Ark, after I died, the operators began to love me

"I understand. The wood elves are not prepared, that's all."

Mike was ready to leave, but he didn't expect to receive an invitation from Zushu. If he were asked to make a choice again, he would not give Zushu face even if he came in person.

Muirseth felt guilty about what he was going through: "Doctor, it's all my fault."

Mike chuckled and said, "Are you ready to make it up to me?"

The water elf bit her lower lip gently. She had many ways to compensate Mike.

As she thought about it, the water elf actually blushed.

What on earth is she thinking about? How can she be thinking about those things at a time like this?

The three of them were divided into the front and the back, and their speed was not slow. They soon passed through a main road of the wood elves' residence.

Mike saw the tree houses along the way, which were still able to maintain their vitality and greenness in the cold winter. Perhaps this was the elves' method.

As the journey went deeper and deeper, he also noticed that there were elves watching around. Most of the elves cast curious glances at him, after all, they were guests of the ancestral tree.

For the wood elves who worship nature, the ancestral tree is their faith and support.

As they walked, the female elf in front stopped, and there was nothing in front.

Mike glanced over and couldn't see even a single elf. Right in front of them, a large tree growing in an open area stretched out its branches in all directions, like an umbrella.

What he found incredible was that the leaves of the big tree were not the slender needles unique to boreal zone trees, but normal leaves of temperate zone trees.

Is this also a special ability of the elves?

Muirseth bumped into Mike nervously. The last time she came to the wood elves' residence, she didn't see the ancestral tree, she just took a look at it from a distance. She didn't expect to be so lucky today.

"The ancestral tree is in front of the two guests. We cannot get close without the consent of the ancestral tree."

"It's okay, we can walk there by ourselves."

Mike took Muirseth's hand, walked in front, and pulled the water elf step by step towards the ancestral tree. Just by looking at it with his eyes, he felt a shock from the bottom of his heart.

He felt a surge of vitality, flowing like water.

This must be the reason why the wood elves can survive on the Sami Icefield. There is no other reason for this.

Maybe it was the influence of the elven blood. With every step closer, Muirseth felt an urge to worship from the bottom of her heart. If Mike hadn't held her hand, she would have probably knelt on the ground.

However, when Mike got closer, he found that there was not no one under the ancestral tree. A tall elf was standing under the tree with his back to them.

This elf has snow-white hair and wears a wreath woven from flowers and green leaves. If you don't look closely, the elf seems to be an element in the natural environment, making it difficult to tell whether it is a living creature.

Mike whispered, "Have you seen this elf?"

Muirseth was so frightened that he could not speak. He shook his head and stammered, "No, no, I have never seen it."

The person who met them under the ancestral tree must have a very high status in the elves, otherwise the ancestral tree would not have allowed him to watch.

"Feel sorry."

A soft voice came from the elf standing under the tree.

He turned around slowly, and the ancestral tree above his head swayed its branches gently, making a rustling sound.

This is a male elf with an extremely beautiful appearance.

Mike swore that he had never seen such a beautiful elf. Even the beautiful women of Rhodes Island pale in comparison to this elf.

His skin was as white as the purest snow on the Sami glaciers.

He has long, smooth hair that looks like willow branches when the ends hang down. If it weren't for politeness, Mike would like to ask, what brand of shampoo does he use?

What Mike could not ignore the most was that he had a pair of crystal clear blue eyes. If he had to describe them, Mike swore that only the deep sea south of Iberia could show such a magnificent color.

So when the elf said sorry, Mike's first reaction was not what mistake the other party had made, but what he owed.

This thought lasted only a brief moment before he broke free from his mental restraints.

But Muir Seth behind him kept saying, "No, no, we were too reckless."

A scary elf.

Mike reached out and patted Muirseth's shoulder. The water elf seemed to wake up from a dream, her eyes filled with confusion. She looked at the elf standing under the tree, then looked at Mike beside her, and seemed to understand something. She grabbed the doctor's sleeve and would not let go even if she died.

This was not a friendly start, but a silent test.

There was no way the wood elves would let them see the ancestral tree so easily. The mental attack just now was just a show of force.

How could Mike be the kind of person who wouldn't fight back when being bullied?

In an instant, a bright blue light flashed in his eyes. At this moment, the branches of the ancestral tree shook again, and several fallen leaves floated down from the sky and landed between the two people and the elf.

The "apology" that the elf said at the beginning should be the beginning of his test, and the ancestor tree's actions were to reconcile them.

The elf looked at the fallen leaves and nodded slightly: "Okay, since it is the request of the ancestral tree..."

He walked past Mike and Muirseth with light steps. As they passed by, the elf whispered, "You are very strong. You let me see a different landscape. The humans in this world have never regained their past glory, but you are an exception."

Mike said nothing, as if the other party did not exist, until the elf went away, he slowly let out a breath.

The balanced form is difficult to detect spiritual attacks. If it were An in human form, he would have resisted the moment the elf activated the spell. As for the demon form, forget it. He has no intention of turning against the wood elf for the time being, at least for the sake of Muerseth.

The water elf breathed a sigh of relief. Even though she was an idiot in combat, she should have understood what was happening. The other party was not friendly when it came to the matter of the ancestral tree.

At this moment, Mike still held Muirseth's hand and was unwilling to let go. They were like a couple going out for a walk, enjoying every moment of warmth.

"Doc, I think we're going to get attacked again when we leave here."

"You actually used the word assault?"

Mike looked at Miu Miu in surprise. The water elf returned to his usual demeanor, put his other hand on his waist and said, "Of course, don't underestimate me. My intuition is very sharp."

"Okay, I admit that you are right. The wood elves will not let us go easily. After all, we have seen the ancestral tree, and the ancestral tree does not allow them to eavesdrop on the conversation."

“It’s like a stranger comes into the house, and even though they don’t know them, the elders in the house tell everyone else to go out, leaving only the stranger to talk.”

"Your analogy is very appropriate, but I want to know what would happen if this happened in Colombia?"

"If it were me, I would definitely stay and listen. If I had any more questions, I would use my staff to drive the other person out."

"Excellent! We should not be assuming the same thing as others."

Mike sighed and came to the bottom of the ancestral tree. He now wanted to know what was so mysterious.

Unfortunately, he could not understand the language of the elves, and the ancestral tree just shook its branches gently.

Even for Morse code, the frequency is too low.

Muerseth said with both anger and amusement, "What's the point of just standing there? There is a simple way to communicate with the ancestral tree. Just stretch out your hand and put your palm against the trunk. Maybe you can hear the voice of the ancestral tree."

"Really? It's so amazing."

Mike was startled and hurried forward and put his palm on the tree trunk. In an instant, his eyes went dark and his vision rapidly expanded.

He seemed to see the veins in the trunk, long and thin lines woven into the growth rings of the ancestral tree.

In just a few seconds, my vision returned to me. The ancestral tree was still the same ancestral tree, and an emotionless voice came to my ears.

"Hello."

Mike quickly said, "Hello to you too."

"What just happened..."

"Ah, I understand. If the child at home is disobedient, it's okay. Just give him a beating and he'll be fine."

As soon as Mike finished speaking, Zushu fell into a long silence.

Perhaps such language is too difficult for a tree to understand.

In order to open the topic, Mike said, "You asked us to come here to tell us some news? About this land or about the Sami Icefield? I have to tell you that my ability is limited. If it's too troublesome, you can only ask someone else to help you."

Circumventing the previous topic, Zushu's voice came again: "So the guardian of this world has become like this?"

The expression on Mike's face froze for a moment, then quickly disappeared. He said with a stern face and a firm tone, "I am no longer the guardian of this world."

"Don't be surprised. I have seen your demeanor before, you powerful human warriors. I can feel that some changes have taken place in you. I want to know what happened to make you give up your mission and choose to be an ordinary person."

"You want to know my secret. Sorry, I'll give you this too. I don't know. I know nothing."

"is it?"

Zushu responded and fell silent again.

This time Mike did not take the initiative to bring up the topic. He turned to look at Muirseth next to him. The water elf also put her hands on the tree trunk, but the girl had a puzzled expression on her face and she didn't hear anything.

When Zu Shu communicated with Mike, he blocked her perception because some messages could not be delivered.

"What should I call you now? Guardian, or..."

"Don't use that name again. I don't want to hear it."

"Okay, that's the guardian. I forgot to tell you that this is not the first time you've met me. We've met like this several times before. Every time you make a change, what happens on the Sami Icefield will change. Whether it's good or bad, only you know."

"Is that all you want to say? I've gotten similar answers from Elki before. Unfortunately, I don't know what will happen next."

"Yes, this is also part of the plan. I only have one message for you."

"what?"

"If you want to save the Sami Icefield, if you want the world to have a new future, only Anma knows the answer."

97. You are! You are!

"Anma, the Sami beast master?"

"You are wrong. It is true that He is the Beast Master, but He is not Sammy's Beast Master."

Mike slowly closed his eyes and immersed himself in the illusion provided by the ancestral tree. Countless threads gathered together to weave into an immersive picture.

The majestic mountains stretch to the sky, the white snowfields are cut off here, and humans on the earth walk slowly like tiny ants. The wind blows up endless snowflakes, and the tiny humans hide behind the rocks for shelter.

In despair and cold, all one can do is hold on to clothes tightly and pray to God.

Pious or not, it doesn't matter.

A tall, white figure walked out of the wind and snow. He raised his head, revealing a pair of huge horns, and his hooves swept through the snow without leaving a trace. Like a disembodied ghost, he passed by the humans who were praying, and the wind and snow subsided.

When the humans struggled to walk out of the snow-covered tent, all they saw was His receding back.

Anma's love came quietly and left in a hurry.

"interesting."

Mike opened his eyes, and the azure light dissipated. When he looked at the ancestral tree again, he sighed, "I have seen similar concept incarnations, and I roughly understand what is going on. Sami's will allowed the wood elves to stay in this land, probably to allow you to become a carrier of information as well."

His palm left the tree trunk, and he could no longer hear the response from the ancestral tree. The content that followed no longer mattered.

Muirseth looked at the doctor in surprise, perhaps something had happened that she didn't know about.

"Perhaps the wood elves could be of use, but I don't need them. Your people don't treat my people very well, and you know what I mean. I only recognize favors from you. If you have anything, bring it out, or I'm leaving."

Is this still possible?

The water elves had never thought of negotiating terms with the ancestral tree of the wood elves, but for the doctor, it seemed nothing was impossible.

In front of the two people, the ancestral tree shook its branches again, and three new green leaves lightly fell in front of Muirses. The water elf was flattered and quickly reached out to catch them, keeping them as if they were treasures.

Mike pinched his chin, shifted his gaze from Muirseth to the ancestral tree, and couldn't help laughing: "It's not worth it to make amends for your people. We don't like people debating for us in the future, nor do we like people erecting statues. They will be torn down anyway. You made me recall some of the past that I have forgotten."

The branches are shaking and the shadows of the trees are swaying.

"Okay, okay, no need to recall the past. I don't remember many things in the past."

Mike comforted the ancestral tree and looked back at the road they came from: "Let's go out now. Your tribesman should still be waiting outside. Do you need me to teach him a lesson? You also know that the wood elves depended on humans a long time ago, and there is only one of us in the entire elf race. Forget it, you don't have to answer me, I will definitely help you with this."

At this time, Muirseth's eyes were already full of stars. The doctor seemed to have said a lot of powerful words, but unfortunately she could only understand a limited part of them.

"Shall we go back?"

"now?"

"Of course. We've been away for so long, the research station must be getting anxious. Expect to be interrogated carefully when you return."

The water elf shrank his shoulders: "How can this be? I didn't do anything..."

"Will it work if you say that? Or do you hope that something will happen? Make the fake become real?"

Muirseth blushed. She wanted to say yes, but she didn't dare to say it.

Even though she is Colombian, she still hopes Mike can be more proactive in these matters.