There are six heirs of Nuoda Hilyan, one of whom is the ancient tree of war, and the descendants of war protect all ethnic groups.

- The Elven Tree

On the tallest oak tree in Legolace was the house where the old priest lived, and the usually deserted room was crowded with people today. Ouyang had brought in all the leaders of Legolasser, for he wanted to tell the old priest about his plan, and all the forest elves.

After a debate, Ouyang sadly found that the glory that belonged to the elves had been dimmed for too long, but these former sons of the stars still thought that this glory still belonged to them, and stubbornly maintained this glory, but this stubbornness created the arrogance of the elves.

The words of the old priest echoed in the empty room:

"The messenger of the Mother Goddess is here to guide us, Loris is no longer strong, he also needs the protection of the Mother Goddess!"

"How to shelter? Just like Lalandia? In the midst of the calamity, the messenger of the moon god came down from the sky, pulled open the iron cage, and said, "Son, you are free! The moon shines on the earth, and there are shadows, and the forest elves seek the protection of the forest goddess, but do you hide in the shadow of the trees all your life? Whenever the human slave hunters pluck away the branches, or the monsters tear apart the green leaves, the forest elves kneel in the moonlight, pray like the moon god, and let Elune summon her messengers, wearing the stars and the moon, and descending from the sky, shouting: I will destroy you on behalf of the moon! This is the protection of the moon god?

The old priest stroked the crystal ball in front of him with his withered fingers, but did not answer.

"Bicadore, I doubt you still believe in Elune! Now his apprentice has come, but he is lost in the ocean, and I am the only one standing before you! But you say to me, "Oh, messenger, there is no way to open the pot here, and there is no way to entertain a great god, and please have mercy and pity me, and give me some rice!" What do you think of yourself? Scrooge or broken beggar? Could it be that the moon god has mercy on the elves and sends messengers, and I should have the same mercy and do my best for the elves?"

"Clois has elven pride!" the old priest sighed as if he groaned.

"Who gave me pride? Elune, the goddess of the moon, or Mericay, the goddess of the forest? You have eyes on top of your head! I can't see that the ground is crumbling under your feet! The moon god is standing behind me, and I can say that your pride is bullshit! I told Ellene a long time ago that the pride of the elves will make them die without a place to bury! What is there to be proud of in your so-called 'pride'? You still hang in front of you every day like a guiding lamp, for fear that others will not be able to see your face, for fear that others will not be able to see your face clearly!" Ouyang's hideous face showed a kind of sadness.

"Your Excellency, we follow the guidance of fate! The moon god has given his will, and there is no need for you to repeat it!" the old priest exerted all his strength as if he were annoyed, and the huge crystal ball shattered at his fingertips.

Ouyang listened, the whole person quieted down, two tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, he didn't understand where this sudden sadness from the bottom of his heart came from, as if to hide his true feelings, Ouyang suddenly hooked the corners of his mouth, pulled out an evil smile on his distorted face, and laughed.

In the center of his brow, the eye of the moon, which had been hidden, showed its translucent white appearance without warning, emitting a millimeter, and a drop of blood-red liquid slid down from it and dripped onto the floor of the great tree.

Ouyang's big hand suddenly slapped on his forehead, slapped back the eye of the moon who acted without permission, looked at the old priest deeply, didn't say a word, and slammed the door.

What a thought!

Loris actually questioned Cadore's efforts during the meeting, saying that if he wasn't so persistent, Cadore wouldn't have lost a genius magician!

Ouyang sighed and left Legolasher with his two wives to the place where the most warlike race was located.

Along with him, there was also Lalandia, who came with him.

"Are you really following me?" asked Ouyang with a calm expression.

Lalandia bit her lip and nodded.

Ouyang nodded silently, sighed again, and pulled the ankylosaurus away. Leaving behind the breath of Legolassur, and the whispers of the old priest's house.

At this time, there were more than three or five people in the wooden house, and the forest spirits who appeared silently later had different expressions on their faces, sadness, anger, and pain...... All sorts of emotions filled the tree after the departure of the Luna Emissary.

The old priest sighed and said, "We can't go with him, Tears of the Blood Moon, behind him is a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood!"

Cloris, who came to this room, did not speak, and stood quietly looking at the old priest for a long, long time, until the old priest said again: "Let's go, what I saw, you have heard, I should go, take care of this village!"

The old priest looked at the door that had been closed again, and slowly poked his dry feet out of his straw sandals and stepped on the crystal shards on the ground. The protruding blood vessels were punctured and blood oozed out. In the hands of the old priest, the "fountain of life" that had just been obtained from the messenger of the moon god slowly lowered and melted into the blood on the ground.

As if being guided, the blood that melted into the treasure spring flowed towards the bloody tears that dripped from the eye of the moon, leaving a few zigzag trails on the ground. The crooked blood stains seemed to be alive, and they slowly rose from the ground and turned into brown roots.

The brown ran along the bloodstains, climbed up the old priest's feet, and spread out, dyeing the old priest brown from his feet to his head.

"Our fate is in flames, not iron!"

Soon, the old priest's flesh changed, becoming more withered and shrinking, losing the essence of flesh and blood, and the whole person became a dead tree.

The dead tree grew thicker and thicker, filling the whole room, squeezing all the furniture out of the window, out of the door, and soon the dead stump in the room was bridging with the tree, and the brown began to affect the whole tree.

From the trunk, to the roots, to the leaves, the whole tree turned brown, brown after the blood had dried up.

A fragment of a crystal ball grows out of the tree, is expelled from its body, and rolls in front of the grieving elves surrounding the tree.

The young elf, who had been following the old priest for many years, picked up the crystal ball fragment at his feet, and the old priest's last words rang out from the fragment:

"New Priest Successor, go, find the Ruby, the flames will guide Cloris!"

"Callegon obeys!" said the elven woman, who had become the new priestess, stroked her chest.

The large tree that turned brown made a rustling sound and shook off the fallen leaves of a tree......

On this day, Cloms, the oldest priest of Cloris, passed away, and he sacrificed his body and cultivation to purify the oak tree affected by the Tears of the Moon, and purified the ancient tree of blood that should have grown into an ancient tree of iron!