【What do you want】

- Sure enough.

His guess was not wrong.

After swallowing the "Scorching Blood Gu" in that completely different world, and seeing the thousands of streamers flying around him, Fei Yaran had some vague guesses about the true purpose that the system had been concealing.

The system's unconventional reaction now also made him more certain.

From the first day he came to this world, the system's attitude towards the host of Fei Yaran has been very bad-

The cold mechanical task panels, the almost impossible tasks, and the cold-blooded cold-bloodedness that forced him to work hard to complete those unbelievable tasks with the threat of obliteration.

Over the years, he seemed carefree, growing up without scruples as a student of the Elf King, but in fact, what he did was just to survive, to be able to go home one day.

From the beginning to the end, the system is a high-minded giver of benefactor.

Do you want to live? Then go and complete the task I posted.

Do you want to go home? Just be obedient and be a marionette that satisfies the system.

But now, Fei Yaran has to wonder if the system's so-called reward that will make him go home really exists.

And really, except for the first few years, the longer he lived in this world, the deeper his connection with this place became, the more reluctant he was to think about it.

He was running away, fearing that he would never be able to give the answer he had done in the first place.

But now.

Now that Azeroth was destroyed and Mr. Anse and many of the elves who had grown up with him were gone, this qiē no longer had any meaning.

Because even if the system sent him home right now, he couldn't just walk away.

Here, he gained so much and lost almost all of them overnight, so he always had to figure out how this qiē happened and what led to today's tragic situation.

But before that, there was one thing he had to talk to the system.

"I never understood why you asked me to help the Terrans, impart knowledge and magic to them, and even set the master-apprentice value at 20 million in order to force me to complete the task."

"Later, when I came up with the idea of opening a Demon Martial Academy in the human world, you immediately issued the task of establishing a Demon Martial Academy."

"There's one thing I've never figured out. It doesn't matter what my outward identity is if it's just to complete those tasks, or even if I use a pseudonym, it will be even more effective - after all, as the magic grows, the power of my real name will become more and more powerful. So, according to common sense, my real name should not be exposed to human eyes at all. ”

"But later, you issued the task of making the name of 'Jade' famous on the mainland and respected by the world."

"If it weren't for this accidental exposure, how long would you have been hiding it from me? Well? System! ”

An abnormal flush appeared on his face, and Fei Yaran's voice became sharp, and the depressed and bitter powerlessness of fate that had accumulated in his heart over the years finally erupted like a torrent at this moment.

"Am I really that stupid in your eyes?! Let you treat me like a marionette, me as much as you want?! ”

"If I hadn't talked to Mr. Anse before, I wouldn't even know what you're doing with me! Those mottled lights! What should not be in me at all - from human faith! ”

"You've been trying to manipulate me all these years, is it just to collect these things?!"

The light of faith, which Fei Yaran had only seen in Teacher Anse, came from the devout belief of thousands of elves in the Elven King.

Why did the Celestial Clan deliberately build a temple of light on the earth over the years, keep humans in captivity, and even use guò suppression and intimidation to deceive and force human beings to believe in the so-called God of Light?

But for the sake of faith.

Faith can be turned into power, and even gods can be forged—as Mr. Anse had said when he first talked to Mr. Anse about the cursed Norrath.

Therefore, if the system wants to mold him into another "god of light", to compete for the faith of the human race with the largest number of races on the continent, it is not difficult to understand that it is so painstaking.

However, the system still forgets jì after all, he is not really a fleshless wood, but a living life with feelings.

And now, now that he has understood the true purpose of the system, now that he can even risk his life - the system, what else can you threaten me?!

This is the first time that Fei Yaran has officially confronted the system in a face-to-face manner.

And the attitude of the system also proves that now that Fei Yaran has understood a qiē and is burdened with human beliefs, it can no longer be as cold and strong as before, unless it really decides to abandon Fei Yaran.

Fei Yaran is blocking, blocking with his own life.

The result is clear:

【What do you want】

Just five words represent the first compromise of the system.

So from this moment on, as long as the system does not really erase him, the initiative begins to be in the hands of Fei Yaran.

He didn't feel the slightest joy or happiness, and his eyes calmly looked at the task panel.

"I want you to lift the ban on all Gong immediately, and never allow similar things to happen again without my orders in the future."

As for why the system suddenly shut down, Fei Yaran didn't have the heart to investigate it now, and even if the system said that this qiē was not what it wanted, he wouldn't believe it at all.

The moment he found that the system was unbanned, Fei Yaran immediately called out the game panel and pointed at the focus of Mr. Anse-

When he saw that the other party's blood bar was not emptied, Fei Yaran's heart was tightly lifted for a long time, and finally relaxed a little for half a minute, and his body that had not felt tired and painful all seemed to be suddenly connected to all the sensory nerves, and the soreness and weakness were overwhelming, so that he couldn't even sit still, and as soon as his body was crooked, he fell on the petals, and a mouthful of blood overflowed from the corner of his lips.

Glancing weakly at his avatar, Fei Yaran was not surprised to see that his level had plummeted to level 37, and in addition to the original "Regurgitation" debuff, there was a long row of various negative states such as dark colors, and he didn't pay much attention to it, but his spirit was much better than before.

As long as people are not dead, there is still hope for a qiē.

He has always believed so.

So, he quickly turned his attention to Mr. Anse again to see how he was doing.

Trying to ignore the hideous magic sword wrapped in black mist on Mr. Anse's chest, Fei Yaran couldn't help but be silent when he saw the simple and clear "seal" state of the other party's head downward.

From the first day he came to this world, Fei Yaran knew that Anse Air was a very strong elf, and the twenty years he spent with him made Fei Yaran more and more deeply aware of this fact day by day.

It was the first creature created by the gods in this world, the mysterious king who was written into the epic, and the most devout belief of all the elves sitting in the deepest part of the sea of Azeroth's trees.

Fei Yaran had always thought that such an Anse teacher would be with the world, and he would save it like this until the day when the world was destroyed.

Therefore, when he saw the word "seal", he even thought that he was hallucinating.

It's not hard to understand, but just like when Mr. Anse mentioned Noras's curse, he couldn't believe it.

This is a rule that even the new elves who have just learned magic understand: whether it is a curse, a seal, or any other spell, it can only be applied from the higher level to the lower level, otherwise not only will it not succeed, but the caster will suffer double the magic backlash due to the failure of the spell.

But now, something unbelievable has happened - Mr. Anse has really been sealed.

Unless the God of Creation is alive, how can you make Fei Yaran believe that there is really someone in this world who can successfully seal Teacher Anse?!

However, regarding Kaos, the creator of the world, even in the "Creation of the World", the record of his creation is quite vague, almost completely unmentioned, Fei Yaran has heard of the legend that this god disappeared after the creation of the world in various parts of the continent over the years, and there has never been any news of the birth of the god on the mainland.

This is undoubtedly a dead proposition.

Moreover, even if the culprit is really traced, it is impossible for the other party to lift the seal for Mr. Anse.

Fei Yaran also thought about the seven show skills "Heart Drum String" and "Wonderful Dance Divine Yang".

It's just that these two skills can only be used on seriously injured and dying subjects, and with the current state of Mr. Anse, these two skills have no effect at all. Moreover, everything in the world has a rule, and such a rebellious act as the resurrection technique, which once drained all his magic power because of trying to treat a dying hare, and Fei Yaran, who has not succeeded after a month of weakening, has always been extremely jealous of this-

Unless he can succeed in one fell swoop, he will never try it lightly.

Therefore, after thinking about it, he still decided to start with the system - from the perspective of the system knowing how to collect beliefs, its understanding of the laws of this world is far above that of Fei Yaran, and it may also have a way to deal with the current situation of Mr. Anse.

After pondering for a long time, Fei Yaran finally said to the system: "System, do you know how to lift the seal on Teacher Anse's body?" ”

The system didn't pretend to be dead this time, and the gray-green panel appeared in front of Fei Yaran again-

[The life and death of the elf king is not directly related to your mission home. 】

Seeing this, Fei Yaran couldn't help but laugh out loud, "You mean, I still have a chance to go home?" ”

[Yes, after completing the main quest, you can go home.] 】

"If you had told me that a few days ago, I would probably be happy." After a long silence, Fei Yaran said softly, "But for now, I just want to wake up Teacher Anse. ”

"As before, he is still our greatest king."

"So—sue me for a way, or, just kill me."

"There is no third option."

It was a silent standoff.

Even if he had already compromised with Fei Yaran, the system obviously didn't want him to wade into this troubled water, after all, as long as he took care of those thriving human beings, he would one day be able to accumulate enough master and apprentice points to complete the task and go home.

And once he gets involved in the matter of the Elf King, no one knows what the future will be, and even whether Fei Yaran will fall because of this.

I don't know how long it has been, but the firmness in Fei Yaran's eyes still hasn't retreated at all.

The handwriting on the mission interface finally dissipated like water, and then slowly, a few lines of words emerged.

Fei Yaran stared at those lines fixedly, and the situation in his eyes changed for a while.

When he looked at the sleeping elven king in the crystal again, he was already calm.

"I made a note of it."

Dotted with silvery green light, converging towards the west of Azeroth, floating around Fiaran and golden crystals, like beautiful fireflies in the polar night.

Fei Yaran knew that they were not fireflies, but more brilliant, and had warmed the beautiful existence of his whole world.

The tired and desperate thoughts of the surviving elves came from the wind, and his eyes looked at the floating points of light gently, Fei Yaran took out a pair of dual swords that could be used at the current level from his backpack, and swiped a few big strokes on his poor blood bar, and finally sat up with his body strong.

"I'm sorry to worry you." The fingertips lightly touched a cloud of light floating in front of him, and Fei Yaran's heart, which had been cold and numb before, finally regained some sense.

"Give me a little time, and I'll restore Azeroth to the appearance of our home."

As soon as the words fell, Fei Yaran pulled out the dagger on his waist and slashed at his wrist.

The golden-red blood gushed out instantly, but instead of falling downward, it continued to condense in front of Fei Yaran. Quickly opened the territory of the gang and mobilized all the water in the singing night pool, and the Ark gem ring that was originally soaked in the singing night pool also appeared in Fei Yaran's palm in an instant, and was put on the middle finger of his left hand. The N. Nisven, which contains the power of the origin of all things, gently confides in a special rhythm from the slowly opening and closing of the lips.

Gradually, lead-gray clouds began to converge over Azeroth.

Unlike the ominous black-red clouds of the past catastrophe, it is a clearer and more vivid cloud top that is completely condensed by the spirit of water.

Clouds and mist rolled like surging waves, brewing over the land.

When the sky could no longer hold the active water spirit, Fei Yaran finally threw the water of the singing night pond in his hand fused with his own blood and threw it into the clouds.

"Boom—"

Ice-blue lightning streaked through the clouds, instantly tearing through the thick cloud tops that seemed to squeeze out water at the slightest touch.

The spirit of water, which had been accumulated for a long time, had absorbed all the power full of majestic vitality, and finally sprinkled with joy, descending from the sky of the nine heavens, gently caressing towards the traumatized land.

The drizzle continued and fell silently on the heavy blood stains.

The black demonic beast blood and demonic qi struggled to twist and transpire the moment they were touched by the hair-like rain, and hissed like a burning, and finally turned into a wisp of pure white mist, completely dissipating in the crescendo rain.

The raindrops the size of beans were dripping, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into torrential rain, overwhelming the sky and magnificent, like devouring a filthy beast, sweeping from the sky and sweeping in the realm of elves.

Filthy corpses are reduced to ashes in the purifying rain, the charred earth gradually reveals its true color, and the viscous swamp fades away its filth, swallowing the rain and slowly converging into a clear lake.

After experiencing many emotions such as dazedness, disbelief, surprise, and bitterness, they finally realized who had brought them this new rainstorm.

Knee-bent willingly for the man, after the strangulation of the clouds and the rain that awakened the life of Anzeroth, proud as elves, and finally for the first time, bowed their noble heads to the elves other than the elven king, and bowed gratefully and reverently to the western sky of Azeroth.

Standing behind all the crying elves, Star Rail looked at the red figure in the western sky, and finally showed a smile as if relieved.

Emerald was still awake for them after all.