The location of the 'Altar of the Moon' is located next to the temple, enclosed by a high gate and wall made of vines.

Although it is called an altar, the Moon Altar is not used for sacrifices and prayers, but is used to craft a variety of weapons and equipment like a blacksmith shop.

"Are there too many vines here?" Barrett asked, frowning.

He had always been a disliking of the plant, which had to rely on other trees to grow upwards and sometimes strangle its supporters. In the Misty Forest, these plants are often meant to be dangerous, such as vampire vines, creeping monsters, tentacle vines, and so on. This is true even in the Hanhai grasslands.

Barrett still remembers the huge 'Withered Vine Monster' that was ignited by the little mage, it was burning all over its body, but it was still frantically stretching all its 'tentacles', desperately trying to grab the little mage in the sky.

"That's the style of the elves, trees, vines, flowers, animals, the balance between life and nature. Kreese didn't care, "I like these kinds of vines, I used to have ...... I mean, in my uncle's house, there are a few pots of ivy, which are raised in glass bottles of different colors. Hanging the bottle in the air, small holes are drilled under the bottle, and wisps of emerald green leaves hang down from the holes in the bottle, to be honest, it is still very beautiful. ”

"How are we going to get in?" asked Barrett. Without waiting for the little mage to answer, the vines on the gate in front of the two of them automatically retracted inward, revealing a straight arched corridor.

"Yo, it seems to be voice-activated. The little mage smiled and walked in first. Barrett habitually rested his hand on the hilt of his sword and followed closely.

The walls on either side of the corridor were also covered with large, stout, winding vines that twisted and climbed along the walls like snakes, closing the door behind them again. At the top of the promenade are two rows of six carved window lattices, each with a different pattern on them, as if recording or expressing some important historical events.

The bright moonlight poured down through the window lattice, casting strange shadows on the ground. Barrett looked up, and for a brief moment he remembered the contents of one of the window lattices. It depicts a cloaked male elf standing under the full moon, holding a strange gelatinous object in both hands, welcoming it to the moonlight.

If our barbarian adventurers understood correctly, this should be the picture.

Walking through the promenade, there is an elegant courtyard overgrown with flowers and green grass. There are several magnificent sail-topped buildings in the courtyard, and some elves in beige robes shuttle back and forth between the buildings, looking a little hurried, no longer the leisurely and calm of the inhabitants outside.

"Who are we going to?" Barrett looked around. Is it really okay to just hang around like that?

"An elven craftsman named 'Querion'. The little mage scratched his head, "Queen Valankol originally intended to send a few men to follow us in order to prevent us from getting lost in this city. But I felt that it was too restrictive, and since I had been here once before, I politely declined. In retrospect, this is clearly not a good idea. ”

"Then you have to ask for directions. Barrett shrugged his shoulders, "Go ahead, you have an advantage over me in this regard." ”

"Because I'm more handsome?" the little mage joked.

Because you are a respected and feared mage," ...... Yes. ”

"No problem, leave it to me. The little mage walked over to a female elf with a stack of scrolls in her hand, "Alassea lóme (Good evening), Isil caluva tielyanna (May the moon shine on your way), that ......" His fluent elven paused abruptly.

"You can speak the lingua franca. The female elf replied.

"Sorry, I forgot how to say the word 'altar'. The little mage smiled apologetically, "May I ask if this is the 'Altar of the Moon'?" where is Master Querion, and how can we find him?"

"You are...... A mage sent by the Magic Society?"

No, it's just him, I'm just an adventurer. Barrett nodded politely at her as the female elf looked over.

"Yes, there's something going on with Master Quillion. After a brief communication, the female elves gave the answers they wanted.

The two of them continued along the mossy path, stepped onto a wooden bridge, walked over a pond overgrown with irises, and passed a large circular crater slightly below the ground. The walls of the pit are lined with winding stone staircases, all of which lead to the circular platform at the bottom of the pit that is covered with blue crystals and intricate patterns. The round platform is surrounded by a circle of stone statues wrapped in green vines, depicted as humanoids wearing armor and heavy armor, making it impossible to distinguish between elves and humans.

The surface of many of the statues was already cracked and broken, and a few statues were missing arms, legs, or even half of their bodies, and I wondered why the elves here didn't repair them.

Barrett followed the little mage deeper into the courtyard, and after passing through an ivy-covered archway, the environment became much quieter. There were no such vines with glowing fruits in the arch, so the light came from the moonlight in the sky, and a diamond-shaped crystal hanging in mid-air.

The moonlight shines through the crystals on a stone round table the size of a dining table below. The surface of the round platform has many intricate patterns like a magic circle, and the edges are also inlaid with several irregular crystals like crystal clusters. When Barrett saw this thing for the first time, somehow, he suddenly thought of the large platform in the huge crater on the road.

Next to the stone round platform, there was also an elderly elf with many wrinkles on his face. This is quite unusual, because the elves' long lifespans of thousands of years make it seem as if they don't age at all.

The elf propped up a round table with both hands, and in front of him was a beautifully crafted wooden box. He looked up at the two men who had walked in through the archway, "You're here sooner than I thought. ”

"It's often said that 'the first rays of the morning sun are always the most beautiful,' isn't it? The little mage said to the other man, "Are you Master Quirion?"

"I can't be called a master, but I'm 'Quillion'. The elf lightly tapped the wooden box on the round table with his hand, "Which of you wants to fix the weapon?" He didn't seem to want to exchange pleasantries.

"Oh, it's me. Barrett stepped forward.

"Take out your sword. Querion took the 'Iron Bride' handed over by the barbarian, and held it in his hand and carefully observed, "The corrosion of the blood of the black dragon?

"No, no. "But I slew a white dragon, and it's an ancient white dragon. The barbarian did not resort to these ostentatious words.

"I see, no wonder the sword is so angry. Quillion nodded meaninglessly, "But before I fix it, I'd like to warn you of something. That is, there are only two results of the restoration, and if it is successful, it will be restored to the same as before, or even better. And if it fails, the sword will disappear directly. ”

"Why did it disappear?" Barrett asked, puzzled.

"This is determined by our special craftsmanship. The elf slowly introduced.

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