After finishing speaking, he took the initiative to greet him.

"Hey, Miss Sengil, it's been a long time since I've seen you, but you're still so beautiful."

Eliel's flirtatious tone made Sengil's body stiffen, and she recalled a long time ago, when the two first met, on the afternoon when they were quietly reading a book by the moon well, when someone suddenly came up to talk to her......

Her tense face softened, and she looked up to speak, only to see Eliel's warning eyes.

What is he hinting at me?

Sengil's mind was spinning, and many things came to mind in an instant.

Memeon?

It only took a second for the Night Whispering Patriarch to figure out the twists and turns, and his tone became serious again.

"Eliel, have you figured it out after all this time?"

"My thoughts were told to you at the beginning, Lady Sengil." Eliel smiled, "For the sake of us still having such a tacit understanding, don't beat around the bush anymore, don't let Mr. Memeon see the joke." ”

"Hmph."

Sengil snorted coldly, and the longbow Senjira instantly pulled into a full moon, aiming at a certain part of the wall.

The shadows on the wall squirmed, and the Shadow Frost Patriarch walked out with a smile on his face.

"You know, it was because of this disgusting smile that Your Excellency didn't pursue Singier?" Eliel scoffed, "She and I share four metaphors to describe your self-righteous appearance, either of which is inseparable from the 'stupid' embellishment. ”

Memeon's expression froze on his face, but then softened.

"Whatever you may say, the dead will always be treated preferentially, especially you, your Excellency the former chief priest."

"Praise be to you for your kindness and kindness."

Eliel nodded politely, then stretched out his hands like a prisoner with his hands tied—though he already was.

"Let's go, Lady Sengil, lead me to the sacred altar, I know you're going to give me a grand funeral, or you'll all be unsure."

Sengil looked at the hands that were close at hand, and there was a slight struggle in his heart.

Her lips opened slightly, and she was about to make a final plea, but was stopped by the other party with a look.

Eliel's gaze was as resolute as he had been when he parted ways with her.

Their long life is like two straight lines intersecting, only the moment of intersection is the closest, and then they gradually drift apart, until now they can't see the distance between each other.

"I'll take you."

She suddenly grabbed Eliel's hand, not by tugging at his wrist, but by the way that only people close to her would have.

This action not only shocked the latter, but also made Memion stunned in place.

However, Eliel's reaction was quick, and he curled the corners of his mouth and gave Memion a meaningful smile, which was self-evident in his sarcasm.

Seeing the two of them walk away, Memion's eyes were gloomy, and his gaze swept over the others in the crypt.

He needed some avenue to vent his anger.

However, at this time, the voice that annoyed him came again.

"There are so few guards today, it's just the right time to escape......

Damn it!

He quickly gave up the idea and followed.

He can't leave Sengil with anything to take advantage of!

……

The Elven Altar was only used as a religious site a long time ago, when it was called the Temple of the Two Moons.

There are four buildings here, enclosed in a quadrangular shape. But each one is connected by an arc channel, which looks like an elliptical ring when viewed from above.

In the courtyard in the center of the ring, there is an unfathomable dry well, and for ten days of the year, the moonlight shines in the quiet of the night, and it looks as if it comes from the dry well, connecting with the two moons.

So the bones of each of the chief priests after their death were thrown into it, and they hoped that they would return to the bosom of the two moons, and this light was also called a ladder.

But now, this dry well is filled with the brilliance of divine power, and the elves who have soaked in it have either become puppets infused with divine power, or have been destroyed by divine power under strong self-will, which has to be said to be a very ironic thing.

Sengil held Eliel's hand like this, and if you ignore her tense expression and the latter's comical gait because of the shackles, the two of them are like a pair of glue-like lovers.

The guards at the well were all held back, but Memeon insisted on following behind, and on the one hand it was pleasant to see Eliel towards death, and on the other hand, the sight of the two of them grinding his ears and temples made him as uncomfortable as if he had eaten a fly, painful and tormented.

Standing at the edge of the well, Eliel looked down, and the milky white divine power was tumbling hotly, but it was not terrifying at all, more like soaking in a hot spring.

"Let go, Lady Sengil." Eliel laughed, "The tighter you hold now, the sadder you will be." ”

Sengil let go of his hand and took three steps back.

She didn't say anything more, she had said enough of what she had said on the road just now, but it was all for herself.

She is not the little girl she was a long time ago, she has her own mission, and the person in front of her will get in her way.

"Farewell, then, both."

Eliel smiled open-mindedly and jumped into the well.

Feeling the heat wave getting closer and closer, he suddenly recalled the words that the former chief priest Garland said when he held his hand before he died, and he said that he had seen people and things in the past more than once, and scenes from the past appeared in front of him, but he always thought that it was fake.

But when this moment really came, it was so real.

Memories emerge automatically, like a marquee, from the beginning of his entry into Sulama to study, because of the shame of the Morrowind family because of his unenterprising and unenterprising attitude, to later meet that magical old man, become his student, and gradually become famous, becoming an elven genius that cannot be found in the world, and then met Sengil, fell in love with her, and then broke up because of a disagreement with the concept......

Of course, compared with these, it is more exciting to face the gods a few times, and it also makes people feel the insignificance, fragility, and ...... of life The cold-bloodedness of the so-called gods.

Seeing the truth, he felt more and more that this world was dark and incorrigible, but he also began to understand the old man's thoughts more and more.

"Patience and hope are the last treasures of humanity."

The same applies to elves.

This is a time when there is no hope in sight, the gods that people believe in are cold-blooded and arrogant, and the living beings are just pawns in their hands, or even inferior to them. The restless are obliterated, and the ones who try to escape the chess game are reduced to puppets...... He hated the world from the bottom of his heart, but he couldn't escape it.

Someone has to stand up, why not me? Why should I look to others instead of actively seeking liberation?

So he disguised himself as a human, established Morrowind Academy under the alias Lord of Light, and began to do something a long time ago when he realized that there were fewer and fewer unbelievers in his race, but with little success.

He didn't know if what he was doing was useful, and he couldn't see where the future was, and he didn't care about that.

Anyway, Lao Tzu is going to die, whatever.

Eliel thought.

His life was long and gorgeous, and it seemed good that it would end like this. If there is a meaning in life, it may be that you can die with a satisfied heart.

So he closed his eyes, and then there was the sound of whirring wind in his ears, and instead of the imaginary burning touch, he heard an exclamation from Memeon.

"Intruder!!"