"Hahahaha!" Ian burst out laughing, he couldn't catch his breath from laughing, but tears welled up in the corners of his eyes. "It's so stupid, she actually wants to use death to take credit! Saved the elder's distinguished guest, the elder will always remember her in his heart! After all, she saved you for the elder!"

Smiling and smiling, he seemed to have exhausted his strength, and his tone gradually became sluggish: "My sister...... I've admired her since I was a kid, she's beautiful, powerful, bossy, and always manages everything. After knowing my background, my first reaction was surprise - I didn't expect that I would be a brother and sister with such a dazzling person as her. ”

"Then why did you betray her again?" Zhao Yuan asked, the fourth elder was the leader of the power grabbing faction at the beginning.

"I didn't betray her!" retorted sharply. "I just wanted to help her, help her get into that position. I know there's no way she's going to do anything to Sivir, because it's the child the elders told her, but I can! I can help her bear all the charges, and if Sivir is dead, the next person to awaken will definitely be her! She's the same silver-eyed as Sivir, and she's an elf blessed by the gods!"

"What kind of bullshit are you talking about!" Hearing Ian's words, Zhao Yuan suddenly felt a surge of anger rushing to the top of his head, making him bruise, and he couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth, "If she can awaken the bloodline of the Elf King, will the elder let her give birth to Sivir for so many things! Use your brain to think about it! Who told you that the silver pupil will definitely be able to awaken the bloodline of the Elf King!"

It was the first time Ian saw Zhao Yuan's angry expression, and was frightened by Zhao Yuan's terrifying momentum like a tsunami, and his momentum weakened in an instant, like a reed swaying in the wind.

But he still said stubbornly: "Your Excellency Zhao Yuan, you are just a foreigner, I don't blame you for not understanding this." The legend of the silver pupil is written in the classics!"

"What classics?" Zhao Yuan frowned and stretched out his hand, "Take it out and I'll take a look!"

Ian was frightened by Zhao Yuan just now, and he didn't dare to disobey Zhao Yuan's words at this time, so he reluctantly took out the so-called "classic" from a corner of the bookcase in the room and handed it to Zhao Yuan.

Zhao Yuan took it and flipped through it, it was all the words of the elf clan, and he couldn't read a word, but-

"What is this?" Zhao Yuan said, pointing to one of the pages.

"Words, words!" Ian said inexplicably. But he saw Zhao Yuan put the "classics" in front of him, and said coldly: "Is this how you write?"

Ian was stunned, even more incomprehensible, only to hear Zhao Yuan sigh heavily, and said, "It's really not easy for the Great Elder to live with you fools!"

As he spoke, he pointed to the words on the "classics", and said in a tone full of hatred: "This is not handwritten at all, you see, the edges are so neat and smooth, the ink at the beginning and end is the same, and it is clearly printed!"

Ian showed a look of disbelief, took the initiative to take a closer look at the "classic", and found that the handwriting on it was really the same as what Zhao Yuan said, with smooth edges and even ink. Ian himself is a very elegant and cultivated elf, and his handwriting is one of the best in the elf clan, but even he can't do this.

"This ...... Could it be the legendary printing technique?" Ian said with some uncertainty, he had heard of this technique, but he didn't think so at the time - on the Cold Beast Continent, the people who could read and write were all scribes raised by nobles or families, and they could fully meet the needs.

Moreover, for most orcs, it is enough to be able to read and understand, and the elves, a race that pays attention to aesthetics, will pay a little attention to the cultivation of writing.

For them, writing was a noble art, and the popularization of printing would undoubtedly be a provocation to those of them who practiced calligraphy, even the always friendly elves.

"This printing press ...... Could it be that this book is a counterfeit of the Terrans!" Ian was furious, he never imagined that the book he regarded as a secret classic was a trap laid by someone else, and over the years, he had been misled by the words in this book, and had made a wedding dress for others in vain.

Zhao Yuan snorted, and no longer paid attention to Ian, who was immersed in remorse, and walked away alone. He had to hurry to find Sivir, who was now in the throes of bereavement, and did not know how to grieve.

What he didn't expect was that when he hurried to the council hall, there was no trace of Sivir. Zhao Yuan patted his head, thought of something, and turned his head to rush to Guiye Chi.

Returning to the Ye Pond, Sivir stood alone, with a straight back and hands hanging at his side, obviously in such an ordinary posture, but Zhao Yuan saw infinite loneliness and sadness in it. He tried to walk over to comfort Sivir, but somehow stopped. Many complicated emotions flashed in his eyes, and finally, he sighed silently in his heart, and quietly turned around and left Guiye Pond, pretending that he had never come.

Zhao Yuan didn't know that at the moment he left, Xiwei suddenly clenched his hands, and another line of tears flowed down his cheeks full of tears, dripping into the Guiye Pool, causing a small ripple.

In the early morning of the second day, the lion army had already reorganized and was ready to return. Just as he was about to leave, a voice suddenly sounded: "I don't know if the lion clan can give me a ride." ”

Everyone's eyes flashed with surprise, Mason reacted the fastest, quickly looked in the direction of the sound source, and said happily: "Naturally, you are extremely welcome, Your Excellency Zhao Yuan!"

I saw a gray-robed mage riding on a handsome purple wheeled horse, his appearance was clear, his complexion was fair, and a pair of clear but faintly invisible coercive eyes were looking at Mason and the others.

This person is none other than Zhao Yuan, after he returned to the house yesterday, he pondered for a long time, and finally made the decision to leave the elf clan. Now that the elven crisis has been resolved, there is no reason for him to stay there any longer, this is one of them. Sivir's feelings for him, he knows it, but he can't respond, it's better to break it early, and the long pain is better than the short pain, this is the second. Finally, it's time for him to continue his travels and find his way home. Thinking about these three points, Zhao Yuan did not hesitate to resign to Xivir, he didn't even dare to look directly into Xiweier's eyes at that time, for fear that he would be soft-hearted for a while, and agreed to stay. Fortunately, Sivir didn't keep it, but just explained him a few words of safety in a proper manner, and gave him a storage ring, saying that it was as a reward for him to help the elves.

Zhao Yuan just took the ring, and didn't look at what was inside, so he immediately packed up his things and left the elf clan. At this time, he was also confused, and when he saw the lion army ready to go, he simply hitched a ride.

Anyway, he is also a homeless person, and it is the same wherever he goes, so it is better to follow Mason and the others to the third tribe of the beast clan to have a look. Zhao Yuan thought with a wry smile.