When he came to Ruth, he asked her questions.

"Because of the dagger stuck in her body, Miss, she fell into a deep sleep—"

"Well... this is indeed a strange symptom. Is her physical condition okay?"

"For the time being, there is no trauma, but the dagger has not been removed from her..."

Doyle pointed at the dagger with his crutch and confirmed to the two around him.

"A dagger? Is that the one that can't be fucked from the chest?"

"Yes……"

Doyle was deeply curious about the dagger Ruth was referring to.

——What is it that can make the vampire queen with powerful healing power fall asleep for such a long time?

"..."

Doyle was still on crutches and limped to the bedside.

He looked carefully at the dagger stuck in his chest.

There seems to be some text on the dagger.

Just as he was about to touch, Ruth warned him.

"Don't... don't touch that dagger, that dagger will..."

"Guuu..."

I'm just halfway through

At the same time Doyle's fingertips touched the dagger, the electric light directly deflected his fingers.

Marcy stepped forward and helped him up.

Then she gave Ruth a look and said so.

"If it doesn't work, we can only force us to remove it. Old man, you should hide away first."

"Sure enough, it's the same as the old man speculated..."

Doyle looked at the dagger, and the idea of ​​giving the dagger to ** appeared in his head.

He was muttering something silently in his mouth.

Green light surrounds his hands

"Have you not learned your lesson yet? Didn't you just suffer a loss!?"

Marcy warned him so, but an unexpected thing happened

Doyle actually used the palm wrapped in green light to directly pull out the dagger.

"—what's the matter?"

"Don't worry, Her Majesty will be fine in a while..."

"Why did you pull the dagger without getting hurt!?"

Ruth asked him anxiously, but Doyle raised his head mysteriously.

Doyle directly picked up the dagger and observed it meticulously through the sunlight.

"If I guessed correctly, this should be a dagger made from the branches of a tree that was still on this island at that time. If the old man guessed correctly, the name of the tree should be called Shenmu..."

"Shenmu?"

"Ah, what we commonly call the World Tree—"

Doyle explained to Ruth that their name was the World Tree.

The name of the elves is Shenmu, which is different.

"world Tree?"

"That's right, the sacred tree that has grown in the elves' realm since ancient times is a treasure tree for elves. It's just that this sacred tree disappeared inexplicably many years ago. Because of this, the elves can't get the gods. The grace of the tree."

It was because of this that the elves gradually became weaker.

In the end, he couldn't even protect his territory like this.

"About this broken sacred tree, plus the book records in the original palace of the elves, it should be made by the ancestors of the elves based on the broken wood on the sacred tree a long time ago. The secret about the world tree is still To intensify the investigation, such as why its bounty is only given to the elves? Why does it disappear mysteriously again?"

"Even these have so much knowledge?"

"That's right, we still don't understand the race of elves. Why do they have such delicious blood? Why do royals with a blood-scented physique appear? There is one more important thing - why does Shenmu have a general Hiss? Lord Ti - Her Majesty, who inherited the blood of the ancestors of the blood race, has it been sealed?"

- Countless mysteries stretched infinitely in the old man's mind.

The last question is crucial for vampires.

Her Majesty, with the blood of the ancestor Cain, should have invincible power.

However, why is she still defeated by this wooden dagger?

If you don't understand this problem, I'm afraid there will be a series of things that will happen next.

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