Chapter 897
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Perhaps Stitches had been starving for too long, but she didn't even let go of the bones of the fried chicken.
Josiah watched as Stitches gobbled down the entire skeleton, her dry lips stained with grease.
"The whereabouts of the Dark Elves?"
Stitches rubbed her abdomen. A single fried chicken wasn't enough to satisfy her body's energy needs.
However, Stitches knew that if she wanted to eat a second fried chicken, she had to answer Josiah's question.
"Qianmian, it's useless even if you go back. Your friends and family are all dead." Stitches unscrupulously provoked Qianmian again.
"I know. That's why I want to kill all the traitors."
Qianmian adjusted her state of mind while Stitches ate the fried chicken. After all, compared to killing Stitches, she wanted to completely destroy the Inquisition.
"Kill them all? What a nice word. How do you plan to kill them all … Burn the World Tree with fire? "Stitches let out another ear-piercing laugh.
"If I can, I'll pour tar on it myself."
Qianmian didn't reject Stitches's suggestion. If the World Tree of her race was really corroded by the Grey Fog, Qianmian wouldn't mind burning that filthy thing to ashes.
"Fire can't dispel the Grey Fog! There's no way … Qianmian, you should know that! " Stitches loudly interrupted Qianmian again, "The rest of your race has become the loyal hounds of the Grey Fog. They possess the power bestowed by the Grey Fog … The Grey Fog that gathers around the tree is enough to corrode any living creature into a meatball."
"Um, can you stop the dispute between the Dark Elves and the Grey Fog for a while? You just need to tell me where the tree is. "
Josiah couldn't wait to intervene in the conversation between Stitches and Qianmian.
Josiah was starving. He just wanted to figure out the exact location of the World Tree of the Dark Elves so that he could go home and eat.
"I don't know," Suture gave Josiah a simple answer.
No matter how good-tempered Josiah was, he almost wanted to roll up his sleeves and find a leather whip to whip the girl's butt.
But the physical pain could not threaten the stitches at all. She also noticed the corner of Josiah's eye twitch, and a mischievous smile appeared on her face again.
"The World Tree of the Dark Elves isn't on this continent. It has long been rooted on the back of a tortoise." Stitches cooperatively told Josiah an important piece of information.
"Turtle?"
"Berchemont." Qianmian suddenly uttered an unfamiliar name. "It's a very common legend in the coastal countries. There's a giant tortoise that's as big as an island. Just by walking on the sea, it's enough to set off a tsunami."
"This isn't a legend. And if you want to burn that tree, I suggest you do it as soon as possible!" Stitches' mouth cracked into a horrifying smile.
"The Dark Elves' World Tree is currently eating away at the tortoise's soul and body … It's a delicacy. Your race is really too creative. Once the tortoise's soul is completely eaten away by the tree, it will probably come to land and start looking for humans as food."
"If the Nephilic Judges really do that, it's equivalent to declaring war on the entire world."
Josiah didn't believe that the Court of Heresy would make such a decision. If they really did spread the Grey Fog on a large scale, then the various countries wouldn't just be wary of them.
"How long do you think the Nephilic Judges have existed?" Stitches asked Josiah in a low voice. "The Kingdom of Saints discovered the underground ruins a hundred years ago. Only then did they start to come into contact with everything related to the Grey Fog. That's why the believers of the Grey Fog are called Nephilic Judges. But the Grey Fog has existed for … far longer than the history of mankind."
"It sounds like it's going to be some troublesome quest related information. You just need to tell me how to find that tortoise."
Josiah directly asked Stitches about the thing he was most concerned about, as if he had pressed the button to skip the plot in a game.
"How would I know!" Stitches said. "That tortoise is hibernating in the depths of the Distant Gazing Sea. I have no way of getting it to the shore!"
"You should be able to inquire about the relevant information in the coastal countries." Qianmian seemed to want to go to the coastal countries herself.
"Wait, I still have some questions."
Josiah directly moved a chair to sit in front of Stitches. Qianmian had been standing beside Josiah, feeling a little ashamed.
During the process of interrogation, she basically didn't provide any substantial help. Josiah directly cut off the Internet and bribed the Nephilic Judge to tell him all the information.
"The plague in the Iron Guard City was also spread by you?"
This was another problem that Josiah had to solve. The Dark Elves' World Tree seemed to be related to the plague.
In the past few days, although Frost Owl had been online every day to play dungeons with Fuya, he only heard from Ahr that Cheil had been talking about the situation in the Iron Guard City.
And from another more reliable person, Carolee, he learned that the situation in the Iron Guard City was not optimistic, and the plague's influence was also spreading to the surrounding countries.
Even Falosi, who was thousands of miles away from the Land of Frost, had begun to be wary of the people of the Land of Frost. This was because the rumor that 'the people of the Land of Frost are the source of the plague' was spreading everywhere.
"Of course it was done by us. Who else could it be?" Stitches sounded very proud when she mentioned this. Now, Josiah wanted to beat her up more and more, but Josiah controlled his anger.
"What's the purpose?" asked Josiah.
"Of course it's to offer food to our great God." When Stitches mentioned the word 'God', there was not the slightest hint of respect in her voice. Instead, she sounded very perfunctory. "War, famine, plague … Humans suspect each other and fight each other to the death. Blood … flows like rivers. All of these will become nourishment for the Grey Fog. That's right! The war between the Nephilim and humans has provided us with a lot of nourishment. "
Stitches was still hovering on the edge of death. If it was Nogus here instead of Josiah, Nogus would have probably chopped her head off.
"That was a really good time, but there hasn't been much war recently … So we have to start it again," said Stitches.
"Steel and Frost."
Qianmian had already guessed the purpose of these Nephilim Judges, but she couldn't think of any way to stop it.
"Is it because of the conflict and rejection between the two races caused by the plague? Empress Yekana doesn't seem like the kind of soft doves. At this time, we need the brainwashing of movies and the magic net. "
Since the Nephilim Judges wanted to stir up a dispute, Josiah could use public opinion to calm it down. It was just a matter of how to do it.
"A new movie?" The Dark Elf keenly captured the word that she cared about.
"It's just a thought. That's all I want to know. Finally, I have a question for you." Josiah stared at the Nephilim Judge's cheeks that had been corroded. From the part of her that was intact, she should still be a pretty girl, but … she was too vicious.
"What question? Are you going to let me go? Mr. Nice Guy. "Stitches rarely used a pitiful tone.
"Your crimes are enough to be sentenced to death. It's not a problem for you to die a hundred times. But killing you is too troublesome, and I have to dispose of your corpse … I might as well give you a job," said Josiah.
"A job? Are you saying that you want me to atone for my crimes?" Stitches asked.
"I'm not that bored. I'm just treating you as a coolie." Josiah stood up and walked out of the cell. "I'll leave Qianmian in your care for the time being."
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