On the coast and in the pier, all the busy elf fishermen raised their heads and looked up at the dark sky that gradually became deep.

In the sky, the orange sun that had just risen was obscured by the gathering clouds. Countless clouds of water vapor condensed from all directions to the place where the shadows emerged. You can hear deep and grand sounds echoing above the whole world.

"This is, what?"

However, facing the sudden pressure from the sky, the deer crown elf had a shocked expression, but his tone was still calm. He frowned and whispered: "It's a bit like a big crab..."

Compared to being surprised and confused, he didn't seem to understand the meaning behind this scene. He should just regard it as a deer crown elf with a celestial phenomenon similar to the "solar eclipse". However, Prest was yelling in his heart that it was a terrible.

——This, it is obviously the group of octopus fungi that have been found!

Why is it so fast?! Damn it, if they break through the barrier of the world, we can't find a place to hide... Are we going to the Accrafa hub for asylum?!

The continuous thunder and thunder echoed at the top of the high altitude. At first, Prest was extremely nervous and he tried his best to deal with it. But soon, he found that no matter how hard the crab claw bombarded, the sky was not changing or bending at all, and was still as stable as before.

The bombardment of the giant clamps was loud and the raindrops were small, 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, so the crab clamps left.

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

The deer crown elves noticed the face of Prest on the side and comforted him: "Similar things have happened twice in my life. One was more than 120 years ago, a whale-like phantom appeared in the sky, hitting the dome desperately, and the second was more than 50 years ago, a group of small fish-like phantoms collided. They all hit for a long time, but none of them succeeded."

Noting that Prest widened his eyes and looked at him with a shocked look, the deer crown elf straightened the deer crown on his head with some confusion and said, "This is just my memory. There are more similar things in the memory of the mother tree, so I am not very surprised, but I just wonder why it turned into a crab claw this time... Is it really the same as what the ancestor said, outside the sky, is there a 'Void Sea' without boundaries? The seafood is rich enough."

The elves around them also discovered visions in the sky, but most of the elves continued to work after giving guidance to the sky. Everything was just as the Deer Crown Elf said, and this scene was not new to them.

"We don't understand the ecology of this world at all, nor do we understand the environment in which these elves survived... and the shell of this world is too strong, right? According to this elves, it was obvious that there were several attempts by the void beasts to invade, but they all returned in vain!"

Priest has only now discovered that he and his teammates may have made a big mistake.

That is to bring the impression of the Mercrov elves into these elves who entered the "unknown world".

Although the two seem very similar, in essence, they are no longer the same race at all - whether it is customs, worldview, or the essence of life, they have long since parted ways after countless years of evolution.

Thinking of this, Prest immediately made up his mind and took this opportunity to ask the Deer Crown Elf and their common sense customs.

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

After hearing Prest's question, the deer crown elf took him slowly along the coconut forest on the coast, and said with a slightly hoarse tone: "Actually there is nothing to say. After the original ancestor planted the mother tree of life at the center of our home, he died of illness in another world. We rely on the protection of the mother tree and our united mind to reproduce on this land for generations, until now."

"This is indeed a good place. There are coconut fruits by the sea, many berry shrubs and fruit trees in the forest, and a large number of beast groups. Apart from the diseases of another world and the occasional monsters in another world, we have almost no enemies."

As he said that, the deer crown elf picked up two coconut fruits about three fists from the coastal sand and handed them to Prest one. He whispered: "That's it, generations have been reproduced and peacefully lived here, until now... this is our history."

Prest silently poked two holes in the coconut with his fingers, and then took a sip.

The coconut juice tastes lighter, but it is very fragrant, refreshing, pure and pollution-free, and has a high quality.

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

The elves' boat can only sit 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, it is very dangerous and cannot catch fish at all. However, most elves have a little extraordinary power. With the stability of magic, they can not only move freely along the coast, but also occasionally go to the deep sea area to induce fish.

Since fish and seafood are not staple foods, the consumption of two or three thousand elves is not even as fast as the natural recovery of this sea area. Many fishermen have only worked for an hour or two before fishing for the whole family's food in the next week or two - most of these will be made into dried fish as a reserve grain for winter.

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

“…How long has this life been like this?”

Putting the coconut shells under the tree beside him, Prest asked softly: "Hundreds of years, or..."

"It's at least one or two thousand years. Maybe it's even longer."

The Deer Crown Elf didn't seem to care, and he replied casually: "The leaders of the five generations before me have done a good job. The only one I am a little better than them is probably that they live longer."

"No, I mean, have you not thought about changing?"

Prest stopped, he looked up at the sky where the clouds had not yet completely dispersed, and then looked around the quiet and peaceful sea area. He remembered many things... During the disaster of the Crazy Dragon, his hometown in the southern fortress, his hometown flattened by the dragon beast, his relatives and neighbors swallowed by the dragon beast, and more, the ordinary people who are still struggling to survive.

The young warrior saw the erosion of chaos on the arm of the Deer Crown Elf again. He remembered the long shadow on Sur's back. Prest clenched his fists and said in a somewhat depressing voice: "You have encountered so many sudden visions, and chaos... Alien disease and monsters in another world. Haven't you ever thought about developing technology to solve these problems?"

"You have such a rich home! Such a peaceful environment! Even if the world is a bit weird, it's been a year or two thousand years. How could you still be like this now? Aren't you afraid of death and don't want to live longer?"

The Deer Crown Elf didn't understand why Priest became a little excited.

He just said calmly, as always, very plain, and calmly: "Technology? What is that? If it is about the craftsmanship of your armor, we really want it very much, so we are willing to pay the price to exchange it."

As for other issues, just follow the steps passed down by our ancestors."

The deer crown elves slowly buried the coconut shells in his hand into the sand, and then stood up and said, "The mother tree contains all the knowledge we need. After you teach us how to forge iron tools, we will store them in the mother tree. And death is not terrible, it just turns into a new branch of the mother tree to shelter the wind and rain for those who are still alive."

The deer crown elf turned his head and looked at Prest.

This is the first time Priest has carefully, comprehensively and meticulously observed the face of the leader in the substantive sense of the "Viewer Tribe".

This is a little old-fashioned, not like a young elf aged one or two hundred years old. His appearance is as neutral as all elfs, but his long dark green hair has begun to turn black and yellow at the roots, which proves that the elf's lifespan is almost at the end. His eyes are a little muddy, his mouth is tightly pursed, and he looks a little serious.

The most conspicuous thing was the eyes of the Deer Crown Elf. He was now looking at Prest, but his eyes were unstable. His eyes even turned slightly in different directions. His pupils were white and the magical light flashed, making his eyes look not only unsightly, but even extremely strange.

"Maybe we forgot to tell you."

Facing the Prest who looked obviously wary and seemed to be planning to leave at any time, the Deer Crown Elf was gentle, without hostility, tolerant and indifferent: "The spirit of our tribe of the Viewer is linked together through the mother tree. We can clearly know your every move, and we also know all of your attitude towards our people. You are gentle, communicate with kindness, have a proper manner in dealing with things, and have rules, and know good and evil. Therefore, the Viewer believes that you are indeed trustworthy humans, not monsters in another world."

"……What?!"

This time Priest felt incredible from the bottom of his heart. He exclaimed: "You... are the spirits connected?!"

To be honest, he did hear that elves had this ability long ago, but after the father of nature became gods, that is, after the birth of the elves and elves in the true sense, this most ancient spiritual communication power disappeared into history.

How come these elves in other worlds still retain this power?!

Facing Prest, who seemed to be in deep thought, the deer crown elf smiled and said nothing.

After calming down, Prest immediately thought of something, and he frowned and said, "So, Suer, is she here too, to test my attitude?"

"No."

Speaking of this, the voice of the Deer Crown Elf suddenly became a little cold. His eyes narrowed slightly and continued, "Sur is my daughter... She is born with flaws. I don't know what she talks with you, it is not a part of testing your attitude."

The original fluent words of the Deer Crown Elf suddenly became a little awkward, stuttered, and his eyes became indifferent. After a long time, his tone returned to normal: "We can sense the thoughts of each compatriot through the mother tree, and our moods are transmitted and connected to each other, so there will be no conflicts in our clan. We are actually a family, sharing all the joys, angers, sorrows, and happiness. Even the diseases in other worlds are the same."

"But Sur is different. She is born to be isolated from the mother tree and cannot connect with the knowledge stored in the mother tree, so it takes a long time for us to teach it bit by bit to learn common sense in the clan. And because of this, she always walks outside and sees meaningless places where the ancestors have been to a long time ago. She always inexplicably wants to go far away and see some meaningless things. She is completely an alien in the clan."

"And because of this, without everyone's sharing, Sur was seriously eroded by alien diseases."

Speaking of this, the deer crown elves looked at Prest and said calmly: "Just like those humans who disappeared hundreds of years ago, there is no way that the existence of the spirit that is not connected to the spirit can resist the disease in another world by its own will. Our ancestors once invited humans to join our spirit, but they were unwilling to say 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 fellow citizens, not just those who are now collaborators, and we will give our all to help you."

"No, thank you, goodbye."

Prest waved his hand quickly, and he shook his head and refused the proposal. This seemed not beyond the expectations of the Deer Crown Elf. He just nodded and brought up the topic.

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

"……call."

Because he learned too much unexpected news in a short period of time, Prest couldn't help but rub his temples. After calming down for a while, he said, "Let's call it this. As far as I know, although the alien disease can indeed resist erosion through the spirit of everyone in a short period of time, in the end, this erosion is irreversible. Over time, the alien disease accumulates in the spirit of the entire clan and will cause a more serious outbreak - how did you solve this problem?"

In fact, the will of collective links such as elves still had a large number of users in the continent of Mycrov not long ago. The psychics of Xishan were the most famous ones.

When the demon tide came and the extraordinary power and technology of the world were advancing by leaps and bounds, the psychics in Xishan also developed a unique spiritual connection ability. They combined the spirits of several people and even dozens of people through some kind of psychic magic or a special magic center, and then fought.

This technique is very effective. With the spirit of union, everyone's casting speed and combat sustainability have increased by 30%. The force to resist chaos erosion is also very strong, and even has a certain ability to self-purify. If it is slight chaos erosion and mental pollution, it will be completely purified quickly.

But as Priest said, this union simply slows down the erosion of chaos. Apart from the top holy lights possessed by the top leaders of the Seven Gods Church, the unique techniques of the legends, and the power of order held by the sage inheritors, basically no power can resist the erosion of chaos. It may not be conspicuous at the beginning, but gradually, the entire spiritual energy union will be corrupted and degenerate and become a carrier of chaos.

The elves of another world have been under chaos for a long time. The spirit of connectivity should have been corrupt and degenerate, but they still exist and live well and are in harmony. This is a very incredible thing, so Prest wants to know the reason behind it.

"It's very simple, rely on sacrifices."

Unlike what Prest thought, the deer crown elf told the secret behind it without hesitation: "Relying on sacrifices and the holy mountain of sacrifices, we can greatly alleviate the erosion of diseases in other worlds."

Then, the Deer Crown Elf revealed the secret that why their clan could still reproduce safely for so long under the erosion of chaos.

"The disease of the alien world is a strange disease that spreads both physically and mentally. Every elves will have some roots of disease, which is something that cannot be expelled. However, with the power of the mother tree, we can pass on the excessive disease of the alien world on most people to some people with strong strength and can carry enough diseases of the alien world."

Speaking of this, the deer-antured elf smiled and said indifferently: "For example, people like me can carry the diseases of the alien world on hundreds of people and will not turn into monsters in another world for the time being."

"Then what?"

Prest couldn't help asking.

"Then, go to the Sacrifice Mountain."

The deer crown elf raised his head and signaled Prest to look in the direction of the Accrafa Space-Time Hub. He said calmly: "The Sacrifice Holy Mountain has a power that can completely and completely purify all diseases in another world, so that these extra diseases in another world will not flow back into the mother tree after the carrier dies. Every one or two hundred years, we will select ten strong people who can carry diseases in another world and go to the Holy Mountain to pray to our ancestors."

No, wait, no, this is not a sacrifice at all!

This is not a purification at all... this is a death sentence.

He let out a breath, Prest looked at the deer crown elf with a complicated expression. No one knew about it. How could he not understand, who was almost burned to ashes by Accrafa hub before?

Isn’t the so-called purification just to use extremely powerful magic energy flow to completely crush the body and soul into nothingness?! What’s impossible to return to the mother tree! Being shot by that level of magic energy flow, even the strong man in extreme intention will probably be seriously injured and dying!

But these elves did this without fear - after one or two hundred years, they sent the most elite and powerful people in the clan to purify, and the remaining people continued to live a peaceful, leisurely, without any progress, and without any change.

They connected each other's spirits, and everyone could perceive each other's emotions and thoughts, without suspicion, without jealousy, without quarrel, and without competition. The elves only need to work for a day to rest for a week. They live in suitable tropical areas and live in caves with warm winters and cool summers - it is too perfect for a civilization that has just begun to develop, it is too perfect and flawless, which is a realm that the elves of Mycrov have not reached.

Even when they saw the metal armor of the elite team, they did not think about "studying by themselves", but rather exchanged it at a cost and put it in the mother tree to collect food like squirrels.

They share joy, anger, sorrow and knowledge. The technology left by their ancestors can make them live happily and safely, so that these elves have no motivation to make progress and no reason to go to the distance to explore.

Too envious.

Too sad.
To be continued...