The elf clan, Qing has seen, belongs to a part of the Cangyue Alliance. I heard that in the earliest Cangyue Alliance, the elf race was dominant, and with the continuous growth of the strength of other natural creature races, as well as factors such as war, the status of the elf race is not as high as in the past, and the status of other races in the Cangyue Alliance is the same.

Therefore, this kind of writing that Qing can't understand is the text of the ancient elves. Mastering a new language is beneficial to the next exploration, and there is no reason for Qing to choose no.

After using this [Book of Ancient Elves], the books in Qing's hands followed the bookshelves, turned into a handful of ashes, and were sprinkled on the ground by Qing.

"My warrior, please meet me in the Templar." The voice reappeared in Qing's ear.

Qing didn't believe that the owner of the voice couldn't sense his suspicions, unless the other party was mentally retarded, but nothing changed. This really piqued his interest.

"What do you call it? What happened? "Qing uses the ancient elf language, and it is natural to use it after learning it.

"My name is Lores, the goddess of the mountains, who was deceived by the rebellious believers into leaving the mountains and coming to the Church. They locked me in the sanctuary in order to extract my powers. Young warrior, I can feel that the outside world is facing a great catastrophe, let me pray for you with the last of my divine powers......"

"Yes, goddess. How do I find you? Where is the church located? Qing replied with a hint of "firmness" in his tone.

"Be careful...... Believer. The priestess's voice grew smaller and quieter until it disappeared. Qing asked again, but there was no response. This guy is a liar, and he was so smooth when he made up the story just now.

Regardless of whether this goddess Loris is true or not, the other party still met that believer in the end, could it be that there are still traces of those so-called believers in the underground palace?

Qing thought for a moment and shook his head, but unfortunately he was not a contractor or a hunter, and he needed a special unit to drop the treasure chest. Even if you kill these "believers", it is estimated that the benefits will not be great.

Stepping out of the room, Qing returned to the hallway and looked at the wall on that side. Now he knows the words above.

【The jungle does not allow for ...... to be defiled】

【The Flower of Rebirth Blooms on the Rotten Wood......】

[O fallen king, loyal knight...... The ...... of blood and soul is concluded]

[The flag is swaying, the horn is low]

[Obsession weaves into a fog, and the soul is trapped in it.] 】

……

Before, Qing could only see that it was a kind of writing, but now after learning the ancient elven language, he could recognize the words on the wall. At the same time, he recognized that these words were written by different people, not by one person.

"Obsession weaves into a fog...... Won't refer to? When Qing saw this, he immediately thought of the mysterious fog in the Misty Forest, could this be the origin of the fog.

"The Riddler is dead!" These words are half and half, and the meaning is not clear, Qing can only write them down, unable to understand the meaning.

Qing surveyed the entire wall, making sure that there was nothing else to gain other than the words, and refocused on the room on the right. He just opened the second room, and he harvested the [Book of Ancient Elven Language] in it, so are there any similar items in the other rooms?

It doesn't take much, if there is one in each room, there are seven or eight rooms in this hallway. That adds up to seven or eight props.

Qing came to the door of the first room, which had no handle or lock. He wasn't sure the doors of the second rooms would have opened unless they had been opened in front of him.

Bang!

There was no reaction from the door, and Qing was unceremonious, raising his foot and kicking it over. Anyway, the process of kicking the door is really comfortable.

The door was sunken down, and there were no traps or anything like that. As long as Qing Zai comes with two kicks, he can kick the door open.

Dada......

Just as Qing was about to kick the door open with a bang, he heard footsteps coming from the other end of the hallway. And the pace is so hurried that it sounds like it's coming running. There is no doubt that the owner of this footstep is coming towards the position of Qing.

Out of an abundance of caution, Qing retreated into the corridor and leaned against the corner wall. Soon footsteps appeared in the hallway, close to where he was kicking the door

Qing summoned a small flower spirit, flapped its wings and stayed in mid-air. The Flower Spirit quietly poked its head out and shared its vision with Qing.

What is seen is a back, humanoid creature with a black cloak. The black cloak stretched to the ankles, with tattered edges and holes in it.

Pay attention to the ankle position, there is only a cloak, no feet. It's certain that this guy is definitely not human. The other man turned and scanned his surroundings, as if searching for the source of the movement.

Qing also saw the other party's appearance clearly, the appearance was a thin, dry, numb dry corpse, gray-brown skin. A pair of eyes only have the whites of the eyes, no eyeballs, and the corners of the mouth maintain an upward arc, revealing a crazy feeling.

The guy raised one hand and kept it on his chest, and his fingers were thin and dry. The other hand was hidden in the black robe. The other party's behavior didn't seem to be very smart, and it seemed that he just heard the sound of the green kicking on the door and was attracted to it.

"This guy is the believer that the goddess said? Wait, this guy has no feet, and the footsteps ......" Qing just thought of this when he felt the sound of the air breaking behind him.

Qing resolutely bowed down, and the air currents swept over his head. Hearing the attack behind him and colliding with the wall, the green head didn't twist, and swept the back with a sweep. The opponent kicked one foot against the wall, and now stands on one foot, so that the opponent can immediately lose his center of gravity.

However, Qing miscalculated, and he did kick something. I looked over to see it, it was a pair of skull legs, and nothing else.

"Hehe......" The black-robed believer let out a hoarse laugh and floated over. The skull legs, making a clattering sound, returned to the believer's black robe.

"......" Qing was speechless, what kind of physiological structure is this, a combination of a dried corpse and a skeleton. By the way, I also ate the split devil fruit, and the organs can move out of the body, and I don't know if it's limited to these skull legs.

"Input...... Divine...... Embrace it. "The black-robed believers seem to be thousands of years old...... It may be that I haven't spoken for thousands of years, and it's extremely difficult to say a few words.

"Okay." Qing smiled and approached the other party, his fist already wrapped with energy.

"My God ......" The black-robed believer heard Qing's answer, as if he hadn't seen his movements, and the hand that had been on his chest suddenly raised high. There was a bit of excitement in the hoarse voice.

Bang!

Qing's fist slammed into the head of the black-robed believer, sending the opponent's head and body flying out and smashing against the wall. The skull legs were still in place.

(End of chapter)