Hill walked over to the altar, and he lowered his head to look down at the two little figures at his feet. The mage knew him—the old, Elven-speaking giant. He was taller and older now than the female mage had first seen him.

The Elven King said, "You are faster than I thought, take us up and have a look." ”

The giant leaned down and spread his palms flat in front of them. The thick fingers were like big trees, and Catherine thought to herself: it will not be easy to climb this palm. Unexpectedly, the elf king casually grabbed her by the waist and jumped into the palm of the giant's palm with a slight stroke.

The giant straightened up, and Catherine felt the landscape around her shrink rapidly. After a few seconds, the giant raised his palm to the height of the altar, almost at chest level. The Elven King jumped to the top of the altar with the mage in his arms.

The altar is capped with arranged logs, and in the center is a polished old stake with a groove carved out of the center. Catherine walked over and saw that the roast rabbit was in this groove.

Although the entire altar is made of trees from the dense forest, each piece of wood has been meticulously processed by giants and carved with ancient elven language. And this wooden stake is particularly finely processed, three circles outside the ancient elven language, with the groove as the center, shining one after another.

The Elven King walked around the top of the platform and asked, "Are you about to finish?"

The giant replied thunderously in the ancient elven language, "It's just the final process." ”

The giant stepped forward, held the altar with both hands, and began to chant loudly in the Old Elven language. The voice was subdued, like a call from an ancient time.

"Between heaven and earth,

When life begins,

When life ends,

In the name of nature,

Begging for life,

……”

Catherine listened to this simple, deep prayer, and was violently shaken physically and mentally. In the sound of prayer, she seemed to see herself become a seed, slowly awakening in the dirt. She struggled to get rid of the black soil, longing for the sunshine and rain to moisten her. She sprouts, she stretches, she pulls out the branches, she pokes out the young leaves. She embraces air and dew, she resists the scorching sun and cold. She kept growing taller and taller, digging her roots deep into the dirt. Spring goes to winter, and she thrives. Finally one day, her canopy covered the earth. She shook her body, sowed countless seeds, and then grew old and withered. However, the seeds repeat her story and continue the course of life on the earth.

After some time, Catherine fell to her knees and burst into tears. She has experienced the life of a tree, and she has also experienced the connotation of endless life. She felt that she had a deeper understanding of life's aria.

The Elven King walked up to the mage and helped her up. "I didn't expect you to realize the heart of nature. The Elven King stared at Catherine's tear-stained face, an ancient elven phrase flashing on her forehead.

"You gain the favor of ambition, the friendliness of wisdom, and the value of memory. The Elven King looked at the ancient Elven language and knew in his heart, "Then I will trust their eyes." ”

He reached out and pressed it on top of Catherine's head, and two more ancient elven words flowed from the elven king's hand, passed the forehead of the female mage, and rested on each of the two eyelids of the female mage.

"Nature is with you, and you will have the opportunity to hear the whispers of nature. The two ancient elven words gradually faded away, and the elven king nodded in satisfaction, "As a human, I don't know if you have a chance to become a true communicator of nature. However, do your best to feel nature, it will be your friend, not your enemy. ”

Although Catherine shed tears, she was not sad, it was just a touch of life. She wiped away her tears and took a step back to salute the Elven King.

Communicating with nature can be said to be a talent of the elves. For example, Catherine's team member, Green Wind, is likely to be a nature communicator. It is said that a strong communicator of nature is able to be recognized by nature. They can be sheltered and treated in a variety of natural environments, and can make friends with plants and animals and talk to each other. Nature's communicators are not necessarily powerful warriors, but they can be great stalkers and assassins.

In fact, mages don't really need the abilities of natural communicators, they can't be warriors, and they don't want to be stalkers or assassins. What's more, Catherine is a human, and humans have the talent of the elves, which sounds very strange. And yet, that's what happened. Even the mage herself didn't know what was going on, "Could it be that my ancestors have elven blood?" her heart was full of doubts.

But Catherine knew that whether she had elven blood or not, the new abilities she gained must be related to the elven king in front of her. Listening to the tone of the elf king, although there was some surprise, he was not surprised. In other words, as a human being, being able to understand the heart of nature is also normal in the eyes of this king, but it is relatively rare.

Of course, the Elven King also warned Catherine that she was not really able to communicate with nature yet. Whether or not you will become a true natural communicator will require hard work and luck.

"Your Excellency, thank you for your kindness. The female mage said sincerely.

"I can't say anything about the gift. The Elven King waved his hand disapprovingly, "Now I am at ease." It's not an answer to your question, but it's a reward. As a Friend of West Rum, you will have the right to sit in on the Elven Court. Memory gives you this identity, and it should be expected of you. I remind you of this in the hope that you will be responsible. ”

Catherine immediately felt as if something was weighing on her. She wanted to ask, but she didn't know what to ask.

"It's a pity you can't ask any more, young Catherine. The Elven King saw the mage's confusion and said with a little jokingness, "Don't be afraid, understand your natural heart, it will help you get out of the confusion." ”

"Alright, now I'm going to open this altar. The Elven King walked to the edge of the altar with his hands behind his back and looked down, "I'm also curious about what the outcome will be." ”

A huge palm reached out from the sky and gently squeezed the female mage up. Catherine knew it was the Elven King's wisdom to help her. The giant held the mage in his hand and walked in the direction of the dense forest. He had to go to the edge of the jungle before he put Catherine back on the ground.

"Human, we meet again. It was the handsome man who had exchanged the grilled fish for the Demon King—and Catherine knew that he was the Elven King's ambition. Ambition stood in a clearing not far from the female mage, with a scrawny two-headed giant lying behind him. The guy was snorting and sleeping. The two heads were snoring incessantly.