The black-clothed man knew how stubborn dwarves were. He could make a human spellcaster call him 'Sage' from the bottom of his heart.
But Frost Axe … Not to mention Frost Axe calling him 'Sage', she wouldn't even call him by his real name.
Frost Axe had always called him 'Long Ears', which the black-clothed man thought was slightly disdainful. Although Frost Axe didn't mean to look down on him.
Therefore, the difficulty of collecting the power of faith from the dwarves, in the eyes of the black-clothed man, was as difficult as fighting a dragon that guarded the holy tree!
But someone did it. Not just one dwarf, but all the dwarves in the underground city fell in love with a high elf.
"How many people are watching this high elf like you?" The black-clothed man pointed at Ahr on the screen. Many years ago in Assequero, Ahr was one of his juniors. Because of Ahr's outstanding talent, the black-clothed man had a deep impression of him.
"Fourteen thousand! You didn't drink anything, and you don't even know how to read numbers? "
Fourteen thousand … This number was still rising.
In the entire Weave interface, Ahr's face only occupied a small part of it. The real content was an elf moving through the forest with a vigorous figure.
The Weave game … When the black-clothed man was imprisoned in the Hearthstone Tavern, he heard Josiah discuss this topic.
Just as he was about to ask Frost Axe, "You also play … games on the Weave?", Frost Axe suddenly slapped her thigh.
"This little girl finally got rid of the person opposite her! What a relief! "
Frost Axe's voice carried some excitement. In the next second, a ball of light appeared above Frost Axe's head.
The black-clothed man was already numb to the divine energy, but this time, the ball of light on Frost Axe's head was much brighter than before.
The first time he captured the energy of the World Tree from Frost Axe, the light was so dim that it almost didn't exist. If not for the high elf's superior eyesight, he wouldn't have been able to see the almost transparent light.
This time, it was like the light of a candle.
Not only Frost Axe … The man in black abruptly turned his head to look at the distant cluster of buildings. This time, when the man in black looked directly at the specks of brilliance, he felt that it was somewhat dazzling!
What did Ahr do?!
The black-clothed man stared at the image in front of Frost Axe, which clearly showed two lines of words.
"The genius Ahr has defeated Klaus!"
"Genius Ahr has defeated the Light Chaser!"
The man in black didn't understand the meaning of these two lines, but the words that constantly floated across the screen clearly told the man in black how excited the people watching Ahr's game were.
"My Ahr finally killed someone! It's not easy … "
I have an urge to cry.
"It's time to put gold coins into the wishing pool."
The man in black imagined these words coming from the mouth of a human, who then gathered together and watched as Ahr sat behind a long table and played the Magic Net game.
After this scene was constructed in the man's mind, he could only describe it with one sentence: "It's like a carnival".
They hugged each other excitedly, celebrating something for this high elf.
It was truly crazy, but this was the result of the man in black's bitter pursuit.
Could it be that he really misunderstood Josiah, that he wasn't partners with the blasphemers under Assequero?
As the man in black pondered, a magic carriage stopped below the tower, and a group of spellcasters wearing robes with the emblem of the Philosopher's Tower alighted from it.
"Your apprentices are here," Frost Axe said.
… … …
Queytoan's cheeks tightened, not to control the anger in his heart, but to prevent himself from laughing.
Now, the power of faith gathered on Ahr's body had reached … a level that Queytoan couldn't describe with words.
A large amount of faint light gathered around this high elf, as if to swallow her up.
It had only been half an hour since the broadcast started, and the power of faith that Ahr had gathered would require a night of thousands of high elves to supply to the holy tree.
If all the high elves were like Ahr, not to mention falling, Assequero would have no problem ascending to the legendary 'Outland'.
This was something worth celebrating, and Queytoan was so happy that he wanted to gather all his kin and hold a ceremony to announce that the weakening of Assequero would be a thing of the past.
But he still buried the excitement in the deepest part of his heart …
"Ahr's hard work has paid off. Your … mother is now starting to play a role in the team battle."
While Josiah was conversing with Queytoan, Ahr's elven leader once again slew the enemy for the third time.
Even though these three kills were harvests in the team battle, it was enough for the audience to enter a state of excitement after being sullen for an entire round.
"If it were any other high elf in the tribe, would they be able to do what Ahr did?" Queytoan asked with some expectations.
After the entire broadcast, Queytoan ignored the keywords' too lazy 'and' dragging the team down ', and found the keyword' cute 'was the most common.
In terms of appearance and temperament, there were many high elves who were more outstanding than Ahr.
"No, to make the human audience like her, looks alone are far from enough. I said that Ahr is very talented and lucky, and this is not something that anyone can have." Josiah said.
"Josiah Yanorod, please tell me what to do."
Queytoan was now like a person in despair who saw a glimmer of light. In order to be able to hold on to that glimmer of light, Queytoan was willing to sacrifice everything.
Therefore, something like the pride of the high elves could not even be compared to the biscuit in Ahr's hand.
"The first thing to do is to solve the disputes in your tribe, but before that, you can recommend your people to me. I will think of a way to train them." Josiah was glad that there were still reasonable people among the high elves.
They were still too sensitive to the identity of the Chaos Demon.
"Recommend …" Queytoan then remembered that his granddaughter was still 'imprisoned' in this tavern.
"I have a suitable candidate, but there was no news of her after she explored the Forgotten Land. In my divination … she seems to be in this tavern?" Queytoan said.
"What is her name?"
"Aurelia, the child of my daughter." Queytoan immediately gave an answer.
"So she is your granddaughter? Aren't you worried after being locked up by me for so long? "
Josiah had always been curious as to why the high elves did not make a move. So many people from the exploration team in the Forgotten Land had disappeared.
"Elder Sindonal has been hiding this matter." Queytoan glanced at the elf elder behind him who might be labeled as a 'traitor'. "In my divination, she is not in any danger. Instead, this training will make her grow a lot."
"Training, grow … I can't really explain your granddaughter's situation. Why don't you go upstairs and see for yourself?"
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