Withered vines draped over the decaying wooden buildings, and the whole ruins were frozen with dullness that was left unattended for a long time.

Alger and several sailors turned a small circle in the ruins in the winter withered environment, but still found nothing valuable.

"Captain, there have been batches of adventurers here, what else can we leave?" Finally, a sailor in his thirties broke his silence with patience.

This resonated with the rest of the companions, and echoed:

"We didn't spend much time inquiring about the place, and others would definitely find it easily."

"Yes, yes, continue to work with Fassacs!"

"Captain, do you want to make this a stronghold?"

Alger swiped slowly, letting the sailors stop complaining in his eyes and chose to obey.

After a few seconds of silence, he said:

"I intend to use it to ambush the Fassac.

"Let's look at the terrain first to see if it's appropriate."

With such an excuse, the sailors reluctantly roused, and the group quickly entered the depths of the elven ruins.

Walking and walking, Alger's inspiration suddenly touched, and he turned his head to the back of a giant tree subconsciously.

The dirt there was a little tumbling, and it wouldn't be more than a year.

Alger looked away, pretending not to find any problems, and naturally looked elsewhere.

After exploring the elven ruins, they returned to the new camp.

At this time, it was almost evening, and the forest was getting colder and colder. After dinner, Alger and the sailors left two patrolmen, each entering a different tent.

The howling wind blew through the trees, blowing the bonfire swaying. Alger, who had the intention to leave the camp at midnight, suddenly heard the sound of a distant song coming from afar.

The song was ethereal and empty, like a lady whispering slowly, telling her inner worries.

This made Alger unconsciously recall the past, recall his mother who had passed away for many years, recall the childhood of being bullied.

Unspeakable sorrow rushed into his heart uncontrollably, so that he did not immediately wake up, but waited for a few seconds before turning sharply to sit up, frowning deeply, and listening to his ears.

This time, he didn't hear anything, the melodious singing never seemed to appear.

Alger narrowed his eyes, grabbed his thick jacket, put it on, walked out of the tent, and came to the campfire.

The two sailors in charge of the night had just finished a round of patrol and were drawing warmth there.

"Is there anything unusual?" Alger asked in a deep voice.

Two powerful sailors shook their heads at the same time:

"No."

Alger relaxed his brow, turned his body, and planned to go around on his own.

Just then, Yu Guang stared at a situation:

The two sailors were too close.

If it is an ordinary pirate, this is not a problem, but Alger is a sailor who has received formal training from the Storm Church. He must know that in this environment, patrolmen must maintain a certain distance, not far or close. You should be able to see your companions and prevent them from being taken away at the same time by an attack.

Alger took two steps indifferently, looking back inadvertently and asking:

"Did you find anything normal?"

He changed the question just now, making it very strange.

The two strong and strong sailors shook their heads in sequence, answering with the same expression:

"No."

No ... Al-Jie bowed his head gently with a look of relief:

"well."

He turned around and walked slowly into his tent.

As soon as the gazes from the sailors were cut off, Alger suddenly pulled out the "Poisonous Blade" and "Garkin" and opened his mouth in preparation for a song.

Just then, the eerie sorrowful voice just appeared again, echoed to Alger's ear, and pierced his spirit.

This is an unusually old ballad that sings the ultimate sadness and melancholy, so that Alger's spirit seems to grow a pale and vain arm, constantly tearing himself.

Alger's expression was distorted, and the surface of the skin was extruded with smooth and light black fish scales, and the messy dark blue hair stood up one after another, all becoming extremely stout.

The idea of ​​the existence in his mind was disturbed by the song, interrupted by the pain, and could no longer take shape.

Alger fell down, struggling on the ground, wriggling, less and less like a human, and about to lose control.

Suddenly the song stopped, and a slightly indifferent voice passed into Alger's ear:

"There are some Elven Bloodlines ...

"That's it, take advantage of Shattrath's extraordinary properties."

Alger slowly climbed up with cold sweat on his forehead, only to see when there was an extra figure in the tent.

This is a woman with black hair, exquisite facial features, slightly pointed ears, drowsy eyes, soft contour lines, and wearing a retro and simple long dress. Even if there is no advantage in height, it still gives a condescending feel.

"... Are you the elven queen, 'Scourge Queen', Goshenam?" Alger asked with a flash of thought.

The woman played with a beautifully patterned gold wine glass and said blandly:

"Don't you already see me?"

Alger remembered a similar song heard on the island of Pasu. He remembered entering a coral palace under the sea and seeing a higher elf in a dream.

"You are still alive." Alger said lowly after a few seconds of silence.

At the same time, he quietly recited the honorable name of Mr. "Fool" in his heart, but did not know if it was useless to pronounce his voice.

The dark-haired woman turned into a tall girl responded unchanged:

"An angel can hardly fall without encountering the enemy."

"Then why do you still want to separate the characteristics to keep yourself in a strange state and have to wait for an opportunity to be resurrected?" time.

The elven woman who was suspected of the "Scourge Queen" Goshenam hummed:

"Because of the storm's throne being occupied by Leodoro, I can't resist the tyrant.

"Also, there are fewer and fewer elves, and my anchors are getting unstable."

Others may not know who Leodoro is, but Alger knows very well that he is afraid to continue this topic in the real world.

Just when he wanted to ask what the purpose of the Scourge Queen Goshenam was here, the elf queen took the initiative to say:

"Do you want to be a demigod?"

He wants to resurrect by my body? Does He want to erode me with the promotion sequence 4 and gaining divinity? At the same time that Alger was feeling a little bit, questions came to mind.

Considering that Mr. Fool can purify all kinds of pollution, Alger keenly felt that this was an opportunity.

This reminded him of a term that Emperor Russell once suggested:

Sugar-coated shells!

Now he has the possibility to swallow the sugar coating and throw back the shells.

"What do you want me to do?" Alger didn't act too eagerly, asking questions based on his character.

"Scourge Queen" Goshenam examined him for a few seconds and said:

"When you have the qualification and opportunity to contact the Book of Scourge, take an item from it that others would not notice and take it to the West."

Westland ... the hometown of the elves in the legend? Alger frowned slightly:

"Isn't the western continent already gone?"

Goshenam said slightly:

"Since it disappears, it will reappear.

"When the end is coming, it will surely reappear."

Without waiting for Alger, the elven queen paused:

"You can't send that thing to the West mainland yourself, but you must entrust a trustworthy person. Although I'm not good at cursing, I can still let you die in pain after breaking the agreement."

"But what if the western continent does not reappear, or is unable to enter?" Alger thought for a moment.

Goshenam's eyes with soft hair and soft facial features were let go, and it seemed to fall into some good memories.

After a few seconds, she spoke gently:

"If it doesn't really recur, then the agreement is void.

"You may really need a spell or password to enter the West Continent, but I don't know what it is, but you can ask someone to exist."

"Which one?" Alger asked questioningly.

Goshenam glanced at him and said coldly:

"The Mr. Fool you recited in your heart.

"I have a hunch that He is the key to whether this thing can be done."

Alger's heart sank, and he lowered his head and responded:

"I understand."

When the Scourge Queen Goshenam saw this, she nodded softly:

"If you wish to become a demigod, fulfill this promise and wait for the sun to rise and go to that elf ruin."

After the sound dropped, the figure of the elven queen quickly dissipated, like the illusion often seen in the sea and the desert.

Alger opened his eyes sharply and found himself lying in the tent, just waking up.

His memory was a bit confusing, but he quickly straightened out the relationship:

He and his sailors had just inquired about an elven relic, and when they came near, they had time to explore.

The previous "exploration", singing, sailor abnormality, "natural disaster" appearance and dialogue and exchange are all just a dream!

No wonder I was so careless ... I knew I might encounter the "Scourge Queen", but didn't pray to Mr. "Fool" in advance ... "The Scourge Queen" made this real dream relying on the angelic personality? Or, she holds the corresponding seal, and even if she exists in a special state, she can borrow power? Alger listened to the movement outside the tent and found that everything was normal.

He immediately sat down and prayed reverently to Mr. Fool.

In just twenty or thirty seconds, Alger came to the mist and saw Mr. Fool sitting at the top of the mottled table.

"Have you seen Goshenam?" Kline, the "Fool", said haphazardly after saying hello to the "Inverted"

"Upside down" Alger replied rigorously:

"Yes, but I'm not sure it's the Elven Queen."