Arthur Cro, the abode of Quiytoan.

Elder Kuitoan pointed his longbow at the distant rock wall, and the magic gathered in his right hand to the bowstring pulled by his fingertips.

When Elder Kuitoan let go of the bowstring in his hand, the arrow tore through the air next to Quitoan's cheek, piercing the distant rock wall.

Elder Kuitoan glanced at his fingers, which were already spilling blood from the excessive draw.

It's been a long time since he's practiced archery with such intensity as he does today.

The reason Elder Kuitoan did this was to vent.

He happened to read a book on the Spellcaster Forum yesterday, a book called "Diary of a Heresy Inquisitor".

This book unveils Elder Kuitoan the true face of the Inquisition as an organization.

This also caused Elder Kuitoan to begin investigating all the news related to the Inquisition on the Demon Web.

It was only today that the true cause of Athurcro's downfall thousands of years ago finally emerged in front of Elder Kuitoan.

He used to think that he had turned his people into monsters... It's those abominable human beings.

But it is impossible for the remaining High Elves to seek revenge on humans, and reason tells Elder Kuitoan... He should not spread the object of hatred to the entire human race.

And now, Elder Kuitoan has relied on the magic net to investigate the organization that destroyed Arthur Cro thousands of years ago, as well as the specific location of this organization.

Inquisition.

The flame of vengeance was quietly ignited in Elder Kuitoan's heart.

"Quiettoan."

Elder Carpis visited his abode at this time.

"If you're here today to argue, my answer is that there's no time."

After reading the Diary of the Inquisition, Quiytoan had been in the mood for hatred and anger all night, so he was not even in the mood to talk to the conservative elder.

"I'm here to ask you to do something for me."

Elder Kappaith slowly found a chair to sit down on crutches.

He was not much different in age from Queitoan, but his body was too old to pick up a bow and arrow, and he sacrificed too much to survive when Arthurcro was destroyed.

"What's the matter? Do you want me to banish that Chaos Demon? ”

Elder Kuitoan put down his bow and arrows, as old antiques from the old Athercro era, they were originally good friends in the community, but they had different opinions on political and political positions.

"The Sacred Tree has approved of the blasphemer, and it is not up to you and me to expel him."

Elder Capes clenched his cane in both hands, as if he had accepted Arthurcro's current fate.

"And what do you want me to do?" Elder Kuitoan asked.

Elder Capais pursed his mouth tightly, his body had aged to the point where he was beginning to lose teeth, and now only the powerful magic in his body supported his body's activities.

"You... Can you type? ”

At this time, Elder Kappes was no longer as aggressive as he had been at the Council of Elders, but more like a lonely old man who had been abandoned by his children and grandchildren.

"Hit... Words, you mean the words that are typed on those virtual keyboards on the magic web, which I have practiced for a while. ”

Elder Kuitoan began to study the net himself after witnessing that his granddaughter had gained a large number of followers through the net.

The first step in the research was to master the most basic part of the magic web control, which was to use the virtual keyboard to enter human characters into the magic web.

"I have some unfinished records and some unfinished stories." Elder Capes smiled bitterly and said, "If you put it in Athercro's library, it will eventually become a forgotten thing. ”

"I remember that you used to be the Queen's clerk, and it seems that you have written quite a few popular stories."

As Quiytoan talked to Tempas about the past, his voice, which had been enveloped in anger, softened.

"It's all in the past, the queen is gone, and the story I wrote was burned by fire along with the old Arthurcro." Elder Capes said in a melancholy voice.

"So you're going to record new stories on the magic web? I can teach you how to type, it's a very simple skill, and when the time comes, you can write your own books on the magic web. ”

Elder Kuitoan spent the night in the immovable library reading the Diary of an Inquisitor of Heresy, and he probably understood what it was like to create on the magic web.

"I'm not going to stay in Arthur Crowe anymore, Quiytoan." Elder Capes was silent for a moment, and opened his eyes again.

At this moment, Elder Kuitoan saw the same thing in the old man's eyes as himself, and that was hatred.

"I am essentially an avenger carried away by rage, a revenant who survived the fire that burned Athercro, and I will never forgive the blasphemers, the humans... I just want to cut off the heads of those blasphemers one by one and sacrifice them to the sacred tree! ”

Every word of Elder Kappis echoed clearly in Elder Kuitoan's ears.

"Now that Arthur Crowe has chosen to accept these humans, I can't make any changes, so staying here won't be able to complete my revenge."

Elder Kappes supported his body with his aging arms.

"So I'm going to leave Arthur Crowe, but before I leave... I have one last wish, and that is to record all the stories that have come to mind over the years, as the wish of the clerk of a thousand years ago, and not the ghost of a thousand years later. ”

Hearing this, Elder Quiytoan understood Elder Kappas's thoughts, and he was just as determined to go alone to find the culprits responsible for Athercro's destruction.

"You're not the only one who survived."

The interface of the magic web unfolded in front of Elder Kuitoan, who logged into the immovable library section of the caster's forum.

"I also have some blood feuds to settle with the blasphemers, so let your story remain on the web before that."

No sooner had Elder Quiytoan opened the interface of the Immovable Library when a white bird stopped on the stone wall he had used to practice his bows.

The white bird, the embodiment of the World Tree, tilted its head and looked between the two elders for a moment before giving them a new command.

"Go to the Forgotten Lands at once."

The order from the World Tree forced the two elders who were about to write their wills to put aside this idea for a while.

Elder Capais hadn't set foot in the Forgotten Lands since the blasphemer had come to Arthurcro through the Forgotten Lands, but today could be his last day in Athercro.

"I just have something I want to talk to about the Chaos Demon." Elder Lapis said.