Chapter 631：

The Arthur Kroe Elf Council, the entire parliament is full of dead silence.

The original sacred Arthur Crowe has now been filled with blood, and a sadness that is coming to an end is filled in every corner.

"Our people have more than half of the casualties... It is time to consider starting the tree burial ceremony."

An elder broke the silence of the entire Elven Council.

"For the continuation of Arthur Crowe, only a part of the tribe can be sacrificed." Another elder also made a suggestion.

"Continue? Arthurcro, where every tribe is, is the original Arthur Crowe!"

Elder Quaytoan stood up for the first time and refuted the proposal of both of them.

"Don't forget that our duty is to guard the holy tree, Quaytoan, I know that this decision is selfish, but my first sacrifice as a sacred tree." The elder said in a deep voice.

"Calm down, there are other ways to save Arthur Crowe!"

Elder Schindor finally could not continue to remain silent at this moment.

"Other methods... what are you talking about in Sinan?"

When the eyes of the other three elders looked at him, an elf priest hurried into the parliament.

"What's wrong? Is Arthur's height dropping again?"

"No... elders! You have to come over and see! Miracle... The miracle that the holy tree has fallen has happened!"

The voice of the elf priest is filled with an excitement that is hard to suppress.

"miracle?"

The five elders present in this vocabulary have been praying for too long, and now they can save Arthur Crowe from the miracle and further close to despair, they simply can not think of the third method.

The excited look of the elf priest touched the elders present, and they immediately hurried down from their seats to keep up with the elf priest.

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Two minutes ago.

After Aurelia returned to Arthur Crowe, she was not immediately dispatched to the battlefield and got a short break.

She returned to her room and began to maintain the bows and arrows she used. On the way, she took out the original spar that Joshua gave her, and entered the magic inside to project the image recorded by the original spar. On the wall.

Aurelian began to see the part of the interview with the black man. It was nothing. She saw the part of her conversation with the brass dragon... She almost shook her long bow with a hand shake!

Is this really me?

Orillian has stopped the action of maintaining the longbow and placed a bunch of parts at hand on the table.

The bow of the higher elf is a high-precision magical guide machine. If something unexpected happens, the entire bow will enter a state of retirement.

Refuting the brass dragon's prejudice against the high elves, Orilyan could barely accept it, until she was talking to the brass dragon, a mysterious shame filled the Aurian Inside the heart.

This shame has been until the Brass Dragon began to read the magic net music commentary and rose to the extreme!

Orillian vowed that if another person would watch the interview with her, she would choose to bury her head in the tree hole!

"Aurelia Ann Sister!"

"!"

Her friend Wen Enna suddenly opened the door of her room at this moment, and Aurelian was scared to throw the original spar on her hand and broke it.

Fortunately, she immediately stopped the input of magic, and the image on the wall disappeared at this moment without a trace.

"Is there a problem?"

Orillian once again restored her previous posture in the ethnic group, a slightly cold leader.

"We have to go down and fight the invaders," Wenner said.

"Can you finally continue?"

Aurelian picked up her long bow on the table, and the long bow of the next second broke into a pile of complicated parts on the table.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became a bit strange.

"Want... I will wait for you to fix it again?" Wennna whispered.

"Slightly wait for me for a while."

When Aurelian picked up the tool and prepared to reassemble her longbow, a tiny ball of light suddenly appeared on her.

This power of faith does not make Aurelia an accident. Since she performed at Nolan, she has one or two **** of light on her body every hour or two.

This time, not only is it as simple as one or two, Ori An'an's arm has been surrounded by pale white brilliance, and her body is surrounded by countless **** of light.

"this is……"

Aurelian understands what is going on in front of this scene, but she still can't believe it.

"The plan of Elder Quaytoan is successful!"

Wen Enna could have seen some tears in her mouth.

"You must let other people see this."

Aurelian immediately left the room with Wen Enna, a scene that is a miracle for any high elf!

Arthur Crowe was attacked continuously, and the number of wounded inside the city became more and more, which caused the morale of Arthurcro to be very depressed. This scene in Aurelian was undoubtedly a potent potion. .

She took Wennna all the way to the hall of Arthurcro, and it was also the place where all the wounded were resting and treated.

More than half of the high elves are gathered here.

At this time, it was the evening, and Arthur Crowe planted some plants that could emit shimmer, and Aurian's gesture of being surrounded by the power of faith attracted everyone's attention.

"Aurelian, is this...the blessing given by the holy tree?"

The priests who looked after the wounded saw this scene immediately encircled, and Aurelian did not answer, and the white bird incarcerated by the will of the Holy Tree appeared above her.

The white light that surrounds Aurelian is gradually absorbed by the white bird, and these rays gradually form a beam of light.

Arthurcro began to shake slowly again. This time the vibration did not mean that it was sinking, but it was gradually rising.

The elves who rested in the hall stared at the scene like a miracle, and they crouched down, even though some of the high-level elves who were seriously injured were no exception.

Orillian looked at the people around her who showed a reverent expression to her, and had a strange satisfaction and sense of accomplishment!

Her long-standing efforts are to get the recognition of all the tribes, she must go beyond Al to become the elders of the high elves.

This time she did what the elders could not do, and Al did not know where to go.

"Elder Quaytoan!"

She saw the five elder elders rushing from a distance, and the surprise and hope in their eyes made Aurelian very enjoyable.

"you did it…"

Elder Quaytoan slowly came to her granddaughter and watched the radiance of her body.

“Is this the choice made by the holy tree?”

The elders saw this scene and the white birds hovering in the sky, and they all owed a respectful etiquette to Aurelian.

"You have passed the assessment as an elder, my child." Elder Quaytoan said, "The youngest elder in the history of the high elves."

The youngest elder.

Orillian has longed for this title for too long, but she did not accept the honor.

All the high elves watched Aurelian, and the five elders waited quietly for her reply. The melodious music suddenly echoed throughout Arthurcro at this time.

This song is... Long live the life?

Orillian raised her head and Arthur Crowe was covered by a huge image.