Ye Huo felt somewhat embarrassed upon hearing Quan Ji's question.
"This... he has never revealed his name, nor his divine position, but he's actually alright..."
“Initially, Vivian wanted to force us, the Night Elves, to be given a god. This angered the entire Night Elf race, and almost led to the entire race risking their lives to fight Vivian.”
"Although that's what we did, and Vivian did attack us, we even thought some elves would die at her hands. But unexpectedly, the god who was planted here directly extinguished Vivian's energy, causing her to leave."
"Yes, the deity Vivian brought protected us. He said nothing and did nothing, and waited quietly in the shrine for two years."
“We ask him questions, but he never answers. However, if we have any trouble, he will still help us. He is a very strange god.”
Quan Ji and the others also found this god very strange; they had never seen anyone so capricious.
If he doesn't reveal his name or divine position, then living among the night elves means he has absolutely no way to receive the power of faith offered to him.
Without any faith, why would he help the Night Elves? What's his motive?
Is the image of the Night Elves miserable? Is the image of the Night Elves poor?
Quan Ji: "She really is a kind-hearted god. I really want to see what she looks like."
Everyone was curious.
"We've truly never heard of such an interesting god before. What is he really thinking? Is he really that selfless?"
Nightfire nodded: "He has never asked us for anything. For the past two years, he has been guarding the shrine without moving."
Princess Quan became increasingly curious about this deity.
"If that's the case, why did Vivian bring this deity here? What is her purpose...? It's really hard to understand."
Nightfire shrugged helplessly; who knew what that wicked woman was thinking?
He then asked curiously, "Young Miss, although it may be offensive, I still want to ask... do you have a way to break the curse for us?"
Quan Ji and Jun Chenlan exchanged a glance.
Finally, he nodded: "Yes."
Nightfire and the group of night elves walking ahead all stopped in their tracks and looked at Quan Ji.
"Really?!"
They had had enough of this ugly and muddled life; they had waited far too long for this day.
Although they had a feeling that the young lady was the creator, they weren't sure. Now that they had received confirmation that the curse could be lifted, they were incredibly excited.
"Young Miss, as long as you can break our curse, just name your conditions, and we will fulfill them all!"
Quan Ji shook her head: "It's not that complicated. I'll just find the source of the curse and cut it off. Since you want to overthrow the rule of the elves, then we are friends. Consider this a gift to our friends."
It was just a small favor.
Moreover... the Crimson Feather Sword and the Ancient Origin Sword must also hope to break free from all these curses that restrict living beings and plunge them into panic and despair.
The Night Elves and the others were very excited upon hearing this, and they all knelt down on one knee and bowed deeply in the direction of Quan Ji.
"Thank you so much, young lady! If the Night Elves can break the curse, we will certainly live up to your kindness and offer our humble efforts to you!"
What else could Quan Ji say? She could only summon the Ancient Yuan Sword with one hand and say, "Grant."
Upon seeing this, Jun Chenlan also drew his Crimson Feather Sword without hesitation.
The two swords combined, and a burst of white light shone brightly, warmly bathing everyone.
However... it was of no use at all.
Quan Ji: "???"
Jun Chenlan: "???"
Nightfire and the other night elves: "???"
The scene seemed somewhat awkward.
Quan Ji asked, "Don't you feel anything?"
Nightfire shook his head: "No."
Quan Ji and Jun Chenlan exchanged a glance, and simultaneously raised their swords again.
A burst of white light shone brightly.
The night elves remained completely unaware, and were even feeling a bit sleepy.
"..."
This made Quan Ji and the other two somewhat embarrassed.
Quan Ji was puzzled and muttered to herself, "The Crimson Feather Sword and the Ancient Yuan Sword could not possibly be wrong, so the only possibility is... the source of the curse on you is not on you."
The night elves were puzzled: "Not on us? But isn't the curse directly on the cursed one?"
At this point, Feng Simian stepped forward to deny this viewpoint.
"The Human Preachers Association has recently discovered a strange phenomenon: curses can be placed not directly on the physical body of a living being, but also specifically on the Text of Truth or on matters that the cursed person must come into contact with every day."
"As long as there is energy as a medium, a curse can also be formed indirectly."
Feng Simian's words served as a kind of popular science lesson for everyone, even Quan Ji, the young president of the Preacher Association, was unaware of this.
And then he said, "I see."
Nightfire was even more confused: "But... the Elven race is not proficient in the script of truth, and as for the things that must be encountered... I can't think of anything for the time being."
Quan Ji: "Then when we reach your territory, Lan and I will probe it together with our swords."
For now, this seems to be the only option, and the night elves nodded in agreement.
...
When they arrived at the night elves' settlement, they were all shocked by the scene before them.
Unlike the vibrant and naturally bustling life of the elves.
The territory of the night elves is a deathly place, surrounded by many swamps and all kinds of poisonous creatures. Their dwellings are all made of broken stones.
Here are little dark elves rolling on the ground, hungry and crying as they hug their bellies.
When they saw the Night Elf warriors return, their eyes lit up and they rushed forward.
"Chief... Chief, what's good to eat today? We're hungry..."
There is nothing edible in the Great Rift Valley; it is impossible to survive here unless one possesses highly poisonous creatures.
Therefore, they have to bring food from outside whenever they want to eat.
Compared to the wealth and prosperity of the elves.
On the Night Elf side, there is more barrenness and desolation.
These little night elves had surprisingly clean faces; apart from their rosy skin, they were exquisitely beautiful and extremely cute.
However, they were too thin, so thin that they looked unrecognizable, which was heartbreaking.
When Nightfire and the other elves heard this, they felt a little guilty: "Sorry, we... didn't go hunting this time."
The little night elves, hearing this, didn't make a fuss, but quickly comforted them:
"It's okay, it's okay, we're not actually that hungry!"
As they spoke, their stomachs began to rumble.
Suddenly, they saw those terrifying emerald green figures.
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