The withered yellow vines hung down, covering the decaying wooden buildings, and the entire ruins were frozen in the dullness of no one stepping on them for a long time.

In the winter withering environment, Alger and several sailors walked around the ruins for a short while, but still found nothing valuable.

"Captain, there have been batches of adventurers here, what else can we leave?" Finally, a sailor in his thirties broke the silence with insufficient patience.

This resonated with the rest of the companions, and they all echoed:

"We found places that we didn't spend much time, and others could find them easily."

"Yes, yes, let's continue to fuck the Fsaks!"

"Captain, do you want to make this place a stronghold?"

Alger swept slowly, allowing the sailors to stop complaining under his eyes and choose to obey.

After being silent for several seconds, he spoke:

“I plan to use this place to ambush the Fsaks.

"Let's first observe the terrain to see if it's appropriate."

With such an excuse, the sailors barely cheered up and the group quickly entered the depths of the elves' ruins.

As he walked, Alger suddenly felt inspiration and subconsciously turned his head to look behind a giant tree.

The soil there is a trace of turning, and it will not exceed a year.

Alger retracted his gaze and pretended not to find any problems, so he naturally looked elsewhere.

After exploring the ruins of the elves, they returned all the way to the new camp.

At this time, it was almost evening and the forest became colder. After Alger and the sailors had dinner, they left two patrolmen and each entered different tents.

The bitter wind blew through the trees, making the bonfire shaking. Alger, who was already determined to leave the camp in the middle of the night, suddenly heard a song that seemed to be there and there was no place in the distance.

The song was ethereal and ethereal, like a lady singing slowly, expressing her inner worries.

This made Alger unconsciously recall the past, his mother who had passed away for many years, and his childhood when he was bullied.

The indescribable sadness rushes into his heart, making him not awake immediately, but waits for several seconds before he suddenly turns over and sits up, frowns deeply, and listens with his ears.

This time, he heard nothing, and the melodious singing never seemed to appear.

Alger narrowed his eyes, grabbed the thick jacket and put it on, walked out of the tent, and came to the bonfire.

The two sailors on duty on the night had just finished a round of patrols and were drawing warmth there.

"Have you found any abnormal situation?" Alger asked in a deep voice.

Two strong sailors shook their heads at the same time:

"No."

Alger relaxed his eyebrows a little, turned his body, and planned to patrol him.

At this moment, he saw a situation out of the corner of his eyes:

The two sailors were too close.

If you are ordinary pirates, there is no problem, but Alger's men are all sailors who have received regular training in the Storm Church. They must know that in this environment, patrolmen must maintain a certain distance, not far or near, and they must not be able to see their companions, and they must also prevent them from being taken away by an attack at the same time.

Alger took two steps quietly, and turned around inadvertently and asked:

"Have you discovered any normal situation?"

He changed the question just now, making it very strange.

The two strong sailors shook their heads in no particular order, and replied with their expressions unchanged:

"No."

No...Arjie nodded slightly with a relaxed expression:

"very good."

He turned around and slowly walked into his tent.

As soon as the gaze from the sailors was blocked, Alger suddenly pulled out the "Poisonous Blade" and "Gargoyle Glasses", opened his mouth, and prepared to sing a song.

At this moment, the misty and sad song just now appeared again, echoing in Alger's ears and piercing his spirit.

This is an extremely ancient song, singing the ultimate sadness and melancholy, making pale and empty arms grow inside Alger's spirit, constantly tearing him up.

Alger's expression became distorted, and the surface of his skin highlighted one after another of smooth and light black fish scales. His dark blue hair, which was as messy as seaweed, stood up one after another, all of which became extremely thick.

The original thoughts in his mind were disturbed by the song, interrupted by the pain, and could no longer be formed.

Alger fell down, struggling on the ground, squirming, becoming less and less like a human being, and was about to lose control.

Suddenly, the singing stopped, and a slightly indifferent voice came into Alger's ears:

“There are some elves blood…

"So that's it, take advantage of the extraordinary characteristics of Shatas."

Alger slowly crawled up with cold sweat on his forehead, and saw a figure in the tent at some point.

This is a woman with shiny hair, delicate facial features, slightly pointed ears, deep eyes, soft outlines, and wearing a complex and simple long skirt. Even if she has no advantage in height, she still gives people a feeling of being condescending.

"...You are the elf queen, 'Scattered Queen' Goshinam?" Alger asked with a flash of thought.

The woman played with a beautiful golden wine glass and said casually:

"Have you seen me?"

Alger suddenly remembered the similar songs he heard on Pasu Island, and remembered the incident of entering the coral palace under the sea in his dream and seeing a superior elf.

"You are still alive." After a few seconds of silence, Alger spoke in a low voice.

At the same time, he quietly recited the honorary name of Mr. "Follower" in his heart, but he didn't know if it was useful to not recite the sound.

The woman with black hair tied into a high bun responded without changing her expression:

"It is difficult for an angel to die without encountering an enemy."

"Then why do you still have to divide the characteristics and put yourself in a strange state and have to wait for the opportunity to be resurrected?" Alger learned about the corresponding situation in the Tarot Club. At this time, he asked, on the one hand, he was curious and delayed time.

The elf woman suspected of "Queen of Natural Disaster" Gao Shinham "hummed":

“Because the throne of the Storm was occupied by Leodro, I was unable to resist the 'tyrant'.

"Also, there are fewer and fewer elves, and my anchor is getting more and more unstable."

Others may not know who Leodero is, but Alger knew very well that he did not dare to continue this topic in the real world.

Just when he wanted to ask the "Queen of the Disaster" Gao Shinham what purpose he had arrived here, the elf queen had already spoken:

"Do you want to be a demigod?"

He wants to resurrect through my body? He wants to use the promotion sequence 4 to obtain divinity as bait to erode me? While Arger was moved, questions after questions popped up in his mind.

Considering that Mr. Fool can purify various pollutions, Alger keenly feels that this is an opportunity.

This reminded him of a noun proposed by Emperor Rossell:

Sugar-coated cannonballs!

And now, he has a considerable chance of swallowing the sugar coat and throwing the shells back.

"What do you want me to do?" Alger did not act too anxiously and asked questions based on his personality.

"Queen of the Scourge" Gao Shinham looked at him for a few seconds:

"When you are qualified and opportunity to come into contact with the Book of Disasters, take something from it that others will not pay attention to and take it to the Western Continent."

The Western Continent... The hometown of the legendary elves? Aljie frowned slightly and said:

"Didn't the Western Continent disappear?"

Gao Shinham curled his lips slightly and said:

“Since it disappears, it will reappear.

"When the end of the world comes, it will definitely reappear."

Before Alger could ask again, the elf queen paused and said:

"You may not send that thing to the Western Continent in person, but you must entrust someone who is trustworthy. Although I am not good at cursing, I can still make you die in pain after breaking the agreement."

"But what if the Western Continent has not reappeared or cannot enter?" Alger thought carefully and said.

Gao Shinham, whose hair is bright and soft, has his eyes relaxed, as if he is trapped in a beautiful memory.

After a few seconds, she spoke gently:

“If it really doesn’t reappear, then the agreement will be invalidated.

"It may be necessary to enter the Western Continent to have spells or passwords, but I don't know what it is, but you can ask for an existence."

"Who?" Alger asked in confusion.

Goshinam glanced at him and said coldly:

“The 'fool' gentleman' you just recited in your heart.
To be continued...