Today I recommend a piano piece, "Exodus", and the performer is Mr. Maxim, who I like very much; this piece is magnificent, majestic, grand, and melodious, and is worth listening to it.

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"My name is Delava? Hanye..." the golden elf said moaning.

Yang Hai moved his feet away, and Delava rose from the ground and crawled up, but fell down halfway through standing. She had to sit on the ground, hold her knees, bury her head in his arms, shivering and trembling, looking at him in fear.

"Speak clearly, what is the new rule to cut two pounds of meat." Yang Hai asked with his sympathy. He could hear that the golden elf's words were so false, but he didn't know what the specific situation was.

"I...I'm just...I'm just bullying the newcomer." Delava spoke with difficulty, his pale lips might seem like glass at any time: "There is no such rule...I just occasionally cut each other's flesh and quench their thirst..." Delava looked at her unpredictable expression, thinking that the terrible devil in front of her was angry, and struggled for a moment, plucked up the courage and wailing: "Sir! Sir! I really can't stand it anymore. I didn't mean to deceive people! Don't punish me with that potion! Please! Please!"

"Can't bear it anymore..." Yang Hai frowned: "Do you eat each other's meat when you can't bear it anymore?"

"It's a last resort, sir." Delava burst into tears, his face full of mess: "I feel so painful... If I don't eat flesh and blood, I can only pick the fruits of that thing... The addiction will become bigger, the attacks will occur more frequently, and the pain will be more painful... My father and my uncle are all alive!"

Yang Hai looked at the golden elf whose eyes were deep and withered, and snorted, but still couldn't stand his sympathy. He threw a bottle of potion over.

"Drink it and go back to sleep, the pain will be much less. Believe it or not." Yang Hai said: "Let's go."

The three of them left Delava there, and Kakulucia asked in surprise: "By the way, do you have the antidote? Is that the one just now?"

"That's just a bottle of hallucinogens that can relieve pain, and there's no antidote at all." Yang Hai said thoughtfully: "This golden oak is indeed a bit tricky. Do you know? There are few things that can directly cause such a degree of trauma and pain to the soul. The formula for the antidote for this thing must be particularly complicated. Without samples and time, I will definitely not be able to handle it."

"That is, you need samples, and you need the fruits of the golden oak?" asked Kakulucia.

"Yes, there's nothing to say." Yang Hai said: "I have an idea, Tumen, this requires your help."

"Ah?" Tumen was very confused: "What can I help?"

"You pretend to be that addicted golden elf and go and get some golden oak fruits for me." Yang Hai suggested: "Or it would be difficult for us to get the fruits."

"But..." Tumen hesitated.

"Do you still want to save your tribe members?" Yang Hai asked.

Tumen stared into Yang Hai's eyes.

The situation was not allowed to be argued by him, Tumen lowered his head and agreed.

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They walked through this almost deserted village and walked towards the giant tree that was rising.

"It turns out that there is always danger hidden under the beautiful appearance." Kakulucia looked at the spectacular plant with emotion: "If you only look at the appearance, who would have thought that such an existence that looks almost sacred and noble would be so evil?"

"We can't continue to move forward." Yang Hai looked at the sporadic golden elves around him who always looked at him: "We are like fireflies at night now, and we will attract attention wherever we go. Go forward..."

They turned into the alley and climbed up to a roof.

"Wandering over a wizard's eye?" Kakuluchia asked.

"No, the magic of the golden oak tree will interfere with your eyes. If the golden oak tree really has its own mind, it may confuse your magic eye and let you see what it wants you to see. It is really dangerous to even directly charm you."

"What should I do?"

"The hunter's Hawkeye technique is undisturbed." Yang Hai said: "Tumen, you use Hawkeye technique to see. I held the hands of the two of you and held them tightly. We shared our vision in the soul vision of Tumen."

The picture gate has opened Hawkeye technique. Hawkeye is a skill that is difficult to counter. It is not as easy to be affected by many restrictions like the Wizard's Eye. Because Hawkeye is a kind of enhancement to the hunter's own vision. As long as the hunter tames large raptors can understand and master it, after using this spell, the hunter will lose his visibility, but can look at hundreds of yards away, which is a very practical reconnaissance spell.

Yang Hai felt that he seemed to have become an eagle soaring in the sky at once. His vision drifted away with the wind, and the people under the golden oak tree became clear in an instant, but the color of this vision became blurred.

As the vision gradually approached, the sound began to be hazy.

Yang Hai saw an old man with wrinkles standing under the golden oak tree with a cane, and was quietly asking a young golden elf what he wanted. He held his breath and heard the conversation between the two people.

"Have you decided?" the old man asked.

"Yes, elder." The young golden elf lowered his head, with a guilty but relieved look on his face: "My mother feeds me with her blood in order to make me hold on, but... but... she refuses to eat my flesh and blood, and is almost weak... she can't continue like this. I don't want her to leave, please allow me to bring the fruits of the golden oak back to her."

"If your mother has made a choice, you should respect her." The elder whispered.

"Respect? How to respect?" The young man couldn't have his own emotions and roared: "She was about to die! When the attack occurred, she refused to even show her painful expression, but she was almost in pain! She was tortured to death by this damn thing!"

"She decided not to compromise on 'that existence', and would rather use her own death to express resistance. This is a glorious thing." The elder's voice was still faint, sounding extremely cold.

"The Patriarch Bashar said that choosing death is something that only the weakest people will do." The young man roared.

"It was Bashar who brought this suffering and hell to us." A trace of turmoil in the elder's voice finally appeared: "Are you going to listen to his ridiculous teaching again?"

"But if we cannot live, what is the point of everything we do?" the young man asked tremblingly: "Are we here, year after year, day after day, enduring suffering just to protect the glory of our ancestors? We survive because we believe that one day we can get redemption. If even life is lost, what is the point of redemption?"

"Faced with reality, my child." The elder whispered: "This hell is the only one we bear, the day of redemption..." A hint of ridicule appeared on the elder's wrinkled face: "Who will come to redeem us, the group of sinful devils?"

"Whatever you say." The young man's face was filled with a firm look: "I won't watch my mother die. Please give me the fruit of the golden oak."

"This is not your mother's wish, and I will not agree."

"Then it's my own addiction and I need the fruit of that thing." The young man refused to give in: "Don't you give it to me?"

The elder was silent for a long time, but in the end he didn't say anything, just raised his cane.

He tapped the huge tree root twice, and an acorn fell from the tree with golden glow.

The young man bent down with difficulty and picked up the fruit. The elder stopped talking and just turned his back.

"The situation has become a little troublesome." Tumen murmured: "There are not many people in this village, and the elder seems to know everyone. We can't trick the fruit."

"Hmph, that elder is full of lies." Yang Hai said, "We'll go there now."

"What are you going to do, Master Jue?" Tumen was startled.

Yang Hai did not answer, but jumped off the roof and ran towards the golden oak. Tumen and Kakuluchia had no choice but to follow.

Yang Hai walked very quickly, and Kakuluchia had to use magic to rush to follow.

"What the hell is wrong, poodon?" the boss asked gasping.

"The elder has a problem." Yang Hai said: "Hurry up."

There were hesitant golden elves around the golden oak tree. They were reluctant to leave the seductive golden light, and they did not want to surrender to the golden oak tree from the bottom of their hearts. Therefore, they lingered here and refused to leave. They suffered torture day after day, year after year. Every time they surrendered, they became more perverse and disgusted themselves even more. These golden elves looked at the three people running wildly, but Yang Hai ignored these gazes and ran directly to the front of the golden oak tree.

The young man was bowing and thanking the elder when he felt someone patting his shoulder. The young man turned around and felt a lightening in his hand. Then he found that the fruit of the golden oak had been stolen.

He was shocked and was about to question the person he came, but was shocked to find that in front of him was not a golden elf, but a... a foreigner. He was born and raised here, and had only seen those poachers who were sent here with great sins. However, the young man instinctively felt that this foreigner was very different from those poachers.

"Who are you?" the elder frowned and shouted in a low voice.

"I should ask you this." Yang Hai narrowed his eyes, took off the Book of Eternity from behind, and unfolded the book. "Who are you?"

"I am the elder of the Golden Elf clan, and foreigners are forbidden here to enter--" Before the elder finished speaking, the silver light of truth suddenly exploded from the Book of Eternity. The elder let out a long scream and fell on the root vine of the golden oak tree.
Chapter completed!