The elven queen took the initiative to raise this topic, which made Bai Xiaowen relieved.

If the elven queen regards the heart of the crimson oak as "not for sale" and is resolutely unwilling to give Bai Xiaowen, then she certainly will not actively mention this topic.

After receiving a positive answer from Bai Xiaowen, the elven queen sighed, "Donna, Prophet, you follow me ... I want to take you to see the great Cyrillic."

The elven queen first, followed by Bai Xiaowen and Queen Carmelo.

The elven king is Musadir. There are lush green everywhere, and the trees are no longer enough to describe. This is basically a city relying on the forest and built in the forest.

There are towering trees everywhere, and under the dense shade, one corner of the tree house can be seen occasionally.

The road was covered with leaves, and it was very comfortable to step on it.

The elven queen had no worries that walking on the road would stain her long dress. This skirt is obviously not an ordinary product, and it is difficult for any dirt to remain on it for even one second. According to Bai Xiaowen's knowledge from the Camelot Wangli Library, this long skirt must be permanently enchanted with cleaning.

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

How big is this oak tree? Dozens of big men hug each other, they may not be able to go around it for a week.

The oak tree is tens of meters high, and its huge crown is like a thick cloud covering the space of nearly a thousand meters. On the branches of the oak tree, there are nut-shaped fruits hanging in the wind.

The elven queen knocked gently 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 was closed one by one, and he made a dull voice: "Hello ... Little Furla." A branch was gently bent down, with a few ripe fruits hanging on it. Obviously, this old man named Cyril is actually the giant oak tree itself.

The elven queen reached for her fruit and handed it to Queen Carmelo and Bai Xiaowen.

After Bai Xiaowen's tentacle, he got the prompt message of the spirit rule:

[Fruit of oak: special food. Contains magical ripe fruits, which can restore 50% health and mental power after consumption. Cannot be used in combat. 】

Bai Xiaowen showed a slight surprise. Although this oak tree has a limitation of "cannot be used in battle", it still cannot cover its excellent effect. In continuous high-frequency battles-such as league battles and out of battle If you eat an oak tree in the state, you can recover the combat power from the residual blood state.

The most important thing is ... this huge oak tree is afraid that there are tens of thousands of fruits, it is impossible to count them at all.

And this oak tree can really bring out the spirit plane, because it is a gift from the elven queen, probably similar to the plane of Aaron, Bai Xiaowen extorted several masterpieces of spells from Master Kevin.

The elven queen said: "Oak is a very important source of food for Musadir. You do n’t need to eat anything in two or three days after eating one. Grandpa Cyril is also one of the oldest ancient trees in the elven kingdom. , Highly respected. "

The murky voice of the giant oak Cyrillic said: "Little Fura ... why do you have time ... to see Old Cyril? Old Cyril thought that ... the disaster of Amusa would keep you busy."

The elven queen said: "Grand Cyrill, this man I brought is the hope to solve the disaster of Amusa and even the entire continent. He is the human prophet I have told you, Dior."

Cyril slowly "looked" at Bai Xiaowen: "Dior ... well, you look very young ... considering human short life, you should be very young."

"I am eighteen this year ... well, twenty years old." Bai Xiaowen secretly murmured, originally a boy of eighteen or nine, but the time flow of the Kuroshio Plane world has accelerated, and three times passed in the short year he left. Year, indeed two years should be added.

"Twenty years old ... ha ha ha ha ..." Cyril, the old man of the giant oak tree, laughed, the giant tree crowns were shaking slightly, and the leaves fell with the wind.

The elven queen said: "At the age of twenty, he is still far from an adult in the elven clan. However, Grandpa Cyril, the prophet has proven his ability with practical actions. The troops defeated the Serpent Lord and captured one of the Seven Hallows ... so I think he is the hope to save Amusa and the Kuroshio continent. "

Cyril snorted.

Bai Xiaowen thought to himself that the main-line tasks were indeed the same. The first main line task allowed him to kill a well-known leader of the Serpent-man camp to complete the return of the prophet. Then the second main line task will allow Bai Xiaowen to build a true alliance.

Without the first step, how could the kings of all countries care about the opinions of a magic stick?

"Okay ... then you bring him, what's the question about Old Cyril?" The old oak's dull voice resumed.

"The next thing to say is ashamed ..." The elven queen bowed her head slightly, telling Bai Xiaowen's need for the crimson oak heart, and finally said, "Grand Cyrill, I know this matter will make you very hurt, So I want to ask for your opinion. "

The voice of the old Oak rumblingly said, "The heart of the crimson oak is my heart. Dior, the little human prophet ... what would you do if someone asked for your heart?"

Bai Xiaowen sweated one: "This ..." He was secretly crying. This old oak tree named Cyril ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ is one of the eldest elders in the elven kingdom. Taking the heart of the crimson oak is equal to its life. No matter how you look at the elven kingdom ...

Suddenly, Bai Xiaowen's light flashed, and the super brain felt something was wrong.

【Wait! If taking away the heart of the crimson oak is equal to the death of the old oak, then why did the elven queen solicit the opinion of the old oak? Back in the palace, the Queen should have refused! 】

The old oak tree laughed: "Human little prophet, you still need to add some knowledge. For a tree, the heart is not the key, the root is the most important place. I take root in the land of Musadir Below, as long as it grows for five hundred years, a heart of a crimson oak tree will be born again ... for you, no matter. "

Bai Xiaowen exhaled. This old Shuren ... kinda funny. However, the accumulation of five hundred years, even in terms of the life of the elves and treants, is a long time.

The elven queen said quietly, "However, without this heart, Grandpa Cyril can only fall asleep within five hundred years, almost no different from ordinary trees."

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