Chapter 617
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The interior of the building was as big as a maze.
Queytoan had seen the 'Forgotten Land' before. When he was still alive, he had also visited this place …
This building was originally designed to be a place for all humans in the Forgotten Land to live. When Queytoan first visited this place, he almost got lost even with someone guiding him.
After thousands of years, Queytoan once again came to the second floor of this building. The humans who lived here had long since turned into ashes, and only the undead lingered in the hallway.
Queytoan did indeed see the undead in the hallway …
He came to the second floor alone. As soon as he reached the second floor, he met four undead soldiers made of skeletons.
The moment they saw Queytoan, they immediately ran towards him!
Were they summoned undead, or were they ghosts that originally stayed in this city?
Queytoan didn't think too much. A silver inscription appeared in his hand, and just as Queytoan was about to release magic to destroy the undead, he heard the sound of arrows flying past.
The four arrows accurately shattered the skulls of the four undead, turning them into dust and disappearing without a trace!
"Run this way! Hurry! There will be more undead gathering here! "
A girl's voice came from behind Queytoan. Queytoan came back to his senses and walked towards the direction of the voice without saying a word.
A fully armed … high elf. Her clothes were slightly tattered, and her style reminded Queytoan of the humans who struggled to survive after the disaster in the Forgotten Land.
"Shh … Lower your voice, they haven't gone far."
This high elf wasn't Queytoan's granddaughter, and she didn't seem to recognize Queytoan.
This didn't surprise Queytoan … He was one of the elven elders who didn't like to show his face in front of others. If it was Elder Enya here, this young high elf would have rushed over and hugged her.
"What are you doing here?"
Queytoan looked at the child up and down. She seemed to be very familiar with the surroundings. She had a backpack and a longbow on her back, and her every movement was that of a qualified hunter.
"Search for food. After being captured by the Blasphemer, our connection with the Holy Tree has weakened. If we don't eat, we will feel a sense of hunger." The high elf handed a dagger to Cuytoan and said sternly, "You must be a newcomer who was caught by the defilers. Be careful, those undead aren't to be trifled with. We'll reach our stronghold after this."
They even built a stronghold?
Quedonian felt that Josiah was confident enough to let him come to the second floor because he wanted his granddaughter to be under house arrest. Quedonian also hoped that his granddaughter was locked up in a room waiting for rescue.
Unfortunately, that was not the case at the moment. The second floor of the building was filled with dangerous Undead creatures, and the High Elves imprisoned here seemed to have established a resistance army.
When Queytoan thought of this, the ground trembled slightly. A large amount of Soul Fire emerged from the darkness at the end of the corridor.
"It's time to escape!"
The High Elf immediately turned and ran to the other side of the corridor.
"What are you waiting for? Run if you don't want to be caught by the Undead! "She shouted when she saw Quedonian standing there unmoving.
Can you let me use magic to kill these guys? Quedonian looked at the group of Undead. Although they looked terrifying, they were inferior products that he could easily crush.
However, Quedonian sensed Josiah's presence from these Undead. This meant that the Undead belonged to Josiah.
Quedonian chose not to smash Josiah's things and followed the young high elf to the third floor.
"Those Undead won't come to the third floor, so don't worry." She said to Quedonian.
The scenery on the third floor was very desolate. Quedonian sensed the presence of many of his kin here. The three missing high elf patrol squads were all here.
"This is our stronghold."
The young High Elf pushed open a rotten door and said to Queytoan.
Quedonian saw a few of his kin behind the door. They all seemed to be on guard.
This scene made Quedonian feel like he had returned to the moment when Assequero was on the brink of destruction. Resources were scarce, dangerous monsters were everywhere, and everyone huddled in the ruins to survive.
Were these children also living in such a harsh environment? If that was the case, his arrogant granddaughter could indeed grow up a little.
"Likasim! You're finally back! Hurry … Today's recording has started! "
"What? It's already started? "
"Today's recording is called 'Beauty and the Devil'. Likasim, you've seen it once right?"
"I've only seen half of that recording! Wait for me. "
The young High Elf known as Likasim noticed that he had brought back a newcomer.
"You can go and meet our leader first. She's in the room next door." The young high elf left after leaving this instruction.
Quedonian was silent for a moment. This was the first time he saw these young people so excited when watching 'recordings'.
The recordings of the high elves were all materials for learning magic. Among the young people, many were very lazy in learning magic.
A group of young high elves running to watch 'recordings' and were afraid of the scenery without a location. To Quedonian, this could only be described as rare.
Beauty and the Devil … What kind of strange magic name was this?
Driven by curiosity, Quedonian followed the two high elves to the location where the 'recording' was being played.
The ground cracked open to form a hole that led to the second floor. The two young high elves nimbly flipped down from the hole and arrived at the second floor room.
It looked like a place that no undead had set foot in.
Quedonian stood on top of the hole and looked down. It was a huge … viewing hall.
A long row of seats at the back was already filled with high elves. Quedonian counted the number of people. There were a total of 22 people. Adding the five people would be the total number of missing high elves.
These young high elves didn't have any signs of injury other than their tattered clothes.
Quedonian once again looked up at the screen in the distance. The 'recording' there wasn't any magic research material. Instead, it was a scene of a human girl singing loudly in a group.
"If you're interested, go down. There won't be any undead there. The story of 'Beauty and the Devil' is very interesting."
A gentle voice sounded behind Quedonian. Before she could say the next sentence, Quedonian turned around.
"Wennern?" Quedonian recognized his granddaughter's best friend.
"Qui … Quedonian … Elder Quedonian?"
At this moment, she entered a petrified state. Excitement and panic intertwined, causing her to be at a loss of what to do.
"It seems like you're living here … comfortably?" Quytoan glanced at the high elves below. There wasn't any despair or disappointment on their faces. Instead, they were filled with anticipation and joy.
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