Diablo Destruction

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When I heard that the business was coming, I quickly sat upright and said, "Yes, there are too many doubts here, Grandma Yalandlan, I don't even know where to start."

After saying that, he pretended to blink pitifully and looked at the old man in front of him, barely squeezing out a few tears.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, because of my little selfishness, I kept it from you for so long. In fact, you have the right to know about this, especially Her Highness Alice."

"In other words, the rights of this saint have been violated? This is no small matter, Grandma Yalandlan, you have to explain it clearly, and if possible, provide some compensation or something... Wow!"

Before I finished speaking, I finally struck her head with my sword.

Look at her tone, her demeanor, how could she be a noble and kind-hearted saint? She is clearly a village cadre who doesn't know how to live and breathe.

"Oh, you idiot, Xiaofan, this saint is obviously trying to fight for your interests." The little ghost covered his red forehead and stared at me angrily.

After hearing what she said, my heart softened. I didn't care about Yalandlan watching, so I stretched out my hand to rub the little saint's forehead, showing an apologetic look. Although her behavior was bad, after all, this little saint was always there for me. For your own sake.

"What's Xiaofan's is mine anyway." When I felt soft and guilty. The little saint added this, which immediately left me speechless.

"Hahaha. It's so good to be young. Seeing you two makes my old bones feel refreshed." Seeing me arguing with the little ghost, she was so angry that she couldn't speak. He smiled with interest.

"Let's get down to business, but before explaining, Your Highness Alice, can you take out the Heart of the Sacred Tree? Let me take a look."

"What are you doing, Xiao Yade? You don't intend to compensate this saint, but you still want to take something important from this saint?" The little ghost immediately showed a vigilant look, clutching his stomach tightly, as if he was on guard against the coming wolf. attitude.

"No, no, no, the Heart of the Sacred Tree is not your thing in the first place. Besides, that's not what you should complain about, right?" I moistened my throat and asked in shock.

"Can the heart of the sacred tree that was eaten be taken out again?!!!"

"Well, I think even Your Highness Alice will not be able to digest the Heart of the Holy Tree within one hundred and eighty years. It should still be in Your Highness's belly now. Isn't it?"

"It's not that we don't want to, but Grandma Yalandlan, even if the Heart of the Holy Tree is still in the belly of the little ghost, how to take it out, it's not something that a child can give birth to." I looked helpless. Do you want to spit it out? When did this script become so heavy-handed?

"That's right, do you want this saint to spit out the heart of the sacred tree? It involves image issues. This saint sternly refuses." The little ghost also helped.

"I think Her Majesty Alice must have other ways, don't you?" Yalandan looked at the little ghost with a smile. The kind gaze that held the pearl of wisdom and seemed to be able to see through everything made this lawless little ghost feel that Alexander, After a while, he whispered softly.

"There's a way... there's another way... Wu~~~" She wailed as she said it. It was obviously not that she couldn't take it out, but that she couldn't bear to take it out. This overbearing little saint would be fine if she didn't steal other people's food. She still wanted to spit out the stuff that had gone down - well, it was really spitting out in the literal sense, it was not that difficult.

"Since there are other ways, let's come up with it." I breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, I don't have to go the heavy-flavor route. God, please give the screenwriter a salary increase!

"Oh~~~If Xiaofan said so..." The little ghost nodded his head in aggrieved manner, and the little hand holding his stomach suddenly burst out with a stronger holy light, and now it was sinking into the clothes little by little.

I opened my mouth wide and was speechless for a long time.

Although the little ghost screams on weekdays, I have completely forgotten... This thing is indeed a ghost, an incorporeal ghost, because it can warm the bed and push down, since some of the characteristics of ghosts have been ignored.

It seems like...it can be taken out easily.

But before the five fingers were inserted into the abdomen, the little ghost suddenly pulled out his hand.

"No, it's too shameful to be stared at and do such a thing. This saint can't do it."

Damn it, do you still know what shame is? I was shocked.

"It's better to have your back turned." He said to himself, this little ghost floated out from my side without authorization, stood in the corner with his back to us, bent down, and made a retching gesture, and his little hand seemed to want to put it into his mouth. Stuff it, want to take something out of it.

My holy lady, don’t do this! Now you are not only abandoning your sense of shame, but you are also vomiting your moral integrity! ! !

Although he made this gesture, as if he really wanted to vomit the Heart of the Holy Tree out of his mouth, the little ghost still used a very secretive movement to secretly pull it out from the abdomen. Anyway, I could see it clearly, probably She wanted to bully Yalandelan for her old eyesight, but I still don’t understand why she did this.

After making these little moves with his back to us, the little ghost looked at the clean heart of the sacred tree, hesitated for a moment, said "Ah~~", and in my speechless and tearful gaze, bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah on the sacred tree. I spat a few times in my heart.

Don't do this, I will kneel down for you, Holy Lady!

Holding the Heart of the Holy Tree stained with saliva, the little ghost floated back with satisfaction, and carelessly handed over the Heart of the Holy Tree: "Here, the Heart of the Holy Tree is here, just take it."

It was as if he was lending his important things to others. I finally understood that this little saint had done so many tricks just to occupy the heart of the holy tree and prevent others from getting involved, just like she liked this. If you want to eat a dish, just spit into the dish so that others can’t eat it. This is probably the idea of ​​small farmers.

I opened my mouth, wanting to blame the little ghost. But he was suddenly struck by the saintly lady with the thoughts of a small farmer, and in the end he didn't say anything. The little ghost took the Heart of the Sacred Tree from his hand, wiped the saliva on it with a handkerchief, and then handed it to Yalandlan.

"Stupid Xiaofan~~~Dan Xiaofan~~~" Seeing that I repeatedly ruined her "big plan", the little ghost pouted and stared at me very dissatisfied. If Yalandlan hadn't been watching, she would have pounced on me. Bite me.

"I haven't seen the Heart of the Holy Tree for a long time, and I feel a little nostalgic." He held the oval-shaped Heart of the Holy Tree in his hand. Yalandlan sighed softly.

"Crystal tree...is there no problem?" I asked a little uneasily. The crystal tree is a sacred object of the entire elven clan. It is like the incarnation of the forest goddess. It has extraordinary significance. Even Artoria cannot do it casually. Make changes to the Crystal Tree.

"It's okay, it's okay, even if we are separated from the Heart of the Holy Tree. The Crystal Tree will not show signs of withering within a hundred and eighty years." Yalandlan came back to his senses and comforted me.

"But... what about one hundred and eighty years from now?" Yalandan wasn't even worried, but I was more worried. It was a bit like the emperor was not in a hurry and the eunuch was, but I couldn't help but ask.

One hundred and eighty years. It sounds like a long time, but for ordinary people, even elves with longer lifespans, it is not that far away, wait until that time. Arlandran is most likely still alive, and Artoria is probably at her peak. Regardless of status or strength, how will the two of them explain themselves to the billions of elves when the time comes.

"Let's talk about what happens one hundred and eighty years later. One hundred and eighty years later, one hundred and eighty years later, I really hope I can still see..." Yalandlan said to himself, as if he said something It was a serious statement, but the last few words were said in a very low tone. It was obvious that there were some secrets that he didn't want me to know.

"Grandma Yalandlan, what were you...saying just now?" Because I was very concerned and knew they didn't want me to know, I couldn't help but ask.

"It's nothing, just an old woman's complaints." Yalandan shook his head, looked at me, and suddenly sighed.

"Sorry, Wu, there are some secrets. Let us old bones bear it alone for a while. When it's your turn to bear it, you may regret it."

"I know." I nodded silently. Perhaps, in the eyes of Yalandlan and Akara, I am still a child, and they still want to use their wings that are not yet completely old to continue to help me block the wind and rain until They can't bear it, or I can bear it.

I have never doubted that Yalandlan and Akara hid something from me because of their distrust of me or other negative reasons. They dedicated their lives to the survival of their own clan, especially Yalande. Lan, with her old back, worked hard to support the elves for a thousand years, and then she provided a cradle and a world for the birth of Artoria. Without her, there may not be Artoria and the elves today. .

Only in this way, these two old people deserve everyone's respect and trust, and there is no need to have the slightest doubt about their intentions.

"Let's talk about the Heart of the Holy Tree." Yalandlan's words pulled me back from my long thoughts. She solemnly held the Heart of the Holy Tree in her hands and showed a solemn gaze.

"Wu, Akara must already know about the Holy See spaceship in hell."

"Um...ah, yes." I nodded subconsciously, suddenly looking shocked. Wait, how did Yalandlan know? This was classified as a top-secret secret by Akala. Except for her and Kane, I told no one else.

Could it be that Akara felt that with the strength of the alliance, it was impossible to influence the Holy See Mountain, so he planned to rope in the elves? Under the current situation, this possibility is indeed possible, but I am not optimistic about it. Even with the power of the elves, it is impossible to take back the Holy See Mountain from hell. Doesn’t Akara know this? ?

Seeing my dumbfounded and speechless expression, Yalandan smiled.

"Don't be surprised. I didn't get this news from Akara. Regarding the origin of the Holy See Mountain and its secrets, the elves have long known it. They may even know it better than the Holy See ten thousand years ago. After all, the Holy See at that time, because Due to excessive luxury, a lot of ancestral inheritance has been lost.”

"Grandma Yalandlan, what you said scared me. What is going on? Where should I start? Just start from the beginning with me." This time I am not pretending to be pitiful, but It's so pitiful. The amount of information Yalandan exposed was too great for my little brain to hold.

"Let's start from the beginning... We have to start with the first-generation saint. I believe you also know the true origin of the Holy See, an organization that has ruled the human world for hundreds of thousands of years."

"Yeah, I heard about it from Grandpa Kane." I nodded and said.

In the era of King Arthur, the weak human race was protected by the elves. At that time, the elves were like angels in the future. They are all superior beings.

However, after the age of King Arthur, the elves began to gradually decline and had no time to take care of humans. At this time, the angel clan discovered the potential of humans and began to replace the elves as the patron saints of humans. Gradually, the organization of the Holy See came into existence. Of course, the Holy See at that time was only a very loose organization. It was not until the emergence of the first-generation Saint, second only to King Arthur, that this force was united. It turned the Holy See into a formal church with its own unique canons and canons, and finally continued to develop and become a giant institution that ruled the human race.

Later, the institution gradually deteriorated. Corruption, while angels are in the hearts of humans. After being beautified by the Holy See, he gradually changed from a relatively equal protector to a high-ranking god. Only the Holy See and the angels at that time knew what happened, so they can't blame the current adventurers for the angels. The resentment is a bit big.

"Well, it seems that you understand everything clearly, so you can save me the trouble of explaining." Seeing that I have a deep understanding of this period of history, Yalandan smiled slightly.

"If, Wu, I say that the first-generation saint of your species is not actually your species, would you believe it?"

"Wha...what?" I was a little confused and didn't understand her words at once.

"Look at me, just say some awkward words. Okay, I won't do charades anymore. I hope the truth doesn't scare you. The original Saintess was originally a half-elf."

"Cough cough cough cough - Grandma Yalandlan, are you really kidding me?" I choked in my throat and coughed repeatedly.

After all, that saint was completely on the side of humans and had never heard of anything to do with the elves. The Holy See organization at that time was still a justice organization. It can be said that the first-generation saint was in the minds of the people of the Dark Continent. status, just like the Yan Emperor and the Yellow Emperor. Now you tell me that the Yan Emperor and the Yellow Emperor are not human, it would be a bit too shocking, even if the person who said this is Yalandlan.

"There's no need to lie to you, it's the truth." After I calmed down, Yalandran shook his head, and suddenly the topic changed: "The Holy See Hill is actually the masterpiece of the first saint."

"It turns out to be her, that's no wonder." Yalandlan said this, but I believed it very much. After all, only the same outstanding first-generation saintess could make such a miraculous spaceship. It was very easy. Be convincing.

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