Walking through the woods is a novel experience, especially for Shelley and Sokka. The green leaves are just within reach, and the white flowers blooming on them are clearly exuding a faint fragrance.

All building materials here come from nature, especially trees. Whether it is the platform built on the big tree, the stairs built around the trunk or the materials used to make ropes, they are all provided by the plants here. Only the weapons used by the elves come from the bottom of the lake outside Heather and are smelted with ores that have been soaked in holy water for many years.

"Friends, mage, our respected queen can only invite you to see you tomorrow. Please rest here today and wash away the dust from your body." The elf accompanying Vincent said: "In the evening, please taste our elf's meal. If there is anything else For special requests, just follow the path from the door to our gathering place. Every elf living here would be honored to help."

"Thank you." The mage said, "I really can't think of anything else I can ask for."

Sokka reached out from behind Shelley's shoulder, tugged on the hood of Vincent's robe, and said with a blushing face, "Brother Vincent, can you give me some fruit to eat..."

The mage smiled at the elf: "Friend, can you bring our little one some of her favorite fruits?"

"Of course there is no problem." The elves walked backwards and left the room prepared for the mages: "We will be ready soon."

The door curtain of the room was closed, and only the three mages stayed in the tree house. Except for temples and some very important places, elves' houses do not have doors. A blue or green door curtain decorated with white thread is the only barrier between this place and the outside world.

The little angel is no longer dizzy now , jumps off Shelley's back, and wanders around the room happily. The windows here just avoid the dense leaves, and the beautiful landscape on the lake and the bright red colors of the sunset drift in with the refreshing breeze. The decoration inside is very simple, with three hammocks lying on one side of the room, and soft cushions piled on the white fur blankets . Their placement looks casual but not messy. An incense burner emitted curls of green smoke, and the aroma of various flowers and plants filled the room.

Shelley looked at the entire room carefully, not missing every corner. The mage watched her actions silently. The female drow also noticed Vincent's gaze and seemed to feel a little embarrassed. She asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"There's nothing important," the mage said. "Just some meaningless guesses."

"Guess?" Shelley said: "Even if it is a guess, as long as you think about it, it is probably very close to the truth."

"Although this is a compliment, I don't hope that this speculation is really close to the truth." Vincent said: "Speaking of this room, this is used to receive distinguished guests. Generally speaking, when other elven tribes or This room will only be used when very important guests arrive. We just came here by chance and did not inform Her Majesty the Queen in advance. But we were still arranged in this room..."

"What does this mean?" Shelley asked.

"According to my deduction, there are only two possibilities. First, it is related to my identity as a mage. The Elf Queen may want to communicate with the Mage Association; second, it is related to the battle that happened here some time ago." Vincent said lowly He said: "I don't quite believe that the noble Elf Queen suddenly wants to deal with the arrogant mages. This is inconsistent with the independent style of the elves. Therefore, it is very likely that it was the battle not long ago."

"What's so scary about fighting?" Shelley licked her lips: "I've taken good care of Sokka. With your strength, are you still afraid of fighting?"

"Actually, I always want to avoid fighting." The mage put the powerful staff aside and sat on the hanging chair next to the incense burner: "Magic is not used to fight and kill ."

"But when it comes to creating death, there is no one more powerful than a mage." Shelley said: "Even the dark elves, when they entered the underground, it was the battle that fell on them, which created this race. When fighting cannot Don’t you know how to use magic to avoid it?”

Vincent closed his eyes and fell into meditation, and did not continue to discuss this topic.

When night fell, the news that the mage Vincent came to Heather spread throughout the Elven Holy Mountain. In the long lives of elves, they will always miss those memories that can be preserved for a long time, and friendship is one of them. The mage Vincent has made friends with these elves many years ago, and it is naturally a happy thing to be able to meet them again.

There were not many visitors to Salantir, and even fewer who were able to enter Heather. If the bards all over the continent of Blasares could see this holy mountain from a distance, they would be able to inspire endless inspiration and write beautiful poems. These romantic poets would even agree to give fifty years of their lives in exchange for letting them into Heather. As an elf who also loves beautiful music, he will not easily let others enter this forest, let alone other outsiders. Vincent was able to enter this land after helping the elves do a lot of work. As a rare visitor, the arrival of the mage is something that makes all the elves happy.

That night, many elves came to visit. However, since Vincent closed the door curtain and did not lift it, no visitors entered the room. Although there is no door here, you can come and go freely with just a slight lift of your hand, but the closed curtain indicates that the owner here needs to rest and please do not disturb. The visiting elves left a few fruits they picked at the door to show that they had been there, and then quietly turned around and left. They have infinite lives at their disposal, and a short wait is nothing.

In this way, the happiest person is little Sokka. She listened intently to the footsteps outside. As soon as the visiting elf left, she secretly stretched out her hand from the side of the door curtain, quickly grabbed a piece of fruit, and ate it happily in the room.

The elves lit up lights in their rooms, and the special candles emitted silvery-white light, which was the color of the bright moon in the sky, but flickered like starlight. The light of these candles is dotted all over the holy land, like beautiful stars hanging in a dense forest. The palace of the elves has turned as white as the moon as the night falls. Heather completely transformed into another night sky, another world.

It started to rain lightly in the sky, and the raindrops like thin lines hit the leaves, making a faint knocking sound. The songs of the elves came out in the rainy night, and they were singing about the rain that nourished everything. The rhythm of the music and the sound of falling rain did not weaken it, but could be transmitted to far away places. The entire Elf Kingdom can hear the singing coming from here, and any place with rain will not be ignored. Even residents living on the border of Salantir can faintly appreciate this beautiful music in the quiet night. They call it the "Rainy Night Prayer of the Elves."

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The three people in the room were quietly listening to the singing outside. This was a kind of beautiful music that could be appreciated without understanding Elvish . Soka held the apple in her mouth, but forgot to chew it. She was completely immersed in the melody outside; Shelley closed her eyes and remained motionless. No one knew where her thoughts were drifting.

As the moon climbed higher and higher, the music gradually weakened, disappearing among the dense ancient trees with hypnotic notes. Vincent carried Sokka and Shelley to the hammock, covered them with gauze made by the elves to resist the night humidity, and then left the room alone.

When he opened the door curtain, he saw the person he expected to appear. Elf Queen Hernfangrui was standing quietly on the platform outside the house. Just like the last time we met, the Elf Queen is wearing a pure white robe, so simple that there is no decoration. Only when you stare carefully can you find some silver thread sewn on her cuffs - but in front of her holy appearance , you will feel that staring at the Queen is a very impolite behavior. Wearing a simple small crown on her golden hair, it was a crown carved from a part of the branches of the white tree here. It did not need to be decorated with various gems like a human crown to show its beauty. Time has left no trace on her face. No one can tell the queen's exact age. Only legends say that she, like this holy land, has existed in this world long before other living beings. Her smooth skin is like that of a baby, and it is like the lake water outside the holy land that is full of spiritual power, but no one would think that face is full of childishness. The reason is the queen's eyes. The deep turquoise eyes are like ancient pools with no bottom, full of memories of years and traces of time. It records tens of millions of years of past events and can also see through the fog of the future.

"Salute to you, the great elf queen." Vincent paid respect to the elf in front of him. He did not use the mage's etiquette, but used the greetings from his hometown. The mage's etiquette is always full of endless pride, but it seems very out of place in front of the "Master of Time".

"Welcome, my friend." The Queen nodded slightly. She moved half a step to the side, slid her right hand across the arc, and made a "please" gesture, but did not speak again.

The two people walked towards the depths of the dense forest. They met no other elves along the way, only the rustling of leaves accompanied them. The road under his feet seemed slippery after the light rain, but Vincent knew that before the first ray of dawn arrived, the dew from the sky would be completely absorbed by the sacred forest and nourish the land.

The Queen stopped in front of a green fence. She waved her hand gently, and the vines in front of her automatically moved out of the way. A floating staircase came over and stopped in front of them.

"Are we going to the 'Secret Realm'?" Vincent asked in confusion: "Outsiders are not allowed to enter there."

The Queen did not speak, but just stepped up the transparent steps. But the smile on her face and the meaning in her eyes encouraged the mage to follow.

Vincent also set foot on this air passage full of doubts.

The so-called 'secret place' is at the top of a withered tree, which is also the only dead plant in the holy place. However, the elves believe that this big tree supports the 'secret realm' with its own life, so it no longer has the energy to spread its branches and leaves. It is a perfect manifestation of self-sacrifice. Under this tree, countless poems full of praise and sorrow were composed and then spread to other countries.

Since there is no tree canopy, you can see the bright night sky with stars dotted there when you look up from here. The moonlight seemed to be focused, making the place look white. At the top of the tree far away from the ground, there is a huge stone pillar. It protrudes from the center of the trunk and stands in front of the mage.

This is one of the elves' artifacts, called the "Time and Space Beacon". It is here that the queen of the elves casts her prophetic spells to divine the future.

"Vincent, my friend, do you see the problem with this artifact?" Queen Hernfangrui stopped in front of the stone pillar and said to the mage.

Vincent used the Eye of Insight and carefully studied the things in front of him . In his eyes, only the queen of the elves had not changed at all. Even the power of insight could not spy on her situation. However, the "Time and Space Beacon" revealed its true appearance under the gaze of the pair of black eyes, with dense magic arrays all over the stone pillar.

There is no damage to the entire artifact, and everything is very complete. But Vincent immediately discovered something was wrong: the artifact that was supposed to be filled with magical power was now as lifeless as an ordinary stone, showing no signs of activity.

Seemingly observing the change in the expression on Vincent's face, the Queen said: "As you have discovered, this artifact has lost its function, and the prophecy ability of our elves has also been greatly affected. Now, the future has closed the window to us , like other races, we are surrounded by misty fog, and the road under our feet is no longer clearly visible."

"Yes, Her Majesty the Queen." Vincent said: "This will have a huge impact. If there is anything I can do to help, I will continue to help my elf friends."

"Thank you for your kindness, it is as warm and intoxicating as the morning sun." The Queen said: "Before the time and space beacon failed, I cast a prophetic spell, hoping to find the way the elves should move forward. Great Goddess Muennia bless you, the prophecy of that time clearly revealed a lot of information.”

"Your Majesty the Queen, using too many prophecy spells is a huge drain on your body, and may even affect the strength of the entire elves. Please think twice before you act." Vincent said: "My mentor Ka Suo is... Health is destroyed by using oracle spells.”

"I also understand this, Mr. Vincent, but I am willing to bear this kind of harm." The Queen said slowly: "In that prophecy, I saw terrible things, darkness, endless darkness enveloped the entire place. The earth, even this holy land, is not immune."

The Elf Queen put her hands on the stone pillars, as if using the power of the artifact to support her body. She closed her eyes, as if she didn't want to see the scene she encountered then. But her words did not stop, she was still pouring out everything she had seen like a stream.

"Countless lives disappeared in the darkness, and ancient and splendid traditions were reduced to ashes in the black flames. It seemed that all hope was lost, and all that was left was to wait for the final doom. I concentrated on looking for light in the darkness, even if it was Don't let go of the faintest hope." She exhaled slowly and continued: "In the far north, even in a place that the orcs cannot reach, there is a faint light. It is a half-man The elf man is the descendant of elves and humans. Around him, darkness cannot get close; and on his way forward, light will disperse the dense fog."

"You mean, a savior appeared in the prophecy?" Vincent frowned. He is also a mage who is proficient in prophecy. Although he does not usually use this type of magic, his mentor Ka Suo taught him everything.

"If you think so, it coincides with my thoughts." The Queen said: "After that, I predicted your arrival and other things. But the scene became blurry and blurred until it disappeared. . The beacon of time and space then revealed nothing more, it blinded me."

"When did this artifact lose its function?" Vincent asked.

"About four months ago, the time and space beacon lost all power."

Vincent calculated in his mind that that was when he was still in Prudence City. Batana is gathering strength and preparing to annex the second family; at this time, Vincent is still trying to decipher the drow's spell language in the Black Crystal Tower.

The words of the First Mistress Batana before she died flashed through his mind. If the two things were connected, it could also explain the reason why the time and space beacon failed .

"Your Majesty the Queen, I once heard such a message from a dark elf . She said that the God of Prophecy is dead."

Hern Fanrui looked at the mage's face, his green eyes shining like stars. After a while, she said: "If a member of the first family in Prudence City said this, then the God of Prophecy is really dead."

She walked up to the mage and stared into Vincent's pure black eyes: "Mr. Vincent, what I want to say below is very important. But please don't spread it. Some secrets are like plagues and will destroy the world. everything."

The mage nodded and waited with a serious expression.