Catalian sat in the central garden of the Falotsi Mansion, his ice-blue vertical pupils that were characteristic of the Ice Dragon's vein sweeping over the others sitting in the garden.

A caretaker, a powerful lord of the dead, and a lowly and hateful human.

It is impossible to imagine in Catarian's long years how these three very different races sat together and drank tea together.

What made Catalian even more incomprehensible was that the former priest of the Sacred Tree and the most obedient and well-behaved elven priest, Tyrene, had also become one of them!

Judging by the attitude of the Lord of the Dead towards Tyrene, it seems that she still likes Tyren very much.

Shouldn't the spirits of the dead who have been associated with death loathing the World Tree? After all, the World Tree is a huge gathering of life energy.

Catarian's mind was a little confused, and the world seemed to be a little different during the time that the ice dragon felt like it was dominated by the gray mist.

"Is black tea OK?"

Qiao Xiu handed a cup of black tea to the ice dragon, who looked like a man on the outside.

However, based on the information provided by the Dark Elves, Qiao Xiu learned that each of the Tree of the World's protectors is genderless, they are the 'only' individual, and each death symbolizes another rebirth.

And as a human form, the appearance is like a fraudster, and no matter what they become, they decide according to their preferences.

Catalian didn't take the black tea that Qiao Xiu handed over, even though the ice dragon relied on his sense of smell to make sure that there were no 'toxins' in the black tea.

But Catalian didn't come here for afternoon tea!

"Tylene."

Catarian's gaze softened as he looked at the frost elf.

The ice dragon was in no mood to think about why the Warden and the Lord of the Dead were in a human city.

The original purpose of Catarian's visit to Nolan was to keep the sacred tree away from those dangerous humans!

"Get out of here with me." Catalian said.

In Catarian's memory, Tyren was the most obedient of the twelve Frost Elf priests, and the closest to Catarian.

The Frost Elves blessed by Catarian have been watching the Frost Elves in front of them from childhood to adulthood for thousands of years.

When Tyren was young, Catalian often sang lullaies to lull her to sleep.

This kind of mentor-mother-daughter relationship is much more reliable than the 'friends' she met in Nolan.

"The Shelterer..."

At this moment, Tallyin's answer was very hesitant.

This ice dragon has overlooked a very important element, that is, the little girl who used to hum a lullaby every day to fall asleep has now grown up completely!

Tyrene's eyes glanced at Qiao Xiu, who was sitting next to him, and Qiao Xiu shrugged his shoulders to indicate that he could not give any advice.

After a few seconds of silence, Tyren looked up at Catalian again.

"I'm sorry, Shelterer... I can't leave the city! ”

The tone of Tylene's words was not at all like the usual soft and weak, but full of a resolute meaning.

"Can't? Are they threatening you? Catalian's vertical pupils glanced at Qiao Xiu, as if he had misunderstood Qiao Xiu's shrugging just now.

Before Josiu could open her mouth to defend herself, Tyren immediately shook her head and rejected Catarian's idea.

"No, it's not."

"Tyrin, have you forgotten who destroyed our home?"

Catalian's gaze glanced at Ciri, who was sitting next to Joshy.

The ice dragon was extremely prejudiced against humans, but this time Ciri was not afraid of Catarian's gaze, but glared at Catalian instead.

Even the miniature Deathwing standing on Ciri's shoulder spat out a small fireball like a demonstration.

"Didn't forget... Of course not forgotten. Tyren clenched her hands tightly, a sad expression on her face, and as Catalian reminded her, she reminisced about those nightmarish days.

"I watched as the men in the gray mist killed my mother and father, but I couldn't do anything about it, and even if I covered my ears, I could hear everyone's cries, Elder Cusie, Priest Celtia...... All poured in blood. Tyren muttered to herself, "In the end, I was the only one left to escape in the snow, and even if I was lucky enough to come to the human world, I could only hide in a dark corner and shiver." ”

Catalian listened to Tylin's narration, his anger subsided slightly, and the ice dragon's heart was filled with self-reproach.

So Catalian made his tone as soft as possible.

"Tyren and I leave this city, and the High Elves are said not to have any humans set foot on it, let alone anyone to hurt you."

"Protector, the people of Nolan didn't hurt me." Tyren looked up and met Catarian's gaze again.

"That's just the surface, those guys are made of mud and water inside, and when you're defenseless, you realize how dirty it is inside."

Catalian stared at Tyrene, with a majesty that was somewhere between a dragon and an elder.

Tyren felt the pressure from the dragon's pressure, and Ciri wanted to step forward to help Tyren say a few words, but was stopped by Qiao Xiu, and Qiao Xiu also stopped the skeleton by the way.

The only one who can convince the ice dragon is Tyren herself, and the others getting involved only make the relationship more strained.

"I know not everyone can call it 'good,' but ......," a white cat with a shimmering light suddenly appeared in Terrin's palm.

"The Sacred Tree."

Catalian had been thinking about getting Tyren out of here, but he had ignored the will of the World Tree that was lying in Tylin's hands.

After the destruction of the World Tree, the only way to be reborn is to be in the most basic seed state.

Catalian didn't know how many years it would take to go from seed to germination, but the nourishment for the growth of the World Tree was the faith of the Frost Elves.

It stands to reason that the only faith in the Sacred Tree is now Tyrin alone.

But judging from the aura emanating from the white cat, this is definitely not the level that Tai Lin's faith alone can reach when gathered.

"With Mr. Joshy's help, the people of Nolan can hear my singing and the stories I tell every day, and the stories that Mr. Jossiu writes are very interesting... Wrong. Tyrin was visibly flustered, and when she realized she was off topic halfway through speaking, she sorted out her language again and said, "Anyway, the people of Nolan love my singing, and the stories that Mr. Josiu wrote!" ”

"What does this prove?" Catarian said impatiently that the elves' singing didn't sound great to the dragons, let alone the humans.

"Because I also love the songs I sing, and the stories that Mr. Joshua writes!" Tyrene's eyes were fixed on Catarian, and at that moment, Catarian saw something called 'Determination' in the eyes of the frost elf, "I'm sure someone who likes the same songs and stories... They must all be good people! ”

Catalian should have ridiculed her for the lack of logic in what she had said, but Catalian noticed the most crucial point.

Those humans provided the sustenance of the sacred tree!

Mankind... How could it be possible to provide nourishment for the Sacred Tree, or how could those humans worship the World Tree!

"And when the sacred tree Enluxi was still a seed, the haze of gray fog still shrouded it, and it was Mr. Qiao Xiu and the people of Nolan who saved me and Enluxi." Before Tyren could finish her next sentence, she was interrupted by Catarian.

"The erosion of the gray mist has attached itself to the sacred tree in its seed state?" Catalian looked at the white cat incredulously, as if to ask, 'How did you survive?'

The white cat yawned lazily, and after scratching his chin with his paws, he opened his squinted eyes and looked at Qiao Xiu.

Catalian's gaze also followed the white cat's gaze, and looked at Qiao Xiu, who was watching the play with black tea.

"Ahem, this... Let me explain. ”

Qiao Xiu watched the emotional drama for so long with black tea next to him, and felt that it was almost time to intervene in the discussion between the two people.