Vincent is not the only one who is thinking about the meaning of the soul. There is a person beside him who has spent the entire first half of his life unable to get the answer to this proposition. If she can survive the elf 's eternal life without encountering an accident, then this problem will accompany her forever.
Ever since she was born, she has been living in her own shadow. The identity of the princess and the second pair of prophetic eyes among the elves make her live a life that is not like herself. In the first few hundred years of her life, she had been learning the use of magic by her mother's side, learning how to find a way forward through the layers of mist of fate.
In addition, her natural beauty also troubled her. Or many people think that beauty is a woman's greatest wealth, but it has also become her greatest burden. Especially among the elves, countless poems and music are used to sing her praises, and beautiful words are dedicated to her "face".
Later, Yi Linrui often looked at Heather's lake and looked at his appearance without saying a word. She was also not sure whether the shadow reflected in the lake was her own, or what her soul would look like under her perfect body.
In addition to words of praise, love is naturally not far behind. When she was designated as the next messenger of prophecy and was preparing to take over her mother's work, a male elf entered her life. It was a troubadour who would play his lyre and sing to her every moonlit night. Yi Linrui looked at this man, but her eyes always showed a picture of the future. And no matter from which angle she looked at it, the elf man in front of her had a dark ending. She couldn't stop this image from appearing, there was nothing she could do.
She grew tired of this life, a life that was obviously no fun. Yilinrui never showed his feelings in front of others, but he would sigh after the elf man played music.
"Who am I? Soul, what does this soul look like?"
The elf man interpreted this complaint as helplessness and resentment, anger at the shackles that trapped Yilinrui's freedom. He left without saying a word, because he had no way to answer his sweetheart's questions.
But ten years later, the elf man played the lyre again and appeared in front of Yi Linrui. Although his singing was no longer as elegant and tactful as before, to Yi Linrui's ears, it was even more beautiful than the sounds of nature.
However, the black future scene has not disappeared.
At this point, he cast a spell, a necromancer spell he had learned from a human mage. Hundreds of blue ball-shaped flames floated in front of Yi Linrui, filling the space between the two.
He said in a slightly hoarse voice: "I'm sorry, even if I can directly control these souls, I still don't know the difference between them."
After saying that, he turned around and left, never appearing in front of Yi Linrui again.
A terrifying scene appeared in the eyes of the Elf Queen. Unknowingly, her longing for this man made her prediction ability surpass that of her mother - even if this was a situation she tried hard to avoid. She saw the disaster that the elves would suffer. A terrible attack would destroy Heather and destroy this holy land where the elves lived in the era.
The starting point of this catastrophe was the male elf who became a necromancer in front of him . Yi Linrui was at a loss. While half asleep and half awake, she told her mother some of the situation.
"That elf will bring about catastrophe." Yi Linrui said mechanically. There was no sparkle in her eyes at this time: "Something must be done..."
But no matter what, the elves would not want an elf who learned human magic to continue to live in Salantir, especially since this mage specializes in necromancy . The elf man was driven away from the elf kingdom forever. It is said that he should have received a more cruel punishment than this. However, there is no evidence to support that statement, and none of the residents of Salantir have seen him again.
A few days later, Yi Linrui woke up from her confusion and finally discovered what she had done. No matter how others asked, she never wanted to mention the future she saw in the prophecy. She fell into deep self-blame, believing that she had pushed the elf onto a path of no return. She began to hate her innate ability, her identity, and her "skin."
No matter what others say, she doesn't want to use her abilities anymore, and she doesn't want to experience a life where she knows the outcome.
Elf Queen Hern Fanrui looked at her daughter lovingly. She was the only elf who could truly understand Yilinrui's mood. It was one night seven hundred and seventy-seven years ago, and she had a long conversation with her daughter.
"Your name is Illinre, not other words. Focus on this name, not the title before it." She said: "Just as my name is Herne Vanre , not the Elf Queen."
The next day, Yilinrui used the power of prophecy again. She stayed in the "Beacon" secret realm for a long time, long enough to cause all the elves to worry. When she left there on her own, she had lost her past unparalleled beauty and became frail. Moreover, the magical power that once surged through her body had completely disappeared.
However, there was a smile on her face, a smile of relief that came from the bottom of her heart. She said tremblingly: "I foresee..."
From then on, she lived in seclusion and never appeared in public again. Countless bards expressed great regret over this incident. At the same time, a large amount of music with sad emotions was composed.
No one knows what Yi Linrui saw in the "beacon", not even her mother, the Elf Queen, can find the answer. However, it was always a happy thing for her to have her daughter back by her side. Now the title in front of Yi Linrui's name is only "Prince's Daughter", and perhaps "Pre-Prophecy Saint" will be added. But this has made it easier for her to live in the world.
Not only her abilities and extraordinary beauty disappeared together, but many memories from the past also disappeared without a trace. All the memories that recorded her high attention and suffering were also dusted. Now she chooses to become an ordinary elf.
Many elves whisper that she keeps her prophetic powers buried deep in her heart, waiting for a certain moment to arrive.
In fact, Yi Linrui had already forgotten these things. It was not until the mage Vincent appeared in the Elf Forest that her memory slowly recovered. Although the princess was confused by the image that suddenly appeared in her mind, she decided to find out this time.
The first person she consulted was her mother. The Elf Queen was also extremely surprised. She did not expect that her daughter would see today's scene more than 700 years ago. This powerful prophecy spell that transcends time is an unheard of ability. While worried about whether his daughter would be harmed, he was full of doubts and gave the mage Vincent extremely high treatment, allowing him to move freely throughout the elven kingdom.
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This is why Vincent has gained a level of trust among elves that is difficult for outsiders to achieve. Except for the Elf Queen, no one knew that all this had already appeared in Yilinrui's prophecy.
On a rainy night, when the Master left the room, he did not say where he was going, but simply disappeared into the pouring rain. Yi Linrui was playing a game with Soka that she had experienced when she was a child, and a strange feeling came over her. She completely remembered the spell she performed seven hundred and seventy-seven years ago. She has been working hard to find an escape point from her fate, looking for an existence that is not controlled by the prophecy. In her eyes, the mage Vincent was the only image she saw. After this rainy night, the fate of this human being became nothingness. There are no more images to reveal his future. Even the strongest divine power will not be able to tell what will happen after that.
Yi Linrui was frightened by what appeared in her mind. Maybe she thought of this ending when she used her ability to seal her memory, maybe not. She asked Sokka to stay in the room, and then followed her into the heavy rain in despair.
The skin on the body was falling off piece by piece, and the hair was washed away by the rain and lost its rainbow colors. The "beautiful saint" once praised by the elven poets reappeared in the world.
However, no elves witnessed this spectacle on that rainy night.
The mage Vincent flew towards the Broken Star Marsh , not realizing that there was a woman following behind him. His insightful eyes will never let go of any existence, but they cannot capture those observers who are above the river of destiny. Heen Fanrui is like this, and Yilinrui is like this.
Yi Linrui, who had recovered her abilities, couldn't describe her current emotions. Her two souls were struggling. One comes from the prophetic saint who is infinitely worshiped by fellow elves, and the other comes from the princess Yi Linrui who has made no achievements but lives silently. She once believed that Vincent would be "the one in her destiny," but now everything shows that this human being will not follow anyone else's destiny. Her eyes clearly captured Vincent's movement after becoming invisible. Any blank space she couldn't see was the mage.
Moreover, the man who was driven out of the Elf Forest because of her prophecy also re-entered Yilinrui's memory. The difficult choice between two sides left her in a dilemma. She herself couldn't tell what she should do, she just followed the mage's pace and followed him mechanically.
Vincent stayed at the Broken Star Swamp to patrol around, while Yi Linrui waited at the edge of the wetland. When the mage found her and walked towards her, the elf didn't really know what to say.
"Maybe it's impossible for Vincent to recognize himself in front of him." Yi Linrui thought to himself.
Suddenly, Vincent disappeared in front of her eyes without any warning, leaving no time for the princess to react. It was as if he had left this world all at once. No matter how hard Yi Linrui concentrated, he could no longer find any trace.
"Is it true that he has escaped his fate now?" Yi Linrui pondered: "When no prophet can discover him, then can he be truly free?"
The elf gradually calmed down and began to think clearly. She closed her eyes and began to feel the activities around her. All of Salantir was within her sight. After more than seven hundred years of rest, her abilities have reached a higher level.
Without the help of beacons, she had seen her mother's final prophecy. The north, the northern tundra of the Roof Mountains, will be the turning point for everything.
And at the edge of the Elf Forest, she saw the tower where the undead army was located. Countless holy objects from the world of death are gearing up, always ready to expand the number of their compatriots. And following their gaze, the fire will burn Heather to the ground. The sacred trees will become dead wood, the lakes will become mire, and the elves will become rotten bones under the dark sky. Everything is exactly the same as what was seen seven hundred years ago.
She left the Broken Star Marsh and rushed firmly and quickly to the place where the undead gathered. Along the way, she did not encounter any obstacles, because she was fully using her ability, which was called "Beyond the Eyes of the Elf Queen", to avoid enemies that might interfere with her path forward. She firmly believed that she could appear in front of the tower intact.
But in her heart, she hoped that the ghost would come up and tear her apart. In this way, he can prove that what he sees with his eyes can be changed, and Heather's fate will not develop according to his prediction.
However, she still stood under the Tower of the Undead. The smell of corruption once suffocated her, and the twisted and weird buildings stung her eyes, but none of this made her sadder than the almost despairing dejection in her heart.
"The owner of the Tower of the Dead appears in front of me now!" she shouted loudly. Although Yi Linrui already knew who the commander of the undead army was, the elf's name was still buried deep in his memory. Even though her strength has been restored, she still can't remember the name.
Perhaps, seven hundred years ago, she decided to seal that name forever.
Only then did the undead discover the uninvited guest outside the tower. An elf was actually able to find this secret place. The ghosts and vampires flew in front of her with claws and teeth, letting out ear-piercing screams and tossing her hair provocatively. Skeletons and zombies also emerged from the soil, slowly gathering here, hoping to get some warm flesh and blood after the other undead tore her apart. There are only some banshees floating in the sky, and they appear to be calm and leisurely. Perhaps before that beautiful face, these ever-changing banshees will also experience the feeling of shame again .
A figure jumped out from the window of the tower and easily jumped over the circle of vampires. Only when the undead surround Yilin Rui, will the defense here appear loopholes. She escaped into the Elf Forest in just a few ups and downs, with such agility that even the elves would envy her.
The ghosts were so angry that they chased after them with a roar, using the most brutal method to hunt down the "fugitive" in front of them to make up for their negligence.
"No need to chase!" A hoarse voice sounded from the tower. Yi Linrui felt that the tone was like a dry wind blowing across a barren sand dune.
The door to the Tower of the Undead slowly opened, and an elf who had lost his original appearance slowly walked out. He was a little hobbled, maybe with some injuries on his legs. However, he still walked very gracefully and calmly, without any hesitation or hesitation, as if everything was already in his hands.
"Welcome, Saint of the Elf Tribe." He said: "My name is Fei Yi'an, the current owner of this Tower of the Dead."
Yi Linrui's eyes narrowed to a slit, and Fei Yi'an's fate was as bright and clear as the sunshine after the rain. He will lead the undead into the sacred mountain of Heather and reduce it to ashes. Then, the undead lord will be reduced to ashes in silver fire.
At the edge of Yi Linrui's vision, a black cloud slowly expanded. Any place covered by this cloud is outside the scope of prophecy. Yi Linrui only had time to investigate the source of the black mist when he was suddenly attacked by a strong headache.
She whined in pain, took a step back, and held her forehead with her right hand. Big beads of sweat popped out after her ears roared a few times. She stubbornly refocused her eyes on Fei Yi'an, but she couldn't see anything.
"You will not have the ability to see our future! This is what my master promised: to bring a new destiny to this world." Fei'an's hands were shaking violently, like a child who had received a beloved gift uncontrollably. My own emotions: "A future that no prediction can influence, the true road to freedom!"
Yi Linrui slowly adjusted her breathing, calling for the power of nature in her heart to treat the pain in her head. Although she once continued to devote herself to the Elf Goddess, after sealing her memory, she became an out-and-out druid. Although the power of nature is very weak in this land polluted by the undead, it is enough to ease her pain.
"Fei Yi'an, why are you doing this!" Yi Linrui said: "As an elf, do you want to destroy Heather?"
Fei Yi'an took a step back, as if he was hit in the chest by a heavy hammer. He looked at Yi Linrui with some confusion, as if he was seeing this elf woman for the first time. The surrounding undead felt uneasy and evacuated from the encirclement as quickly as possible, staying far away from their masters. The originally noisy tower fell silent.
Fei Yi'an said nothing, but took out a mirror from his pocket, placed it in front of his damaged face, and curled up to look at it. Then, he looked up at Yi Linrui again.
"You really don't know why?" Feiyan said hoarsely: "I remember you understood everything a long time ago."
"Actually, what I hoped for is exactly what you expected." He stood up straight and added.