Bai Xiaowen heaved a sigh of relief when the Elven Queen brought up this topic.
If the Elven Queen viewed the Heart of the Crimson Oak as "not for sale" and was unwilling to give it to Bai Xiaowen, then she would definitely not bring it up.
After receiving Bai Xiaowen's confirmation, the Elven Queen sighed softly, "Donna, Prophet, follow me … I want to bring you to meet the great Cyril."
The Elven Queen led the way, followed by Bai Xiaowen and Queen Camelo.
The Elven King's capital, Mushadir, was filled with lush greenery. Lush greenery was not enough to describe it as a city built in the middle of a forest.
There were towering trees everywhere, and under the dense shade, one could occasionally see a corner of a treehouse.
Leaves were piled up on the road, and they were soft and comfortable to step on.
The Elven Queen was not at all worried about dirtying her dress. This dress was clearly not an ordinary item, and no dirt could stay on it for even a second. According to the knowledge Bai Xiaowen obtained from the Camelo Royal Library, this dress must have been permanently enchanted with a cleaning spell.
Soon, the three of them arrived in front of a huge oak tree.
How big was this oak tree? Ten large men might not be able to wrap their arms around it.
The oak tree was dozens of meters tall, and the huge tree crown was like a thick layer of clouds, covering nearly a kilometer of space. On the branches of the oak tree, there were nut-like fruits hanging, fluttering in the wind.
The Elven Queen lightly knocked on the tree trunk, "Hello, Grandpa Cyril."
In the middle of the thick trunk, a slightly old giant humanoid face appeared. It was the image of an old man.
The old man's mouth opened and closed, and he spoke in a low voice, "Hello, little Fla." A branch bent down gently, and there were a few ripe fruits hanging on it. Obviously, this old man called Cyril was actually this huge oak tree itself.
The Elven Queen reached out and plucked the fruits, handing them to Queen Camelo and Bai Xiaowen.
After Bai Xiaowen reached out, she received a notification from the laws of the Spiritual Realm:
[Oak Tree Fruit: Special food. Ripe fruit that contains magic. After eating, it can recover 50% of HP and Spiritual Power. It cannot be used in battle.]
Bai Xiaowen was slightly surprised. Although the Oak Tree's Essence had the restriction that it couldn't be used in battle, it still couldn't hide its excellent effect. In continuous high-frequency battles, such as the League's Arena Matches, eating the Oak Tree's Essence while out of battle could restore the battle strength from a critical state.
The most important thing was that this huge oak tree probably bore tens of thousands of fruits. It was impossible to count them all.
Moreover, this Oak Tree could be brought out of the Spiritual Realm Plane because it was a gift from the Elven Queen. It was probably similar to the few spell books that Bai Xiaowen had extorted from Wizard Kevin in the Aaron Plane.
The Elf Queen said, "The Oak Fruit is a very important source of food for Mushadier. After eating one, she won't need to eat anything for two or three days. Grandpa Cyril is also one of the oldest trees in the Elven Kingdom, and is highly respected. "
Cyril said in a dull voice, "Little Fla … How do you have the time … to see Old Cyril? Old Cyril thought … the disaster of Amusha would keep you busy. "
The Elven Queen said, "Grandpa Cyril, the person I brought is the hope to solve the disaster of Amusha and even the disaster of the entire continent. He is the human prophet I told you about, Dior. "
Cyril slowly "looked" at Bai Xiaowen and said, "Dior … Well, you look very young … Considering the short lifespan of humans, you should be very young."
"I'm eighteen this year … Well, twenty years old." Bai Xiaowen muttered to himself. He was originally a teenager, but the flow of time in the Blacktide Plane was accelerated. In the short one year he was away, three years had passed, so he should be two years older.
"Twenty years old … Hahahaha …" The huge oak tree old man Cyril laughed. The huge treetop trembled slightly, and the leaves fell with the wind.
The Elven Queen said, "Twenty years old is far from being an adult in the elven race. However, Grandpa Cyril, this prophet has already proven his abilities with his actions. In the Bonus Mountains, where the same disaster had befallen, he helped the allied forces defeat the lord of the serpentmen and took one of the seven holy weapons … That is why I believe that he is the hope of saving Amusha and the Darktide Continent. "
Cyril made a sound of acknowledgment.
Bai Xiaowen thought to himself that the main missions were indeed of the same origin. The first main mission required him to kill a well-known leader of the serpent-men camp and complete the return of the prophet. It could be seen as allowing Bai Xiaowen to establish merit for the guardian camp through practical actions. The second main mission would allow Bai Xiaowen to establish a real alliance.
Without the first step, why would the kings of the various countries care about the opinion of a quack?
"Alright … Then why did you bring him here to ask Old Cyril?" The old oak tree's dull voice sounded again.
"I'm ashamed to say what I'm about to say …" The Elven Queen lowered her head slightly and told him about Bai Xiaowen's need for the Heart of the Crimson Oak. Finally, she said, "Grandpa Cyril, I know this will hurt you greatly, so I wanted to ask for your opinion."
The old oak tree said in a rumbling voice, "The Heart of the Crimson Oak is my heart. Human little prophet Dior … If someone asked for your heart, what would you do? "
Bai Xiaowen sweated. "This …" He groaned inwardly. This old oak tree called Cyril was one of the highest elders in the elven kingdom. Taking away the Heart of the Crimson Oak was equivalent to taking his life. No matter how he looked at it, the elven kingdom would not agree …
Suddenly, Bai Xiaowen had a flash of inspiration. His super brain felt that something was wrong.
Wait a minute! If taking away the Heart of the Crimson Oak was equivalent to taking the old oak tree's life, then why did the elven queen ask for the old oak tree's opinion? Back in the palace, the Queen should have rejected him!]
The old oak tree laughed loudly. "Human little prophet, you still need to add some knowledge. For a tree, the heart is not its vital part. The root is the most important part. I've taken root in the land of Mushadir. After five hundred years, another Heart of the Crimson Oak will be born … There's no harm in giving it to you. "
Bai Xiaowen heaved a sigh of relief. This old treant … was quite amusing. However, five hundred years of accumulation was a long time even for the elves and treants.
The elven queen said faintly, "However, without this heart, Grandpa Cyril can only sleep for five hundred years. He'll be no different from an ordinary tree."
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