Remembering Jon's words, Ange asked Nat with some curiosity, "Have you heard of the Elven Holy Spring?"
To his surprise, Nat was stunned by Ango's words. "How do you know about the Holy Spring? You have news about the Holy Spring?"
“Uh…” Nat’s reaction surprised Ange. She then realized that there might be things she didn’t know about.
The Holy Spring is, after all, a matter of life and death for the Jon race. Although she knew that Nat meant no harm, Ango still did not want to reveal anything about the Jon race.
Nat, perhaps anticipating Ango's concerns, offered an explanation: "The Holy Spring of the Elves and the Tree of Life are the most precious treasures of our Elven race. The former concerns power, while the latter relates to the continuation of life."
However, this is not absolute; the barriers between the two can be broken. For example, if we only have the Tree of Life, and the Tree of Life is functioning properly, we will have a certain number of newborns each year.
Because there is no sacred spring, the Tree of Life also has to bear the function of transmitting energy, which is a huge burden for it and will reduce the generation of new life to some extent.
Actually, we elves are warriors, but because there is no Holy Spring, only some elderly elves still possess powerful warrior strength. The younger elves have all become mages.
Upon hearing Nate's explanation, Ango suddenly understood.
The two treasures were supposed to each have their own function and work together, but losing either one, although the Elven race could still continue to function, would still be affected.
No wonder Jon's race is so small, yet his energy aura is so powerful.
Ange realized the Elf King's words had a hidden meaning. "You mean, there used to be a sacred spring, but now it's lost?"
Nat nodded; he had nothing to hide from An Ge.
"This is the dark history of our elven race, and I originally didn't want to tell you about the ugly side of it. Did you know that we elves also have priests?"
When Ange thinks of priests, she imagines someone wielding a scepter, someone who communicates with heaven and earth.
Nat didn't expect Ange to answer, and continued, "Elven priests can hear the will of the gods and communicate with the Tree of Life. If I hadn't known you weren't an elf, I would have thought you were a priest."
Upon hearing Nate's words, Ango's mouth dropped open in surprise.
So, the god worshipped by the elves really exists! However, this god clearly doesn't care about the elves of this continent; the priests have been missing for so long without attracting the god's attention.
An Ge had a bad feeling. "Then, what about this priest?"
Nat was silent for a moment before saying, "He's fallen! He's become a fallen elf, and he even almost corrupted the sacred spring. My elders and I tried to save him, so we imprisoned him in the elven forest. Unexpectedly, he managed to escape and even took the elven sacred spring with him."
Given his condition, the sacred spring would soon be completely corrupted in his hands. So many years have passed, we long ago gave up searching for the sacred spring, and this former priest has never appeared again.
After hearing what Nate said, Ange felt a little sad.
The elves were considered the most righteous race, but who would have thought that once they fell, they would become so terrifying.
She had a growing suspicion that the changes in the Tree of Life might be related to this priest. After all, if it were the Abyss Demons, they would be too afraid of the power of life to steal it.
It was all just her speculation, and Ange didn't tell Nat about it.
In any case, the Tree of Life has regained its vitality, and whoever it was, their conspiracy has been thwarted. As for any future schemes from the other side, the elves, having learned from this experience, will surely not let them succeed so easily.
After most of the black energy in the Tree of Life was cleared away, in a dark place, a man wearing a cloak suddenly realized that something was wrong.
The man was completely shrouded in a black robe, obscuring his face.
"Something's wrong. Someone has tampered with the power of the Tree of Life," the man's hoarse voice rang out. He had previously received an unusually low amount of energy from the Tree of Life, initially thinking it was a final burst of energy before its demise.
It was only then that I realized someone had tampered with it.
The man closed his eyes, trying to strengthen the black energy, but it was no match for the life force that had already recovered.
Realizing that his output of power had vanished without a trace, the man quickly stopped before he could trace the aura of the Tree of Life.
"Who is it that can remove my power?" the man roared in frustration.
A plan that had been in the works for over a century was about to succeed, but it was all ruined by someone else.
It seems he can no longer stay here. He needs to personally verify the changes among the elves.
An Ge was unaware that her actions had disrupted the other party's century-long plan. She looked at the messages constantly coming from the holographic ring, her eyes filled with helplessness.
She originally planned to return to the inn after healing the Tree of Life, but Hogg found out about her arrival and insisted on coming to see her.
"The dwarves have many things to attend to, why are you in such a hurry? Now that the portal has become a two-way passage, it shouldn't be difficult for us to meet."
"Lord An, that's different. Our king, knowing of your help, repeatedly instructed that you must be treated well whenever you come. You've already arrived in the Elven realm, haven't you thought of visiting me, Old Huo?"
"In any case, I am your reward. We are much closer to you than those arrogant elves."
An Ge's lips twitched as she listened to Hogg's emotional appeal.
In a way, Hogg is right; it was his own reward.
Knowing Ango's plan, Nat remained silent for a moment before saying, "If you want to go to the dwarves, I'll have Beaton go with you. Although you are very strong, the races on this continent are too complicated. If you are bullied by someone who doesn't know better, I'll feel sorry for you."
These words implicitly categorized Ange as belonging to the Elf race.
Ange understood Nat's implied meaning and was speechless. Had she become a hot commodity?
However, Nate's words make some sense; this continent is too unfamiliar, and it is indeed inconvenient for him to be alone.
Although she went to the capital with Hu Jiu and the others last time, she was busy with business the whole time and hardly experienced the local customs and culture. In addition, since it was in the human realm, she did not encounter any obstacles.
Having a local guide with us on this trip to the dwarf tribe was definitely much more convenient.
Unable to resist Nate's insistence, Ango finally agreed to let Beaton accompany him.
Upon hearing that he could accompany Lord An on his journey, Bi Dun jumped for joy. Everyone knew that An Ge was a great benefactor of the Elven race; frankly, their respect for her surpassed even that for the King.
To be precise, they respected the Elf King and revered Ango—a reverence akin to that of a god.
Many elves used to pray to the gods every day, but now they pray to Ango's portrait every day.
For Bison, being able to go out with the gods was an immense blessing.
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