Chapter 416 The withered tree, the country of elves
Under the root system of the Elf Mother Tree is the source of magic.
At this time, the Elf Mother Tree has begun to wither.
The withered yellow leaves fell with the wind, like a golden rain that would never stop.
When Nathan saw this scene, he became even more nervous.
It seems that the problem of the source of magic power is becoming more and more serious, and Queen Freya's magic power has begun to dry up.
The elves also became heavy-hearted.
They are Nathan's chosen hope for the future.
The original intention of taking them away was to find a solution while cultivating the abilities of these elves.
If it cannot be solved, then he will use his last magic to cut off the symbiotic relationship between these elves and the source of magic, leaving the last blood for the kingdom of elves.
The spaceship landed, and the land of elves that used to be lush and green was now full of barrenness visible to the naked eye.
Nathan walked down, knelt on one knee, and touched the ground with his hand, "I'm back, Alfheim."
The elves, like him, all knelt down.
They wept devoutly.
The elves born from nature are heartbroken for their hometown.
After John walked down, he looked at the elf mother tree with its leaves falling. He felt that the tree looked more and more familiar.
"It looks like the one in the unicorn colony."
John rubbed his chin.
The unicorn colony has a large tree similar to the Elf Mother Tree.
The difference is that that tree is obviously not as big as this one.
The towering trees have a withered yellow color.
John could feel that the country was slowly dying.
The magic power is disappearing, and the reason for all this is from the withered elf mother tree.
Under the Elf Mother Tree, a palace shining like a diamond preserves the last magic power.
That is the hometown of elves, the country of elves.
Nathan stood up, his fingers clawing at the dirt.
The soil that had lost its magic slipped from his fingertips, and he tightened his grip.
Just when he was about to say something to exaggerate the tragic feeling, John said: "You won't leave?"
Nathan's expression was frozen, and the elves didn't know whether to continue kneeling or to get up.
John was speechless, "Don't you think the time wasted here would be faster than going there for on-the-spot investigation?"
He had a puzzled look on his face, which made Nathan a little embarrassed.
The emotions that had finally brewed were suddenly interrupted by John.
"Ahem, the queen is still waiting for us."
I can't vent my emotions until later, but now it's more important to save the queen first.
The elves walked behind.
They watched John take a few steps and suddenly trotted to a magical herb and muttered something.
After walking and stopping, they finally arrived at the Kingdom of Elves.
There are many elves in Alfheim, and there are elves born from the elements like Pallu.
John saw the little guy with red wings flying unsteadily, and he reached out to catch the falling fire goblin.
The little guy has a human appearance, like an exquisite figure.
This is an elf born from the element of fire. It has the same intelligence as humans, but it acts more innocently like a child.
Nathan walked over and looked at the Eyefire Fairy, and said solemnly: "The decline of the source of magic has also affected these creatures that rely on magic for survival."
John held up his palms. The size of the little thing reminded him of the Protoss.
Both were born from the element of fire, so why are the flame demons so different from the elves?
It can only be said that the Creator is biased.
John casually took out a piece of magic crystal and placed it in the little guy's arms.
The little guy who looked sick at first suddenly became energetic.
"What is this?" A glint flashed in Nathan's eyes.
John said casually: "Magic crystal, an energy crystal that stores magic power."
The little guy who got the magic crystal flew up and thanked him profusely. He held the magic crystal and flew towards his friends.
All the little fairies on the tree appeared, and they looked at the fire fairy with envy.
Upon seeing this, John walked to a tree and put down a dozen magic crystals.
Those little goblins flew over with their eyes shining.
John stretched out his hand to stop them from approaching, and the little goblin suddenly became disappointed.
John placed the magic crystal, took out the herbs collected on the road, crushed them, added some soil, raised the wand and tapped it.
The arranged magic crystals form a magic circle along with the traces of magic power, allowing the magic power of this place to float again.
The previously lethargic little goblins were all flying around happily.
Nathan hurriedly asked: "Can this method be taught to us?"
"Sorry," Nathan said sternly after realizing that he was presumptuous, "Have you awakened the magic in this area?"
"No." John shook his head and said, "Just to increase the magic power."
"It's not that simple to revive the magic power. A few magic crystals can't do it."
Hearing this, Nathan, who still planned to use this method to maintain the magic power of Alfheim, was a little disappointed.
Sure enough, these things are not that easy to do.
Grabbing a fire goblin, John said, "Don't let anyone destroy this."
The fire goblin nodded repeatedly and looked at John with an expression of admiration.
If she hadn't been carried, she would have flown over to kiss John.
To enter the land of elves, you need to walk through the natural forest.
In the glorious kingdom of elves in the past, the guards at the door still performed their duties faithfully.
"Nathan Sage?"
Seeing Nathan and the others coming back, the guard was so excited that he did not forget to stay at his post.
When Nathan saw them, he said happily: "Luthor, Lore, we meet again."
Nathan had been gone for a long time, and the elves were worried about what problems they might have.
The two male elves were very excited, and Luo Er asked: "Have you found a way?"
Nathan didn't know how to answer this question.
But looking at the hopeful expressions on their faces, he said, "Yes, so I'm back."
His words brought endless motivation to the elf.
This magical depression that lasted for more than ten years finally ushered in its own redemption.
This matter needs to be told to the people of the Kingdom of Elf as soon as possible.
"You have a very high status here." John saw all this.
Nathan said: "I have been an Elf Sage for a thousand years."
"A thousand years?" John said thoughtfully, "It's about the same age as Thor."
"Do you know Thor, Asgard's God of Thunder?"
"Thor, son of Odin?" Nathan nodded and said, "I once went to Asgard and saw the young prince. Now he is a powerful warrior."
"Although I think their magic is a little off track." Nathan couldn't help shaking his head and said, "He and his brother Loki are like this."
John nodded sympathetically.
I don’t know if it’s an Asgardian tradition, but mages all like close combat.
Especially Loki, who can obviously be a remote-controlled mage, but has to use two knives to act as an assassin.
Enter the land of elves.
News of the Elven Sage's return spread throughout the kingdom.
A male elf wearing a white robe and a grass ring came out.
"You are back, Sage Nathan."
"Sage Habakak."
There are three sages in Alfheim. Nathan and another sage are looking for a way to save the queen. The last sage, Habakak, is the male elf in front of him.
He looks middle-aged, but is already over three thousand years old.
Even beyond the existence history of human countries.
Habakak's eyes caught John's attention for the first time. He frowned and asked, "Is this your method?"
"Yes, Sage Habakak, this is the powerful wizard I met in Vanaheim, Lord Wick." Nathan said seriously, "I believe that Lord Wick's ability can awaken the source of magic."
"You are too optimistic, Sage Nathan," Sage Habakak shook his head and said, "Maybe this was once useful."
His words gave Nathan a bad premonition in his heart.
The withered Elf Mother Tree symbolizes the imminent end of this world.
In the source of magic, the sleeping queen has a beautiful face.
Her golden hair and half of her body were soaked in the spring water.
She is just like the laurel tree goddess in mythology, with a cold beauty and a pitiable brokenness.
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