The elves represent nature and are rich in the breath of life. Even elves who have not practiced any fighting spirit or magic can live to be more than two hundred years old. Their life span is fully twice that of humans. Similarly, humans change at the age of sixteen.
Coming of age ceremony, elves are not considered adults until they are thirty years old.
The life aura of the general elven Saint Realm powerhouses is very pure. After practicing in the Sanctuary, their appearance will gradually become younger. When Renne broke through to the Sanctuary, he might have been middle-aged.
As time goes by, Ren's appearance becomes younger and younger, just like an ordinary elf youth.
And Bofield is a fifth-level powerhouse in the Saint Realm, so his life breath should be stronger than Ren's. When he first walked into the tree of life, Sori could also feel the pure life breath around Bofield, but now he observes carefully
, only to realize that Bofield's skin is like a dying tree, and the breath of life in his body is passing away bit by bit. Even if Bofield's lifespan is reaching its limit, this should not be a sign.
Bofield seemed to have noticed Sori's doubts and smiled bitterly: "I can hide it from Ren and the others, but I can't hide it from you."
Bofield thought that Sori was a stronger person than him, and Sori's power of perceiving the rules of space was also sensitive to these fluctuations, so he could feel the passing of Bofield's life force.
"What's wrong with your body?" Sori asked directly. Sori also knew that some irreparable trauma might cause this result, either physical trauma or spiritual trauma.
Bofield sighed and shook his head, with a very bitter expression on his face.
"When I found out that my body was like this, I was still worried about the tribe. Apart from me, there were only seventeen Sanctuary members in the tribe."
Hearing these words, the muscles on Suo Li's face stiffened slightly. There were only...seventeen...in the Siqi Continent, seventeen strong men from the holy realm, that was an incredible power.
"Among these seventeen people, there are only one at the fourth level of the Sanctuary, two at the third level, eight at the second level, and six at the first level. Without me, it would be a bit difficult to rely on them to support this group.
difficulty."
Bofield paused and continued: "Later I realized why my life force was passing away bit by bit."
Seeing Bofield stop talking, Sori quickly asked: "What's the reason?"
"As the leader of the Asmo tribe, my life has long been linked to the tree of life."
"The passage of my life shows that the tree of life is withering!"
Bofield's words were very light, but Sori could feel the bitterness and helplessness in Bofield's words.
Regarding the elves, Sori also learned something from the library of Karna Imperial College. The World Tree and the Tree of Life are the most important cores of the elves. It is said that the earliest elves were born from the World Tree, and these records
It was never said that the World Tree of Life would have a lifespan and would wither like ordinary plants. Sori also thought that the World Tree of Life would exist forever.
"Theoretically, both the World Tree and the Tree of Life are eternal. Unless this world is destroyed, there is no reason for it to wither."
"This has never happened before, and we don't know what will happen if the tree of life dies."
Bofield sighed: "I have contacted the clan leaders of other ethnic groups, and a small number of clan leaders have also experienced the same situation as me. The vitality of the tree of life continues to flow away at an irreversible speed."
"How could this happen?" Suoli frowned. If this was a normal evolution, there would be absolutely no record of hundreds of thousands of years of history.
"I had no clue at first, until some tribesmen accidentally discovered that some outsiders were destroying the roots of the elven world. The roots of the elven world are the roots of the World Tree. The Tree of Life is closely related to the World Tree, so the Tree of Life is also
Withering away."
"Although those outsiders have been killed, the damage to the roots is irreversible. Perhaps in a thousand years, the World Tree will wither. At that time, we don't know what this world will become."
Sori also fell silent. Bofield looked at Sori and smiled suddenly: "By the way, I don't know your name yet."
"Sori, Sori St. Kate." Sori said.
"Mr. Sori, you are from the Siqi Continent. Our elves are led by a strong elf from your continent. Wherever the elves are, there must be the World Tree." Bofield's expression changed instantly.
Gotta get serious.
Suori nodded. There is indeed a World Tree in the Moonlight Forest of Siqi Continent. This is recorded in the history of Siqi Continent. It also shows that the World Tree is closely related to the Moonlight Forest. Once the World Tree is destroyed, the entire Moonlight Forest will be destroyed.
Everything will be destroyed in one fell swoop. Unlike the Elf World, it affects the Moonlight Forest on one side and the entire continent on the other.
"If you want to save the World Tree, it's actually very simple. Just one drop of the Dew of Life is enough." Bofield said.
"Dew of life?" Suoli raised his eyebrows.
"That was the first drop of dew that appeared when the World Tree was born. Although it has no special effect, for the elves, it is the symbol of the ethnic group and the belief of the ethnic group. Like the World Tree, it is sacred."
"The dew of life seeped into the roots of the World Tree, forming a Moonlight Lake around the World Tree. Every new elf will soak in the Moonlight Lake and pray for blessings."
"The dew of life of the World Tree itself has no effect. Only the dew of life of other worlds can save everything." Bofield looked at Sori with his cloudy eyes.
"There are not many worlds where elves exist, and we only know the Siqi Continent. Mr. Sori, I wonder if you can help me with this. As long as the World Tree is saved, the Dew of Life must be returned."
Bofield looked at Sori sincerely. The old man's words made Sori's scalp numb and he didn't know what to do.
Just leaving it alone was something Sori couldn't do with his character. Bofield's life breath was indeed passing away. The elves who believed in the God of Nature also regarded lies as their biggest enemy. Sori believed that Bofield was not lying.
But for Sori to get the Dew of Life, Sori felt that it was almost impossible for him to do it. According to Bofield's description, the Dew of Life was almost the most important thing for the elves. Sori had no friendship with the elves, so how could he do it casually?
Lend the Dew of Life to Suo Li? It's like a passerby borrowing the Qingxuan Sword from Suo Li. Of course Suo Li will not agree.
As for the hard grab, Sori gave up the idea after thinking about it for a while. The elves stood on the Siqi continent and would not be annexed by other races. Their strength was naturally extraordinary. The human race alone had many peak saints in the holy realm, as well as the God of War Tower.
For super strong people at the level of the Tower Master, even if the Elf Clan does not have a super strong person who can compete with the Tower Master of the God of War Tower, there will definitely be no shortage of strong people at the top of the Holy Domain.
To stir up trouble on the top of the holy realm? Sori doesn't want to die yet.
Moreover, Sori must rush to the Eight Desolate Worlds as soon as possible. The fight for the Lianjue Temple cannot be missed. If he wants to help Bofield, the chance of going to the Eight Desolate Worlds will be even slimmer.
"Mr. Soli, I know you also have your difficulties. In this case, I don't ask for anything. It's all fate." Bofield laughed at himself.
There was a strong ideological struggle going on in Soli's mind. To the elf world, Sori was just a passerby. If he hadn't happened to come here, Sori wouldn't have known about the upcoming crisis in the elf world.
It has nothing to do with Sori.
"It's a pity that there are no ifs in this world!" Suoli's eyes suddenly became determined.
"Now that I'm here, now that I know about it, it has something to do with me."
"Just do whatever you want, why bother thinking about it!"
Soli skipped these few thoughts in his mind and was able to break through to the Holy Realm because of these few thoughts.
Go ahead and do whatever you want!
It is precisely because of this that Sori can push through the thick fog and march into the Holy Land. No matter what the road is, no matter whether it is the right way or not, even if there is no way, I will find a new way!
"Bofield, I helped you with this."
Bofield's eyes widened and he stood up excitedly, holding Sori's hands with his skinny old hands: "Mr. Sori, are you really willing to help us?"
"Of course." Sori smiled happily, as if he was relieved to have let go of some pressure.
Bofield took out a withered yellow leaf from his body. Although the leaf was already withered and yellow, he could still feel the breath of life. Sori looked at the withered leaf carefully, as if he could see the birth and prosperity of a world.
Destruction, a leaf, seems to be a world.
"These are the withered leaves of the World Tree. The elves on your continent may understand after seeing this." Bofield said.
Taking over the dead leaves of the World Tree, Suo Li breathed a sigh of relief. With this certificate, he was more certain of success. After all, he wanted to borrow the Dew of Life from the elves with nothing but his mouth.
The odds are really slim.
"Relying on the dead leaves, you can also feel the direction of our world. Although it cannot directly lead you here, it can also save you a lot of time."
"If I don't come back within two years, it might be a long time before I come back," Sori said.
Each opening of the Three Thousand Worlds lasts for three years. Now more than half a year has passed, and there are still more than two years left. This time the Three Thousand Worlds are closed. I don’t know when the next Three Thousand Worlds will be opened. Maybe
The world may have collapsed.
"Regardless of whether we can succeed or not, our elves will remember your kindness." Bofield was more respectful to Sori than before, "Mr. Sori, I am now going to find the chiefs of several ethnic groups around the World Tree.
Tell them the news."
Suo Li nodded, stood up and was about to leave the Tree of Life, when he suddenly felt a disturbance in the outside space. Suo Li, who was very sensitive to space, immediately knew that someone was fighting outside.
"What's going on?" Bofield and the Tree of Life are like one body. The Tree of Life is the root of all the elves nearby. Bofield's perception of this space is no less than Sori's.
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