339 Elven Synchronized Intellect Nation

While sacrificing Marni as an offering was a path of research, Edward was much more interested in what the undead elf had been murmuring repeatedly for some time now.

The words were so unintelligible that Edward couldn't understand what it was saying at all.

But if there was anyone who would understand those words, it would undoubtedly be the wood elf elders sent here to help. After all, the wood elves claimed that they were the closest thing to a proper descendant for the high elves compared to the other elves, and it was equally likely that one of the elders turned out to be a great-grandchild of the undead high elf over there…

"What were the words?" The wood elf elders quickly asked—they understood Edward's intention and naturally were not denying him.