"On the Mana Net … What's that called again?"
Frost Axe didn't seem to find a suitable adjective halfway through his sentence, so he asked a younger dwarf beside him.
"Live broadcast … Elder, it's a live broadcast of Miss Al playing Holy Spirit." The young dwarf immediately replied.
"Yes! That's it! "Frost Axe looked at the man in black," Do you understand? "
Understand what?
The man in black had risked his life to escape from an Ice Dragon two hours ago. He didn't see Ahr in the Hearthstone Tavern when he left.
In the end, this high elf didn't just appear in the Blasphemer's tavern. His old friend Frost Axe was watching his kin in Noland through the Mana Net.
The man in black felt like his head was about to explode …
"I haven't been back to Noland for over twenty years, it's normal that you don't know the situation." Frost Axe's voice sounded as if the black-clothed man was pitying him, and Frost Axe's eyes clearly expressed the word 'country bumpkin'.
"I know about the Mana Net …"
The dwarf potion master finished bandaging the man in black's wounds as he conversed with Frost Axe. He forced himself to sit up on the bed.
The moment the transparent longsword pierced through his chest, the man in black had constructed a mana shield in his body. The shield didn't stop the penetration of mana, but it slightly deviated the trajectory.
Now, the man in black only suffered flesh and bones, and his heart was still intact. He just needed to rest for a while.
"Why are you asking so much when you know about the Mana Net?" Frost Axe said impatiently as he poured himself another mouthful of wine.
"…"
The man in black and Frost Axe's acquaintance could be considered an ill-fated relationship. He was already addicted to alcohol when he first arrived in Noland, and met this dwarf while drinking in a human tavern.
"I'm just curious why the elder of the Frost Axe Clan would be interested in a lady from the 'Long Ears' tribe."
The man in black actually had a lot of questions, but the one he was most concerned about was why Frost Axe would see a high elf on the Mana Net, and what was with the divine energy emitted from Frost Axe's body.
"This long-eared girl is much more interesting than you!"
Frost Axe belched, and when he belched, a dim power of faith emerged from his head.
At this moment, the black-clothed man was sure that what he saw was not an illusion!
Frost Axe was producing faith for the High Elves' holy tree!
At this time, the man in black turned his head to look outside. Through the window, he saw a few dim balls of light floating up into the sky.
"Can you … give me my staff?" The black-clothed man got off the bed and said.
"The people from the Sage Council will be here soon. Why are you in such a hurry?"
Seeing the black-robed man's stubborn appearance, Frost Axe wanted to kick him back onto the bed.
"I just want to check the door."
Frost Axe pondered for a moment before agreeing to the black-clothed man's request.
He tossed the black-clothed man's staff to him.
The black-clothed man leaned on the staff and walked out the door step by step. He struggled to push open the door of Frost Axe's residence.
Dwarves were naturally skilled craftsmen. Their houses were the foundation of Noland, connected to the ground of Noland. Frost Axe's residence was tens of meters above the ground, and it was one of the pillars supporting the entire Noland.
The black-clothed man could overlook the entire dwarven city from where he stood. He looked at the exquisite buildings in the distance.
"What! Are you stunned? "
Frost Axe took the wine and walked to the black-clothed man's side. The magnificent underground city in front of him was the pride of every dwarf. Frost Axe wanted to see the black-clothed man standing there in a daze.
"The dwarves in this city also have … the Mana Net?"
The reason for the black-clothed man's dazed expression was not because of the magnificence of the dwarven city. In his field of vision, he saw balls of light rising from the city's buildings and sinking into the ground above.
The sky above the underground city was embellished by these floating balls of light, gradually forming a starry sky.
The black-clothed man could capture traces of these balls of light in every corner of the city. This was the power of faith. Although a large portion of the power of faith did not belong to the high elves, the fact that the dwarves believed in the World Tree of the elves was enough to shatter the black-clothed man's worldview.
"Both. If you return to Noland, you must buy one too. Otherwise, everything will be inconvenient." Frost Axe said.
The black-clothed man did not listen to Frost Axe. He walked to the edge of the tower with his staff, found a suitable place to sit down, and silently watched the scene in front of him.
"Frost Axe, that blasphemous … did Josiah establish a religion in Noland?" The black-clothed man looked at the scene in front of him with a complicated feeling.
There were two reasons for him to leave Assequero. The first was to investigate the cause of Assequero's decline, and the second was to try to collect the power of faith from other living beings to supply to Assequero.
Over the years, the black-clothed man had made many attempts. Initially, he planned to establish a new religion in a remote place, but the humans in that area all had their own beliefs, and the black-clothed man did not know how to convince them to believe in a tree.
Then he came to Noland, the human capital of magic. His powerful magic talent allowed him to meet the previous black-clothed man, and after the sage passed away, he was honored to inherit the position.
The black-clothed man used his status as a sage to cultivate many human apprentices, and he did collect some power of faith from them.
This gave the black-clothed man confidence, and he began to investigate the truth of Assequero's decline under the invitation of the blue-clothed man.
Twenty years later, the black-clothed man returned to Assequero full of enthusiasm and confidence. Although he was rejected by his own race, he believed that as long as there was enough time, the results of his research would clear his name.
"Religion? Josiah did not establish any church, but there is a long-eared girl named Taylin who sings very well. That girl is more popular than you in Noland, and the people who want to see her can line up from the east of the River of Gears to Squirrel Street. "
"Sing? How is that possible … I used to be a bard in a human city many years ago, and it's impossible to just sing … "
Before the black-clothed man could finish, Frost Axe let out a hearty laugh and slapped the black-clothed man's back.
This slap almost seriously injured the black-clothed man. He swallowed the blood in his throat and looked back at Frost Axe, who seemed to have heard a super funny joke.
"What did you sing in the streets of Noland count for?! A hundred people on a street listening to you is already a lot. "
"A hundred people. It's hard for humans to resist the beauty and singing of high elves."
The black-clothed man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He was a professional bard for a while, and he clearly understood that many humans still enjoyed the singing of elven poetry.
"But there are tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of people who listen to Taylin's songs."
Frost Axe was not stingy with boasting about the changes in Noland to this friend he had not seen for a long time.
"Josiah established a Noland radio station." Frost Axe did not close Ahr's live broadcast interface, only blocking the sound and opening the Noland radio station. Taylin happened to be performing an impromptu song.
"This isn't … elven poetry …" The black-clothed man frowned and listened for a while before saying, "But this is indeed the singing of elves. Everyone who has the Weave can listen to her singing at any time, anywhere?"
"That's right! And her singing is much better than your elven poetry! "Frost Axe said.
The black-clothed man fell into silence again. He was sorting out what he had seen and heard in Noland. A frost elf had become the idol of a third of the humans in Noland, and it was not because someone had made her into a god, but simply because her singing was good … But how did they do it?
The black-clothed man's mind was still in a mess.
"I know you were a famous bard in the Noland tavern." Frost Axe patted the black-clothed man's shoulder and said, "Now you … That's right! Humans have a phrase called 'past'! It's a pity you're a past bard now! "
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