Chapter 771 I Have Written My Suicide Note

Arthur Crowe, Quaytoan's residence.

Elder Kuitoan pointed his longbow at the distant rock wall, and the magic power gathered in his right hand extended to the bowstring pulled by his fingertips.

When Elder Kuitoan let go of the bowstring in his hand, the arrow tore through the air next to Kuitoan's cheek, and pierced straight through the rocky wall in the distance.

Elder Kuitoan glanced at his fingers, blood was already overflowing from the fingertips due to excessive drawing of the bow.

It has been a long time since he practiced archery as intensively as today.

The reason Elder Kuitoan did this was to vent.

He happened to read a book on the spellcaster forum yesterday, a book called "Diary of a Heretic Inquisitor".

This book revealed to Elder Quitoan the true face of the Inquisition of Heresy, an organization.

This also made Elder Kuitoan start to investigate all the news related to the Inquisition Tribunal on the Monet.

Until today, the real reason for Arthur Crowe's downfall thousands of years ago finally appeared in front of Elder Kuitoan.

He used to think it was the loathsome humans who turned his people into monsters....

But it is impossible for the only surviving high elves to take revenge on humans, and reason tells Elder Kuitoan...he should not spread the object of hatred to the entire human race.

Now, Elder Kuitoan has already investigated the organization that destroyed Arthur Crowe thousands of years ago by relying on the magic net, as well as the specific location of this organization.

Inquisition of Heresy.

The flame called revenge was quietly ignited in Elder Kuitoan's heart.

"Quitoan."

Elder Kepais visited his residence at this time.

"If you came today to argue, my answer is that there is no time."

After Quitoan finished reading "Diary of the Inquisition Tribunal", hatred and anger had enveloped him for the whole night, so facing this conservative elder, he was not even in the mood to talk to him.

"I'm here to ask you to do something for me."

Leaning on crutches, Elder Kepais slowly found a chair and sat down.

He is not much different in age from Quitoan, but his body is too old to pick up a bow and arrow. When Arthur Crowe was destroyed, he sacrificed too many things in order to survive.

"What's the matter? Do you want me to expel that Chaos Demon?"

Elder Kuitoan put down his bow and arrow. As antiques from the old Arthur Crowe era, the two of them were already good friends in the ethnic group, but they had different opinions on political stances.

"The holy tree has approved the blasphemer, and it is not your opinion and my opinion that can expel him."

Clutching his cane tightly in both hands, Elder Kepas seemed to have accepted Arthur Crowe's current fate.

"Then what do you want me to do?" Elder Kuitoan asked.

Elder Kepais tightly pursed his mouth, his body was so old that his teeth began to fall out, and now only the powerful magic power in his body supported his body's activities.

"You...can type?"

At this time, Elder Kepais was no longer as aggressive as before in the Council of Elders, but more like a widowed old man who was abandoned by his descendants.

"Typing ... words, you are referring to using those virtual keyboards on the magic net to type. I have practiced it for a while."

After witnessing that his granddaughter gained a large number of believers through the magic net, Elder Kuitoan also started to study the magic net.

The first step in the research is to master the most basic item of magic net manipulation, that is to use the virtual keyboard to input human characters in the magic net.

"I have some unfinished records, and some unfinished stories." Elder Kepais showed a bitter smile and said, "Put it in Arthur Crowe's library, and it will become a book that will be forgotten after all." s things."

"I remembered that you used to be the queen's clerk, and you seem to have written a lot of popular stories."

When Kuitoan talked about the past with Kepais, his voice that was shrouded in anger gradually softened.

"It's all in the past. The queen has passed away, and the stories I wrote were burned along with the old Arthur Crowe." Elder Kepais said in a melancholy voice.

"So you plan to record new stories on the magic net? I can teach you to type. This is a very simple skill. At that time, you can write books on the magic net by yourself."

Elder Kuitoan spent the night reading "Diary of a Heretic Inquisitor" in the Fudong library, and he probably understood what it was like to create on the Magic Net.

"I don't plan to stay in Arthur Crowe any longer, Kuitoan." Elder Kepais was silent for a while and opened his eyes again.

At this moment, Elder Kuitoan saw the same thing as himself in the old man's eyes, and that was hatred.

"I'm essentially an avenger dazzled by rage, a ghost who survived the fire that burned Arthur Crowe. I will never forgive those blasphemers, those humans... I just want to make those blasphemers Cut off their heads one by one and sacrifice them to the holy tree!"

Every word of Elder Kepais clearly echoed in Elder Kuitoan's ears.

"The current Arthur Crowe chooses to accept these human beings, and I can't make any changes, so I can't complete my revenge by staying here."

Elder Kepais supported his body with his aging arms.

"So I plan to leave Arthur Crowe, but before I leave... I still have one last wish, which is to record all the stories I have thought of over the years. This is the wish of Kepais, the clerk thousands of years ago, and It’s not the soul of the dead after a thousand years.”

When Elder Kuitoan heard this, he understood Elder Kepais' thoughts. Like himself, he planned to go alone to find the culprits who caused the destruction of Arthur Crowe.

"You're not the only one who survived."

The interface of the magic net was unfolded in front of Elder Kuitoan, and he logged into the immovable library section of the spellcaster forum.

"I also have some blood feuds that need to be settled with those blasphemers. Before that, let your story stay on the magic net."

As soon as Elder Kuitoan opened the interface of the immovable library, a white bird landed on the stone wall he used to practice archery.

This white bird was the incarnation of the World Tree. It tilted its head and looked between the two elders for a while, then directly gave them new orders.

"Go to the Forgotten Land immediately."

The order from the World Tree forced the two elders, who were preparing to write their will, to temporarily put down this idea.

Elder Kepais had never set foot in the Forgotten Lands since the blasphemer came to Arthur Crowe through the Forgotten Lands, but today might be his last day in Arthur Crowe.

"I happen to have something I want to talk to that Chaos Demon." Elder Kepais said.