A Million Possible

Krum City.

The most remote and tallest old house in the main city.

This temporary old building used as a "sacrifice hall" is not very eye-catching. In the past, only Ai Lu came and lived alone, and the residents of the city did not have much respect for this place.

It's just that there is something unusual today.

Soon after the fire went out at night, this "sacrifice hall" became a taboo in the eyes of the elves.

Luojia sent people to order the idlers and others not to approach or disturb, but this could not stop the residents from staying away and watching outside the cordon.

"Why did you pull up the line of defense? What happened to the Sacrificial Hall?"

Questions with unknown conditions.

At this time, the surrounding residents would explain in a low voice all about the last night, while speaking, they secretly glanced at the house with a complex expression of fear and awe.

The news of Cthulhu finally spread.

The god-tier officer of the sacrificial hall held a summoning ceremony, but accidentally communicated with a mysterious existence. The other party couldn't bear to witness the extinction of the elves, so they offered a helping hand to destroy the enemy with magic vines and flames.

This is the version of the story circulated.

Of course, out of respect for the mysterious life who saved Krum, the standard name is "Unknown God", as for evil or not... At least for them, Cheng Lin is definitely not evil.

However, based on his way of playing and some magical style issues, although the residents admire him, they still subconsciously have some fear in their hearts.

...

"Fear is not a bad thing, only fear will respect."

Luo Jia saw this scene and whispered to the priests beside him.

He is now wearing a solemn, complicated and gorgeous service, and walking towards the sacrificial hall with a group of high-rank priests from Krum City.

As the night passed, the sun had already risen the next day, and the whole city was shining with the light of dawn, and the wind was much smaller.

The city of Krum after the disaster was filled with a kind of lightness, and the residents were all rejoicing.

Along the way, the nearby residents and soldiers greeted him with salutes, Luo Jia kept walking, only the lonely building in his eyes.

When he finally walked outside the building's gate, he saw Marguerite guarding the gate.

"That...woke up?"

Luo Jia asked in a low voice.

In fact, since he ended the enemy last night, Cheng Lin returned to the sacrificial hall in full view, Luo Jia wanted to visit—he had too much to say.

As an insider, Ai Lu was quickly called by him to learn about the situation, and then Luo Jia asked Ai Lu to express his wish to meet Cheng Lin as a "speaker".

But it was rejected by Cheng Lin: I'm tired, I'll talk about it tomorrow.

Although he was rejected, Luo Jia was not depressed. It just so happened that after the war, there were too many things in Krum City that he needed to deal with. Luo Jia was busy all night and finally settled down. Then he took a bath, changed clothes, and put on Dressed up by identity, come to visit again.

Standing at the door, Margaret glanced at her marshal, nodded, let the door open, and said, "That... doesn't like too much noise."

Luo Jia was taken aback, then turned and rushed to the priests behind him and said, "You are waiting here."

"Yes."

Turning back, Luo Jia breathed out a breath that was undetectable, and raised his right hand hesitantly, about to knock on the door.

Just as his knuckles were about to be buckled on the brown-black wooden door leaf, a light voice came from inside: "Come in."

The temporary elf king pursed his lips, put down his hand, and pushed open the wooden door.

Amid the slight "creak", the two doors slowly separated, the door facing east, and the rising sunlight spread in like water from behind Luo Jia, and a bright fan-shaped light spot appeared on the floor and slowly expanded.

The scene inside also gradually appeared in Luo Jia's eyes.

The empty Great Hall looked a little dark, five of the six arched windows on both sides were covered by crimson curtains, and only one hole opened.

The breeze whipped the hem of the curtains, and the old altar in the middle did not meet the standards of offering sacrifices to gods, but at this moment, it did not seem to exist as an altar, more like a table.

There were a few strange colorful things under the corner of the table, which looked like packaging shells for certain items. Luo Jia's nose twitched, and he smelled a strange smell in the air.

It seems to be some kind of food, but it is very strange.

The powerful and mysterious god was sitting on a large wooden chair on the left side of the altar, lying slightly backwards, holding the same colorful pieces of ancient monsters in his hands, and the white mask covered his true face.

On the right side of the altar, there is also a chair. God-tier officer Ailu, wearing a moon-white robe, is sitting there with a look of unease, holding something in her hand, but it is much less.

She looked at Cheng Lin and Luo Jia again, but she didn't dare to stand up, but half of her ass sat on the chair, looking a little anxious.

"Play the cards." Cheng Lin urged.

Elu bit her lip, her face was anxious, and she reluctantly pinched out two playing cards and placed them on the altar. She said weakly in her mouth: "Right three."

Cheng Lin grinned: "I can't afford it."

"My lord, it's gone."

"..."

Cheng Lin was silent, and a little frustrated, threw a nine-big dragon in his hand on the table, and began to doubt life.

Probably last night, he played too much and ran out of luck, so that he played two rounds of poker in a row. He won three of them except when Ailu didn't understand the rules at first, and then he lost all the time.

If the opposite is not a beautiful elf girl, Cheng Lin Shucheng would have picked up the Silver Moon cane and greeted the other person's head.

Sighed.

After saying "Stop playing", Cheng Lin turned his head to look at Luo Jia and said casually: "There are chairs over there. Sit down. I'm tired after a busy night?"

I probably didn't expect this mysterious "Cthulhu" to be so... easygoing. Even Luo Jia, who has the title of "Big Elf", couldn't help but shook his head and said, "No..."

"Forget it, I'll just be polite with you." Cheng Lin smiled.

Luo Jia: "..."

With a light cough, Cheng Lin calmed down. After all, the other party is the Elf King. If you dress like this to pay a grand visit to yourself and put it on the news network, it is considered a meeting between the two leaders, right? I can't relax myself too much.

Be serious, be serious.

He said to himself.

"Fighting for so long, even if you think about it, even the big elves will be exhausted. Understandable, I should have told you about Ellu, so I won't be verbose anymore." Cheng Lin sat in a chair with his left hand Putting it on his knees, playing with the Silver Moon cane in his right hand, said in a leisurely tone.

Luo Jia said sternly: "Although I don't know where you are from, you saved Krum. I represent the entire city of Krum, and the whole elves thank you for your kindness..."

"You're welcome," Cheng Lin wanted to save you is the deduction procedure, no, to be precise, it is also the disaster that brought you disasters, so there is really nothing to thank you for speaking of it. After a pause, he continued, "I don't I care too much about these etiquette things, besides... the crisis of the elves has not been resolved, is it?"

After he said these words, the gorgeously dressed and taciturn big elf suddenly knelt down, and Cheng Lin reluctantly stopped him: "If you have anything to say, I don't like these etiquette."

"Yes," Luo Jia replied, a heavy and earnest look appeared on that handsome and majestic face, "Most of the enemies have been wiped out, and Krum City has temporarily escaped destruction, but this is only a delay. Some time.

The erosion is slowly approaching.

Although it is still far away from here.

But according to the experience we have, in a few months, at the latest, half a year, the erosion will spread to Krum.

It is an invisible enemy, swords and magic are hard to resist.

At that time, we will still die! "

"Although I don't know why you took action to help us stop the enemy, I also know that such a plea is very rude, but... we have no other way. Our clan is willing to pay any price and ask you to stop the erosion!"

Luo Jia's voice is bleak, this marshal who has always been very calm in front of the people, only then exposed his own powerlessness.

Even if it is a big elf, with extraordinary combat power, it still can't stop the erosion.

Although Krum has temporarily escaped from extinction, a few months later, the silent death will still come.

...

silence.

There was silence throughout the Great Hall.

After Luo Jia said this, he lowered his head, as if waiting for the verdict of fate.

Elu, who was sitting on the side of the altar, stood up nervously and looked at the figure on the other side with a look of wing.

There was a long silence.

Just when Luo Jia was about to despair.

The figure wearing the white mask suddenly said softly, "Okay."

"what?"

Luo Jia Huo Ran looked up.

He suspected that he had heard it wrong because the "Okay" was too soft.

Cheng Lin could only repeat it again: "I said... OK."

A blood surged up on Luo Jia's face, which was an expression of excitement: "You mean...willing to help us stop the erosion?"

"Not blocking."

Cheng Lin raised a finger and denied this statement.

Afterwards, he seemed to sigh softly, "The exact statement is...purification."

Among the tasks given by the system, saving Krum is just a sideline, and the main task of the plot this time is: purification

"The world tree has changed, and erosion is caused by it, so simply blocking erosion is not a good medicine. There is only one way to really solve the problem, and that is...purify the world tree!"

Cheng Lin said seriously.

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