Seven days later, in the High Elves' Elder Council.
"You are going against the will of the holy tree by doing this!"
Elder Sindonal stood on one of the seats in the Elder Council and slammed his hands on the stone table in front of him, his cold gaze sweeping across the other four elders.
Three of the elders ignored Elder Sindonar's anger and chose to leave the Elder Council.
The only elder who stayed was Sindonal's friend … Astrologer Queytoan, who had the ability of prophecy among the High Elves.
"I understand." Sindonal gripped the edge of the stone table so hard that cracks appeared on the stone table. "The holy tree has already expressed its will, placing its hope on the Forgotten Ones, but the other elders are not moved at all!"
"Sindonal … Sindonal, how old are you this year?"
The astrologer, Queytoan, walked around Sindonal and asked a question that might seem offensive to outsiders.
"1,037 years old," Sindonal said. He was already entering middle age among the High Elves.
"I'm three times your age," Astrologer Queytoan said slowly and calmly. The astrologer, Queytoan, spoke in a slow and calm tone. "The year I was born, Arthkro had yet to ascend to the skies."
"Assequero did not ascend into the sky?"
Elder Sindonar was shocked. He had never heard of such a thing before. None of the High Elves had heard of such a thing.
In the eyes of the High Elves, Assequero was a city that always floated in the sky.
"Assequero's past history was written with the blood of our race." Astrologer Queytoan extended his hand. Faint purple inscriptions appeared on it as he gestured for Sindonal to hold his hand. "You are qualified enough to know the past."
Sindonal did not hesitate and held the astrologer's hand. In that instant, the scene before his eyes changed completely.
An unprecedentedly prosperous Assequero appeared before his eyes.
"Three thousand young humans visited Assequero. We followed the will of the Holy Tree and accepted them in a friendly manner. They also built a residence at the edge of our city." The astrologer Queytoan's voice echoed in Sindonar's ears. "Their civilization has developed beyond our imagination. The sacred tree and we have put down our pride to exchange knowledge with those humans."
Elder Sindonar stared at the world from more than 3,000 years ago with widened eyes. The scene before him was not something that the current Noland could reach. The mounts of those humans were not horses, but magic-guided machines that could soar in the sky.
"But they brought disaster."
Elder Sindonar suddenly took a step back when the astrologer Queytoan said this. A large amount of Grey Fog had risen from the ground, and the ground had split open in an instant, with mud gushing out from the cracks.
The bustling buildings of Assykro were destroyed in a single night. The last thing Elder Sindonar could see was his clansmen fleeing in all directions, brutally slaughtered by a group of monsters he could not name.
Everything Sindonar saw was through the eyes of the astrologer, Queytoan.
He was someone who had personally experienced that disaster.
"Humans? You mean humans are the Forgotten Ones? "
Sindonar clutched his head. The illusion before him suddenly disappeared, and there were still many points he could not understand.
"That's right. We once followed the will of the Holy Tree, but it brought the Holy Tree to the brink of withering and the fate of our race to extinction. Sindonar, please remember that sentence."
"Do not trust the blasphemers again."
Sindonar murmured in the high elves' language, but he paused for a moment before speaking again.
"But Assequero is facing a crisis, Queytoan! The Forgotten Ones really have the ability to save Assequero! "
The moment Elder Sindonar said that, the ground shook violently.
They all knew what this meant. Assequero's altitude had dropped again, and it wouldn't be long before the city in the sky would fall to the ground.
Sindonar stared at Queytoan … He slowly closed his eyes and said.
"My granddaughter has been away from home for more than a week, but her life force has not weakened. Does it have anything to do with the Forgotten Ones you mentioned?"
Sindonar did not know how to answer.
The order came from the Holy Tree, and the general meaning was that the Holy Tree needed people to serve it. Sindonar then sent an elven patrol team to the Hearthstone Tavern in the name of investigation.
In the past week, three patrol teams had visited the Hearthstone Tavern, and in the end, no more than three high elves walked out of the tavern.
Sindonar had always been troubled by the fact that his own race had been imprisoned by an outsider.
"Prove it."
Seeing Sindonar's silence, the astrologer Queytoan spoke again.
"Let the Forgotten Ones prove to me that he has the ability to save Assequero, and I'll support you."
… …
"You still need to prove it? But it's still within my expectations. "
Josiah sat in the branch of the Forgotten Land, listening to Sindonar's latest report.
"Can you prove it now?"
Sindonar had seen Taylin's concert live. The Frost Elf had only stood on the stage and sang a few songs, but the power of faith she had gathered was thousands of times more than what the high elves had provided to the Holy Tree.
This was also the reason why Sindonar trusted Josiah so much. He knew that Josiah had this possibility, but what made him hesitate was … the high elves did not have someone like Taylin who was' worshipped by humans'.
"Let's do it the day after tomorrow. I'll make some arrangements. Just call that elder over when the time comes," Josh replied.
"That astrologer can accurately determine the energy provided by any race."
Sindonar was using this method to tell Josiah to be careful about this matter.
"I'll let your holy tree eat until it's full." Josh's voice was filled with confidence.
"Then … who should we choose?"
Sindonar asked tentatively. The Holy Tree's energy was obtained through faith.
The souls of the high elves were connected to the Holy Tree, which meant that if a human worshipped a high elf, that human's faith would also be absorbed by the Holy Tree.
So it was very important to choose the high elf who was' worshipped by humans'.
At this moment, many suitable candidates appeared in Sindonar's mind. There was no lack of beautiful singers among the high elves, but there were also many charming girls.
"Ahr."
Josiah took off the badge of the intern elven priest.
"Who?" Sindonar froze for a moment, as if trying to convince himself that he had misheard Josiah's list of names.
"Ahr. I only know her name. She's the child who visited Noland with you."
Josiah repeated. This time, even if Sindonar played dumb, he wouldn't be able to fool Josiah.
"That child …" Sindonar muttered to himself for a moment, unable to find a word to describe Ahr.
"She's a pretty good girl," Josiah said.
Elder Sindonar hurriedly tried to dissuade Josh from taking such a risk. "Indeed. She has the talent to be a priestess, but it'll be a little difficult for humans to worship her." Elder Sindonar hurriedly tried to dissuade Josh.
"It's not that difficult. There are already many humans on the Weave interested in Ahr. All I have to do is give her a hand."
"There are already many humans? Are those humans … normal? "
Sindonar looked at Josiah in disbelief, as if questioning whether there was something wrong with those humans' brains.
"There are actually many reasons for humans to worship someone. It doesn't have to be pretty or have a nice voice, although Ahr has both," Josiah explained.
Sindonar saw that Josiah was so supportive of Ahr, and he didn't intend to say anything else.
"How are the high elves living in the Hearthstone Tavern?" Sindonar asked one last question before he left.
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