Hearing Her Majesty the Queen's helpless answer, Fei Yi'an did not show any joy or excitement. He sent a second dracolich into the sky to block the Archdruid's attack. But those elves and ghosts were still floating quietly on the lake , watching what was happening in the center of Heather Lake like spectators . "Your Majesty the Queen, have you foreseen something?" Fei Yi'an said in confusion: "Why did you leave the boundary of the Holy Mountain and come here to stop me?" "I learned everything about the matter from a guest who came to the Holy Land. She was seriously injured after leaving your Tower of the Undead. I checked some of her memories. It seems that things developed just as my daughter did in the Seven Hundred Years. As predicted years ago, the Elf Kingdom has reached a fork in the road." "A fork in the road? Do you still think there is hope here?" "Hope? Although this kind of thing has always existed, but now I am not qualified to ask for hope. Even if I can send these ghosts back to where they should go, the seriously injured Holy Mountain will not be able to resist The murlocs ’ crazy attack. Even if the elves of Salantir will eventually drive the murlocs back to the sea, the bloodline of the elves will not be interrupted. But this holy mountain cannot avoid this humiliation no matter what.” "Is this the information you got from that dark elf?" Fei Yi'an said with a smile: "The moment the elves became obsessed with relying on the power of prophecy to avoid risks, they had already abandoned themselves outside the river of history. Countless. The legendary glory has become insignificant in the face of the foreseeable future. Those elven soldiers who once made great achievements in battle have now become bards in taverns or theaters. But I, a bard, have become an undead. Mage." "This is indeed ironic." Her Majesty the Queen said: "Mage Vincent also told me so, asking me to restore those ancient arms and make Salantir strong again." "Yes, that mage is right." Fei Yi'an thought for a while and said: "Without the help of the undead army, it would be difficult for me to escape from his attack. But he left a gap in the end. , so that I can come here safely. I don’t know if he did this intentionally, but no matter what, I can sound the death knell of the Elf Holy Land." "It is impossible for you to occupy this land." Hern Fanrui said : "The mage named Vincent did not appear in the prophecy. And you would have brought countless undead to this place, thus completely eradicating the elves. But The situation has changed, and your current power can no longer achieve the final victory, but only serves as a bridge for the fish people to board Heather." "I understand this too." Fei Yi'an suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky. The originally clear air carried the smell of ash, which was the smoke caused by the forest fire in Unicorn Bay. If your nose is more sensitive, you can even smell the bloody atmosphere. Suddenly, the smoke floating in the sky no longer had its original color, but gradually turned red. The cold night began to give way to dawn. It’s just that the first ray of sunshine has not yet shot over from the distant mountain top. "Perhaps you understand better than me why I left the Elf Kingdom." Fei Yi'an seemed to be suddenly relieved, his voice was smooth and relaxed: "She is still in the underground prison of the Tower of the Undead. The dark elf knows that the tower Where is it? Maybe you have learned this information from her memory." "Yes, I know where the tower is." Hern Fanrui said: "So, you have made up your mind to take action?" "As the elves often say, falling leaves cannot be stopped, just like those new sprouts." Fei Yi'an smiled, then closed his eyes and said, "As long as I give orders or activate spells, I can't escape the powerful force. Elf Queen, your spell. Although I have never seen your majesty’s power. But I know that it will be irresistible to me. Then things will develop like this. My undead will tear the island’s defense to pieces, the elf warriors They will also suffer great losses. When my last undead is finally eliminated, the murlocs will occupy the Holy Mountain without any effort. Flames, death and destruction will all be as clear as stories recorded in the long scrolls of history. . Or rather, as clear and distinct as those musical scores.” "Yes, things will develop in that direction." The Queen said: "Then the other elves of Salantir will gather together and wipe out the fish people in Heather. Although this holy mountain will never be the same as before. Radiate the glory, but the elves will live on.” "But this is nothing new!" Fei Yi'an said: "I use blood and pain to awaken the elves, so that those who are intoxicated with boundless happiness can set their eyes back on the world. Her Majesty the Queen, use your own eyes to see it , are these elves and ghosts behind me really any different?" Her Majesty did not raise her eyes to see the ghosts. But still paying attention to Fei Yi'an's actions. "I don't like things that are static, just like I hate prophecies that determine everything." Feiyan said: "Now that the prospect of 'I will destroy the Elf Kingdom' has been destroyed, I think you also understand. I have discovered that things like prophecies are actually just phantoms. After destroying 'those elves', I have nothing more to ask for." The elves and ghosts suddenly retreated. They neatly circumvented the scope of the holy lake, floated to the west of Heather, and then disappeared into the dense forest. The Elf Queen looked at these actions in confusion, and stopped the magic power condensed in her hands. "They will wipe out those fishmen ." Fei Yi'an said. It is as natural and relaxing as a poet singing a lyrical ditty: "The elves will keep this sacred mountain, but things will not end so simply." "What do you want to say? What do you know?" the Queen asked urgently. "I know a lot, but I won't tell it." Fei Yi'an looked towards the north, and then sighed: "If one undead magic bead can destroy the Elf Kingdom, then I think what will follow will follow. There will be no suspense in the war. All my life, I just want to play a musical score that cannot be known. Even if there is noise or noise behind it, it will not be controlled by any force. " "Is this what you are pursuing? I also saw some terrible scenes in the prophecies. At that time, can the elves living in this world still have hope?" "Hope, like prophecy, is the last straw for dying people." Fei Yi'an said: "If someone can really change destiny, then hope will still exist; if the elves can show their The most powerful appearance, then hope exists. But now, the elves can only escape with the help of humans and even drow. Will there be such a good thing next time? " Her Majesty fell silent. "I hate this holy land." Fei Yi'an said: "This is a country of dreams, but it is also a land where reality is buried. Everything is perfect, and that is the biggest flaw. Now the power of space and the power of prophecy have fallen. What kind of power will be in the hands of that person next? The future has finally become blurry, but it has finally returned to the original definition of the word 'future'. I will look at things with my own eyes Development, rather than waiting for a predetermined outcome.” After speaking, he threw the Undead Orb to the Elf Queen. Then he jumped off the dracolich 's back and drowned directly in the river of Erutalon. Under the surging waves, a black shadow quietly rose. Although the current of the holy river has been trying to suppress this strange thing, it still struggled to surface. A black palm made of twisted bones with five fingers spread out stretched out of the lake. In the palm of his hand, the black eyes looked towards the direction of the holy tree. The morning sun shines up, but cannot leave a trace of light on it. The Dragon Lich shouted loudly, flapped its wings and left the place. They flew to the forest to the west and joined the killing of the fishmen like the elves and ghosts . "It turns out that this is what you have always pursued, and it is different from others." Hern Fanrui said: "If you can still hear what I say. Then I will tell you: your soul is different from other things I have seen in the world. Their souls are all different.” Nostar finally got rid of the dracolich . Flying next to the Elf Queen. He panted as he looked at the bone hand and the lake, always wary of possible attacks from Fiian. "Arch Druid. Order the Elf Guards to start counterattacking against the fish-men ." The Queen's eyes now had a resolute light instead of her usual gentleness: "Since these evil creatures landed on the land of the Elf Kingdom, there is no need Leave again.” "Yes, Her Majesty the Queen." Nosta nodded: "But please return to the Holy Land as soon as possible. It is too dangerous here." "I understand." Hern Fanrui said: "Remember, no one can destroy this statue, do you understand?" Although the Archdruid felt that this abrupt statue seriously damaged the harmonious landscape of the Holy Land, he still nodded and escorted the queen back to the White Forest. 　　Under the double attack of the living elves and the dead elves, the fish people were quickly defeated. certainly. They didn't look like an army originally. Their poison-laced weapons are ineffective against ghosts, but the elves' arrows can easily penetrate their unarmored bodies. When the fish people finally couldn't withstand the pressure of the war and chose to collapse, the big trees moved over and blocked the retreat of this group of scaly creatures. The murlocs will eventually pay the price for setting the forest on fire. But this news did not reach the ears of Vincent and Kubert. They didn't have a flying scroll, so they had to walk back slowly with the help of their own feet. Kubert kept urging Vincent to move faster, but he was still worried about the attacks of the undead. However, Vincent walked slower and slower, as if he wasn't worried at all. He said: "At this point in this battle, it has nothing to do with you and me." When another night falls. The elf team who went out discovered these two people. They were warming themselves around a campfire. Queen Hernfangrui asked a group of elves to go to the Tower of the Undead to rescue the princess Yilinrui, and to find Vincent and others near the Broken Star Swamp . "Aha!" Kubert said happily: "I'm so happy to see you! Looking at you, the undead must have been eliminated." "There are no undead in Salantir now, and those fishmen should also be wiped out." "I'm relieved about this." Kubert said: "It seems that the God of Light..." He looked at the people around him. There were only elves who believed in the Moon Goddess and mages who didn't believe in any gods at all. He was there Praising the greatness of the God of Light here is entirely in vain. "How much is the loss?" Vincent leaned against the fire. The warm yellow light shone on his black robe, and the outline of his face was stretched into dark shadows. "How many elves died this time." "A lot." When talking about this topic, the Elf Guards all lowered their heads, and tears filled their eyes: "The life of every compatriot will be remembered by us forever." "It doesn't matter if your life is remembered, but the lessons must never be forgotten." Vincent closed the spell book in his hand and lay on the soft grass next to the ham: "As long as you are here, I can rest peacefully. .” Finished. He closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep like a baby. After the battle, Heather was still very busy, and many wounded were sent here for treatment. The druids and priests used their own methods to ease the pain of the injured, and the bards also began to sing euphemistic songs to soothe the pain of the compatriots around them who had lost their loved ones. In the hand of the archdruid was the statistics he had just received. On the clean scroll were written the losses suffered in this war. Those numbers were like indelible blood stains that polluted all purity. The names of the elves who gave their lives are like mountains on Nosta's shoulders. How can I get rid of this shadow. How can we live up to the efforts of these people, and how can we still maintain the pride of the elves in the future . These problems have always troubled Nosta. However, it is time to reward those who have made outstanding contributions first. When the results were tallied up, what surprised him the most was the victory in the Broken Star Swamp. Two humans used the floods of Erutalon to drown more than ten thousand undead, far more than any other achievement achieved on the battlefield. As for the woman with dark elf blood (Nosta does not call her a female drow now), she brought the information about the murloc attack and prevented the disaster from happening. What reward should she be given for this? Rubbing his frown, Nosta felt a little tired. For the elves, he knew their preferences and living habits, but for those creatures from outside Salantir. But he couldn't grasp their thoughts. "Let's leave this matter to Her Majesty the Queen. But we have to wait until Yi Linrui is rescued before looking for her." Vincent received a warm welcome when he returned to Heather. certainly. The elves will not pave the road with flowers and use countless waving flags to welcome their heroes like humans; nor will they hold a welcoming ceremony with warm hugs and mountains of cool spirits like dwarves. Each of them would stop what they were doing when they saw Vincent and Kubert. He looked at the two of them with grateful eyes and nodded slowly to greet them. 　　The priests of Greafury wear the holy symbol of the God of Light on their chests and return the favor in the manner of a temple. Vincent also stopped and answered in an elf way. So the two men climbed the holy mountain very slowly. When they returned to Vincent's residence, an elf came to invite them. Although Vincent could refuse the banquet that night, the ceremony held at the Elf Temple the next day could not be cancelled. The mage stayed in the room on the pretext of recovering his magic, while Kubert went to attend a party held by the elves. For this kind of activity, the Greafury priest is much more familiar with it than the mage. Vincent sat beside Shelley's bed and looked at the female drow who had just woken up. She is still a little weak, but is recovering at an alarming rate with the help of druid herbs and priest magic. She was afraid of waking little Sokka who was still sleeping soundly. Said softly: "It seems the elves have won, right?" "'We' won." Vincent said: "Although, I haven't found out yet how we won in the end. The undead suddenly turned around and attacked the murlocs , beating up the wet creatures. A falling flower and flowing water." Vincent's smile made Shelley smile knowingly, but she covered her smile with a slight cough. "Vincent, where are we going after this is over?" "It's up to you." Vincent said, "I don't have a clear destination now." "I want to go to the beach and take a look." Shelley said, "I haven't seen the sea yet." "There are so many things you haven't seen before. You should take your time to see them." Vincent replied: "Then let's go to the beach." I don’t know if it’s because the voice is a bit loud or because angels’ ears are inherently sensitive. Sokka stretched comfortably and then sat up suddenly. "When is it?" She looked to both sides, and then she was surprised to see Vincent, whom she hadn't seen for a long time. "Brother Mage!" Soka rushed forward. But because the force used was a bit fierce, the little angel suddenly fell on Shelley's body. She hurriedly arranged Shelley's quilt and apologized profusely. "Soka, it's okay. Your sister Shelley will be full of life tomorrow." Vincent stroked Sokka's soft hair and said, "When things here are over, we will go to the beach." "Yes!" Sokka nodded vigorously: "I will use my arrows to shoot a few fish for you to eat."