Three thousand years ago, in order to save Athurcro, the sacred tree relied on the power it had accumulated to merge with the city of Athercro.

The city of Athurcro in the sky is the lifeblood of the sacred tree, and once the city falls, it also represents the fate of the sacred tree's withering.

So the drop in height of Arthur Crowe is a sign of the weakening of the sacred tree.

The Council of Elders had been searching for a cure, and the initial thought was to use the help of the Frost Elves, but unfortunately the plan failed.

In addition to some impractical methods, the elders have found the easiest way to do this, which is to infuse the life of their own people into the sacred tree as energy.

Legend has it that the elves themselves are born of the World Tree, and every time one of their kind dies, they will perform a kind of 'tree burial'.

Dead High Elves will be swept up by the branches and leaves of the sacred tree, and eventually turn into starlight and sink into the trunk.

The decision made by the Council of Elders was to convert the 'living kindred' into the energy of the sacred tree.

This resolution has been debated in the Council of Elders for almost three years without any result, because it is so cruel that the sacred tree does not say anything.

But at this moment, Quiytoan realized that the sacred tree seemed to accept the offer.

"Shouldn't it be Allai?" Seeing this elder's serious expression, Qiao Xiu felt that this prank could continue, so Qiao Xiu also asked the other party in a serious tone, "Then who do you think will come?" ”

Quiyitoan, who was questioned by Qiao Xiu, closed his eyes, pursed his lips tightly, and finally opened his eyes, glanced at the white bird on the roof, and then gave Qiao Xiu an answer.

"I've lived long enough." Quiytoan pulled back the long sleeves of his clothes, and the High Elf Elf's left hand was only three fingers, "A long life is a wonderful thing to look at you short-lived, it is a torture for me, if I were two thousand years younger, I might see you as a mortal enemy, but unfortunately I am too old to have this passion." ”

Quiytoan has been tormented by nightmares for too long, and the greatest pain for him from the tragic memories of the past is that even his hated enemies have gradually turned to dust over time.

"So Holy Tree, I'm ready." Queitto quietly recounted his state of mind, and opened his eyes as he prepared to be the first to give his life.

He found that Qiao Xiu, who was originally standing in front of him, and the human girl had already walked to the other side, leaving Elder Sindonar alone by his side.

Quiytoan glanced suspiciously at Elder Sindonar next to him.

"They said 'Chicken Soup for the Soul is too long to listen' and walked away, and Quiytoan... That Chaos Demon's method wasn't actually a sacrifice. ”

Elder Sindonar's face tightened, the five elders in the High Elves were all facial paralysis except for Enya, but at this time, Elder Sindonar, who was facial paralysis, couldn't suppress his laughter.

Quietto didn't notice the corners of his old friend's mouth twitching slightly from the smile, and he focused on Al's.

"Long time no see! I'm Al, um... Let me look at the script book, I was a little shy to appear in front of the camera for the first time, please bear with me, and attach a smile? ”

The tavern was instantly injected with new vitality by Al's voice, and the High Elf girl was definitely very talented in 'selling cute', provided that she first got rid of the bad habit of reading the script during the live broadcast.

"What is Al doing?"

In Queytoan's eyes, Al was facing the air and saying strange words, and after those words he had finished speaking, his hand gesturing in mid-air.

This symptom is very similar to what happens after an illusion.

"Al, she's with a bunch of humans... Communicate. ”

Elder Sindonar also had no idea about the method Qiao Xiu used, and Quietone stared at Al tightly, and her pupils suddenly contracted in the next second.

Although it was subtle, Quiytoan could see a large number of shimmering particles gradually pouring into Al's body.

This is the power of faith...... The light emitted by these particles was dim, so dim that it was almost transparent, almost faint to the point of difference between a lamp and a firefly compared to the energy that the High Elves provided to the sacred tree.

But the number of shimmering particles gathered on Al was terrifying.

"What did you make Al do?"

Kuitoan couldn't control his emotions anymore at this moment, and walked straight to Qiao Xiu's side and asked loudly.

Every Elven Elder understands how difficult it is to get a newborn High Elf to establish faith in the Sacred Tree.

As a result, every High Elf will be instilled in them in their first lesson as a child that the Sacred Tree is supreme.

"As your friend said, Al is communicating with humans."

Qiao Xiu waved his hand to open the interface of the magic net, and directly clicked on the page of the magic net vision, and the most conspicuous position in this page was Al's live broadcast.

There is no official live broadcast room in the magic net vision, this is a web page made by Qiao Xiu temporarily, and after clicking in, you can see the interface of "Holy Spirit" in the combat preparation stage.

A small window is set aside in the lower right corner of the screen in the center of the screen, where Al himself is waving to the audience.

"Communication alone can't be generated... The Power of Faith. ”

Quiyitoan looked at the magic net interface in front of Qiao Xiu, and his expression instantly froze for a moment.

"You... Found the lost gift of the sacred tree? Quiytoan glanced up and down Qiao Xiu again, "No, this is not the central consciousness of the sacred tree. ”

"The gift of the sacred tree?"

Joshua seemed to hear something terrible again, and Kuitoan's expression looked like he had seen something similar to the 'magic web'.

Moreover, there are many 'high-tech' products in Athercro, whether it is a hedron that can record images, or a dagger that was previously captured from the patrol leader, which is not a product that can be produced by human technology at this stage.

"Please forget what I just said." Kuitoan shook his head, deliberately avoiding the question, "I can understand that this is the medium through which Al communicates with humans, but ......"

At this point, Quiytoan glanced at Al again, and this glance alone made Quiittoan unable to take his eyes off him at all.

Because the power of faith floating beside Al has increased again!

The number was still rising at a rapid rate, and at first in Quiytoan's eyes, Al was just surrounded by a few glowflies on both sides of his cheeks, and now Al's body was almost occupied by this group of 'fireflies'.

Hundred? No... Thousand? Quiitto carefully counted the dim orbs of light, estimating how many people's faith had gathered in Al's body.

"The exact number of people is around 5,000." Qiao Xiu reminded the elven elder not to do this kind of useless work, and at the same time pointed to the 'number of viewers' at the bottom of the magic net interface.

"Five thousand?"

Queitoan looked at the row of numbers from where Josieu was pointing, and it showed thirteen thousand.

"This is just my approximate estimate, but now there are more than 10,000 people in the whole of Nolan trying to see Al, and the number is still rising." Qiao Xiu said.

To see her? Quiytoan felt like his common sense and logic had been messed up for three thousand years.

"What do so many humans want to see Arles?" Kuitoan eventually asked the question.

Qiao Xiu pondered for a moment, and finally came up with an answer.

"Selling cute?"