The dwarven is stubborn and the black-clad man knows how stubborn he is, and he can make a human spellcaster call him a 'sage' from the bottom of his heart.

But the frost axe ...... Not to mention letting Frostaxe call him a sage, he didn't want to just call him his real name, Frostaxe.

Frostaxe had always referred to him as 'long ears', a slightly contemptuous way for the black-clad ones, though Frostaxe himself did not mean to despise him.

Therefore, the difficulty of collecting the power of faith on the dwarves is as difficult as the dragon guarding the sacred tree in the eyes of the black-clothed man!

But someone did, not just one dwarf, but all the dwarves in the entire underground city who fell in love with a High Elf.

"How many people are watching this High Elf like you do right now?" The man in black pointed to Al in the picture, in Arthur Crowe many years ago, Al was one of his juniors, because of Al's excellent talent, so the impression of the man in black was very deep.

"Fourteen thousand! You haven't drunk anything, you can't even read the numbers? ”

Fourteen thousand... This number is gradually rising.

In the entire web interface, Al's face occupies only a small part, and the real content is played is an elf shuttling through the forest with a vigorous body.

Magic Net Game... When the Man in Black was in the Hearthstone Tavern as a prisoner, he had heard Josiu discuss the subject.

He was about to ask Frostaxe, 'You also play on the magic net... Game? At this question, Frostaxe slapped himself on the thigh.

"This little girl has finally killed the person on the other side! It's so relieving! ”

There was a little excitement in the voice of the frost axe, and in the next second, another ball of light appeared on the head of the frost axe.

The black-clad man was numb to the power of these beliefs, but this time the ball of light that emerged from the frost axe was much brighter than before.

When he first captured the energy of the World Tree on the Frost Axe, that little bit of light was so dim that it was close to non-existent, and if it weren't for the High Elves' eyesight being far better than humans, he wouldn't have been able to see the near-transparent light clearly.

This time, it was like the light of a candle flame.

It's not just the frost axe... The man in black suddenly turned his head sideways and looked at the buildings in the distance again, and when the man in black looked directly at those dots of light this time, he felt a little dazzling!

What the hell did Al do?!

The man in black stared at the picture in front of the frost axe, and two lines of words were clearly displayed on it.

'Genius Al has put an end to Kaos! ’

'Genius Al has put an end to the Light Chaser! ’

The man in black didn't understand what these two lines meant, but the words that kept floating on the live broadcast screen clearly told the man in black how excited these people were watching Al playing the game were now.

'My Al has finally killed someone!' It's not easy...'

There was an urge to cry. ’

It's time to throw gold coins into the Trevi Fountain. ’

The Man in Black imagined the words coming out of the mouth of a human, who then gathered together to watch Al sit behind a long table and play a game of magic nets.

After the scene was constructed in the mind of the man in black, he could only describe it in one sentence, which was 'almost like an'.

They hugged each other and excitedly celebrated something for the High Elf.

It's crazy, but that's what the man in black is looking for.

Could it be that he really misunderstood Qiao Xiu, that he was not a companion to the group of blasphemers below Arthur Crowe?

While the man in black was thinking, a magic cart stopped at the bottom of the tower, and a group of spellcasters wearing robes with the Emblem of the Philosopher's Tower stepped out of it.

"Your apprentices are here." Frostaxe said.

………………

Quiytoan tightened his cheeks, not trying to control his anger, but trying to keep himself from laughing.

Now the power of faith gathered in Al has increased...... The extent to which Quiettoan cannot be described in words.

A large amount of shimmer light gathered around the High Elf, as if to engulf her.

In just half an hour of live broadcast, the power of faith that Al has collected will take thousands of High Elves a night to supply to the Sacred Tree.

If all the High Elves were the same as Al, Arthur Crowe would have no problem raising his height to the legendary 'Outlands', let alone falling.

This was something to celebrate, and Quiytoan was so happy that he had to gather all his people for a festival to declare that Arthurcro's weakness would be a thing of the past.

But he still buried the excitement in his heart in the deepest part......

"Al's efforts are still bearing fruit, your... Mother is now starting to play a role in teamfights. ”

While Josiu was talking to Quitoan, Al's Elven Forerunner slayed the enemy for the third time.

Although these three kills belong to the harvest in the team battle, it is enough for the audience to enter a state of excitement for the whole game.

"If it's another High Elf in the race, can you do it like Al?" Quiytoan asked, expectantly.

After the whole game was live, after Quietto ignored the keywords of 'too rowing' and 'dragging his feet', he found the keyword 'cute' the most.

In terms of appearance and temperament, there are many High Elves who are better than Al.

"No, if you want to be liked by a human audience, it's not enough to be good-looking, I said that Al is very talented and lucky, which is not something anyone can have." Qiao Xiu said.

"Joshua Arnorod, please tell me what to do."

Quitoan is now like a man in despair who sees a ray of light, and in order to hold on to that glimmer of light, Quitoan can sacrifice everything.

Therefore, the pride of the High Elves may not even be comparable to the small biscuits that Al has in his hand.

"First of all, we must settle the strife in your clan, but before that you can introduce your kindred to me, and I will find a way to cultivate them." Qiao Xiu was glad that there were still reasonable people among the High Elves.

They were still too sensitive to the identity of the Chaos Demon.

"Introduction......" Quietto remembered that his granddaughter was still 'imprisoned' in the tavern.

"I have a suitable candidate, but she has not been heard from while exploring the Forgotten Lands, and in my divination... She seems to be in this tavern? Kuitoan said.

"What's her name?"

"Aurelian, my daughter's heir." Quiytoan immediately gave an answer.

"So she's your granddaughter? Aren't you worried that she's been locked up by me for so long? ”

Qiao Xiu had always wondered why the upper echelons of the High Elves had not made a move, and the exploration team of the Forgotten Lands had disappeared so many people.

"Elder Sindonar has been hiding this." Quiytoan glanced at the elven elder behind him who might be called a 'betrayer', "And in my divination, she is not in any danger, but this training will make her grow a lot." ”

"Grind, grow... I'm not going to explain your granddaughter's situation, why don't you go upstairs and see for yourself?" ”

Qiao Xiu, as the person concerned, really didn't know how to evaluate the divination results of this elder.