Three thousand years ago, in order to save Assequero, the holy tree relied on its accumulated power to become one with the city of Assequero.
The sky city of Assequero was the lifeline of the holy tree. Once the city fell, it also represented the fate of the holy tree's withering.
Therefore, the falling of Assequero was a sign of the holy tree's weakness.
The Elder Council had been searching for a cure, and their first thought was to borrow the help of the Frost Elves. But unfortunately, this plan failed.
Apart from some impractical methods, the Elder Council found the simplest method, and that was to inject the lives of their own people into the holy tree.
Legend had it that the Elves were born from the world tree. Every time one of their kind died, they would hold a 'tree burial'.
The dead High Elf would be swept up by the branches and leaves of the holy tree, eventually turning into specks of starlight and entering the trunk.
And the Elder Council's decision was to convert the 'living High Elf' into the holy tree's energy.
This decision had been debated in the Elder Council for almost three years without a result. Because it was too cruel, the holy tree did not respond.
But at this moment, Quedonian realized that the holy tree seemed to have accepted this suggestion.
"Shouldn't Ahr be the one to do it?" Josiah saw the Elder's serious expression and felt that this prank could continue. So, Josiah used a serious tone to ask him. "Then who do you think should do it?"
Quedonian closed his eyes and pursed his lips tightly after being questioned by Josiah. Finally, he opened his eyes to look at Shiratori on the roof and gave Josiah an answer.
"I've lived long enough." Quedonian pulled open the long sleeves of his clothes. This High Elf Elder only had three fingers on his left hand. "A long life may be a wonderful thing for you mortals, but to me, it's a form of torture. If I were two thousand years younger, I might see you as my mortal enemy. Unfortunately, I'm too old to have such passion."
Quedonian had been tormented by nightmares for too long. The greatest pain from his tragic memories was that even his hated enemy had gradually turned to dust with the passage of time.
"So, I've already made preparations for the Holy Tree." Queytoan calmly narrated his current state of mind, and opened his eyes, preparing to be the first to dedicate himself resolutely.
He found that Josiah and the human girl, who had been standing in front of him, had moved to the other side, leaving Sindonar alone by his side.
Quedonian glanced at Sindonal doubtfully.
"They said 'chicken soup for the soul is too long' and left. Also, Queytoan … That Chaos Demon's method is actually not a sacrifice."
Elder Sindonar's face tensed up. Apart from En Ya, the five elders of the High Elves all had facial paralysis. However, Elder Sindonar, who had facial paralysis, couldn't help but smile.
Queytoan didn't notice his old friend's lips twitching slightly as he tried to stifle his laughter. He focused his attention on Ahr.
"Long time no see, everyone! I'm Ahr. Hmm … Let me take a look at my script. I'm a little shy as it's my first time appearing in front of the camera. Please bear with me and a smile? "
Ahr's voice instantly injected new vitality into the tavern. In terms of 'acting cute', this high elf girl was definitely very talented, provided that she got rid of the bad habit of reading her script during a live broadcast.
"What's Ahr doing?"
In Queytoan's eyes, Ahr was facing the air and saying some strange words. After saying those words, she was gesturing something in the air.
It was a symptom of being under an illusion.
"Ahr is … communicating with a group of humans."
Sindonar didn't know much about the method Josiah used. Queytoan stared closely at Ahr, and in the next second, her pupils contracted abruptly.
Although it was very subtle, Queytoan could see a large number of glimmering particles gradually flowing into Ahr's body.
This is the power of faith … The light emitted by these particles was very dim, so dim that it was almost transparent. Compared to the energy that the High Elves provided to the holy tree, it was almost as weak as the difference between a light and a firefly.
However, the number of glimmering particles gathered on Ahr's body was frighteningly large.
"What did you make Ahr do?"
Queytoan couldn't control her emotions anymore. She walked straight to Josiah's side and asked loudly.
Every elf elder understood how difficult it was to make a newborn High Elf establish faith in the holy tree.
That was why every high elf's tutor would instill the notion that the Holy Tree was supreme in their first lesson.
"Just as your friend said, Ahr is communicating with the humans."
Josiah waved his hand and opened the Weave interface. He directly clicked on the Weave Vision page. On this page, Ahr's live broadcast was displayed in the most prominent position.
There was no official live broadcast room in the Weave Vision. This was a page that Josiah had made at the last minute. After clicking on it, one could see the interface of 'Holy Spirit' in its battle preparation stage.
There was a small window at the bottom right corner of the screen. Ahr was waving at the audience from inside the window.
"Communication alone cannot produce … faith power."
Queytoan looked at the Weave interface in front of Josiah, and his expression froze for a moment.
"You … found the lost gift of the holy tree?" Queytoan sized up Josiah again. "No, this is not the central consciousness of the holy tree."
"The gift of the holy tree?"
Josiah seemed to have heard something incredible again. Queytoan's expression looked like he had seen something similar to the Weave.
Moreover, there were also many high-tech products in Ashcroft. Whether it was the crystal that could record images or the dagger that they had seized from the patrol captain, they were not products that could be produced by human technology at this stage.
"Please forget what I said just now." Queytoan shook his head and deliberately avoided the question. "I can understand that this is a medium for Ahr to communicate with the humans, but …"
Queytoan paused and glanced at Ahr again. Just this glance was enough to make Queytoan unable to shift his gaze away.
That was because the amount of faith power floating around Ahr had increased again!
This number was still increasing rapidly. In Queytoan's eyes, Ahr's cheeks were just glowing like fireflies. Now, Ahr's body was almost occupied by these fireflies.
A hundred? No … a thousand? Queytoan carefully counted the dim balls of light, estimating how many people's faith had gathered around Ahr.
"The exact number is around five thousand." Josiah reminded the elf elder not to do such useless things. At the same time, he pointed at the number of viewers below the Weave.
"Five thousand?"
Queytoan looked at the line of numbers where Josiah was pointing. It showed thirteen thousand people.
"This is only my rough estimate, but there are more than ten thousand people in Noland who want to see Ahr. This number is still rising." Josiah said.
Just to see her? Queytoan felt that his three thousand years of common sense and logic had been messed up.
"Why do so many people want to see Ahr?" Queytoan finally asked this question.
Josiah pondered for a moment and finally came up with an answer.
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