The elf queen took the initiative to bring up this topic, which made Bai Xiaowen really relieved in his heart.

If the Elf Queen regarded the Crimson Oak Heart as a "non-sale" and was resolutely unwilling to give it to Bai Xiaowen, then she would definitely not take the initiative to mention this topic.

After receiving Bai Xiaowen's affirmative reply, the Elf Queen sighed lightly: "Donna, Your Excellency the Prophet, you come with me...... I want to take you to meet the great Cyril. ”

The elven queen took the lead, followed by Bai Xiaowen and Queen Camelot.

The elven king Dumushadir is full of verdant green, and the shade of green trees is no longer enough to describe, this is simply a city that relies on the forest and is built in the forest.

Towering trees are everywhere, and under the dense shade of the trees, you can occasionally see a corner of the treehouse.

The road is covered with leaves, and it is soft and comfortable to step on.

The Elven Queen was not in the slightest worried about soiling her long dress when she walked on the road. This dress was obviously not ordinary, and it was difficult for any dirt to remain on it for even a second - according to what Bai Xiaowen had learned from the Camelot Royal Library, this long dress must have been permanently enchanted with cleansing.

Soon, the group of three walked up to a huge oak tree.

How big is this oak tree? A dozen or so big men may not be able to circle it.

The oak tree is tens of meters high, and the huge canopy is like a thick cloud, covering nearly a thousand meters of space. On the branches of the oak tree, nut-like fruits hang and flutter in the wind.

The Elven Queen tapped lightly on the trunk: "Hello, Grandpa Cyril. ”

In the middle of the thick trunk, a slightly old giant humanoid face appeared, the image of an old man.

The old man's mouth closed one by one, and he made a dull voice: "Hello...... Little Fura. "A branch was gently bent down, and a few ripe fruits hung from it. Obviously, the old man named Cyril was actually the giant oak tree itself.

The Elven Queen stretched out her hand and plucked the fruit, handing it to Queen Camelot and Bai Xiaowen respectively.

After Bai Xiaowen tentacled, he got the spirit world rule prompt message:

【Oak Tree: Special Food. A ripe fruit that contains magical powers, and after eating, it can restore 50% of its health and mental power. Cannot be used in battle. 】

Bai Xiaowen showed a slight look of surprise, although this oak tree has the limitation of "cannot be used in battle", it still can't hide the excellence of its own effect, in continuous high-frequency battles - such as league ring battles, eating an oak tree in a state of leaving the battle can restore combat effectiveness from the residual blood state.

And most importantly...... This huge oak tree bears thousands of fruits, and there are too many to count.

Moreover, this oak tree can actually bring out the spirit plane, because it is a gift from the elf queen, probably similar to the Aaron plane, Bai Xiaowen extorted several spell specialty books from Master Kevin.

The elven queen said, "The oak tree is a very important source of food for Mushadir, and if you eat one, you don't need to eat anything for two or three days. Grandpa Cyril is also one of the oldest ancient trees in the Elven Kingdom and is highly respected. ”

The muffled voice of the great oak Cyril said, "Little Fura ...... How do you have time...... Old Cyril thought it was ...... The disaster of Amusa will keep you busy. ”

The Elven Queen said, "Grandpa Cyril, this person I brought with me is the hope of solving the disaster of Amusa and even the disaster of the entire continent. He's the prophet of humanity I told you about, Dio. ”

Cyril slowly "looked" at Bai Xiaowen: "Dior...... Well, you're young...... Considering the short lifespan of humans, you should be very young. ”

"I'm eighteen years old...... Well, twenty years old. Bai Xiaowen muttered to himself, he was originally a teenager of eighteen or nineteen, but the time flow rate of the Black Tide Plane World was accelerated, and three years had passed in the short year he had left, and he should indeed have been two years old.

"Twenty years old...... Hahahaha......" The old man of the huge oak Cyril laughed, the huge canopy trembling slightly, and the leaves fell in the wind.

The elven queen said: "Twenty years old, in the elven clan is far from coming of age. However, Grandpa Cyril, the prophet had already proven his abilities by assisting the coalition forces in defeating the Serpent Lord and seizing one of the Seven Hallows in the mountains of Bonus, where the same disaster occurred...... That's why I think he is the hope to save Amusa and save the Kuroshio Continent. ”

Cyril sighed.

Bai Xiaowen thought to himself, the main quests are really in the same vein. The first main quest allows him to kill a well-known leader of the snake man camp to complete the return of the prophet, which can be seen as allowing Bai Xiaowen to establish meritorious deeds for the guardian camp with practical actions. Then there is the second main quest, which will allow Bai Xiaowen to establish a real alliance.

If there is no foreshadowing of the first step, how can the kings of various countries care about the opinion of a god stick?

"Okay...... Then you bring him, what do you want to ask old Cyril?" said the old oak's dull voice.

"I'm ashamed to say what I'm going to say next...... Elf Queen bowed her head slightly, and said that Bai Xiaowen needed the heart of the Crimson Oak Tree, and finally said: "Grandpa Cyril, I know that this matter will hurt your vitality a lot, so I want to ask for your opinion." ”

The old oak's voice rumbled, "The heart of the crimson oak is my heart. Mankind's Little Prophet Dio...... What would you do if someone asked for your heart?"

Bai Xiaowen sweated: "This ......" He secretly complained in his heart. This old oak tree named Cyril is one of the highest elders of the Elven Kingdom, and taking the heart of the Crimson Oak is tantamount to killing it, no matter how you look at it, it is impossible for the Elven Kingdom to agree......

Suddenly, Bai Xiaowen had a flash of inspiration, and the super brain sensed that something was wrong.

If taking the heart of the Crimson Oak is equivalent to taking the life of the old oak, then why did the elven queen come to ask the old oak for advice?

Old Oak laughed: "Little Prophet of Mankind, you still need to add some knowledge. For a tree, the heart is not the key, the roots are the most important place. I am rooted in the earth of Mushadir, and if I grow for five hundred years, I will once again give birth to the heart of a crimson oak...... It doesn't hurt to give it to you. ”

Bai Xiaowen sighed. This old tree man...... It's funny. However, five hundred years of accumulation, even in terms of the lifespan of elves and treants, is a long time.

The Elven Queen said faintly, "However, without this heart, Grandpa Cyril will only be able to sleep for five hundred years, almost no different from ordinary trees. ”

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