Chapter 257
Chromie propped his forehead on his hand as he sat up. His vision was completely dark, the fake eye had already disappeared from his vision.
In other words, he was now completely blind.
"You're awake" a voice called out, causing Chromie to become cautious.
"You trespassed into the territory of the White Blaze Flower, their scent is enough to cause all living beings to faint" the voice didn't mind Chromie's vigilance, instead, it was busy stirring something up, making various noises.
"Elvish?" Hearing this unfamiliar yet familiar language, Chromie awkwardly asked: "You were the one who saved me?"
"You should thank the elvish bloodline in your body, otherwise, I would've gone mad to save a stalk of grass" the voice softly replied.
"Elvish bloodline …" even though he had already expected this, Chromie still found it hard to accept. If he wasn't mistaken, the so-called elvish bloodline should be the blood of evil.
"Regardless, I still have to thank you" Chromie thanked him with half-baked elvish, then heard the elvish fellow approaching him.
If Chromie still had a sense of smell, he would definitely be able to smell the scent of the herb.
"Drink it, your body is too exhausted" the elf's voice was extremely firm, causing Chromie to feel like he would become enemies if he didn't drink it.
Furthermore, he really did feel weak, so he took a round bowl, slowly placed it by his mouth and drank it without hesitation.
He was currently in a very bad state. Earlier, he had fainted for no reason, his fake eye had also been taken off, and when he searched around, he found that the Tome of Sacrifice wasn't by his side. Without that book, he couldn't instantly cast the Sacrificial Magic.
It could be said that he was currently under the other party's complete control. If the other party wanted to harm him, he couldn't resist. If that was the case, he might as well obediently listen to the other party's arrangements, that would be beneficial to him.
As the boiling hot liquid flowed down his throat, it tasted a bit bitter, as well as a hint of blood, but after swallowing it, there was a sweet fragrance in his mouth.
A feeling of coming back to life appeared in Chromie's heart.
"Very good, tell me about the situation outside" the elf's voice sounded extremely tired.
Chromie didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that after drinking the potion, the elf's impression of him became better. At the very least, she wasn't as aggressive when she spoke.
Chromie selectively explained the situation outside, hiding the fact that he was currently working for the Sun Shadow church. After all, the elves had displayed a deep hatred towards humans, especially the seven churches.
"Has the world outside already become that bunch of dust weeds?" The elf gnashed his teeth and muttered to himself. He seemed to hate and despise humans. He called humans dust grass, meaning that humans were dust weeds.
"Weren't the elves also slaughtered to near extinction by the humans?" Of course, Chromie only dared to think about this in his mind.
"You can call me Pernod" the elf told Chromie his name, then began to explain the situation of the elven ruins.
Thousands of years ago, when the Elven City sank into the ground, the Elven Mother Tree also withered not long after. This caused the Elves to fall into fear because the Elven Mother Tree was the core of the Elves.
The Elven Mother Tree was a branch of the Moon Tree, which supported a mana network. As long as they were within this mana network, every elf would be able to use mana to cast spells and use mana to create food. In other words, as long as the Elven Mother Tree didn't wither, the elves would be able to continue living here.
The withering of the Elven Mother Tree caused the elven city to collapse. Some of the elves experienced mana addiction, their bodies manifesting an extreme dependence on mana.
This was the Moon Tree's method of controlling the elven race. The will of the world and the living beings within the world were mutually dependent, but also wary of each other.
Some of the living beings weren't satisfied with being controlled by the will of the world, while the will of the world was also worried that some of the living beings would become too powerful and escape the control of the world, taking away a large amount of the world's resources.
For this reason, the majority of the elven race relied heavily on the mana provided by the Moon Tree. When there was sufficient mana, there would naturally be no issues, but if they betrayed the Moon Tree, they would fall into the suffering of mana addiction.
But unexpectedly, after the Elven branch of the Moon Tree withered, the elves in the city fell into a desperate situation.
They no longer dared to use the mana that was temporarily stored in their bodies and struggled to survive underground. However, something even more despairing happened. Their crops also began to wither in the underground environment. There wasn't enough food.
They didn't dare to leave the city and return to the surface. It was at the height of the war, the people of the seven Gods Church were madly searching for elves, and if they were discovered, the entire city would be slaughtered.
The Wise One of the city proposed to develop crops that could adapt to the underground environment, but this development required mana, so a portion of the elven death row prisoners were used as a source of mana.
The great crop development didn't happen too quickly, so things slowly slid into the abyss.
Some elves, under the temptation of hunger and mana, ate some of the elven death row prisoners, but there weren't too many death row prisoners. After that, all criminals, even those who were only sentenced to imprisonment, were used as experimental materials and food. At the same time, the standard of being judged as a criminal became lower and lower, even the slightest noise at night that disturbed the residents was treated as an unforgivable crime.
In the end, the order of the entire city completely collapsed. The Elves were used to eating their own kind, and the excuse of being criminals was no longer taken seriously. They hunted their own kind wantonly, and civilization no longer existed. Almost all the Elves became wild beasts.
As a result, even after the underground crops were successfully researched, the elves no longer cared about them. In the dim underground, they had already lost all rationality. The monsters outside right now were evolved from those elves, which Pernod called Gluttonous Demon Ghosts.
"Then, Pernod" Chromie paused briefly, then asked: "Who are you?"
"I am a sinner." Pernod went silent for a while, then spoke with a hoarse voice: "At first, I was the one who suggested using death row prisoners as mana sources. I opened the entrance to the Abyss and brought sin into the human realm"
Chromie's lips twitched. If Pernod wasn't lying, that meant he had lived for several thousand years. Compared to humans who only had a short lifespan of a few hundred years, elves were truly long-lived.
Of course, there was also the possibility that Pernod had obtained some sort of ability or item that could prolong his lifespan. After all, Pernod was the one who suggested that at the time, which meant that Pernod already had a certain amount of authority at the time. In other words, Pernod was already a certain age at the time, which combined with the several thousand years he had lived, even an elf would seem a bit exaggerated.
"Furthermore, the thing you drank will stimulate the awakening of your elven bloodline. Although it won't turn you completely into an elf, it will at least make you a half-elf. Don't worry, I've added something special to it, the curse in your bloodline won't work" Pernod's sudden reminder caused Chromie to freeze.
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