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Vincent and the Pale Mother Tree stood side by side, facing the breeze that blew at some point.

At this time, his eyes were extremely serious and said: "After solving the hidden dangers here, I will set off to the south, where it must be Mordremoth's lair, and it is also the place where I must go in person." ”

Vincent said this because he knew that Mordremoth's ability to know certain secrets that even he did not know must have something to do with the location of Mordremoth's true body.

Vincent was even more daring to guess that the ultimate goal of his trip was in that place.

The Pale Mother Tree didn't say anything more, took Vincent's hand, closed her eyes that outsiders couldn't see, and said, "Then, I'll start with my hundred children." ”

Vincent clenched his hands back, also closed his eyes, and said, "Let's start." ”

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Three loud bangs in a row exploded in Vincent's mind, and in an instant, all kinds of emotions and sounds filled Vincent's perception.

"What's the matter, is something wrong with my mother?

"What is this, it's so unpalatable, no wonder Your Excellency Dawn naturally looks like it's hard to swallow but forcibly drinks it. However, it feels very good to continue to recover mental strength, so comfortable. ”

"Is Mother planning to take us on a migration away from this land that is no longer peaceful?"

"It's all my fault, if it weren't for me, Finney wouldn't have died, woo. ”

"Damn monster, damn manipulator behind the scenes, sooner or later I'll find you and make you a part of nature with my own hands. ”

For a moment, or worry, or ordinary, or wanting to escape, or grief, or hatred, all kinds of emotions rushed into Vincent's mind in an instant.

Vincent instantly felt that he had become one of the one hundred and one thoughts, and was constantly enduring the invasion of emotions.

It didn't take long for the hundred elves to notice that the Pale Mother Tree was searching for their spiritual power. It is because they no longer think about it for the first time, but experience the warmth as if they are returning to a dream.

At this time, the mutation abruptly occurred.

The dreams of eight of them suddenly change, and finally, a scene that is tantamount to the end of the world for them appears.

The shriveled white trunk of the Pale Mother Tree fell in the Sacred Forest, losing all its luster and becoming dull, which was a sign that the Pale Mother Tree had completely withered.

All the people gathered around Goloria.

At this moment, she held a seed that shone with white light all over her body, and walked sadly towards the south of the green jungle, while the people around her followed her as if they had lost their souls.

The gods in the kingdom of God have completely lost faith in their tribesmen because of the withering of the pale mother tree.

So the gods issued an oracle that they would never again meddle in any matter of the physical plane, leaving their disappointed people to fend for themselves until the pale mother tree was resurrected.

The sudden silence of the gods violently exacerbated the division within the elven race, and some of the elves led by Gororia chose to heed the voice of the dream and went south to resurrect the Pale Mother Tree.

Some of the elves, led by the Grand Council of Devon, believe that the withering of the Pale Mother Tree is due to the weakness of the current elves.

They advocated that the elves must return to their former glory, go to the territory of the Terran Empire, and participate in battles, even if it is to temporarily abandon the dignity of the elves and intermarry with humans.

The last part of the rest immediately lost the courage to live when they learned the bad news, and chose to face the fate of withering with the pale mother tree.

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The eight elves who faced this situation for the first time suddenly became violently fluctuating in their mental power, and it could almost be said that if they were not careful, they would completely lose themselves and become puppets of false dreams.

That is, to become a slave to Mordremoth.

That's when Vinson came in.

Vincent, who possessed some of Mordremoth's mental power, immediately entered their dreams, removing all the illusion and returning them to their real dreams.

Here, the pale mother tree opens its arms to greet their nestling-like pounce.

At this point, the seed of spiritual power buried by Mordremoth disappeared without a trace.

A minute later

Vincent took a long breath, but still kept his eyes closed, and said indifferently without a trace of exhaustion on his face: "The next batch, a thousand." ”

"Good. ”

This time, the thousand elves, Vincent, who was already much more familiar with the removal, were much faster than the last hundred of them. It took him less than five minutes to remove it with Mordremoth's incompetent roar.

Half an hour later, hearing that only the last three thousand elves had not been removed, Vincent asked the Pale Mother Tree for a short rest of a few minutes.

The Pale Mother Tree readily agreed.

Vincent said bluntly while resting, "Mordremoth probably suffered too much mental damage after the new world of dreams was destroyed by me. At this critical juncture, there was no real action at all, except for some noise trying to interfere with me. ”

The Pale Mother Tree smiled, "It is a product of dreams, and it was forcibly driven out of my dreams by you, and it is normal to be powerless to resist. ”

"Well, then I'll hurry up and finish the matter here. Vincent nodded in agreement.

After about a minute, Vincent reconnected with the Pale Mother Tree to remove the hidden danger for the last elves.

Another thousand, and another thousand, easily solved without any trickiness.

However, the removal of the last thousand elves changed suddenly.

When Vincent removed the hidden dangers left behind in their mental powers, he discovered not only Mordremoth's mental fluctuations, but also a more subtle and evil control.

According to Vincent's perception, it does not achieve its own purpose by accumulating and imperceptibly influencing it like Mordremoth.

It's more like a spy lurking deep, deep, and there's nothing unusual at all until the controlled gets close to controlling its existence.

It's just that it couldn't be more obvious to Vincent, who has the help of the pale mother tree.

Vincent tried to use his powerful mental power, as well as extraordinarily precise control, to transfer them from the spiritual power of the twenty elves of different ranks to his own spiritual power, so that they could continue to lurk.

Only then could he easily find these dares and try to control the existence of the elves.

But just when Vincent thought that there was no other change, a petite existence made him completely in a dilemma.

Vincent suddenly opened his eyes and said as if to himself, "What's the matter with Tabesa?"

Vincent was dumbfounded, in his perception, Tybesha's spiritual power was completely occupied by some mysterious presence.

This means that at this point she is no longer a newborn elf, but a shell occupied by some being.

"She's a kid who escaped from the clutches of one of my Mordremoths. ”

The pale mother tree's tone was very sad, and there was an indescribable meaning.

Vincent suddenly thought of a possibility, and quickly said, "Soul transfer?"