Secrets are like grasslands that have been burned by wild fires, leaving only a dark patch, covered with decaying dust, and looking lifeless. But when a certain moment comes, there will still be green sprouts stubbornly emerging from the soil, blooming bright flowers, showing the almost forgotten history to everyone.
If the rumors about the age of the Elf Queen are true, then the woman standing in front of Vincent is the legend who keeps the most secrets.
"Mage Vincent, you should be very familiar with the war a thousand years ago. As a member of the Mage Association, there must be many documents that record in detail what happened during that time."
"Yes, Her Majesty the Queen." Vincent replied: "I have read some relevant records in detail."
"Do you know why Heather, as a holy land, was not affected in any way during the battle that spread across the entire continent?"
"This should be because the elves have been blessed." Vincent did not have the exact answer to this question in his mind, but he still said: "It may also be because Heather's elves did not participate in the war, and the war was not drawn to this area. Land up.”
"No, that's not what happened." Queen Hernfangrui walked slowly around the stone pillar, as if she was using this method to awaken her past memories. "We, the elves, were actually the first to challenge God."
Vincent took a half step back in surprise. This news was indeed shocking. If what Her Majesty the Queen said is true, then the responsibility for waging wars that the mages have shouldered for a thousand years has actually been borne by the elves.
"We, the elves, also have many mages with outstanding abilities. They can use extraordinary power with every move. These elves have a very close relationship with your mages association." The Elf Queen sighed: "Because of our elves' nature Arrogant, and those mages were unruly, so my control over the elven mages became less and less. Their closeness to the great arcane masters exceeded the connection with the elven blood. Before the great arcanists challenged the gods, The elven magicians have already chosen the target they want to attack."
"If my guess is correct, it should be the God of Prophecy." Vincent said.
"Yes, things are as you expected." The Queen spoke slower and slower, as if the thousand-year secret became a burden and slowly increased pressure on her shoulders. "A total of 1,321 elven mages lost their immortal bodies, and another 172 will never see the light of day again. The flesh and blood of these compatriots gradually rotted under the scorching sun, and they will never have the chance to re-mix. The trickling waters of Erutalon. Even with my power, I cannot put the souls of these poor compatriots to sleep. They will be tortured for eternity, wandering around the world of Blasares with the curse of the gods before their death . I will always remember it. all of these."
"It's a terrible thing," Vincent said. "In that war, too many races paid a huge price."
"Yes." The Elf Queen said: "The God of Prophecy also died, but he had already anticipated his death and preserved his body in advance. When his divine power returns to his body, he will regain his strength. Come into this world.”
"I think the great arcanists at that time would not let this possibility become a reality. They must have taken corresponding measures."
The Elf Queen showed a smile to Vincent, but due to the painful atmosphere created by the story just now, this smile was more bitter.
"The body of the God of Prophecy is imprisoned, and a powerful barrier isolates him from the world. The divine power that has flowed into the world, the powerful power of prophecy, is sealed in this 'time and space beacon', as the elves' Spoils of war. It was precisely by relying on the ability to predict the future that when the great arcane masters fought with the gods, the elves were able to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and survived that terrible war."
Vincent frowned and looked at the huge stone pillar in front of him. Unexpectedly, this artifact can actually imprison the power of gods. The skills of the ancient great arcane masters have really reached a very superb level.
"If that's the case, why did a group of elves move underground?" Vincent asked in confusion.
"Although the power of prophecy guides us in the direction of progress, the torrent of history is even stronger. Where can there be a true paradise in a world ravaged by war?" Her Majesty the Queen gradually regained her energy and broke away from the painful memories. "In order to prevent the entire Salantir from being destroyed, part of the elven land inevitably became a buffer zone. The compatriots there faced crazy enemies alone for the benefit of the entire race. It was those people who preserved our bloodline. "
"However, not all elves can endure such a cruel situation. After all, war is contrary to our nature. A small number of elves decided to leave their homes that were ravaged by monsters, even if they entered the dark and cold underground without seeing the sun. They used a long staff to take away part of the power of the God of Prophecy, and even the very being of the ancient god was also stolen."
The Queen paused and seemed to realize that she had made a mistake: "It should be said that the things they took away originally belonged to the elves who sacrificed their lives. The word "stealing" is not accurate. They fought hard underground, But due to lack of numbers and strength, she turned her back on the original moon goddess, Muennia, and took refuge with the spider goddess in the underground world, thus becoming a dark elf."
"So that's it." Vincent asked, "Then why didn't the great mages in the past destroy the body of the God of Prophecy?"
"That is impossible." The Queen said: "The great arcane masters separated the god from his power, but while the divine power does not disappear, the body will always exist."
After hearing these words, what Vincent was most worried about now was not the death of the God of Prophecy, but the fate of the God of Magic. If the magic network is the remaining power of the God of Magic, then will his body be waiting for rebirth somewhere?
"When the power of the 'Space Beacon' disappeared, we elves, like other creatures on the continent, faced an unknown prospect. Fortunately, at the last moment, the prophecy of the savior's appearance inspired us." Her Majesty the Queen said : "I am not entirely sure now what the meaning of the scenes that appear during the spell's effect is. But one thing I am sure of is that the appearance of the savior may be related to you. If there is any power in the world that can be more powerful... To answer all this in detail, I believe that only your mentor, the great prophet Ka Suo, has it. Only mages can see the future without resorting to the power of prophecy gods."
"How may I be of service to you, my dear lady?"
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"I will announce the details of the prophecy to the leaders of various countries on the continent in the near future. Before that, I sincerely hope to get the help of the Archmage. Before the darkness is about to come, this may be the last ray of light. . While we can still see the road in front of us clearly, we should take a few more steps."
"Okay, dear madam." Vincent said, "I will discuss this matter with my mentor."
"Thank you very much, Master Vincent. You have built a communication bridge between us and the Mage Association." The Queen said: "In this way, I can rest at ease. Young Mage, do you have any other requests?" "
Vincent frowned and thought for a while, considering whether he should do something for Shelley. He assessed the possible consequences and dangers of this matter, and finally decided to explain everything in this place.
"Your Majesty the Queen, I have a friend, and I want to apply for her to be a resident of Salantir, so that she can find refuge in this world." Vincent said: "To be honest, she is a dark elf. Although Drow is only half-blooded, I cannot deny the fact that she comes from Prudence City."
The Queen's expression did not change at all, as if she had already known about this matter. She didn't know what she was thinking in her flashing green eyes, and she stood motionless in front of the 'space-time beacon'.
Vincent didn't move either. He won't leave here until the Queen speaks. The breeze blew into this "secret realm" and gently moved their robes. One was as white and pure as the snow on the mountain, and the other was as dark and deep as the quiet night sky .
The elves even have feelings of rejection towards people with half-elven blood. Most of the half-elves traveling on the continent cannot return to the Holy Land of Heather. And the hatred for the dark elves has already surpassed 'repulsion'. The drow's sneak attacks and killings of ground elves for a thousand years have already planted the seeds of feud.
Vincent lowered his head. He did not look into Herne Fanrui 's eyes. Even the Eye of Insight bypassed the area of the Elf Queen. He waited, just like a lone stone standing on the edge of the vast sea, waiting silently.
"Master Vincent, our elves welcome friends and friends of friends. Only dark elves are intolerable to us. This contains too many past events and too many painful memories." The Queen said: "We know a A man is judged by what he has done. But for dark elves, we will not take this risk. In the process of judging the character of some dark elves, we have lost too many outstanding souls. Thousands of years have taught us This lesson does not grant any pardon to the dark elves."
Vincent nodded, this situation was within his expectation. Finding an identity for Shelley on the ground was inherently difficult.
"This time, this dark elf is your companion. I believe in your vision." The Queen said: "Your judgment is very accurate, even the best prophet would envy. However, I must consider the entire elf I cannot set a precedent for providing the Dark Elves with the protection of Salantir against the will of the race. If she comes with you, we will welcome her; but when she comes alone, this will still be a dangerous place. So, you have to Keep this secret."
"I understand what you mean, Her Majesty the Queen. The opposition between elves and dark elves cannot disappear just because of my words."
"Actually, I'm glad you confessed everything to me, mage. When you entered the Erutalon River, I already felt the breath of the dark elves. The water of this god-blessed river can respond to potential dangers. .”
"It turns out that the lady already knows all this." Vincent raised his head and looked at the calm expression of the Elf Queen.
"In this regard, I cannot ignore the facts and say that the elves are tolerant and generous. Therefore, even as the queen, I cannot meet your request. I am very sorry."
"No, Her Majesty the Queen, there is no need to say sorry." Vincent said: "In fact, I should also be very grateful to you for your honesty. As an elf, it is already remarkable to be able to tolerate a drow entering the borders of Salantir."
Hernfangrui looked up at the stars in the sky. Her white robe seemed to be the moon itself, suddenly emitting a holy light. Slowly, her feet left the ground and floated a few inches in the air.
The wind in the "Secret Realm" suddenly stopped, and except for the floating Elf Queen, everything became still.
"Her belonging is in the sky, a beautiful city, between the blue sky and white clouds, as free as a bird." The Elf Queen fell back to the ground, and after the light on her robe gradually disappeared, she said: "You cannot rely on time and space markers. This is the limit of my ability to foresee. The destination of that dark elf is not in Salantir, I’m afraid you will continue to search for it.”
"Thank you, Her Majesty the Queen." Vincent said: "You have spent all your efforts to provide us with instructions. This is already the best gift."
"Go, child. I disturbed your rest on the first day of my arrival, and told you these confidential and sad things. Now, go and rest. Farewell, my friend."
After returning to the room where he stayed, Vincent felt a little tired. The main thing is the exhaustion of not being able to find suitable shelter for Shelley. When he opened the door curtain, he found that the female drow had woken up and was standing in front of Sokka's hammock , fully armed .
"Where are you going?" Vincent asked.
"No, I don't want to go anywhere." Shelley breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the mage. "Seeing that you are not here, and thinking that the people living here are elves, I feel a little scared."
"Don't worry, no one will hurt you." Vincent walked to Shelley's side, "Both you and I have the ability to protect ourselves from harm from the outside world."
"I don't know." Shelley said: "I don't know why this happened. Maybe the beauty of the Elf Kingdom shocked my heart, or it broke a tight string somewhere in me. I don't know what happened to me suddenly. Sometimes, I even miss the feeling of hunting prey in the dark area. The tense atmosphere and the smell of blood can actually relax me. Now, here, I am always a little at a loss. I... I suddenly didn’t know who I was or why I was here.”
Vincent looked at Shelley, watching the dark elf trembling slightly. He said: "It's because you leave that dark place, but your habits and memories try to pull you back. It's like an addiction, it always seduces you in the deepest parts of your body and mind. Vincent said: "When I call you Shelley, the past brought by this name binds your soul like a chain, and it is not easy to truly break away."
"Why can you always look at all problems rationally?" Shelley said: "Although your words are very reasonable, I will tell myself this in my heart. But the effect is not obvious. What should I do to really get rid of this everything?"
"Think more about why you left the underground, and what kind of damage that dark environment caused to you. In the dark nights when you couldn't sleep because of fear and doubt, what kind of torture did you suffer, and how much pain did you experience?" Vincent said: "Or, you can change your name and completely abandon the mark of this dark elf?"
Shelley shook her head: "Changing the name is just an act of self-deception. If so, I would rather choose to let you use magic to change my memory so that I can completely forget my past."
Vincent also shook his head: "The memory-altering spell is likely to damage your mind and even turn you into a madman." His voice suddenly became smaller: "You know, I will not do such a thing to hurt you. .”
The two people suddenly stopped talking and stood face to face. Shelley's eyes were fixed on Sokka on the bed next to her. The little angel's round belly was exposed, looking very funny. For some reason, Vincent's vision always drifted to the window, looking at the rain that was falling again. Did the Elf Queen know that there would be a break between rains , so she paid a special visit?
The silent atmosphere lasted for a while, and the two people's eyes finally reunited. Shelley still couldn't read the mage's thoughts from Vincent's constantly rotating pupils. At this time, Vincent always seems a bit distant and difficult to approach.
The female drow sighed softly.
The mage took half a step back and his eyes returned to their original state. He no longer needed to observe the dark elves in front of him with vigilant vision, thus erecting a thick but invisible wall.
Shelley's silver-white hair swayed gently in the night wind, bouncing like life. Vincent reached out his hand and couldn't help but want to touch the white hair.
However, the mage hugged Shelley into his arms.
The female drow seemed to be taken aback, her muscles immediately tensed up, and her hands were placed on the hilt of the sword at her waist. But the familiar black robe stuck to her cheeks, and a scent mixed with the smell of strange herbs hit her nostrils. As if by magic, she relaxed and remained motionless, letting the mage hold her.
Sokka, however, squinted his eyes and looked at this scene from under his long eyelashes. This was her first time pretending, and doing this "sneaky" behavior would inevitably make her little heart beat fast.
The drizzle was still falling outside, and the songs of the elves sounded again. This time, they are slowly talking about their expectations for tomorrow in distant voices...