Chapter 918: Ancient Tree Cyril

The elf queen took the initiative to bring up this topic, which made Bai Xiaowen feel relieved.

If the Elf Queen regarded the heart of the Crimson Oak Tree as "not for sale" and was determined not to give it to Bai Xiaowen, then she would definitely not take the initiative to bring up this topic.

After receiving Bai Xiaowen's affirmative answer, the Elf Queen sighed softly: "Donna, Your Excellency the Prophet, you come with me...I want to take you to meet the great Cyril."

The Elf Queen went first, followed by Bai Xiaowen and Camelot Queen.

Musadir, the capital of the elven king, is full of lush green, and the shade of trees is no longer enough to describe. This is a city that relies on the forest and is built in the forest.

There are towering trees everywhere, and under the dense shade, you can occasionally see a corner of the tree house.

There are leaves piled up on the road, which is soft and comfortable to step on.

Nor is the Queen of the Elf worried about soiling her gown when she walks on the road. This dress is obviously not ordinary, and it is difficult for any dirt to remain on it for even a second-according to what Bai Xiaowen learned from the Royal Library of Camelot, this long dress must be permanently enchanted with cleansing.

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

How big is this oak tree? A dozen or so big men hugging each other may not be able to go around it for a week.

The oak tree is tens of meters high, and its huge canopy is like a thick layer of clouds, covering a space of nearly a thousand meters. Nut-shaped fruits hang from the branches of the oak tree, fluttering in the wind.

The Elf Queen tapped on the tree trunk lightly: "Grandpa Cyril, hello."

In the middle of the thick trunk, there appeared a giant humanoid face that was slightly old, and it was the image of an old man.

The old man's mouth opened and closed, and he made a dull voice: "Hello...Little Fulla." A branch bent down slightly, and several ripe fruits hung on it. Obviously, this old man named Cyril is actually the giant oak tree itself.

The Elf Queen reached out and picked the fruit, and handed them to Queen Camelot and Bai Xiaowen respectively.

After Bai Xiaowen touched his hand, he got a reminder of the rules of the spirit world:

[Fruit of the oak tree: special food. Ripe fruit that contains magic power, after eating it can restore 50% of health and mental power.

Cannot be used in combat. 】

Bai Xiaowen showed a slight look of surprise. Although this oak tree has the restriction of "cannot be used in battle", it still cannot conceal the excellent effect of itself. Eating an oak tree in the state can restore combat effectiveness from the state of residual blood.

The most important thing is... This huge oak tree may bear thousands of fruits, which are simply innumerable.

And this oak tree can actually bring out the spirit plane, because it is a gift from the elf queen, which is probably similar to the Aaron plane, where Bai Xiaowen blackmailed a few spell books from Master Kevin.

The elf queen said: "The oak tree is a very important source of food for Musadir. If you eat one, you won't need to eat anything within two or three days. Grandpa Cyril is also one of the oldest trees in the elf kingdom. , highly respected."

The huge oak tree Cyril said in a dull voice: "Little Fulla...how do you have time...to see old Cyril? Old Cyril thought...Amusha's disaster would keep you busy."

The Elf Queen said: "Grandpa Cyril, this person I brought is the hope of solving the disaster of Amusha and even the disaster of the entire continent. He is the human prophet I told you about, Dio."

Cyril slowly "looked" at Bai Xiaowen: "Dior... Well, you look very young... Considering the short lifespan of human beings, you should be very young."

"I'm eighteen... well, I'm twenty years old." Bai Xiaowen muttered to himself. He was originally a boy of eighteen or nineteen, but the flow of time in the world of the Kuroshio Plane has accelerated. Years, indeed, two years should be added.

"Twenty years old...hahahaha..." Cyril, the old man of the huge oak tree, laughed loudly. The huge treetop trembled slightly, and the leaves fell with the wind.

The elf queen said: "Twenty years old is far from being an adult in the elves. However, Grandpa Cyril, this prophet has proved his ability with practical actions. In the Bonus Mountains where the same disaster occurred, he assisted the coalition forces The troops defeated the lord of the Snake People and captured one of the Seven Sacred Artifacts... That's why I think he is the hope to save Amusha and the Kuroshio Continent."

Cyril snorted.

Bai Xiaowen thought to himself, the main tasks are indeed all in the same line. The first mainline task asked him to kill a well-known leader of the snake-man camp to complete the return of the prophet, which can be seen as allowing Bai Xiaowen to make meritorious deeds for the guardian camp with practical actions. Then there is the second main task, which will allow Bai Xiaowen to form a real alliance.

If there is no foundation for the first step, how can the kings of all countries care about the opinion of a magic stick?

"Okay...then you bring him here, what do you want to ask old Cyril?" Old Oak's dull voice sounded again.

"I'm ashamed of what I'm going to say next..." The Elf Queen lowered her head slightly, telling Bai Xiaowen about the need for the Heart of the Crimson Oak Tree, and finally said: "Grandpa Cyril, I know this matter will hurt your vitality, So I want to ask for your opinion."

The old oak tree said rumblingly: "The heart of the crimson oak tree is my heart. The little human prophet Dio... If someone asks for your heart, what will you do?"

Bai Xiaowen sweated: "This..." He secretly groaned in his heart. This old oak tree named Cyril is one of the tallest elders in the elf kingdom. Taking the heart of the crimson oak tree is equivalent to killing it. No matter how you look at it, it is impossible for the elf kingdom to agree...

Suddenly, Bai Xiaowen had a flash of inspiration, and the Super Brain sensed something was wrong.

【Wait a moment! If taking the heart of the crimson oak tree is tantamount to killing the old oak tree, then why did the elf queen ask the old oak tree for his opinion? As early as in the palace, the queen should have rejected it! 】

The old oak tree laughed: "Little prophet of mankind, you still need to add some knowledge. For a tree, the heart is not the key, but the root is the most important place. I am rooted in the land of Musadir Underneath, as long as it grows for 500 years, it will regenerate a heart of a crimson oak tree... It doesn't matter if it is given to you."

Bai Xiaowen let out a sigh of relief. This old tree man... is quite funny. But the accumulation of five hundred years, even in terms of the lifespan of elves and treants, is a long time.

The Elf Queen said quietly: "However, without this heart, Grandpa Cyril will only be able to sleep in five hundred years, almost no different from an ordinary tree."

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