The strange movement of the altar caused Vane to take a few steps back, his eyes fixed on what was rising, his right hand clutching the sapphire staff.

What rises from the top of the altar has come out completely. It was a half-length staff with a thin bottom and a thick top, about a little over a meter long. The staff was silently suspended vertically in the air at the top of the altar, and water was dripping downwards from the staff.

What the hell is this?, Vane held the sapphire staff to his chest, swallowed, and looked at the staff nervously.

The staff looked very strange, it was not made of a single piece of wood, but multiple light brown rattans intertwined with each other at an eerie angle. The rattans seemed to grow out of the tail of the staff, winding around an invisible axis and growing upward. The rattans grew thicker and thicker, converging at the top of the cane to form a semi-enclosed space the size of a fist.

In the air above the finger of the top of the staff, a round fiery red gem floated steadily. Even though the rubies and the staff are not connected, they seem so harmonious that they are a single unit at a glance.

Vane looked at the cane and suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if he had known it a long time ago. The cane began to tremble slightly, making a small but sharp humming sound.

Vane closed his eyes, he could feel its loneliness, its longing, even its temperature. The cane tempted Vane like a demon.

The sapphire staff in Vane's hand trembled slightly, and soon a crisp sound came, and the sapphire on the staff suddenly shattered, and several large and small pieces fell to the ground. The inscription on the staff flickered a few times, and then it was completely extinguished.

"When. The shattered sapphire staff fell to the ground, but Vane didn't realize it, just stared at the vine staff in a daze.

The cane hummed slightly, and it began to glow a faint red, while the temperature of the room rose suddenly.

I'm going to have it, and that's all Wayne has in mind. He felt like a fire was burning in his body, his skin was hot, his eyes were burning, and his body walked uncontrollably towards the altar.

......

The ruins of a northern elven village in the Frozen Wasteland.

"Master, can that little magician get the staff?" asked the succubus with a wink of big innocent eyes.

"For more than a thousand years, I can't remember how many people have tried to remove the elven relic from the altar, but no one has ever succeeded, not even me. The Corpse Witch said in a tooth-aching, hoarse voice.

"Whether he gets it or not, he'll soon be one of those rotten bones. Of course, if he gets it, I kill him and become the new owner of that staff. Hahaha......" The ghost's maniacal laughter pierced through the fog and echoed through the ruins.

......

In the glacial temple, one of Vane's feet had already stepped onto the stone steps of the altar.

What am I doing? At that moment, the last vestige of consciousness woke Vane up. He looked at the cane in front of him in horror and quickly stepped back.

The rattan cane made a louder and louder sound, and it seemed to be very satisfied with the human in front of it.

"Whoosh!" the cane flew down the altar and landed firmly in Vane's hands. At the same time, the entire temple shook slightly, and fine sand shook from the top.

Vane held the cane in his right hand and froze in place, a look of pain on his face. It was as if there were countless bees flying in my head, and all kinds of unfamiliar images kept flashing.

And the cane is like growing in Vane's hand, and he can't throw it away. He knelt on the ground with his head in his hands, his body shaking.

"Ah......h His black hair was disheveled, his eyes were red, and his otherwise handsome face had become distorted. The rattan cane in his hand became more and more bright red, and the red orb suspended at the top of the rattan cane seemed to be injected with blood, and there was a faint liquid rotating rapidly in it.

Countless voices passed through his mind, and those voices sounded like elven words, and they didn't dissipate, but seemed to be burned into Vane's mind. Vane had no time to pay attention to the elven words, and more images flooded into his mind......

In the frozen wasteland, in the villages of the northern elves, the flames are blazing in the tall furnaces, and the tall and sturdy blacksmiths are wielding their hammers.

On the southern coast, fishermen are harvesting their nets on their fishing boats.

In the forest to the north, hunters are maneuvering with the bear, ready to strike a fatal blow at any moment.

Farther north, outside the Glacier Temple, the elves knelt on the path leading to the entrance to the temple, praying reverently.

......

After a long time, the voices and images in his head gradually stopped, and only an elven word kept echoing in Vane's mind.

“runya lir， karusinw-anna......”

Vane gasped and curled up on the ground, feeling like his strength was almost drained.

"Song of the Red Flame, Salusen's gift......" Vane muttered, barely audible. The next moment his eyes widened, and he could understand this elven phrase and say it skillfully.

Vane staggered to his feet, his head groggy and about to crack, as if it were filled with a myriad of tiny things.

What the hell is wrong with me...... Vane patted his head lightly with his hand, and the feeling of his head swaying made him uncomfortable.

The magic lamp fell at Vane's feet, and the vine staff lay on the ground two or three meters away, quiet as if nothing had happened.

Is this staff called the Song of the Red Flame? It must not be an ordinary thing to put in an altar. Vane shuddered at the thought of what he felt just now, this staff was like it had a soul, and that soul was full of pure evil. It's like I'm in a demon, and I want to have it completely uncontrollably. There was even a moment when Vane felt that his soul was no longer his own.

"It's so dangerous, I was almost robbed of my mind by this broken staff. Vane muttered quietly, bending down to pick up the damaged sapphire staff on the ground.

Not far away, the Song of the Red Flame of the Staff suddenly lit up, emitting a dark red light. It let out a sharp humming sound, as if expressing strong displeasure, and after a few quick vibrations, it suddenly flew towards Vane.

"Smack!" just as Vane was about to pick up the sapphire staff, the Song of the Red Flame returned to Vane's right hand.

The moment he got the Song of the Red Flame, a violent force rushed in from his right hand, filling Vane's internal organs in an instant. Before he could think too much, his consciousness quickly blurred.

Vane was half-kneeling on the ground with his staff in his hands, his head bowed, his short black hair hanging down, and his body twitching. As if unable to withstand the violent force, tiny droplets of blood oozed from his skin.

The Song of the Red Flame stood on the stone slab, and the entire body of the staff turned bright red. The jewel suspended at the top of the staff burned, the color of blood. Soon the entire staff was surrounded by flames, illuminating the room.

The flames spread down the staff's rattan to the staff's tail.

"Smack!" the heavy bluestone slab that supported the staff cracked open a thin gap. Soon, with the staff as the center, countless large and small cracks spread out in all directions.

The flames crept down the staff to the ground as if they were alive, filling all the cracks almost instantly.

The whole room was like a sea of fire.

A figure rose from the flames and walked slowly outward.