There are many ways for the Sacred Tree to gather the power of faith, the most direct of which is to make the living beings have a feeling of worship for the Sacred Tree, or a genuine liking for it.

Quaitoan had come into contact with many humans many years ago, and had 'influenced' them to become one of the Sacred Tree believers.

But the result is a failure, and not many humans will consider a tree as their own god.

However, during the period when Arthur Crow communicated with humans, the sacred tree did receive energy from humans.

Curiosity led to the investigation of the matter, and the end result was that many humans had fallen in love with their kind, and that their love for the High Elves had been converted into the energy of the sacred tree.

So... Quiytoan looked at the dense power of faith that surrounded Al, and he could only come up with one explanation.

"There are so many humans who have a love for Arles......"

Quiytoan gradually understood what the method of 'solving the Athurcro crisis' that Josieu was referring to was going on.

If you rely on this energy, the weakened sacred tree can indeed be healed gradually.

But Quiittoan still didn't figure it out......

"What kind of spiritual magic do you mean by 'selling cuteness' to charm the hearts of human beings?"

Quiytoan guessed that the 'technique' used by Josieu would make more than 5,000 humans have the idea of having a crush on Al, and Quiittoan could only think of some kind of magic that could change the minds of humans on a large scale.

"There's actually a little bit of truth in your interpretation of selling cuteness, but it's not all right, and Al is a popularity accumulated by her own skills, so I'll provide her with a platform at most."

Qiao Xiu inexplicably agreed with this elf elder's statement about selling cuteness, but he still told him seriously, "People have relied on their own efforts to get to where they are today."

"On your own?"

Quiitto continued to look at the screen, with five 'painted figures' standing in the background, but a line or two drifted through the screen from time to time.

'Praise to the World Tree, Miss Al is really an elf. ’

Just listening to Miss Al's voice, all the bad mood of failing to refine medicine this morning disappeared. ’

'Can I touch your ears?' ’

These words floating on the screen are the voices left by those human beings, and even thousands of miles away from Queitoan can feel the enthusiasm of human beings for Al from these words.

Quiytoan took the opportunity to glance at Al, who had done nothing but sat there.

In the next second, Al finally had a new move.

"My mentor Fuya seems to be online, and there is also a thundering crystal, so the pleasant threesome journey is ready to begin!"

Al waved his hand excitedly, this wave seemed to be a command to thousands of troops, and the power of faith gathered around her increased again, and even a little bright light appeared.

The text on the screen is gradually increasing... Quiytoan read each line carefully.

"This time it's the Elven Forerunner......

'Started?' Who matched Miss Al? ’

It seems that the battle has begun. ’

Battlefield, heroes, Holy Spirit.

These are the only three keywords that Quitoan catches the most.

These humans gathered to see a duel between Al and whom?

Al had a remarkable talent for magic that had indeed given her combat abilities several times stronger than her peers.

Mankind's interest in strife was expected by Quiittoan.

But the tavern wasn't a proper 'arena', and Quiytoan didn't see any opponents at all.

The most important thing is that the words "the battle has begun" and "see how Al is doing this time" keep floating on the screen, but the elf himself is still seated, at best he just picks up the original crystal in his hand and swipes it.

"My arrows will guide you in your path."

Suddenly, a confident female voice in Quiytoan's ear made him withdraw his gaze from Al and look at the magic web interface that Qiao Xiu had revealed.

The 'painted figure' on the web interface moved, a tall elf who ran a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear with her hand.

This character is very erect, and Quiitto should not be described as a painting... Her expression and every move were like a real person.

"Elven Forerunner Kamshikena—" Queytoan pronounced her name based on the line below the character.

"Mother... Mother?! ”

The next second, the elven elder shouted out in a bit of a gaffe.

"What do you say?"

Qiao Xiu was busy reviewing the barrage and mobilizing the logistics staff, but the elder shouted 'Mom' and directly made Qiao Xiu turn his head to look at him.

"The Harbinger, Kamshikna, is a great High Elf and my mother."

Quiytoan's eyes intertwined with Josiu's.

The life span of the elves is too long, and for humans, the ancient characters that are recorded in the history books are only the difference between the predecessors and the younger ones in the eyes of the elves.

"Today, you must use the Forerunner to take the first kill!"

Al was completely oblivious to the awkward situation, the loading of the game screen had ended, and Al commanded the great Elven Forerunner into the battlefield of the Holy Spirit.

This scene was also watched by Quiytoan, and he wondered how he felt when he saw his deceased mother being manipulated by a junior.

"You just used the same name?"

Quitoan knew that the Harbinger himself looked completely different from the elf in the picture, especially the part of the chest.

So Quiytoan guessed that the human just happened to use the same name.

"No, this forerunner is your mother, and I set her up to be the composer of the elven poems, the great man who led the elven race to glory."

Qiao Xiu opened another window of the magic net, presenting the background setting of the forerunner in front of the elder's eyes.

"I'm sorry if this upsets you, but if you were really her heir, I'd remove the character." Qiao Xiu said in a very serious tone.

Quietto fell silent again, and he turned his head to look at the live stream.

Al was steering the elven herald through a forest, her figure still as vigorous as ever, lurking in the shadows of the trees, waiting for something.

What really shook Quiytoan's heart was the words that floated across the screen.

'Is Miss Al still in the minus 100 stage?' The first level of the pioneer should not learn the shadow of the tree! ’

'Why can't you learn?' The outbreak of the first-level Tree Shadow ambush is so strong that it is unreasonable, okay! ’

"A hero who was so weak in the early days learned everything the same. ’

'The Echelon Arena full field of the Elf Forerunner player said that Miss Forerunner can hit the first level of the arrow and you don't dare to go out of the defense tower. ’

In the debate...... Quiytoan couldn't understand what they were saying, but the humans were arguing about the 'alien hero'.

His mother had been dead for almost two thousand years, so long that no one in the High Elves had ever spoken of this 'hero'.

Quiytoan didn't know if the character in the picture represented her mother, but the character had made many people remember the name Kamshikena and all that she had done for the elves.

And most importantly... These humans remembered her as a hero, a 'forerunner'.