Withered yellow vines drooped, covering the decayed wooden buildings, and the entire ruin was frozen in a dull state that had not been set foot on for a long time.

Alger and a few sailors circled the ruins in a small half circle in the withering winter environment, but still found nothing of value.

"Captain, there have been batches of adventurers here, what else can be left for us?" Finally, a sailor in his thirties broke the silence with a rather lack of patience.

This resonated with the rest of the companions, who chimed in:

"Where we didn't spend much time figuring out, others would be able to find it easily. ”

"Yes, yes, yes, let's continue to the Fersaks!"

"Captain, you're trying to make this a stronghold?"

Alger made a slow sweep of the circle, causing the sailors to stop grumbling under his gaze and choose to obey.

There was silence for several seconds before he spoke:

"I'm going to use this place to ambush the Fursaks.

"Let's look at the terrain first to see if it's suitable. ”

With such an excuse, the sailors barely bred up, and the group quickly entered the depths of the elven ruins.

As he walked, Alger had a sudden inspiration, and subconsciously looked sideways at the back of a giant tree.

There are some signs of churning in the dirt, and it won't last more than a year.

Alger withdrew his gaze, pretending not to notice anything wrong, and looked somewhere else.

After exploring the elven ruins, they made their way back to their new camp.

By this time, it was approaching evening, and it was getting colder and colder in the forest, and after Alger and the sailors had dinner, he left two patrolmen behind, each entering a different tent.

The bitter wind whined through the trees and shook the campfire, and Alger, who had been intent on leaving the camp in the middle of the night, suddenly heard the sound of singing in the distance.

The song was ethereal, like a lady singing softly, telling her inner worries.

This reminded Alger of the past, of his long-lost mother, of his bullied childhood.

Unspeakable sadness rushed uncontrollably through his heart, so that he did not wake up immediately, but waited for several seconds before he suddenly turned over and sat up, frowning deeply and listening intently.

This time, he didn't hear anything, and the melodious singing never seemed to appear.

Alger narrowed his eyes, grabbed his thick jacket and put it on, and stepped out of the tent to the campfire.

The two sailors on duty for the night had just finished a round of patrols and were soaking up warmth there.

"Did you find anything out of the ordinary?" Alger asked in a deep voice.

The two strong sailors shook their heads at the same time:

"Nope. ”

Alger's brow relaxed, and he turned around, intending to make a round of his own.

At this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a situation:

The two sailors were too close together.

If it's an ordinary pirate, this is fine, but Alger's men are all sailors who have received formal training from the Church of the Storm, and they must know that in this environment, the patrolmen must keep a certain distance from each other, not far or close, not only to see their companions, but also to prevent being taken away by a single attack.

Alger took two steps quietly, and asked as if casually:

"Did you find anything normal?"

He changed the question and made it very strange.

The two sturdy sailors shook their heads in no particular order, and replied with unchanged expressions:

"Nope. ”

No...... Alger bowed his head lightly with a slightly relieved expression:

"Good. ”

He quickly turned and walked slowly into his tent.

As soon as the sailors' gaze was cut off, Alger suddenly pulled out the "Poison Blade" and "Gargoyle Glasses" and opened his mouth to sing a song.

At this moment, the ethereal and melancholy song of the moment reappeared, echoing in Alger's ears and piercing his spirit.

It was an unusually old ballad, singing with the ultimate sadness and melancholy, making it seem as if pale and empty arms had grown out of Alger's spirit, tearing at him constantly.

Alger's expression contorted, and the surface of his skin protruded one after another of slippery light black fish scales, and the dark blue hair, which was messy like seaweed, stood up one after another, all of which became extremely thick.

The thoughts that had existed in his mind were disturbed by the song, interrupted by the pain, and could no longer take shape.

Alger fell, struggling and squirming on the ground, less and less human, on the verge of spiraling out of control.

Suddenly, the singing stopped, and a slightly indifferent voice reached Alger's ears:

"There's some elven blood......

"So be it, and take advantage of Châttas's extraordinary properties. ”

Alger's forehead was covered with cold sweat and he slowly got up, only to see a figure in the tent at some point.

This is a woman with black hair, delicate facial features, slightly pointed ears, dark eyes, soft contour lines, and a long dress with a simple complexity, even if there is no advantage in height, it still gives people a condescending feeling.

“...... Are you the Elven Queen, the 'Queen of the Scourge' Gosinham?" Alger asked with a flash of thought.

The woman played with a beautiful golden wine glass, and said plainly:

"Haven't you already seen me?"

Alger suddenly remembered the similar singing he had heard on the island of Passu, and remembered the fact that he had entered the Coral Palace under the sea in his dream and saw a high-ranking elf.

"You're still alive. After a few seconds of silence, Alger spoke in a low voice.

At the same time, he quietly recited the honorific name of Mr. "Fool" in his mind, but he did not know if it would be useful not to pronounce it.

The woman with black hair in a high bun replied without changing her expression:

"It is very difficult for an angel to fall without encountering enemies. ”

"Then why do you want to divide the characteristics, put yourself in a strange state, and have to wait for the opportunity to be resurrected?" Alger asked at this time, curious on the one hand, and delaying time on the other.

The elf woman suspected of being the "Queen of the Catastrophe" Goshinum "snorted":

"For the Throne of the Storm is occupied by Leodro, and I am powerless to resist the 'tyrant'.

"Also, there are fewer and fewer elves, and my anchor is getting less and less secure. ”

Others may not know who Leodro is, but Alger knows it very well and is completely afraid to continue the topic in the real world.

Just as he wanted to ask the "Queen of the Scourge" what the purpose of the arrival of the "Queen of the Scourge" Gosinam was, the elven queen had already taken the initiative to speak:

"Do you want to be a demigod?"

He wants to resurrect me through my body? He wants to use Sequence 4 of Promotion and Divinity as a bait to erode me?

Considering that Mr. "Fool" can purify all kinds of pollution, Alger keenly feels that this is an opportunity.

This reminded him of a term once proposed by Russell the Great:

Sugar-coated cannonballs!

And now, there is no small chance that he will swallow the sugarcoating and throw back the cannonballs.

"What do you want me to do?" said Alger, who didn't act too eagerly, and questioned his personality.

"Queen of the Scourge" Gosinam looked at him for a few seconds and said:

"When you have the qualifications and opportunity to get your hands on that Book of Natural Calamity, take out something from it that others won't notice and take it to the Western Continent. ”

Western Continent ...... The hometown of the legendary elves?Alger frowned slightly and said:

"Isn't the Western Continent gone?"

Goshinam slightly hooked the corners of his mouth and said:

"Since it's gone, it's going to reappear.

"When the end comes, it will definitely return. ”

Without waiting for Alger to ask again, the elven queen paused and said:

"You don't have to send it to the Western Continent yourself, but you have to entrust it to someone you can trust, and although I'm not good at cursing, I can still make you die a painful death after breaking the agreement. ”

"But what if the Western Continent doesn't reappear, or if you can't enter it?" Alger said after a moment's thought.

With shiny hair and soft facial features, Goshinam's eyes were empty, as if he had fallen into some kind of good memory.

After a few seconds, she spoke softly:

"If it really doesn't reproduce, then the agreement is null and void.

"You may really need a spell or a password to enter the Western Continent, but I don't know what it is, but you can ask a being. ”

"Who?" asked Alger, confused.

Gosinam glanced at him and said coldly:

"The 'Fool' you just chanted in your heart.

"I have a hunch that He is the key to whether or not this thing can be done. ”

Alger's heart tightened, and he hurriedly lowered his head and responded:

"I see. ”

Seeing this, the "Queen of Natural Disasters" Gosinam bowed her head lightly and said:

"If you wish to become a demigod, keep this promise and wait for the sun to rise, then go to that elven ruin. ”

As soon as the voice fell, the figure of the elven queen quickly dissipated, like the kind of illusion often seen in the sea and desert.

Alger snapped his eyes open and found himself lying in the tent, having just woken up.

His memory was a little confusing, but he quickly straightened things out:

He and his sailors had just inquired about an elven ruin and had come to the vicinity, before they could explore it.

The previous "exploration", singing, sailor mutations, "natural disasters" appearances, and conversations were all just a dream!

No wonder I was so careless...... Knowing that she might encounter the "Queen of the Calamity", but did not pray to Mr. "Fool" in advance...... the "Queen of the Scourge" relied on the angelic personality to create this real dream? Or did she have the corresponding seal, even if it existed in a special state, there was a way to borrow power? Alger listened to the movement outside the tent and found that everything was normal.

He immediately sat down and prayed to Mr. Fool reverently.

In twenty or thirty seconds, Alger came to the gray fog and saw Mr. "Fool" sitting at the top of the mottled table.

"Have you seen Goshinum?" said "Fool" Crane as if casually after greeting the "Hanged Man".

"The Hanged Man" replied sternly:

"Yes, but not sure it's the Elf Queen. ”