Chapter 120 Exhausted Life

"He's here for the human swordsman who is being treated here. Elder El Salvador." Before Morea could speak, the elf girl took the lead and explained to him.

"As the son of Titans and Dragons, what are you doing with a human?" Salvador looked at Morea with a dull look, "Ahiborn admitted him, but it has nothing to do with you, right?"

"Cough, in fact, apart from Your Excellency Ahiborn, among the Titans, I should be the most familiar with this human swordsman." Morea rubbed his nose, "I was the first to touch this human sword. Holy."

"So, you came to see him?"

"Qi, he's not so kind." Hesel despised Morea, "The human swordsman threw the corpse of a legendary sea monster at him, and Morea came to ask the human swordsman. Do you want that corpse?"

"Is that so?" There was an inexplicable brilliance in the eyes of the elf elder, looking at Morea who was a little embarrassed.

"Yes." Morea glanced at the unpleasant elf girl, feeling helpless in her heart, and nodded yes. The two elves, one old and one small, seemed to have seen something.

Those who fool others as fools are fools themselves.

"You are lucky." The handsome elf elder gave Morea a deep look, "The human swordsman has just woken up, are you going to ask now?"

"where?"

The long-haired, waist-length, dazzling blond elder raised the scepter in his hand, which was the same height as him, and gave a slight shock. Moreya felt that the spatial fluctuations came and the scene in front of him changed.

The endless emerald sea stretches endlessly at the end of Morea's sight, until the junction between heaven and earth. In this endless forest, Morea also saw a few special trees, hundreds of meters tall, their branches and leaves are like jade carvings, standing in the forest, like standing out from the crowd, extraordinary.

Emerald-green fluorescent light floated around Moreya’s body, and when some emerald-green light spots drifted slowly, they slowly merged into Moreya’s body without knowing it, making him… even more Get up.

"This is on the canopy of the Tree of Eternal Life." Morea looked down and looked around. The tree of eternal life, which is thousands of meters high, although its branches are not comparable to the world tree, it is also extremely thick, allowing him to walk freely on it now.

"How do you feel about your recovery?" The elf elder not only teleported Morea, he also teleported himself and the elf girl to the top of the tree canopy.

The elf elder who came to the canopy immediately looked at a human sitting on the canopy and asked him.

"The injury has completely recovered." The man sitting on a branch looked at several people, "There is nothing serious, and now I feel better than ever."

"Are you, Lord Sword Saint Ron?" Morea looked at the man sitting cross-legged and asked uncertainly. He really couldn't connect the young man in front of him with the middle-aged man before, so he just asked. It's like a completely different person.

The man in front of him had black hair like waterfalls, his eyes were bright like morning stars, his body was neither tall nor strong, but he was tall and straight like a pine tree, and he had his own bearing. Of course, the most important thing is that this man, his face is extremely young, about twenty-year-old human youth.

If Morea hadn't seen him fight and remembered his breath, he wouldn't have dared to associate the young man in front of him with the gray-haired middle-aged man who looked ordinary before. This is not a person at all.

"It's me." Although Morea has changed from a Titan of more than thirty meters to a little boy of more than one meter, his Transfiguration is useless in front of the real powerhouse, so Sword Saint Ron can see it at a glance. See through his real body.

"How did you become like this?" Morea asked curiously.

"This is his original appearance." Elf elder Salvador said, "The previous appearance is the external manifestation of his life essence being nearly exhausted."

"The essence of life is exhausted!" Morea was stunned. Another way to understand this sentence is that the lifespan of the Juggernaut is running out.

The elf elder looked at the swordsman: "I have checked your body, and there are dark wounds everywhere. To be honest, as an existence with a legendary body, it is really hard for me to imagine, how did you beat your body like this? How many battles have you been through?"

"Can not remember!"

"...I didn't expect that in my lifetime, I would actually be able to see a human like you that only exists in the records of the ancient books." Hearing the answer from the swordsman, the elf elder's eyes like a deep ancient well showed a trace of waves, "Can you tell me, How old are you now? Just give me a rough number."

"Two hundred and thirty-six years old." Juggernaut couldn't help laughing, "I still remember my date of birth."

"More than two hundred years old, you are really..." Hearing the answer of Sword Saint Ron, the elf elder showed an expression like this. He had a rough guess about the age of Sword Saint.

"Legends, even human beings, have a minimum lifespan of a thousand years, but your vitality is not as good as that of a legend with a near lifespan. How many times have you burned your life essence?"

"Too many times, I don't remember!" The Sword Saint smiled.

"So, you came to challenge the Titans, and the ultimate goal is for the eternal tree of life of my elves?" The Elf elder looked at the Juggernaut, "You have used a lot of strange things that can replenish life essence, and there are not many strange things now. It works for you, but the Tree of Eternal Life happens to be one that can replenish your lost life essence, so you are here for it!"

"I'm here for the Titans, to challenge them and get the qualifications to watch the Titans' inheritance of swordsmanship, and the ultimate goal is to ask them how to break through the legend." The black-haired young man looked calm, and made no secret of his thoughts.

"I didn't know beforehand that there are elves living in the Titan's territory, let alone that there is a world treasure like the Tree of Eternal Life here."

"How to break through the legend? Are you still running here to ask the Titans?" The elf elder showed a hint of sarcasm, "Human, for you, conferred God is the best choice, you have no possibility to embark on the epic road, I have never I have heard of the melee profession of the human race, who has achieved epic, and there are several mages."

"Not before, doesn't mean not in the future." Sword Saint Ron said lightly, disregarding the attitude of the elf elders.

"With your current strength, in the human kingdom, no one is your opponent. Even gods can't stop you in the material world. Establishing churches and cultivating believers is just a matter of time-consuming for you." The elder looked at the Juggernaut.

"Your current physique has returned to your proper state, plus you have entered the heart of the tree of eternal life, you can now live for more than two thousand years. Time, for you, is very sufficient."