by Joshua. Click in and you can see the interface of the Holy Spirit in the war readiness stage.

There is a small window in the lower right corner of the screen, a little closer to the center, where al himself is waving to the audience.

"Communication alone cannot produce The power of faith. "

Quetion looked at the magic net interface in front of Joshua, and his expression froze for a moment.

"You Have you recovered the lost gift of the Holy tree Quetion looked up and down again at Joshua. "No, it's not the central consciousness of the Holy tree."

"The gift of the Holy tree?"

Joshua seemed to hear something wonderful again, and quetion's expression seemed to have seen something similar to the magic net.

Moreover, there are many "high-tech" products in Arthur Crowe. Neither the crystal stone that can record images, nor the dagger seized from the captain of the patrol team before, are products that can be produced by human technology at this stage.

"And forget what I said." Quetion shook his head and deliberately avoided the question. "I can understand that this is al's medium of communication with human beings, but..."

Kuytaon said that, and then he looked at al again, which made him unable to take his eyes off.

Because there's more faith floating around al!

This number is still rising at a very fast rate. At first, in the eyes of queytoan, Al was just surrounded by some fireflies on both sides of his cheek. Now, Al's body is almost occupied by these "Fireflies".

One hundred? No A thousand? Quetion carefully counted the dim spheres of light, and estimated how many people's beliefs were gathered in al.

"The exact number is about 5000." Qiao Xiu made a voice to remind the elf elder not to do this kind of futility, and pointed to the "number of viewers" at the bottom of the magic net interface.

"Five thousand?"

Queytoan looked at the line of numbers, which showed thirteen thousand men, in the direction of Joshua.

"This is just my rough estimate, but now there are more than 10000 people in Nolan to meet Al, and the number is still rising." Said Joshua.

To see her? Quetion felt that his three thousand years of common sense and logic had been messed up.

"What do so many humans want to see her for?" In the end, quetion asked the question.

Joshua pondered for a moment, and finally came up with an answer.

"Cute?"

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