Arthur Crow.

Astrologer Quitoan suddenly woke up from his dream. He covered his forehead with his hand and adjusted his breathing.

He had been troubled by nightmares for 3,000 years. Every once in a while, he would dream of Arthur Crow being swallowed by the gray fog. His familiar friends and family were all transformed into monsters.

Quitoun could not forget all this. All the surviving High Elves could not forget it.

So when he heard the holy tree say, “The murderer who caused the tragedy 3,000 years ago has returned,”Quitoun did not roll up his sleeves to fight the defilers. He was already very restrained.

It was very difficult for Quitoun to accept the defilers again. What made Quitoun decide to try was Arthur Crowe’s terrible situation.

Silver runes appeared in his hands. The runes formed a teleportation door and he walked into it.

The teleportation door led to the periphery of the forgotten land. Elder Sindonar had been waiting for him there for a long time.

“SINDONAR, where is the forgotten person?”

The holy tree only had one message for Kuito, and that was to ‘accept the forgotten person’.

Any High Elf who had experienced that disaster would understand what it meant to be a person who had forgotten. Quitoun found it difficult to understand why the holy tree would accept them again.

However, Quitoun, who was an astrologer, was very clear about Arthur Crow’s current situation. Even if there was a glimmer of hope in the end, Quitoun still had to grab hold of it tightly.

“He’s inside,”elder Sindonar said as he pointed at the ruins behind him.

Had he no choice but to step into that place?

He looked at the dilapidated building not far away. All kinds of memories kept flooding into his mind. He closed his eyes and calmed his heart. When he opened his eyes again, he looked at Al beside him.

“SINDONAR, I remember this meeting. I asked you to keep it a secret from the other elders,”Quitoran said.

Kuito aan knew Aer. There were very few High Elves who did not know this genius problem child.

“The forgotten one said that she… is the key to saving Arthur Crow.”

When Elder Sindonar said this, his expression was very strange.

When he heard this news, Kuito Aan’s face also showed… disbelief, as if he was saying, ‘Arthur Crow is hopeless, wait for death!’

After Quitoan followed elder Sindonar into the forgotten land, the many questions in his mind were occupied by a large number of memories.

This city that had already become ruins was originally a prosperous part of Arthur Crowe, but Quitoan’s head was now as hot and painful as a flame.

“Quitoan, are you alright?”Elder sindonar noticed the astrologer’s slightly pained expression.

“I just remembered something bad.”

Quitoan shook his head and let elder Sindonar continue to lead the way.

Elder SINDONAR led him to the Hearthstone Tavern in the depths of the forgotten land. When Quitoan walked into the tavern, he saw Jose who was approaching him.

Quitoan was already trying his best to suppress his emotions, but he could clearly feel the same aura of those monsters from 3,000 years ago from Jose. At this moment, many thoughts appeared in his mind..

The Forgotten, the blasphemer, the culprit who destroyed Arthur Crow, and the one who killed his parents, eldest brother, and sister… the murderer!

The cultivation that he had accumulated over thousands of years seemed to have lost its effect at this moment. The astrologer’s expression became very grave. He was trying his best to suppress the hatred and killing intent in his heart.

The killing intent that was overflowing from his body was also detected by Joshua. Beside him, Hiri had the intuition of a wild beast when it came to such thoughts.

“Do You High Elves have a habit of fighting before talking to others?”

Hiri had already taught several high elf patrollers how to behave during this week. They came to the tavern with hostility and anger. After being beaten up by Hiri and the Ice Dragon, they were tied up and thrown to the third floor to be taught.

Quitoan was now like a wolf that was hiding in the snow. Although he had become one with the surrounding snow, he had already exposed his fangs and sharp claws, ready to tear his prey into pieces at any time.

“Quitoan, the holy tree is watching you,”elder Sindonar quickly reminded his friend.

He raised his head slightly and saw the white bird standing on the beam. He instantly realized that he had lost his composure. Quitoan took a deep breath again, he kept reminding himself that the person in front of him was not an immortal. Even if he was the descendant of the defilers, he should not bear the sin

“My name is quitoan. I Am an elder of the Elven council. I am also an astrologer.”

Quitoan adjusted his emotions and practiced a etiquette unique to high elves towards Joshua.

“Joshua Arnold.”

Joshua only told him his name. Facing a person who had the thought of ‘wanting to kill you’, Joshua really could not greet him with a smile.

“Boss! Can We Start Now!”

Al completely did not notice the solemn atmosphere between the two of them. She had spent all her energy on the Holy Spirit’s training for the past few days.

All of this was so that today’s ‘live broadcast’could prove to the audience who supported her that she was still a hero who could kill her opponent alone in a match.

“You still have two hours to prepare. My scene has been set up for you. You can just sit there.”

Josh opened the magic net interface and looked at the feedback on it. The other two guests that Josh invited sent a message to Josh saying that they could start at any time.

It was said that Thunder Crystal had asked the yellow-clothed person to take a whole day off for this live broadcast. The next time Josh recorded at the Philosopher’s forum, the yellow-clothed person might come and complain to him again.

“Okay!”

Al’s performance was still energetic. It did not look like he had stayed up for three whole days and nights.

She sat at the long table that Josh had arranged for her and waited quietly for the live broadcast to begin.

“What are you going to ask Al to Do?”

Elder Sindonar looked at the position where Al was sitting. This position looked quite ‘ceremonial’.

The decorations on the long table were carefully arranged. There were stacks of hardcover books, a vase with three bouquets of flowers in it, and a piece of white cloth that was pulled up at the last minute..

Could it be that he was telling a story like the Frost Elf? Elder Sindonar had watched the program on the magic web once or twice. The Frost Elf would share some interesting stories with the humans of Nolan in the afternoon.

“Probably sacrifice her in exchange for a large amount of the power of faith.”

At this time, Joshua chose to make a joke. Along the way, he looked at elder Kuito’an.

As expected, there was a complicated expression on the elder’s face.

“Sacrifice… sacrifice? Is… Boss Real?”

This joke of Joshua’s was heard by Al, who had sharp hearing. This girl seemed to really… believe it.

“About that.”When Joshua was about to Tell al the truth, a resolute expression suddenly appeared on her face.

“I… Got It. If it’s for Arthur Crow, but boss, I only have one request. Can you not sacrifice me to those poor gods? Like the god of Holy Light and the god of order, they don’t seem to eat meat… the god of Thunder is the best! “The hall of Valhalla is filled with countless feasts!”

Al analyzed with a serious expression. If he sacrificed his soul to a god, it would be more comfortable if he gave it to that God.

“Stop!”

It was the second time that Joshua was convinced by Al’s strange brain circuits. This girl seemed to be quite knowledgeable about the gods in this world. If she continued to talk like this, she would be able to publish a ‘guidebook to the Kingdom of Heaven’!

However, after Al’s analysis, the elder named Quitoan seemed to believe it as well.

“In the end, this is the only way?”

Quitoan’s sigh was filled with despair.

“This is the only way?”

Why did Joshua hear that this elven elder already knew about the ‘sacrifice’method?

“This is the will of the holy tree…”Quitoan’s gaze was erratic. In the end, he raised his head and looked at the White Bird. “If this is the case, the holy tree… Al is not a suitable candidate.”