The Altar of Elders has a very domineering name, but it is a place where pure-blooded elves are extremely ashamed. Because the guys who can come here are all useless people who are unwilling to fight the dark elves, or deserters who lack courage.<
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The Elder Altar is named after those stone sculptures that are tens of meters high. They record the changes in the Elf Continent. They should have been carefully guarded, but now they have become a place of repentance for "sinners".
As for those pure-blooded elves who were thrown here, most of them have already lost their will. They are either just a mediocre body, or they are just glad that they are still alive... p>
The morning light shines through the glass window, and countless bright spots outline an abstract painting on the floor. Oed slowly walked out of the tree house, and the pungent smell of alcohol looked extremely ugly.
With a burp of wine, the undigested food eaten last night spurted out. The yellow-green mucus was sour and mixed with dirty blood gelatin and fell into the grass along the leather boots.
"Eh? Why does it smell so familiar? No one is planning to invite me to a drink. If that's the case, it would be wonderful!"
As Erd spoke, he staggered forward. The Elder Altar was only a palm-sized area, and it was surrounded by dense forest and vines, making it look very peaceful.
As for the nearly a hundred pure-blood elves who have settled here, they have long been accustomed to this kind of life. They have only one reason for living, which is to wake up in the morning light every day, take a nap in the afternoon, and sleep peacefully in the dead of night.
"Sir, where are you going? If the ale is not enough, I can do it for you." The servant said in a panic when he saw that Erd seemed to be leaving the elder altar.
Although this person is a servant, he is also the spy who monitors Oede. In the eyes of Shimmer Forest, Oede is an unworthy waste, but he has to admit his great strength.
"No need, I plan to walk around alone today, if you follow me, be careful of your head breaking up." Erde waved his hand after hearing this, and said impatiently.
Although he has lived at the Altar of Elders for nearly three hundred years, he still has not been able to calm down. The other party is nothing more than an ant, but he dares to peep at the whereabouts of tigers and wolves.
The servant bowed and saluted, watching Erd walk away from the elder's altar. He did not complain at all, because the other party was right, he could die instantly with just one finger.
The surveillance mission is important, and it is also the source of income for his whole family. But if he dies because of it, it will be a loss that outweighs the gain.
Along a forest path, Erde vomited all the way. The extremely unpleasant smell drove away countless flying insects, and the smell of alcohol made it difficult for poisonous snakes to eat.
More than half an hour later, he finally stepped out of the elder altar. Looking around, the sky was as blue as water, the grassland was rustling, and the white clouds were like butter. Three figures seemed to have been waiting here.
"It turns out it's you. I remember the last time we met was a hundred years ago. What's wrong? You came back from the Principality of Xisai, don't you plan to get married and have children?"
Erd's right hand moved slightly from his waist, and he saw a long silver needle stuck there. The strong pressure of the fighting spirit was like the smell of alcohol on its owner's body, which made people have to be careful.
"Long time no see, you still like drinking so much." When Christine saw the other party, the smile on her face became wider.
"How about it? Why don't you let us go in and sit down? I've prepared a pot of dark elf wine here, aged for thousands of years." Christine's storage bag glowed with fluorescence, and then she threw a small clay pot to it.
The other party.
A moment later, the group of four people returned to the Elder Altar again, or to be more precise, they returned to Erd's small tree house.
"Let me introduce to you, these two are my current companions, and I have left the Whispering Forest and plan to travel the entire world." Christine spoke first after the wooden door closed.
Although she concealed the true identities of Boom and Rikka, she still honestly told her current situation.
Erd was stunned when he heard the words, and saw a ray of light burst out from his originally sleepy eyes. However, the next second, he returned to his dying look.
"Two questions, why did you leave the Whispering Forest, and where did these two little guys come from?" Erd never looked at Boom and Rikka, and the dark elf wine in his hand
Already drank half the pot.
Erd is indeed a little surprised now, because in his impression, Christine has always been a dark elf who obeys orders and would never do such a ridiculous thing.
"My partner now has offspring. The two brothers and sisters are friends I can trust with my life, that's all." Christine sighed, and then replied softly.
Erd nodded after hearing this. Since he could make friends with Christine, he could naturally understand what she meant. Then he turned to look at Boom, but shook his head after a few seconds. However, the mid-level magician,
It's too weak, as insignificant as an ant.
"Ord, pure-blooded elf, stationed at the Elder Altar, Silver Needle Knight, Glory Knight, uh... you can even pretend to be a Divine Blessing Knight when you're drunk."
Erd introduced himself with a smile, but the meaning in his eyes was full of disdain. He was right, because as long as he could stabilize his state of mind, he would enter the realm of the Divine Blessing Knight. This is what he can live to.
Today's capital is because he once openly opposed the execution of mixed elves in Shimmer Forest, and it was precisely because of his behavior that he was sent here.
In the eyes of many pure-blood elves, Erd is the most unhappy Knight of Glory, the half-step peak powerhouse who least strives for advancement, and is a worthless existence that is tasteless and a pity to abandon in the Shimmer Forest. Coupled with his addiction to
With a character who drinks like his life, Erd became an anomaly, a weird guy who had no choice but to give up.
"You are too dirty here! Also, if you dare to despise my brother again, be careful they will beat you into a pig!" Rikka couldn't suppress her emotions anymore and cursed.
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Although she had to take Christine's feelings into consideration, she couldn't let him underestimate Boom. But just when she was about to say something else, Christine waved her hand and took out a pot of dark water again.
Elf wine.
There was a gurgle, gurgle, gurgle, Erd drank till he was drunk, Boom frowned slightly, and Rikka was so angry that she stamped her feet at the other party's behavior.
"That's it. I hope you get what you want. The Whispering Forest is indeed too depressing."
"If you get tired of playing one day, you can come here to find me. After all, no one in the elder altar dares to disobey me."
After Erd said that, he turned around and left, but the long silver needle on his waist pressed against Rikka's throat at some point. A cold light flashed in Boom's eyes, and he saw the black wooden staff appearing out of thin air, and a
The top-grade magic crystal instantly turns into powder.
"Leave before dawn tomorrow, or stay forever."
"Little girl, although you are very powerful, you seem to be overconfident. At such a close range, even Christine is no match for me."
Oed's figure finally disappeared, and the long silver needle had already flown back to its owner's waist, leaving only a slender afterimage.
"Sister Christine, I have been bullied by your friends, and I have nowhere to vent!" Liuhua raised her little face and said pitifully.
"Don't make trouble, Rikka. The other party is a pure-blooded elf, and he is half a peak powerhouse. He has already done his best to allow us to stay." Boom grinned and said helplessly.
"It seems that our journey this time is a bit difficult. After all, I am a dark elf, and the most shameful mixed-blood bastard." Christine stood by the window, staring silently into the distance.