……

Matthew looked at Terast, who was holding a bamboo stick in his arms, his body was erect, and he looked quite peaceful.

So he spoke:

"You wait."

Matthew chanted the Necromancy in front of Terast, summoning Rhaenysme from the graveyard to his side.

Accompanied by the fluctuations of the elements brought about by the negative energy portal.

A hint of disgust flashed across Terast's face.

But he still restrained himself and did not have a seizure.

Matthew was kind enough to temporarily retrieve the Emerald Trade Winds from Renysme.

Then move forward.

Terraste walked over silently, and as the two approached, Matthew was alarmed.

A strong feeling of discomfort welled up in him.

So when Teras took the Emerald Trade Wind away, Matthew immediately took a few steps back, keeping a considerable distance from the other party.

Although Terast did not deliberately release his aura, the pressure of the upper legend was still real.

"If it weren't for the teacher's patronus, this old man could kill me in seconds at any time!"

Matthew's heart pounded.

However, Teras didn't seem to notice Matthew's reaction at all, and his attention was all focused on the elven longbow in his hand.

A look of remembrance appeared on Terast's face, and he gently stroked the emerald trade winds with his calloused hands, and whispered a few Elven words that Matthew didn't understand.

It's been a long time.

The elven old man broke free from his memories.

With a calm look in his eyes, he handed the Emerald Trade Wind back to Matthew:

"Thank you."

"This bow doesn't seem to be as beautiful as I remember."

Matthew returned the Emerald Trade Winds to Renesme, and at the same time accosted:

"It's a good bow."

Terast looked at Matthew noncommittally:

"You know the bow and arrow?"

Matthew shook his head:

"She understands."

Between words.

Just three Ash Demons crawled out of the edge of the Scars of the Dead.

This ash creature is a feature of the vicinity of the Ash Lake, and they are more like ghosts among ash creatures than the Ash pawns that Matthew encountered before, with high physical immunity and mobility, as well as strong sneak attack ability.

Seeing the three ash ghosts sneak up on them from different angles.

Renee Smera bows and shoots.

But before the sound of the bowstring sounded, she put down the jade trade wind with some confusion.

Three Ash Demons suddenly died on the spot.

Two seconds later.

The sound of firecrackers could be heard in the air.

Matthew looked back at Terast, who still held the bamboo stick in his arms, and didn't seem to be moving in place.

Is this the strength of the Apocalypse Sword Saint?

Matthew secretly slurred in his heart.

"Let's go, go pick up all the soul crystals."

The surprise did not prevent him from asking Renysme to collect the loot.

Miss Zombie has passed in a.

Terast looked unmoved.

"What a high-purity soul crystal!"

After starting, Matthew's mood became beautiful, the mark of the dead is indeed a blessed land for necromancers, if he can effectively use this terrain to farm soul crystals in unlimited quantities, he can increase the strength of the undead under his hands to an incredible level!

It's a pity that this kind of thing can only be thought about.

Right now.

Terast finally spoke again:

"Don't take them to the city."

Matthew was stunned for a moment, then realized that by "they" Terast meant the undead under his hands.

He asked rhetorically:

"Is this an order?"

Terast said calmly:

"No, it's a private request."

Matthew thought for a moment:

"Then I'll try my best."

"But I'm a necromancer, and necromancers have an entourage by their side."

Terast nodded slightly, his expression much kinder than before:

"What do you think of the Traces of the Dead?"

Matthew shook his head:

"I'm just here, I'm still researching, and I don't have any specific opinions."

"My previous success in Rolling Stones may not be applicable to the Jade Garden, so I need more time to make some observations and verifications."

Terast's face softened:

"I thought you'd pack the ticket."

Matthew smiled:

"Why should I pack a ticket?"

"What's in it for me?"

"The Alliance sent me to help, and it is my task to deal with the traces of the dead, but not an obligation, and not everyone is proud to be able to help the elves."

As soon as this statement came out.

The elven old man's face immediately fell.

But to Matthew's surprise.

He actually nodded and said:

"You're right."

"After the fall of the two gods, the jade elves lost the support of their faith, and the city has slowly lost its luster for thousands of years."

"The elves themselves are no longer proud of their nobility, so how can they expect humans to look at them with reverence as they have ever been?"

His words contain deep remorse and introspection.

But more often than not, there is a deep sense of helplessness.

"The sun rises and sets, the clouds come and go, and the rise and fall of races and civilizations are just a flash of the stars of the multiverse for thousands of years."

"The age of the elves is long gone, and we should have recognized the ...... of this"

There was an indescribable gloom in Terast's tone.

Matthew looked at the elven old man with interest.

It seems that Vandal and the Silver Council's evaluation of Teras is quite pertinent, and the strongest of the wood elves still has a clear judgment of the situation.

But he's also an elven supremacist.

Under the superposition of two points.

Instead, it might make him more miserable.

"And what are you going to do?"

"Are you going to lead by example and reforge the glory of the elves?"

Matthew asked curiously.

Terast relaxed slightly, and he held the bamboo stick in one hand and pressed one end of it to the ground:

"Reforge glory? Interesting statement, but I don't have such ambitions. ”

"Since I was born, the Jade Court has been going downhill, maybe occasionally rebounding during the period, but more often it is falling in despair."

"I've witnessed the weakening of elves several times in my life, and so many dirty things have happened during this time, and I can't stop it, I can't change it, I can't even escape it......"

"If I hadn't been an elf, if I hadn't come from a once-glorious jade family, I might have had a greater dislike for my race."

"I knew I couldn't change all that, and all I could do was do it."

"Alone - this is an idiom, from the proverb left by the divine phoenix......"

See the elven old man's detailed explanation of what he intends to do at length.

Matthew hurriedly stopped:

"It's a bit weird, but I can understand what you mean."

"I know a thing or two about the culture of the Sioux people."

There was a look of deep surprise on Terast's face.

Immediately back to normal:

"You're the first Aindor I've ever met who knows anything about Sioux culture."

Matthew quipped:

"Is it possible that it's because you don't leave the Jade Court very often?"

The old man actually thought about it seriously, and then affirmed Matthew's words:

"What you say makes sense."

"It's true that I haven't traveled far for many years, and our perception of time is skewed, and many times we may just think that it has been a little while, but the outside of the woods has changed dramatically."

Matthew felt that the old man could still communicate, so he asked what he was interested in:

"Have you ever seen a divine phoenix?"

Terast shook his head:

"Nope."

"But my father has seen that he was one of the doctors who was responsible for healing Shenfeng's injuries back then, so he received many gifts from Shenfeng."

"It is said that at that time, the Jade Court was the shining star of the south, and all the races on this continent would come here regularly to worship us."

"We stand for nature, the advanced and the civilized."

"But all that has changed since I was born, and too many people have begun to degenerate after glory, especially the ...... raised by the sons of bitches in the Presbyterian Church."

Matthew had noticed it a long time ago.

Terast speaks the lingua franca with a lefish accent, and even the syllables of scolding are not so unpleasant, and they are seriously lacking in aggression.

"It seems that this old man is indeed a representative of traditional elves, old-fashioned and elegant, but unfortunately this kind of elves are not the mainstream in the Jade Court at present, as he said, the degeneration of a group after losing faith is very fast......"

Matthew thought to himself.

"So faith is really that important to you?"

He asked.

Terast replied with a glance:

"Of course it is."

"If there is no faith in the heart, there is no meaning in eternal life."

Matthew asks:

"This is also what Shenfeng said?"

Terast shook his head:

"This is my own realization, do you think it's right or not?"

Matthew spread his hands:

"I'm not in a position to comment."

"Besides, don't you find it offensive to discuss such a topic with short-lived species?"

Terast was slightly stunned:

"Will it?"

Seeing the elven old man's serious thinking look, Matthew smiled silently:

"I'm kidding."

The expression on Terast's face changed from confusion to displeasure.

There was also a hint of harshness in his tone:

"Why are you humans even joking about this kind of topic?"

Matthew shrugged:

"First of all, I don't represent all of humanity, I can only represent myself, and my love of jokes does not mean that humans love to joke."

"Secondly offending others and being joked about, you choose one of your own?"

Terast said solemnly:

"I'd rather choose to offend someone."

"At least I can apologize for the offense."

"But once the seriousness of the topic is deconstructed and desecrated, it loses the meaning of discussion."

Matthew secretly said in his heart that this old man was really a philosopher.

He was a little overwhelmed.

"It's hard to imagine that you would be a member of the Bamboo Stick Party back then."

Matthew began to change the subject.

Terast was really fooled, and the elven old man's face showed a hint of emotion:

"yes."

"Who would have thought that the once-glorious elven kingdom would need a rebellious boy back then to stand up and make some efforts."

"If you think about it, I'm a Presbyterian, and it's hard for me to accept this, no wonder those bitches are so resistant to me......"

This moment comes into contact with it.

Matthew felt that Terast was still a very good elf, so he said sincerely:

"You didn't stand up and do something, you can say that you have turned the tide for this country."

He knows it well.

Without Terlast, the actions of the Council of Elders and Lance the Sorcerer would be the last straw that would have overwhelmed the Emerald Garden.

However, Terast himself does not seem optimistic:

"Turning the tide? You're overestimating me. ”

"My presence might have made things worse."

"Because of me, there are many elves who have unrealistic fantasies, they think that I have the power comparable to the guardian of the four directions, which is enough to give the Jade Court a greater voice - I can't imagine what those people have in their heads, what scares me is that such people actually make up the majority of the elves......"

Matthew almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

This elf old man is too sincere to even say this kind of thing to himself.

But Matthew could understand the sadness and panic the other party felt.

The stronger the one.

The more you can see the abyss ahead.

The weaker they are, the more they shout out of ignorance.

Theoretically, the weak should follow the strong.

But in reality.

Many strong people will be coerced by their own group and fate.

Terast is a prime example.

He was too sober, sober and terrible, and instead became an alternative among the elves.

However, he is obsessed with the glory of the elves, and is unwilling to cut it decisively, don't look at his strength is quite dazzling, maybe one day he will be buried with other stupid elves......

In case the Jade Court perishes in his hands.

Maybe he'll have to bear the stigma of humiliation.

Matthew only substituted it a little, and he felt a little unbearable.

"Your Excellency is indeed not easy."

He said sincerely.

Terast bowed slightly:

"This is my mission, and it's not easy, but I really don't have the ability to see through the fog of fate."

"I came here today to inform Your Excellency that after tomorrow I will go to the Court of Fallen Leaves, and I may not be able to come back for a while."

A Garden of Fallen Leaves?

Matthew's eyes narrowed:

"You're going to slay dragons?"

"Can you get close to the old royal capital?"

The elven old man said calmly:

"No one else can, but I can."

"I'm going to introduce a new policy in the Jade Court, but that policy may face unprecedented resistance, and I need more prestige to achieve my goals, or it will only lead to a resurgence of the House of Elders."

Matthew understood.

What's the fastest way to gain reputation as a Wood Elf?

That is to kill the green dragon Fatina who has been harassing the Jade Court for a long time!

Due to the influence of the old royal capital.

The troops of the Wood Elves did not dare to approach the Green Dragon's lair, but Terast's strength was clearly an exception.

The green dragon Fatina is going to be out of luck!

"In my absence, I will have Terrani cooperate with you, but she is not prestige enough to suppress the soldiers loyal to the Elders."

Terast said solemnly:

"I just hope you'll show mercy."

After all, he is a twenty-eighth-level powerhouse, and everyone has talked about this, what else can Matthew do?

"I try."

He gave his own guarantees.

Terast tapped the end of his stick lightly on his chest, as if to thank Matthew.

Matthew simply sells more favors:

"When Your Excellency goes to the Green Dragon's Lair, beware of a dragon lich who is entrenched in the old royal capital, and should have been transformed by the primeval green dragon."

"In addition to her, there are two eccentric fellows, a man and a woman,

The man's name is Linden, and he is a human who has some relationship with the elves; The woman's name is Daisy, and she looks like an ordinary person, but there should be some problems. ”

Terast was silent for a moment after listening.

He solemnly said "thank you".

Then he turned away.

It wasn't until the figure of the elf old man completely disappeared from Matthew's field of vision that he suddenly noticed that the bamboo stick was stuck diagonally into the ground.

Matthew leaned over and pulled the stick up.

A wave of abundant spirituality poured into his palm, and the life energy contained in the bamboo stick was terrifying!

……

"Hint: You have obtained the spiritual weapon "Bamboo Stick of Punishment" (enchantment +2)!

Punishment Stick (+2): This is a slender stick that can be used as a status symbol for the Bamboo Stick Party.

-

Precision: When you hold a Bamboo Stick, you gain an additional +1 hit; -

Punishment (Terast): When you carry the bamboo stick on your back, this bamboo stick will always maintain the special effect of a spiritual weapon, and when you are attacked by an enemy or encounter injustice, this bamboo stick will take the initiative to attack according to the situation.

As a spiritual weapon, the bamboo stick has a strong blunt weapon striking skill and power.

It is equivalent to Terast himself wielding it.

Remaining Excitability: 3"

……

"What an awkward and old-fashioned old man."

"Even bribery is so unacceptable!"

Matthew stroked the surface of the bamboo stick:

"It's good to say that it's good, even if it's to provide the people who come to cause trouble with good food and drink, it's fine, just find a cage for them and lock them up, maybe you can change a few of these sticks......"

Obviously.

Teras knows elves well.

But I really don't know much about mages.

"If we have enough money, our figure can also be very soft......"

Matthew put the bamboo stick behind his back and shook his head as he continued to study.

The only problem is.

He seems to have more and more things to carry on him now.

……

A few days of field exploration.

Matthew has a comprehensive understanding of the Traces of the Dead in the Jade Garden.

However, the results of the study are not encouraging.

Next to the Ash Lake.

Matthew gently stroked the ultra-high purity soul crystal in his hand-

This also comes from the ash creatures that emerge from the ash lake.

The good news is that the quality of this soul crystal is equivalent to 100 ordinary soul crystals.

The bad news is.

This means that there is a terrifying amount of life energy precipitated in the gray lake.

Hell knows how many life elements these elves have sent to the Scars of the Dead!

Matthew put away the soul crystal, his brows furrowed:

"The extensions on both sides of Grey Lake can be copied from Rolling Stone's "Umbrella Project", and "Umbrella 2.0" can be used!"

"That is, using the combination of death scorched earth + mushroom garden + oak forest, and then maintaining a ritual field of balanced contract, can effectively alleviate the erosion of the traces of the dead, and after a long time, it can even devour the body of the traces of the dead."

"But the problem with Grey Lake is too serious!"

The amount of life energy deposited here is too large, which means that the power of the ashes here has also accumulated to an unimaginable level.

Negative energy can indeed resist the power of ashes.

But only if the two are on the same magnitude.

In order to contain the power of the ashes in the Ash Lake, Matthew has to move a small part of the negative energy plane!

The method of blocking the surrounding area is no longer feasible!

"We have to think differently."

Matthew pondered solemnly.

For the next few days, he stayed in the inn of the Jade Garden, running to the Traces of the Dead when he had no time.

Gradually.

New ideas took shape in his mind.

During this period.

Terlast's daughter, Terani, always followed Matthew from far or near.

Tyrani helped.

At least Matthew was not disturbed by the idlers, and although the two sides did not say a few words in total, they got along fairly well.

But this day.

Ma Xianxiang continued to go to the Gray Lake to observe the situation, and picked up some soul crystals by the way.

Terani suddenly appeared in front of him:

"You can't go today."

Matthew was stunned for a moment:

"Why not?"

Terrani explains:

"Today is Boiling Day."

"Boiling day?"

Matthew didn't know why.

Terrani nodded:

"The 7th, 17th, and 27th of each month are the boiling days of the Gray Lake, and during these three days, the Traces of the Dead will become extremely active, not only will the Ash creatures inside become stronger and more aggressive, but the Ash Lake itself will also have various visions, and even the Heartless will not dare to approach the Traces of the Dead on the Boiling Day."

Matthew wondered:

"What causes a boiling day?"

"Did you have it in the first place?"

Tyranie shook her head:

"I don't know."

"But for as long as I can remember, the Boiling Day has existed, and at its worst, the ash creatures of the Ash Lake will even rush up the walls!"

"In order to prevent catastrophe, the Wind Chasers will increase their patrols and defenses of the city walls every boiling day, and this day is also a training day for the militia."

Matthew thought for a moment:

"Shall I stand farther away, then?"

"Go and see it from the city walls or from the sky?"

Terrani hesitated:

"On the city wall, I'll be with you, otherwise the soldiers defending the city won't let you go up."

The two made their way to the city walls, where they met Beana.

With the help of Terani.

A group of three climbed the southern city wall.

At this time, the phoenix flowers on both sides of the road have bloomed a lot, and walking among the flowers, as if walking through the sea of fire, gives people a feeling of fluttering fairy.

Under the strange gaze of a group of elven soldiers.

Matthew raised his eyes and looked out.

In the distance, terrifying dark clouds swirled over the gray lake, and under the dark clouds, tornadoes formed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

These tornadoes swept irregularly in all directions.

Fortunately, the surrounding area has a high degree of greenery.

Most tornadoes disappeared under the stubborn resistance of the forest.

Matthew's gaze passed through the gray-brown wind, and then he saw the boiling gray lake!

Look at the past from this angle.

The ash lake is like a huge iron cauldron, from which a large amount of sparks tumble.

The contents of the iron pot resembled a paste of molten iron mixed with dirt.

The paste was tumbling violently.

Huge fiery red bubbles bubbled out of them, making a crackling sound.

Dark clouds, tornadoes, and a lake of ashes boiling with molten lava and iron are so out of proportion to the beautiful scenery around them.

It gives people a sense of depression like the end of the world.

At this time, there was no living life near the Traces of the Dead, and even the stupidest animals knew the danger.

Several ash creatures crawled out of the lake and were attacking the city gates.

The elves have a lot to know about it.

After a battle.

The ashes were all wiped out.

"Wait, what's that?"

Matthew asked suddenly, pointing to a large elliptical sphere rolling in the gray lake.

A look of surprise was written on his face.

That orb feels very unusual to Matthew, and it contains immeasurable life force!

He speculated that the reason why the Grey Lake had such abundant ash power was that the orb was definitely a great achievement!

However, there was no sound around him.

Matthew couldn't help but look at Terani, the first time he had seen the Windchaser General dressed as a man look so unnatural.

The latter tilted his head sideways, his expression rather tangled.

In the end, it was Beanna who rescued her:

"That's the egg left by the divine phoenix."

"What?"

Matthew asked incredulously:

"Why did you throw the phoenix's eggs into the lake?"

Beanna smiled helplessly.

Tyrani said sullenly:

"The Presbyterians did it, and they listened to the slander of the sorcerer, thinking that this would neutralize the evil nature of the scars of the dead, so they ...... By the time we arrived, it was too late. ”

She couldn't go on anymore, her face flushed with shame.

Matthew was silent.

"Didn't they think that Shenfeng's eggs had other value?"

He asked.

Tyranie shook her head:

"The egg left by the divine phoenix has been kept in the hands of the elves for thousands of years, and we can't get any useful information other than the extremely strong shell."

"The Presbyterians probably also plan to be dead horses and live horse doctors......

Matthew rubbed his temples vigorously.

He said, "How could Terast send something to himself!?"

And as soon as he came, the other party left the city to slay the dragon.

This old man is obviously weak-hearted!

"I'm quitting!"

"You'd better be smart."

Matthew shook his head vigorously.

I can't do this job, these elves are so perverted!

will only make it difficult for oneself one by one.

It's still a nightmare difficulty!

No wonder the elven old man felt that he couldn't turn the tide.

Hell knows how many other things they've done!

"Don't!"

Tyrani grabbed Matthew, who was about to leave the city wall:

"We've locked up all the members of the Council of Elders, and we've divided the area around the Marks of the Dead as the Alliance intended."

"Do whatever you want next!"

"As long as you can solve the problem of the scars of the dead, you can become the great hero of the elves!"

Matthew couldn't help but roll his eyes:

"What's the use of the elven hero?"

"Can you do something practical?"

Terrani's expression was a little embarrassed.

However, she still pulled Matthew to the side and whispered:

"What do you want practically?"

Her handsome face was full of uneasiness.

Matthew just wants to get out of it now.

Unless he can get more manpower and support from the alliance, he really doesn't want to continue to mix.

So he said casually:

"Do you have any relics of the ancient god of beauty?"

"If not, forget it!"

However, the next second.

Tyrani replied honestly:

"Yes."

"How many do you want?"

Yes?

Matthew's heart said, is this okay?

The elf is worthy of being an ancestor, and his family background is indeed extraordinary.

So he pushed the boat down the river and said:

"Take me to see it first."

Terranie looked at Matthew suspiciously:

"Do you have a solution to the Traces of the Dead, especially the Grey Lake?"

Matthew affirmed:

"Absolutely."

"In fact, my new plan has already been sent to the alliance for approval, and it is estimated that the owl of the reply is on the way."

Terani's face softened:

"Then I'll take you there."

"I can lend you a look, but don't...... Try not to touch it, is that okay? ”

There was a hint of pleading in her voice.

Matthew nodded:

"I'll try my best."

Ten minutes later.

In the basement of a fine stone palace surrounded by giant ring-shaped trees.

Matthew looked around in amazement at the variety of utensils and artworks around him.

"This was once the palace of the ancient god of beauty, so there are many relics left."

"It's a pity that it was stolen by Sener once, and there are only a dozen items left that can really be called artistic value......"

Terrani said with regret.

A dozen pieces?

It's enough for A Bing to be promoted to a legend three or five times!

Matthew silently summoned the knife dancers out to admire the surrounding artwork.

As soon as Bing appeared.

Sure enough, I was immersed in the relics of the ancient god of beauty.

The data bar is displayed.

He is in the process of his own legendary way, that is, he is appreciating the relics of the god of beauty.

This process lasts longer or shorter.

But as long as it is done successfully.

A soldier is expected to become a legend!

Terranie gave Bing a strange look, but didn't ask much.

After a while.

She couldn't help but ask:

"How are you going to deal with Grey Lake?"

"Can you give me a thorough explanation?"

Matthew said casually:

"I'm going to find someone to make a super invincible and powerful magic bomb."

"Then detonate in the center of Grey Lake."

"After that, it should be a hundred......"

Terrani was momentarily stunned.

……

(End of chapter)