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Tumen was clearly struck by the news, his eyes glazed over, his eyes scattered, leaning feebly back in his chair, repeating mechanically: "How is it possible...... How could it be ......"

Sbille gasped and threw himself into his chair in a rage, his eyes beating like his heart, and he looked terrible.

"Mr. Sbillet, then ......" Yang Hai saw that no one wanted to speak, so he had to break the silence by opening his mouth: "Can you tell me what the hell is going on?" ”

Sbille craned his neck, gritted his teeth, controlled his emotions, his voice trembled, and said, "The holy war took place three hundred years ago, and at that time, the Golden Oak was not as ...... as it is now Thick and lush, the golden oak at that time was just a tree with magical powers, and that's it. At that time, we thought we had found a treasure. ”

As the narration progressed, Sbillet's extreme irritability because of his nephew gradually calmed down, and he seemed to be talking about something that had nothing to do with him, and he just laid out the story lifelessly.

"The Golden Elves are a branch of the Forest Elves, we are vegetarians, believe in Shiloh, the god of nature, and are moderate members of the Nature Sect, opposing any form of killing of living beings." Sbille said lightly, "The Golden Elf had never been known for being strong until we found the Golden Oak, which was still a small sapling. The patriarch of the time, Bashar, transplanted it to Kadolan, the habitat of our ancestors. Let it thrive on that land. The golden oak tree began to bear fruit, and the Bashar patriarch had long known that this tree was not an ordinary thing, but he did not expect that its power was far beyond expectations. ”

Sbille's voice suddenly deepened: "Here, we never call it the Golden Oak. Because people don't dare to call it by its name, we all call it 'that thing' or 'that being', hmph, it's ironic. Back then, the elders thought they had the secret to the longevity of the Golden Elf clan. The fruit of the Golden Oak can transform a weak body, and we who are not good at fighting will have sharper eyes, stronger bodies, and more sensitive bodies...... Also more aggressive. ”

"Actually?"

"The Golden Oak is a demon." Sbille confided to Yang Hai weakly: "It needs to be taken care of when it is young, so it deliberately hides its evil. Let us all raise it. But when it comes to adulthood. Its fangs were exposed. When we eat the fruits, we don't realize that they are different from the ones before. As we become stronger, the power of evil melts into our blood. Every little bit of desire that exists in our hearts is infinitely inflated and magnified. Even more lethal. These fruits are addictive......" Sbille said gloomily, "We are controlled by the Golden Oak. ”

"The Golden Elves have become brutal and murderous, thirsting for blood, enjoying the joy of life passing in their own hands; There is also a more brutal abuse and desire for possession of the opposite sex. We're addicted. Sbillet's lips quivered. The eyes were dull: "When we can no longer suppress the desires in our hearts, we have to torture and kill, eat people, have sex, or." Another option is to continue to eat the fruits of the Golden Oak. ”

Sbille's words made the three of them look at each other and send chills through their hearts.

"There are warriors in the clan who offer to burn the Golden Oak and then commit suicide to wipe out the evil once and for all." "But the Bashar patriarch believes that suicide is the act of a coward. Therefore, in the holy war, the golden elves took on the most dangerous tasks that all races avoided and avoided, charging forward and retreating, drinking the blood of demons and eating the flesh of demons, suppressing brutality with brutality, and fighting back evil with evil, and therefore, the gods promised to redeem us. We thought we saw the light, but they broke their promise. ”

Yang Hai knew that this was because of what Tumen showed disrespect for the gods, perhaps because of his exposure to such a big environment. Perhaps Tumen didn't know what had happened to the Dao, but those who knew must have often expressed anger at the gods.

"The holy war is over, but we are not dead yet, what should we do?" Sbille laughed miserably: "It's funny to say, because the number is limited, and the fruit of the golden oak tree was once used as a reward for the warriors of the clan, and the weakest people were not entitled to enjoy it; A small group of people who are not addicted to it have become the hope of the Golden Elf clan. These non-addicted people began to wander the continent, and we ...... We forsaken. ”

Sbille looked up at the blood-colored earth, "We have chosen to self-exile, in this dark world. What's even more terrifying is that this addiction is inherited through blood, and if the father or mother has fallen, then the fate of the child is already predestined when it is born...... Here we kill each other, eat each other, hug each other, cry each other, hold each other up, and guard the golden oak tree. Our sins no longer have the luxury of being redeemed, and we can keep this evil in the underground world forever until it dies one day, which is our only destiny. ”

"Why didn't you burn the Golden Oak, as you were going to do?" Kakuluchia asked.

"Because it's already climate." Sbille sighed, "Maybe we could have done it back then." However, this evil thing, which feeds on human despair, suffering, and struggle, has been fed too much for hundreds of years, and it is becoming stronger, and its ability to create suffering, despair, and struggle is also becoming stronger, and now we are powerless. So......" Sbille turned his head to look at Yang Hai, his crazy eyes were full of tears, and he suddenly lost control, roaring and roaring, "I know what you are here for, disciples of Evans, but we are the forgotten, we are diseases, we are plagues, we are the embodiment of calamity—so, my old bones that are about to turn to loess beg you, don't give us hope, okay?" Please! Leave us behind, and let us die alone in this hell! No one will know what happened to the Dao, and our ancestors will not be disgraced by it! ”

Yang Hai opened his mouth to say something, but closed it again.

What could he say?

The old man in front of him had fallen into a deep self-loathing, and for hundreds of years, the Golden Oak had tormented the race to the point that only the walking dead remained, and the power of words was pale.

So Yang Hai didn't say anything, got up and left.

Both Tumen and Kakulucia followed.

"POSEIDON, WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO?" Kakuluchia didn't know what to do.

Tumen choked up and couldn't speak, just grabbed Yang Hai's sleeve tightly, and said in a low voice: "Erudito, please, please, I know that you must have a way to save them." ”

"Yes, I might have a way." Yang Hai broke open his sleeves: "But you keep quiet, no matter what the means, if these golden elves know that we are fighting the idea of the Golden Oak, things will become very troublesome." ”

"Thank you, thank you." Tumen breathed a sigh of relief as if he had found the backbone.

The three of them walked down the deserted street as they whispered strategies to approach the Golden Oak. In any case, Yang Hai felt that he had to see what was going on with the Golden Oak before he could make a decision. As they walked, they were stopped.

A young golden elf stepped out of a nearby alley, blocking their way.

The young golden elf, like all the inhabitants here, had a pair of crazy eyes, his face was pale and thin, and he looked at them with fanaticism.

"New here?" The young man licked his lips and smiled, "What mistake did you make, the Council of Elders would send you to this hell?" ”

"We are outsiders, we are here to visit." Yang Hai clasped his hands on his chest and stopped Tumen's reply.

"The people who come here can't leave anymore when they see the secret of the Golden Elf Clan." A sickly smile appeared on the young man's face: "You have to live in hell. ”

"If I want to leave, you can stop me?" Yang Hai sneered.

The young man didn't answer, but just smiled: "Since it's new, you have to follow the rules." Cut two pounds of meat each, give it to me. Before the young man could say anything, the man in front of him suddenly disappeared, and then he felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck, and then he was trampled underfoot.

Yang Hai squatted down, exerting force on his feet, but the golden elf seemed to have no pain, just smiled and looked at him frivolously.

"Now, if you don't follow the rules, you will cut three pounds of meat in a while."

"Who made the rules?" Yang Hai asked.

"Hey, hey," the young golden elf said contemptuously, "if you have the ability, you will kill me." If it's just this level of torture, hehe. ”

Yang Hai didn't say a word, and took out a bottle of potion from the ring.

"This bottle is called an index potion." Yang Hai smiled: "Its original purpose, you can't understand it even after telling you, but this medicine can magnify what people feel several times, whether it is the happiness you feel or the pain you feel, it will be magnified." You say, what interesting thing would happen if I poured this thing into me, and then locked you up, and then you got addicted? ”

The golden elf immediately stopped laughing.

"I've heard you're in pain, I've heard you're resilient." Yang Hai whispered: "Then, even if the current pain is magnified several times, it shouldn't matter, right?" ”

"You have to know what Lu Dao! I say! I say! The golden elf collapsed at once: "You devil, get that thing away!" Get away from me! ”

"That's right, why bother me to talk about it." Yang Hai snorted coldly: "What's your name?" (To be continued......)