"The high-level magical beasts entrenched around the Elven Holy Land are the elven race's protective barrier. With them around, as long as the elven race doesn't take the initiative to step out of the center of the Elven Forest, no one can harm us."
At this point, Leas' face slightly flushed as she whispered, "Back then, I was captured by the Lucca Chamber of Commerce because I was too playful and walked to the outer edge of the Elven Forest."
Soon, everyone had arrived in front of a very large ancient tree.
At the first sight of this ancient tree, everyone's eyes revealed great shock.
It was really too big!
It wasn't considered high.
But the tree trunk continued to extend to both sides. There were countless branches, and there was no way to measure its thickness.
The Tree of Life.
The Holy Tree of the Elf tribe was also the foundation of their survival.
The Moonlight Priest with silver hair was standing under the tree of life, looking at them indifferently.
"Lord Moonlight Priest."
The two pythons bowed respectfully to the Moonlight Priest.
The Moonlight Priest nodded slightly, and then the two left.
This was the second time that Joelson had seen the Moonlight Priest.
Her status was unimaginably noble, but she looked like a young girl.
Joelson saw Bradley hesitate and wanted to speak.
But a cold voice interrupted him.
"I know why you're here, but I'm sorry. The elves will not give up a drop of the spring of life."
Bradley's expression froze. He opened his mouth, wanting to speak, but he didn't know what to say.
The moonlight priest said lightly, "Go back. The elves never welcome outsiders."
Joelson couldn't help but frown.
He had thought that obtaining the spring of life would be difficult, but he didn't think that the other party didn't have any room for negotiation.
"Lord Moonlight Priest."
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64ce79d606107d003c23ea27", id: "pf-5140-1"})Bradley regained his usual calmness and performed an ancient etiquette. He said in a low voice, "My grandfather, Floror Bryant, once obtained a long-lasting friendship with the elves. We are friends of the elves."
"I remember that name," The Moonlight Priest said.
Bradley did not have time to show a happy expression, the moonlight priest continued, "But three hundred years have passed. Flauer Bryant has already exchanged his help to the elves for something of equal value. The Elves don't owe you anything, and the friendship has faded."
Bradley's face froze for a moment, and he said urgently, "Moonlight Priest, the spring of life is really important to us."
Rosalind, who had been silent all this time, suddenly knelt down to the moonlight priest and said sincerely, "Respected Moonlight Priest, please save our Father's life!"
Joelson sighed in his heart. He didn't expect that the siblings were also here for their father.
In this regard, he was somewhat similar to the two of them.
While he was thinking, Leas, who was beside Joelson, suddenly knelt down and pleaded, "Moonlight Priest, I also want to ask for a cup of Spring Water of Life from you, for..."
Leas stole a glance at Joelson and lowered her head.
The Moonlight Priest was silent.
After a while, she slowly said, "You guys come with me."
With that, she turned around and walked into the Tree of Life.
Everyone followed.
The space inside the Tree of Life was comparable to another world.
It was hard to imagine that the core of such a huge ancient tree was hollow.
Joelson suddenly understood why the Tree of Life did not grow upwards, but extended to both sides.
The hollow tree trunk could not support it to grow upwards, but it could allow it to expand like a small world.
The Moonlight Priest walked down the brown and yellow stairs, and everyone followed.
They walked all the way to the bottom of the Tree of Life.
The very thick roots of the tree were entrenched above and around everyone's heads.
Joelson saw an undulating mountain range with green flowers and plants growing on it.
The moonlight priest led everyone to the front of the small mountain.
A clear spring kept gushing out from the ground and seeped into the mountain range.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64cc9e79c7059f003e4ad4b0", id: "pf-5109-1"})"Spring Water of Life!" Bradley cried out in pleasant surprise.
Joelson also felt it.
The rich vitality of the spring kept spreading out.
Just by standing next to it, he felt that his whole body was very restrained, and it was indescribably relaxed and joyful.
"Lord Moonlight Priest, I only want one cup, one cup is enough!" Bradley pleaded excitedly.
The Moonlight Priest did not look at him.
Instead, she approached the hill and gently pressed her slender white hand on the mountain wall.
The silver-white light slowly seeped in, and Joelson heard her call out softly.
"Prophet."
The mountain range began to shake.
Everyone's faces were filled with shock, not knowing what had happened.
The next moment.
A ray of light lit up in the dark underground.
The grass and trees trembled as the petals and leaves fell.
A pair of huge and deep eyes slowly opened. The green eyes were like the purest emeralds.
Clear and bright.
It seemed to contain the vastness of the starry sky.
Everyone's hearts were filled with shock. They stood rooted to the ground.
Joelson was also stunned.
A vague outline.
Only then did he recognize it.
This wasn't a mountain range; it was a dragon!
A plant-type dragon that had lived in this world for who knew how long.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "663633fa8ebf7442f0652b33", id: "pf-8817-1"})A deep voice resounded in the underground space, reverberating.
"Michelia."
Her huge and deep eyes were filled with wisdom and vicissitudes.
"You're here."
"Prophet."
The Moonlight Priest respectfully saluted the plant-type dragon.
Michelia.
Joelson looked at the Moonlight Priest's perfect back and silently memorized this name.
His huge eyes slowly turned and landed on everyone.
"Are they here to seek the water of the Spring of Life?"
"Yes." The Moonlight Priest replied.
"I can see their pure hearts. Give it to them, Michelia."
The plant-type dragon was like a kind and old elder, causing admiration to arise in people's hearts.
Bradley and the others all had joyful expressions on their faces.
However, the Moonlight Priest shook her head firmly.
"No, Prophet."
"Sigh."
The plant-type dragon let out a long sigh.
In this short period of time, it seemed to have exhausted all of its accumulated energy and closed its eyes tiredly.
The Moonlight Priest turned around and faced everyone.
"You have received the recognition of the prophet, so you should be able to obtain the water of the Spring of Life, but I refuse."
"Why?!"
Bradley asked, unable to understand.
The Moonlight Priest said lightly, "Because if the water of the Spring of Life is given to you, the Elven race will forever lose their prophet."
"Five thousand years ago, the prophet brought the weak ancestors of the Elf clan to the Elf Forest. At that time, this place was not called the Elf Forest. The prophet brought us to settle down under the Tree of Life. Under its protection, the Elf clan was able to grow stronger and have today's situation."
