Chapter 622
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The black-cloaked figure returned to the underground portal in Norland and waited patiently for the yellow-cloaked figure to arrive.
After an hour, the man in black finally sensed the man in yellow's presence.
"Where's your apprentice?"
The black-clothed man looked around and found that the yellow-clothed man was alone. The apprentice he mentioned earlier was also nowhere to be seen.
"You're not satisfied with me helping you alone?" The man in yellow's expression was not pleasant. The man in black was wise not to anger him.
"Of course not."
The man in black had personally experienced the strength of every Sage in Noland. The man in yellow alone was comparable to an army of thousands.
"You high elves are so cowardly. I'll definitely scare those old fellows in your tribe if I bring an entire army."
The man in yellow scanned his surroundings. This was the center of the Frost Axe Tribe's territory. The man in yellow had already informed Frost Axe before coming here.
The portal to Assequero opened at Frost Axe's door. With the man in yellow's understanding of the dwarf, he would definitely run over to take a look, but Frost Axe did not …
Without any reason, the man in yellow could only guess that Josiah had informed Frost Axe beforehand.
"…"
The man in black did not deny the man in yellow's words. He silently walked into the portal, and a sense of weightlessness engulfed his entire body in that instant.
When he opened his eyes again, he was once again back in the ruins of the Forgotten Land.
The man in black's perception spread throughout the Forgotten Land. When his perception reached the Hearthstone Tavern, the worst seemed to have happened!
He sensed the presence of many of his kind in the Hearthstone Tavern, and the presence of an elder!
The confrontation between the high elves and the blasphemer had already begun?
Now was not the time for that!
The black-clothed man looked at the yellow-clothed man beside him. His expression was slightly solemn. The elven elder's magic power wasn't any weaker than his!
"You better pray that Josiah Yanorod is fine."
The man in yellow walked towards the source of the aura with his staff, and the man in black immediately followed.
He had already begun to think about how to mediate the conflict between his race and that blasphemer …
When the black-clothed man arrived at the entrance of the Hearthstone Tavern and entered, he … gave up on thinking.
There were no disputes, no fights, not even a single sound of argument.
The young high elves occupied a few tables inside the tavern and whispered to each other. From time to time, human attendants shuttled between the tables in the tavern, serving drinks and food to the 'guests'.
The man in black almost thought that he had come to the wrong place. This was the 'peaceful' scenery that could only be seen in Noland's aristocratic restaurant.
He turned around to look at the ruins behind him and realized that this was Assequero, not Noland!
How could his arrogant clansmen accept these outsiders so quickly?
"Elder Queytoan! Elder Sindonar! "
The man in black quickly found two decision makers of the Elder Council among the young elves. They were all able to stay peacefully in the tavern built by the blasphemer. If it was before, the only possibility that the man in black could think of was that they had betrayed their own race and brought many of their kind with them.
But after hearing what Josiah Yanorod had done in Noland, the man in black's view of Josiah changed.
A change was a change, but it was not to the extent of changing from 'a dangerous intruder' to 'an eternal friend of the high elves' like the high elves sitting here.
"You're Vihse … I've heard of your return."
Elder Queytoan turned around and recognized the man in black. His gaze was filled with caution as he looked at the man in yellow.
"As an exiled person, I should have punished you and banished you from Assequero." "But I've also violated the rules set by the Elder Council, so I'm now a 'sinner' as well." Elder Quidean sighed as he looked at Josh who was sitting behind him. "But I've also violated the rules set by the Elder Council, so I'm a 'sinner'.
One of the commandments of the high elves was to 'never rely on any blasphemer', and it was the same when it came to believing.
But Queytoan had undoubtedly broken that commandment.
"Elder, Assequero is in danger." The man in black did not want to dwell on the issue of blasphemers anymore. "A group of dangerous humans are attempting to destroy all of Assequero beneath the Deep Green Basin. Please believe me!"
The man in black had returned to his homeland to warn his own kind, but they did not trust him at all and did not even have the chance to tell him.
But this time …
"That group of humans started their attack two hours ago." Silver inscriptions appeared on Elder Queytoan's hand, and an illusory image appeared on the inscriptions.
Spatial Refraction. This was one of the most basic types of spatial magic.
The content recorded on it was the Deep Green Basin beneath Assequero.
More than ten tendrils made of energy rose into the sky and wrapped around the base of Assequero.
"The weakening of Assequero is not a coincidence. You are right … They have been planning this for a long time." Elder Queytoan said with a solemn tone.
"It has already begun?"
The man in black immediately turned around and wanted to run out of the tavern, but he suddenly thought of something and stopped.
"There are magic nodes on the ground that summon these monsters. Elder Queytoan, if we destroy them …"
"Our people have already started a war against the invaders in the Deep Green Basin. They have destroyed a few nodes, but it is useless."
Some of the energy tendrils in the image in front of Elder Quaeto gradually disappeared, but more tendrils once again wrapped around him. It seemed like there was no end to it.
"So you are prepared to abandon Assequero with the Blasphemers?"
The man in black was stunned for a moment, and he subconsciously said this sentence. This sentence was enough to anger all the high elves present.
"I will never abandon my homeland. If Assequero turns into a sea of fire, I will only become firewood for Assequero!" Queytoan was obviously enraged, but he quickly controlled his emotions. "I am here to find a way to save Assequero!"
"A way?" The man in black wanted to say something but was interrupted by an energetic voice from the other side of the tavern!
"Today's twelfth round, Journey of the Holy Spirit! This time, I can try other heroes! "
The man in black looked at the direction of the voice. Ahr … She was sitting alone in the corner of the tavern, and no one disturbed her.
But the light surrounding her body was so dazzling that it could not be ignored … the light of faith.
The will of the holy tree, Shiratori, stopped on Ahr's shoulder and absorbed the power of faith.
"Assequero can only escape the fate of destruction when it rises to a high enough height. But to make Assequero rise requires a large amount of energy." Elder Queytoan said seriously. "Do not disturb her. This' live broadcast 'concerns the survival of Assequero, but the energy provided by Ahr is still not enough."
"Still not enough?" The man in black suddenly heard Josiah's voice from behind Elder Queytoan.
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