Along the coast and in the docks, all the busy elven fishermen raised their heads and looked up at the darkening sky.

Above the sky, the orange sun that had just risen had been obscured by the converging clouds, and countless clouds of water vapor condensed from all directions to the place where the shadows appeared, and they could be heard, and there was a deep and grand sound echoing above the entire world.

"What is this?"

However, in the face of the sudden coercion from the sky, although the deercrown elf was shocked, his tone was still calm, and he frowned and whispered: "It's a bit like, a big crab ......"

Compared to just being surprised and confused, it doesn't seem to be very clear about the meaning behind this scene, it should just be a deercrest elf similar to a celestial phenomenon similar to a 'solar eclipse', but Priest is crying out in his heart.

- This, this is obviously the group of octopus fungi that have come here!

How is it so fast?! Damn, if they break through the world barriers, we'll not be able to find a place to hide...... Are you going to seek refuge at the Accra Junction?!

The continuous thunder and bombardment echoed at the top of the sky, and at first, Priest was still extremely nervous, and his mind was desperately thinking about how to deal with it, but soon, he found that no matter how hard the crab claws bombarded, the sky dome did not change or bend in the slightest, and it was still as stable as ever.

The thunder of the giant pincers was heavy and rainy, and it didn't even rain at all...... After a while, it seemed that the barrier of this world could not be broken at all, and the crab claws left like this.

"Ah, this kind of thing happens a lot, don't be too surprised, you humans have a short lifespan, and you may have lost this knowledge."

The deercrest elf noticed Priest's face on the side, and said comfortingly: "Similar things have happened twice in my life, once more than one hundred and twenty years ago, a whale-like phantom appeared in the sky and desperately hit the dome, and the second time was more than fifty years ago, it was a group of small fish-like miniature phantom impact, they all collided for a long time, but they were unsuccessful. ”

Noticing that Priest's eyes widened and he looked at himself with astonishment, the deer crown elf straightened the deer crown above his head with some confusion, and said, "This is just my memory." There were many more similar things in the memory of the mother tree, so I wasn't surprised, but I wondered why it turned into crab claws this time...... Is it really as the ancestors said, beyond the sky, there is a 'sea of void' without boundaries? Seafood can be plentiful. ”

The surrounding fishing and hunting elves also noticed the vision in the sky, but most of the elves continued to work after pointing to the sky, and everything was as the deercrest elves said, this scene was not new to them.

"If we make a mistake, we don't know the ecology of this world at all, and we don't know what kind of environment these elves live in...... And the shell of this world is too strong, right? According to the words of this elf, it was obviously several attempts by the Void Behemoth to invade, but they all came back in vain! ”

Priest is only now realizing that he and his teammates may have made a big mistake.

That is to bring the impression of the Microf elves into these elves in the 'unknown world'.

Although the two seem very similar, in essence, the two are not the same race at all - whether it is customs, worldview, or the nature of life, they have long since parted ways after an unknown amount of evolution.

Thinking of this, Priest immediately made up his mind to take this opportunity to ask the deercrest elves some common sense customs questions.

"You ask about our past? To be honest, I don't remember much if I didn't connect to the mother tree. ”

After hearing Priest's question, the deercrest elf led him along the coconut grove on the shore and said in a slightly hoarse tone: "Actually, there is nothing to say, after the original ancestors planted the Mother Tree of Life in the center of our homeland, they died due to otherworldly diseases, and we have multiplied on this land from generation to generation with the protection of the Mother Tree and the spirit of unity, until now. ”

"It's a good place indeed, with coconut fruits by the sea, berry bushes and fruit trees in the woods, and a large number of beasts, and we have few enemies other than the Otherworldly Disease and the occasional otherworldly monster."

As he spoke, the deercrest elf picked up two coconut fruits about the size of three fists from the sand, handed one to Priest, and said softly, "In this way, generation after generation has multiplied and lived here peacefully, until now...... This is our history. ”

Priest silently poked two holes in the coconut fruit with his fingers, and then took a sip like that.

The taste of coconut juice is light, but it is very fragrant, very refreshing, pure and pollution-free, and of high quality.

It can be seen that many elf fishermen who are tired of fishing just pick up one or two coconut fruits on the beach, drink and rest for a while, and then start working again.

The elven boat can only seat two or three people, at most nearly ten meters long, this kind of boat can only travel in rivers and lakes, even on the coast is very dangerous, it is impossible to fish, but most of the elves have a little extraordinary power, with the stability of magic, they can not only move freely along the coast, but even occasionally go to the deep sea area to induce fish.

Since fish and seafood are not staple foods, and the consumption of two or three thousand elves is not even as fast as the natural recovery of this sea, many fishermen have already caught food for the whole family for the next week or two after only working for an hour or two—most of which will be made into dried fish as a reserve food for the winter.

Some fishermen have already begun to bask in the sun leisurely.

“…… How long have you been living like this? ”

Placing the coconut husk under the tree next to him, Priest asked softly, "Hundreds of years, or ......"

"At least a thousand years or two. Maybe longer. ”

The deercrest elf didn't seem to care, he replied casually: "The five generations of leaders before me have all done very well, and the only one who is a little stronger than them is probably to live longer." ”

"No, I mean, haven't you thought about changing?"

Priest stopped, he looked up at the sky where the clouds had not yet completely dispersed, and then looked down at the silence and serenity of the sea, and he remembered many things...... Located in the hometown of the Southern Fortress at the time of the Dragon's Calamity, the hometown that was trampled by the dragon beasts, the relatives and neighbors who were devoured by the dragon beasts, and many more, the ordinary people in the world of McCrove are still struggling to survive today.

The young warrior saw the traces of chaos erosion on the deercrest elf's arm again, and he remembered the long shadow on Thor's back, Priest clenched his fists and said in a somewhat suppressed voice, "You have encountered so many sudden visions, and chaos...... Otherworldly diseases and otherworldly monsters, haven't you thought about developing technology to solve these problems? ”

"You have such a rich homeland! Such a peaceful environment! Even if it's this world...... It's a little weird, but it's been two thousand years a year, how can you still be like this? Aren't you afraid of death and don't want to live longer? ”

The Buckcrown Elf didn't understand why Priest was getting a little agitated.

He just said as always, very bland, very calmly: "Technology? What is that? If it's a craft like your armor, we really want it, so we're willing to pay for it. ”

As for the rest, just follow the steps handed down by our ancestors. ”

The deercrest elf slowly buried the coconut husk in his hand in the sand, then got up and said, "The mother tree stores all the knowledge we need, and when you teach us how to forge iron tools, we will store it in the mother tree." And death is not terrible, it is just a new branch of the mother tree to shelter those who are still alive. ”

The Buckcrest Elf turned her head and met Priest's eye.

This was the first time that Priest had taken a serious, comprehensive, and detailed look at the face of the de facto leader of the 'Beerman Clan'.

It was a young elf with a somewhat aged countenance, not like a one or two hundred years old. His appearance was as neutral as all elves, but his long dark green hair had begun to turn black and yellow, which proved that the elf's life was coming to an end, his eyes were a little cloudy, and his mouth was tightly pursed, looking a little serious.

The most conspicuous thing is the eyes of the deercrest elf. He was now looking at Priest, but his eyes were wandering, his eyes even turned slightly in different directions, and his pupils were white, and the magical light flickered, making his eyes look not only godless, but even extremely weird.

"Maybe we forgot to tell you."

Facing Priest, who had a visibly wary look and seemed to be ready to leave at any moment, the deercrest elf smiled gently, without hostility, tolerant and indifferent: "The spirit of our Beholder clan is linked together by the Mother Tree. We can clearly know your every move, and we also know all your attitudes towards our people. You are gentle, communicative, measured, well-behaved, and know good and evil, so the lookers believe that you are indeed trustworthy human beings, not otherworldly monsters. ”

“…… What the?! ”

This time Priest was really incredible, and he exclaimed, "You guys...... The spirit is connected?! ”

Truth be told, he had heard that elves did have this ability long ago, but after the ascension of the Father of Nature, that is, the birth of elves and elves in the true sense of the word, this most ancient spiritual power of intercommunication disappeared from history.

These otherworldly elves ...... How do you still have this power?!

Facing Priest, who seemed to be lost in thought, the deer-crowned elf grinned toothily and did not speak.

As soon as Priest calmed down, he immediately thought of something, and he frowned, "So, Suer, she also came here to test my attitude." ”

"Nope."

Speaking of this, the voice of the deercrest elf suddenly became a little cold. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he continued, "Sur is my daughter...... She was born with a flaw. Her conversation with you, I don't know, is not part of a test of your attitude. ”

The deercrest elf's originally smooth words suddenly became a little jerky, stammering, and his eyes became indifferent. After a long time, his tone returned to normal: "Through the mother tree, we can sense the thoughts of each compatriot, and our feelings are transmitted and connected with each other, so there will be no contradictions in our group, everyone is actually a family, sharing all the joys, sorrows, and sorrows." Even otherworldly diseases are the same. ”

"But Sur is different. She was born isolated from the mother tree, and could not connect with the knowledge stored in the mother tree, so it took a long time for us to teach us little by little before she could learn the common sense of the clan. And because of this, she always ran outside to see the meaningless places that the ancestors had been there a long time ago. She always wanted to go far away for some reason, to see something meaningless, and she was a complete outlier in the clan. ”

"And because of this, without everyone's share, Sur is seriously eroded by the Otherworldly Disease."

Speaking of this, the deercrest elf looked at Priest and said calmly, "Just like those humans who disappeared hundreds of years ago. It is impossible for an unconnected spirit to resist the disease of the other world by its own will - our ancestors invited humans to join our spirits, but they were unwilling to live or die, saying that there would be no future, but they have disappeared, and we are still alive in the future. ”

"Sons of the Plains (1), if you are willing to connect with us, then you are our compatriots, not just collaborators like this, and we will do our best to help you."

"No, thank you, goodbye."

Priest hurriedly waved his hand, he shook his head and refused the proposal, which didn't seem to surprise the deercrest elf, just nodded, and brought the topic over.

The two had left the coast and began to walk back along the forest road.

“…… Call. ”

Because he knew too much unexpected news in a short period of time, Priest couldn't help but rub his temples, and after calming down for a while, he said, "Otherworldly disease, let's call it that." As far as I know, although it is true that the Otherworldly Disease can resist erosion through the spirit of the people in a short period of time, in the final analysis, this erosion is irreversible, and over time, the Otherworldly Disease accumulates in the spirit of the entire group, causing a more serious outbreak - how do you solve this problem? ”

In fact, the will of the elves to link collectively still had a large number of users in the Mycrof Continent not long ago, and the psionics of the West Mountain were the most famous among them.

When the demon tide descended and the world's extraordinary power and technology advanced by leaps and bounds, the psionics of Xishan also developed a strange spiritual connection ability, they used a certain psionic spell, or a special magic center, to unite the spirits of several or even dozens of people into one, and then fight.

This technique is very effective, with the spirit of unity, everyone's spell casting speed and combat durability have increased by three percent, and the strength to resist chaos erosion is also very strong, and even has a certain self-purification ability, if it is a slight chaos erosion and spiritual pollution, it will be quickly and completely purified.

But as Priest said, this alliance is nothing more than slowing down the speed of chaos erosion. In addition to the top-level holy light possessed by the upper echelons of the Church of the Seven Gods, the unique techniques of the legends, and the power of order held by the inheritors of the sages, there is basically no power that can resist the erosion of chaos, and it may not be conspicuous at first, but gradually, the entire psionic energy union will be corrupted and degenerated, becoming a carrier of chaos.

The Otherworldly Elves have been subjected to the erosion of chaos for a long time, and this connected spirit should have been corrupted and degraded a long time ago, but they still exist, and they live very well and harmoniously, which is a very incredible thing, so Priest wants to know the reason behind it.

"It's simple, rely on sacrifice."

Unlike what Priest thought, the deercrest elf did not hesitate to reveal the secret behind it: "Relying on sacrifices, as well as sacrificing to the holy mountain, we can greatly alleviate the erosion of otherworldly diseases." ”

Subsequently, the deercrown elves revealed the secret of why their clan was able to reproduce safely for so long under the erosion of chaos.

"Otherworldly disease is a strange disease that spreads both physically and mentally, and every elf will have some disease roots more or less, which is something that cannot be expelled, but with the power of the mother tree, we can pass on too much otherworldly disease on the vast majority of people to some people who are powerful and can carry enough otherworldly diseases."

Speaking of this, the deer-antlered elf smiled and said indifferently: "For example, a person like me can carry the otherworldly disease on hundreds of people without turning into otherworldly monsters for the time being. ”

"And then?"

Priest couldn't help but ask.

"Then, it's time to go to the sacred mountain of worship."

The deer-crowned elf raised his head and motioned for Priest to look in the direction of the Accra Phastic Space-Time Hub, and he said calmly: "The Sacrificial Holy Mountain has a power that can completely, completely purify all the otherworldly diseases, so that these superfluous otherworldly diseases will not flow back into the mother tree after the death of the bearer. Every one or two hundred years, we will select ten strong people who can carry the disease of the other world and go to the holy mountain to pray to our ancestors. ”

No, wait, no, it's not a sacrifice at all!

It's not purification at all...... This is sending to death.

Exhaling a breath, Priest looked at this deercrest elf with a complicated expression, others didn't know, how could he not understand that he was almost burned to ashes by the Accra Junction before?

Isn't the so-called purification the use of an extremely powerful flow of demonic energy to completely shatter the body and soul into nothingness?! What a return to the mother tree, impossible! Being shot by a stream of demonic light of that level, even a strong person with extreme intent will probably be seriously injured and dying!

But these elves did so without fear - after a hundred or two hundred years, they sent the most elite and powerful people in the clan to be purified, and the rest of them continued to live a peaceful, leisurely, without any progress or change.

They connect with each other's spirits, each can sense the other's emotions and thoughts, there is no suspicion, no jealousy, no quarrels, and no competition. The elves only need to work for a day and rest for a week, and they live in tropical areas, in burrows that are warm in winter and cool in summer—perfect, too perfect for a civilization that is just beginning to develop, too immaculate, a realm that none of the elves of McCrove have reached.

Even when they saw the metal armor of the elite team, they didn't think about 'researching it themselves', but preferred to exchange it for a price and put it in the mother tree for collection, just like a squirrel collects food.

They share joys and sorrows and knowledge, and the technology left behind by their ancestors allows them to live happily and safely, so that these elves don't even have the motivation to progress, and they don't have a reason to explore distant lands.

Too envious.

It's so pathetic.

And just as Priest was talking to the Buckcrown Elf.

Beyond the world, there is an endless void.

A huge hermit crab-shaped void beast slowly roams in the void with a semicircular star world on its back.

"Great Khan, the fourth giant beast found a strange world in the dark star field, it originally wanted to pry open a dead world and replenish some substance, but found that the barriers of that world were unimaginably strong, and it couldn't leave any traces with all its might."

At the very bottom of Hive City, the eight-legged fungus of the black carapace respectfully reported to a distorted spiritual void, "What instructions do you have for this? ”

“…… Stay away from that world, and the next time you encounter this special world, don't touch it all. ”

After waiting for a while, the spiritual void slowly transmitted some information: "This is the lost galaxy, the solid world you are talking about may be the sealed world that sealed the ancient monsters." Fortunately, it was not broken, and if it did, it would not be a good thing waiting for us. ”

"But the subjects need food...... We have crossed a long material vacuum, and both the beasts and the subjects are already hungry......"

The black carapace eight-legged fungus, still motionless, maintained a 'respectful' posture and said softly: "Great Khan......"

"Hmm."

There was a long silence, and then an almost dreamlike echo: "Except for those...... Anomalous, out-of-this-world...... Let go and eat, whether it is alive or dead, eat it all cleanly...... We have endured it for too long, and we must stock up on as much food as we can before the 'hunters' arrive......"

"This is far from the end of the road, we still have a long, long way to go...... Go herd, Kumocinda, my first king of the void, and herd the stars and make our world ...... More...... Fat ......"

The sound was gone.

The black anise fungus didn't move.

Dozens of minutes later, after making sure that the voice had completely disappeared, it slowly got up and walked out of the white royal court.

"Your Majesty."

Outside the royal court, there was a group of gray octagonal fungus elites waiting, and when the leader team saw the black fungus, it immediately met it, and it bent its arthrops: "The Great Khan's instructions are ......"

Kumocinda was silent for a moment, and after half a sound, he said in a tone that didn't know whether it was heavy or happy: "Eat." Let go of the feast, my subjects, the Supreme Khan has given permission, and we will be able to let off steam—go and find the living, flesh-and-blood worlds to graze, and let our worlds feast on flesh and blood! ”

"This galaxy will be our new pasture."

At the same time, the void on the outskirts of the McCroft world.

In a giant silver cocoon.

Joshua's will was in agony.

"A little magic, a little elemental, a little aether, stir and stir...... Tsk, it's mush. ”

"Holy light, psionic energy, and a little bit of order...... Well, it's a little scattered, add a little steel to glue it, and it will be done. ”

"Ah, the power of steel has increased!"

"Boom!"

In the dazzling prototype of the world, there were various colors of extraordinary power brilliance, but with a silver light suddenly enlarged, a small explosion occurred inside the prototype of the world.

Joshua, who was learning the creation techniques of the fairy queens, and now had finally restored the rudiments of the world to its original state, felt deeply that the group of small ones were unreliable at this time.

"I mean, how the hell did those goddamn little butterflies create Fairy Township?!"

Joshua's main will has always been thinking about how to create a new world within the silver cocoon.

He wasn't prepared to follow the example of the Void Behemoth and shape the world with a grand self-explosion - the warrior was happy and didn't want to kill himself. He wanted to learn from the elves, using all kinds of steel authority and elemental power, starting from the half-plane, and perfecting it into a complete world little by little.

Of course, this process is very difficult, and it often leads to various explosions due to the inconsistency of power, especially since Joshua is bent on creating a more complete prototype of the world than the fairy queens, so he adds more extraordinary power elements than the elements at the beginning.

It's really hard work.

And at this moment, Joshua sensed that his incarnation had come to the Ten Thousand Realms Sacrifice Ground.

"Indeed, I'm going to ask about the Will of Dominion about Priest and them."

Joshua looked at the brilliant and flawless steel power crystallization in front of him, a complete world prototype, and then shook his head: "This, let's do it later." ”

Even if it was to prevent the ruling will of the Ten Thousand Realms Sacrifice Ground from going down, he couldn't directly ask questions about the coordinates of the world, but Joshua, who knew the other party's way of thinking, understood how to communicate with this kind of artificial intelligence.

After all, he has an artificial intelligence at home, and he has been familiar with it for so many years.

As a result, the huge will came out of the silver cocoon and descended in the direction of the Ten Thousand Realms Sacrifice Ground.

Airplanes.

In the Ten Thousand Realms Sacrifice Ground, the humanoid Joshua had just used the power of steel to condense his body, and then, his eyes lit up, and his coercion was even greater.

Radcliffe...... Successor of the sages. ”

Sensing Joshua's arrival, the silver sun of the Ten Thousand Worlds Sacrifice Ground flickered slightly, and a grand voice sounded in the warrior's heart: "Do you want to ask where your students are now?" Unfortunately, I lost this database. ”

But Joshua shook his head: "No, I didn't mean to ask about that. ”

He said aloud in his heart: "Dominating Will, I want you to tell me the truth, how many years ago is the earliest data in your database that can be traced back to it?" ”