The Prophet burst out laughing, and he grabbed Lingle's arm and put it in his heart.

Lingle didn't know what the Prophet was going to do at first, but when she put her hand on the Prophet's heart, she suddenly took a step back in fright.

Lingle looked at the prophet with a frightened face and said, "Master...... Master, your heart is ...... beating."

The Prophet smiled and gave her hand away, he walked in front of Lingle, and said as he walked: "For so many years, I have never dared to let others know this secret, and the first one to know is only you." ”

Lingle followed behind the prophet, and a bad premonition was faintly felt in his heart.

The Prophet led her to the altar, and he pointed to the altar and said, "Go up." ”

Lingle stepped back slightly: "What does Master want to do?" ”

The Prophet was not offended by the retreat of the Lingle, and he touched the stone pillars around the altar with his hand and said, "This is the lineage, and it is also a process that the next High Priest must go through. ”

Lingle was slightly stunned, she seemed to know what the prophet wanted to do.

The Prophet didn't pay attention to her expression, and continued to himself: "That's how I came back then, and if it weren't for the fact that I couldn't find a suitable candidate to inherit the name of the Prophet for so many years, I wouldn't have to endure such a long period of loneliness. ”

The Prophet turned to look at the murals on the walls, and he pointed to one of them and said, "See?" This is me, and the one standing in front of me is the previous prophet, and when he asked me to inherit the name of prophet, I was as scared to death as you are. ”

"He told me that when I became a prophet, I would no longer be me, just a prophet, a guide of the spirits."

"I thought at the time that he was going to occupy my body and use my body to survive, but he didn't, he just gave me all his knowledge and skills, but unfortunately I let him down, the people were not able to gain a foothold in the world."

Lingle lowered her head and listened quietly, she looked at the prophet suspiciously, and asked, "Was it driven out by the Terrans?" ”

The prophet smiled bitterly, shook his head lightly, and said, "There are some things that the clansmen don't know clearly, not only them, but other aliens don't know either. ”

"In the eyes of you juniors, it was the Terrans who drove us out of the world, but in fact, it was we who betrayed them and escaped from the world."

Hearing this, Lingle felt as if his brain had been struck by a thunderbolt, and the whole person was stunned in place.

The Prophet shook his head slightly and said, "Back then, things were very complicated, no one knew who the enemy was, and many people thought that the enemy was our own people, but in fact it was not. ”

"The last prophet passed on all his knowledge to me before he died, not only giving me a huge amount of knowledge, but also giving me all his memories and guesses."

"There is a great calamity in the world, and we should have worked together to overcome the difficulties, but all the other races except the human race have all evacuated the human world as if they had discussed it overnight, leaving only the human race and demon beasts in the human world."

"I thought that they would eventually die at the hands of the enemy, but I never thought that they would carry it down, the vitality of the human race and the demon race was greatly damaged, and their ancestors probably died in that catastrophe."

Lingle looked at the prophet with a frown and asked, "Since that's the case, then why don't you tell your people, so that they can know that we are not ......?"

Before she could finish speaking, the Prophet interrupted her: "Not what? Not driven out by the Terrans, but fleeing in fear? ”

The prophet sneered and said, "You are still young, you still don't understand many things, the catastrophe of the year, the strong people of all races once talked about it, and that meeting made me unforgettable for the rest of my life." ”

Lingle anxiously asked, "What did you say?" ”

The prophet shook his head and said, "The strong people think that there are traitors among the various tribes, and they have already killed the red eyes at that time, and they feel that there is a problem if they are individuals, and they even have the idea of killing the wrong people rather than letting them go." ”

Lingle stared at the Prophet and asked, "Does the Prophet know?" ”

The prophet nodded indifferently and said, "I know." ”

Lingle asked, "Who is it?" Why not? ”

The prophet looked at Lingle like he was looking at a fool, and after looking at it for a while, he shrugged his shoulders helplessly and said, "Who will believe what I said?" Did they suddenly turn to me and attack me? ”

"As for who......

The Prophet bowed his head and groaned, but he did not dare to continue, for he was not very sure.

After so much time, except for some urgent and important things, he couldn't remember most of the things clearly, let alone the person's appearance and name, these were insignificant things to him.

At that time, he was single-mindedly devoted to only his own people.

In fact, a large part of the reason why the tribes don't know about the past is because their ancestors all stayed in that battle, the dead, the wounded, the missing, the disappeared.

And the group of people who remained, for the sake of the rest of the clansmen, chose to forget those past events.

Sooner or later, these things in one's own mind will torment them to madness.

Even if they knew that they were for the sake of their clan, but at the beginning, the clans were friendly, and there were not no relatives and friends between the clans, but they finally chose their own clansmen, which was also a pain and torture for them.

There are not many who can remember the past like this, and can speak so briskly.

Because from the moment he became a prophet, he had dedicated his body and mind to the spirits.

He stretched out his hand and touched Lingle's head and said, "Son, you are the best inheritor I have ever found, and your resilience is the best I have ever seen. ”

Lingle glanced at the Prophet deeply, she didn't know how to answer, because there was still someone in her heart, and what she wanted was not to live, but to die.

She felt that the old fox must be lonely when he was alone below.

The Prophet seemed to feel the thoughts in her heart, and said with a smile: "There is such a saying in the world, it is not that it is not unreported, the time has not yet come, remember my words, and you will understand in the future." ”

Lingle nodded slightly, at this moment, her heart was completely dead, she gently touched her space bag, tears slowly flowed out of the corners of her eyes, dripping to the ground, condensing into ice beads.

Lingle slowly looked up at the prophet and said, "I am willing to become a prophet, but before becoming a prophet, I have a question I want to ask. ”

The Prophet burst out laughing and said, "If you ask, I can answer you as long as I know." ”

"Can a man be resurrected when he dies?"

……

When Lingle walked out of the cave wearing the clothes that only a prophet could wear, all the Lingren present were stunned.

Soon everyone fell to their knees, witnessing the legacy of the next prophet and knowing that a great storm was about to come for the Elven Clan.

Lingle looked through the mask, a trace of sadness flashed in her cold eyes, and her gaze looked into the distance, as if she wanted to see through the world.

In the end, she closed her eyes weakly, and she took a deep breath and said, "Let's go." ”