Arthur Crowe.

Astrologer Kuitoan awoke from his dream and put his hand on his forehead to adjust his breathing.

He had been haunted by nightmares for three thousand years, and every once in a while he would dream of the past where Arthurcro was swallowed up by the gray mist, and all his familiar friends and relatives were distorted into monsters.

Quiittoan can't forget all this, and none of the High Elves who survived.

So when he heard the sacred tree say that 'the murderer who caused the tragedy of 3,000 years ago has returned,' Kuitoan was very restrained in not rolling up his sleeves to fight the blasphemers.

It was very difficult to get Quitoan to accept the blasphemers again, and what really made Quitoan decide to try it was the terrible situation in which Arthur Crowe was currently in a bad situation.

A silver inscription appeared in his hand, and the inscription formed a portal, into which he walked straight in.

The portal leads to the outskirts of the Forgotten Lands, where Elder Sindonar has been waiting for him for a long time.

"Sindonal, where is the Forgotten One?"

The Sacred Tree has only one message to Queytoan, and that is to 'accept the forgotten'.

Any High Elf who lived through that catastrophe understood what it meant to be the Forsaken, and it was now difficult for Queytoan to understand why the Sacred Tree would accept them again.

But Arthur Crowe's current situation, as an astrologer, is very clear, even if there is a glimmer of hope in the end, Quiittoan has to hold on tightly.

"He's in there." Elder Sindonal said, pointing to the ruins behind him.

Have to step in there?

He looked at the dilapidated building not far away, all kinds of memories kept pouring into his mind, he closed his eyes and sank his heart, and when he opened his eyes again, he looked at Al next to him.

"Sindonal, I remember this meeting, and I asked you to keep it secret from the other elders." Kuitoan said.

Quiittoan knew Al, and there were few people in the High Elf race who didn't know the genius child.

"The Forgotten Say She... is the key to saving Arthur Crowe. ”

When Elder Sindonar said this, the expression on his face was very strange.

Hearing the news, Quiyitoan's face also revealed... An expression of disbelief, as if to say, 'Arthurcro is hopeless, wait for death!' ’

After Quiytoan followed Elder Sindonar into the Forgotten Lands, many questions in his mind were filled with memories.

The ruined city, once part of Arthurcro's bustle, was now burning with a burning fire.

"Are you okay with Quitoan?" Elder Sindonal noticed the astrologer's slightly pained expression.

"I just remembered something bad."

Quiytoan shook his head, allowing Elder Sindonar to continue leading the way.

Elder Sindonal led him all the way to the Hearthstone Tavern in the depths of the Forgotten Lands, and the next second Queitoan walked into the tavern, he saw Josiu oncoming him.

Quiyitoan was already trying his best to restrain his emotions, but he clearly felt the same aura as those monsters three thousand years ago in Qiao Xiu's body, and a lot of thoughts came to his mind at this moment......

The Forsaken, the Blasphemer, the culprit who destroyed Arthurcro, and the one who killed his own parents and his eldest brother and sister...... Murderer!

The cultivation accumulated over thousands of years seemed to have lost its effect at this moment, and the astrologer's expression became very solemn, and he tried his best to restrain the hatred and murderous intent in his heart.

The killing intent overflowing from his body was also noticed by Qiao Xiu, and Ciri beside him had a beast-like intuition for this thought.

"Are you High Elves accustomed to fighting before talking when you meet others?"

Ciri had already taught several High Elf Inspectors how to be human beings in the past week, and they came to the tavern with hostility and anger, and then were beaten up by Ciri and the Ice Dragon, and then tied up and thrown to the third floor to be trained.

Quiytoan was now like a wolf dormant in the snow, melting into the snow around him, but he had already bared his fangs and claws, ready to tear his prey apart at any moment.

"Kuitoan, the Sacred Tree is watching you." Elder Sindonal hurriedly reminded his friend.

He looked up slightly and saw the white bird standing on the beam, and instantly realized his gaffe, Kuitoan took a deep breath again, and he kept reminding himself that "the person in front of him is not an immortal, even if it is the offspring of the blasphemer of the past, and the sin should not be borne by him." ’

"My name is Quiytoan, an elder of the Elven Council, and I am also an astrologer."

Adjusting his emotions, Quietto practiced a High Elf ritual to Joe.

"Joshey Arnorod."

Qiao Xiu just told him his name, and in the face of a person who came up with the idea of 'wanting to kill you', Qiao Xiu really couldn't greet him with a smile.

"Boss! Ready to start! ”

Al was completely unaware of the solemn atmosphere of the conversation between the two, and she had devoted all her energy to the Holy Spirit training tournament these days.

All this is so that today's 'live' can prove to the audience who supports her that she is still a hero who can kill the opponent alone in a game.

"You still have two hours to prepare, my scene has been set up for you, you just sit there."

Qiao Xiu opened the interface of the magic net and glanced at the feedback above, and the other two guests invited by Qiao Xiu both sent a message to Qiao Xiu that they could start at any time.

It is said that the thundering crystal also asked the person in yellow for a whole day off for this live broadcast, and the next time Qiao Xiu recorded the sage forum, the person in yellow might come to him again to complain.

"Okay!"

Al's performance was still full of energy, not at all like he had stayed up for three whole days.

She sat at the long table that Qiao Xiu had set up for her, quietly waiting for the live broadcast to start.

"What are you going to ask Al to do?"

Elder Sindonar looked at the position where Al was sitting, which looked quite 'ceremonial'.

The decorations on the long table are carefully arranged, stacked hardcover books, and a vase with three bouquets of flowers, plus a white cloth temporarily pulled up behind it...

Could it be to tell a story like the frost elf? Elder Sindonal has watched the show on the magic web once or twice, and the frost elf will share some interesting stories with the humans of Nolan in the afternoon.

"Probably sacrificing her in exchange for a lot of the power of faith."

Qiao Xiu chose to make a joke at this time, and on the way to the joke, he looked at the Elder Kuitoan.

Sure enough, a very complicated expression appeared on the elder's face.

"Dedicated... Sacrifice? Old... Is the boss real? ”

Qiao Xiu's joke was heard by the sharp-eyed Al, and this girl seemed to be really... I believed it.

"That." Just as Qiao Xiu was about to tell Al the truth, a resolute expression suddenly appeared on her face.

"I... I know, if it's for Arthurcro, but the boss I have only one request, can you not sacrifice me to that kind of poor gods, like the god of light and the god of order, they don't seem to eat meat...... The god of thunder is the best! 'Valhalla is filled with endless feasts! 'Something. ”

Al analyzed it with Qiao Xiu seriously, if the soul is sacrificed to the gods, it will be more comfortable to give it to that god.

"Stop!"

Qiao Xiu was impressed by Al's strange brain circuit for the second time, this girl seems to have a lot of research on the gods of this world, and she can publish a "Heavenly Travel Guide" if she continues to talk like this!

But after Al's analysis, the elder named Quiytoan seemed to believe it.

"Is this the only way to do it?"

Kuitoan's sigh was permeated with a sense of despair.

"Only this way?"

How could Qiao Xiu hear that this elven elder had already known the method of 'sacrifice'?

"This is the will of the sacred tree..."Queitoan's eyes wandered, and finally he raised his head to look at the white bird, "If that's the case, the sacred tree... Al wasn't a good fit. ”