Galadriel couldn't believe it anyway, but when the priest took him to Qiao Nan, he could only believe his own eyes.

Even though he was protected by holy water, the dark aura on Qiao Nan continued to erode the chain fixed on him.

He knows this chain, which is exactly the same as the chains and hooks on his body, which can absorb demonic energy and keep his senses.

It definitely doesn't feel good to be entangled in this thing, Galadriel has been trapped in this chain for nearly ten years.

In the past ten years, the rubbed flesh could not be combined, and could only be slightly scabbed and then rubbed again, leaving irreversible scars on his shoulders, shoulder blades, and wrists. It was a deep scar that couldn't be removed even by magic.

Now this chain is wrapped around His Majesty's body, and we can only watch it grind crimson bloodstains on His Majesty's body little by little.

Galadriel wanted to pass, but his hand was pulled by the elves, and he had no way to pass, and could only watch His Majesty endure the pain from a distance across the barrier.

He didn't cry when he was tortured by holy water, and he didn't feel sad when he was denied, but when he saw His Majesty endure pain because of himself, he couldn't help shedding tears.

How can we save His Majesty? How can make His Majesty change back to the way he was?

Until he was brought back to the place where he was imprisoned, Galadriel was still thinking about how to save His Majesty.

He was locked in the depths of the clan again, the hook and holy water fell on him again, and the things that he felt painful at this time became indifferent.

He couldn't even feel the pain in his body, and his mind was full of Qiao Nan.

Would your Majesty get better if he died?

It was because of seeing Qiao Nan that Galadriel realized that his memory was actually incomplete.

At that time, he fell into a mania, but in his memory, there was actually about the experience of that day.

He also remembered every detail, and also remembered how His Majesty, in order to protect himself, was besieged by other elves in front of him, and was almost killed.

And not only did he not appreciate it, he also stabbed the other side with a knife.

Looking at His Majesty with disbelief in his eyes, he slowly fell in front of him.

How could I forget myself? It was you who made Your Majesty become what he is now!

Galadriel gripped her hair in pain, and was about to pull several strands of her beautiful long black hair.

It was only then that Galadriel's consciousness was finally destroyed.

"What can I do to save Your Majesty." At that time, Galadriel had only one thought in his mind, and the priest's answer was clearly remembered in his mind.

Suicide, then dedicate yourself to the mother tree, and let the mother tree forgive His Majesty, so that His Majesty can cleanse the darkness in his body and become the beloved King known to all.

Was Galadriel's first thought when he heard about the solution, that it was so simple?

You can save Your Majesty as long as you die, right?

If I had known earlier, could His Majesty have escaped from the sea of ​​suffering earlier?

Obviously his mind is not clear, but Galadriel can still feel that when he made this decision, there is no outsider inducing factors, and he is willing to do it himself.

All this started because of oneself. Since it was because of oneself that it became like this, then all of this should be ended by oneself.

Whether it is to restore the normality of the elves, or to wake up His Majesty again, it is his responsibility.

If His Majesty wakes up and finds that the elves are back on the original track again, will he feel useful?

Galadriel told the high priest of his decision, and decided to give everything he had to pray for everything to be put in its place.

The priest readily agreed, and did not stop there. He immediately prepared the materials and venues needed for the sacrificial ceremony, so he took Galadriel and went to the elf mother tree in the evening of the second day. the holy place.

The entire elves are here.

They wanted to see Galadriel die, and they wanted to see the culprit atonement.

Although death was imminent, Galadriel was very calm. He held the dagger in his hand, looked at the huge golden tree standing above the sky, and slowly made his wish.

He hoped that His Majesty would wake up and that he could get everything back on track.

I hope there is no more myself in this world.

I also hope that without me, the elves can get back on track again.

He felt that everything he did was meaningful, not insignificant.

Galadriel firmly and steadily inserted the dagger into his heart. He could feel the icy blade slowly pierce his skin and plunge into his heart. He could even feel his heart being pierced by the dagger one by one. The point is broken.

It was cold, but he felt warm again.

This is a kind of psychological warmth, as long as he thinks that His Majesty will not die, he can give up everything.

Maybe in the eyes of others, his behavior is nothing but meaningless, but only Galadriel himself understands.

He knew what he was doing was meaningful.

He loves His Majesty and hopes that His Majesty can live, smile forever, touch his head, take him out to play, and go out to others for himself, but His Majesty is because of himself...

Boom.

Galadriel was pulled out of his memory by the sound, he looked towards the place where the sound came from, Norman put the porcelain spoon on the small plate, he was smiling apologetically at Galadriel: "Have you bothered you? Seeing how serious you are, you didn't speak."

"I will find a suitable opportunity to go." Galadriel hesitated for two seconds, but agreed.

He is still alive and has become what His Majesty hoped, so he will not fail His Majesty.