Chapter 612
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There were many ways for the holy tree to collect the power of faith. The most direct way was to make living beings worship the holy tree, or to make them like it from the bottom of their hearts.
Queytoan had come into contact with many humans many years ago and tried to 'reform' them into becoming believers of the holy tree.
However, it ended in failure. Not many humans would regard a tree as their god.
But during the period when Assequero interacted with humans, the holy tree did receive energy from humans.
Queytoan investigated the matter out of curiosity, and the final result was that many humans fell in love with their own kind, and their love for the high elves was converted into the holy tree's energy.
So … Queytoan looked at the dense power of faith around Ahr, and he could only come up with one explanation.
"So many humans are in love with Ahr …"
Queytoan gradually understood what Josiah meant by 'solving the Assequero crisis'.
If it relied on this energy, the weak holy tree could indeed gradually recover.
But Queytoan still did not understand …
"Is the 'acting cute' that you speak of a spirit magic that charms the hearts of humans?"
Queytoan guessed the 'method' that Josiah used. To make more than five thousand humans fall in love with Ahr, Queytoan could only think of some kind of magic that could change the minds of humans on a large scale.
"Your interpretation of acting cute actually makes some sense, but it is not entirely correct. Moreover, Ahr accumulated her popularity with her own ability, and I can only provide her with a platform at most."
Josiah inexplicably agreed with the elf elder's explanation of acting cute, but still told him seriously that she had relied on her own efforts to get to where she is today.
"Relying on her own ability?"
Queytoan continued to look at the screen that appeared on the screen. There were five 'characters in the painting' standing in the background, but a few lines of words floated across the screen from time to time.
'Praise the World Tree, Miss Ahr is actually an elf.'
'Just listening to Miss Ahr's voice completely dispels the bad mood from this morning's failed potion refinement.'
'Can I touch your ears? '
The words that floated across the screen were the voices of the humans. Even from thousands of miles away, Quedonian could feel the passion of the humans for Ahr from these words.
Quedonian took the opportunity to glance at Ahr. Ahr wasn't doing anything. He was just sitting there.
In the next second, Ahr finally made a new move.
"My mentor, Fuya, seems to be online. She also has the Thunder Crystal. Let's start our three-man party!"
Ahr waved her hand excitedly. It was as if she was commanding an army. The power of faith gathered around her increased, and there were even some bright lights.
The number of words on the screen gradually increased. Queytoon carefully read every line of words on the screen.
"They're using the Elven Forerunner again …"
"It has begun? Who was matched with Miss Ahr? '
"The battle seems to have begun."
Battlefield, Hero, Holy Spirit.
These were the three keywords that Queytoan captured the most.
Did these humans gather to watch the duel between Ahr and someone else?
Ahr's outstanding talent in magic had indeed given her battle prowess several times stronger than her peers.
Quedonian had expected the humans to be interested in conflict.
However, the tavern wasn't a suitable battlefield, and Quedonian didn't see any opponent at all.
Most importantly, the words' The battle has begun 'and' Let's see how Ahr performs in this battle 'kept flashing across the screen. However, the elf herself was still sitting in her seat, and at most, she just picked up the crystal beside her and waved it.
"My arrows will guide you on the path ahead."
Suddenly, a confident female voice rang in Quedonian's ears, causing him to retract his gaze from Ahr and look at the Weave interface that Josiah had displayed.
The 'character in the painting' on the Weave interface moved. It was a tall elf, and she used her hand to tuck a strand of golden hair behind her ear.
This character was very upright, and Quedonian shouldn't be described as a painting. Her expression and actions were like a real person.
"Elven Forerunner Camshikna …" Quedonian read out her name according to the words below the character.
"Ma … Mother?!"
In the next second, the elf elder lost his composure and shouted.
"What did you say?"
Josiah was busy reviewing the comments and mobilizing the logistics personnel. In the end, the elder shouted 'Mother', causing Josiah to turn to look at him.
"The Forerunner, Camshikna. She was a great High Elf, and also my mother."
Quedonian and Josiah's eyes met.
The elves' lifespan was really too long. To the humans, those ancient characters that were recorded in the history books were just the difference between a senior and a junior to the elves.
"Today, we must use the Forerunner to get the first kill!"
Ahr didn't notice the awkward situation here at all. The loading of the game screen had already ended, and Ahr commanded the great Elven Forerunner to enter the Sacred Spirit Battlefield.
This scene was also seen by Quedonian, and he didn't know how he felt when he saw his deceased mother being controlled by a junior.
"You just used the same name?"
Quedonian knew that the Forerunner's appearance was completely different from the elf in the painting, especially the chest area.
So Quedonian guessed that this human just happened to use the same name.
"No, this Forerunner is your mother. I set her to be the composer of elven poetry, the great person that will lead the elves to glory."
Josiah opened another window of the Mana Net and presented the background of this Forerunner to the elder.
"I'm sorry if this makes you unhappy. If you really are her child, I will delete this character," Josiah said in a very serious tone.
Quedonian fell into silence again. He turned his head to look at the live broadcast.
Ahr was controlling the Elven Forerunner to stroll in a forest. Her figure was as vigorous as ever, hibernating in the shadows of the trees, waiting for something.
What really shook Quedonian's heart were the words that floated across the screen.
"Miss Ahr is still ranked at the negative 100 stage? A Forerunner shouldn't learn Tree Shadow! "
"Why not? The explosive power of the first level Ambush of Tree Shadow is so strong that it doesn't matter! "
"Such a weak hero in the early stages, learning anything is the same."
"All the Elven Forerunners in the Celestial Stairway Arena say that Miss Forerunner's first level Piercing Arrow can make you not dare to leave the defense tower."
They were arguing … Although Quedonian didn't understand what they were saying, these humans were arguing about this' foreign hero '.
His mother had passed away almost two thousand years ago, so long that even the high elves hadn't mentioned this' hero '.
Quedonian didn't know if the figure in the screen represented his mother, but this character made countless people remember the name Camshikna and everything she had done for the elves.
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