The white envoy captured the starlight and woven a spear from the sky. When He raised the gun, the whole sky reflected the light of the stars. The Snakemen of the Cinsas believed that it was the first of many colors in the world. They were named "Sz'kraalith" (Sky).
That is the first color in the world.
The glory of the sky.
The black envoy was followed by a black envoy. The black envoy used a long sword, which was the source of all the dragon-slaying swords in the world - because its opponent was a giant dragon from the world, and the black envoy called it the twilight of the world - the giant dragon at dusk (Ragnarök).
Therefore, there is dawn and dusk, and the world uses this as its border, which is the first day in Aitalia.
The Snake Man believed that the ‘first generation’ created Aitalia, who were the envoys of Ita, the god of goodness, brought the stars and the sun and the moon, and the world was formed.
Then came the era of disputes and turmoil. God was hostile to God, and the order was gone, and the good god was furious. The atrium of the world was broken, and the world was divided into six.
From the six worlds, six thrones were born, namely elements, knowledge, ether, birth and death and destiny.
The snake people traced back to these six thrones and founded their dynasty. It was a story that had been a long time since the "first generation" left.
The dynasty collapsed and the gods fell. When the sky shone with black demon stars and the world was in danger, the "second generation" appeared. The people they were praised as "the favored by the lights" were the elves born in the light.
Nu'merassk - Numerask, the snakes feared them, but they saved the saints from the flames and established the age of the two saints.
The second era, Terraca.
This era is until the end of the lush green, and the sky-blue misfortune stars spread across the night sky, reflecting every inch of the land of Aitalia. Mortals raised fire from the wilderness and connected the city-states with their rays of light until the end of the Battle of the Dragon—
So the elves crossed far away, the two holy trees perished, the green stars fell, the giants fled into the wilderness, and the second era ended.
As for the third era.
"That's not what I'm familiar with," the old man put down his teacup, "but the era you are familiar with. Mortals took over the fire of civilization and developed from the city-states in the wilderness to prosperity. Now everything you have to face is so similar to what we have faced."
A red lightning flashed outside the window, and the lightning reflected on the face of Fang Yu, outlining the outline of his eyebrows, eyes and nose. This world that was about to be destroyed seemed to have existed.
But at least the elf old man in front of him must have really existed in a certain period of history.
"Old man," Fang Yu asked, "but in the history I have heard of, there are seven kinds of powers from the Origin, from elements to birth and death, and two kinds of lost."
He described the history he heard, from Cui Xisi, from other people, from books and files in the library, and in detail.
"So the snake people also have seven dynasties, and the seven dynasties conquered each other, and it ended the most glorious period of the snake people since the Black Meteorite fell to the ground."
"Many gods died because of this, and the sun's divine system fell apart. Now Ouli, the main god in the Olin divine system, was once only one of the most important gods in that era."
He looked at the dark sun in the sky.
A long time ago, the same history was indeed staged. All the saints were unable to protect themselves in a war of destruction. Ou Li - once did not call this name.
He escaped from that cycle of reincarnation, died from the ashes, and then today's forest of saints, known as the order of the gods of Orin.
"The only saints who escaped were not the only one Oli, many of them also came from that era, but they all had new pseudonyms," replied the old man. "It is because they have experienced that they are always alert."
"As for whether it is six or seven," he shook his head softly, "I can't remember it anymore, young man, this may not matter."
"Then, what is important?" Fang Yu couldn't help but ask.
He was still looking at the dead world outside the window. He was wondering how long the old man had been here, which made him think of Friston.
The experiences of the two are very similar. They are both watching at the end of that world, but Friston only leaves a thought to watch the starry sky in the tower of the Winter Solstice.
And what about this old man?
But he himself could not stay here, Friston decided to find the answer there, and he also wanted to find the answer, but his answer was not just about the end of the world.
And their own, their parents.
And about what happened after that door.
What comes after the world and what is outside the starry sky? Humans always ask this question, and what urgently pushes them forward is an irrepressible curiosity.
They regard curiosity as sails, always heading to one new world after another, and never stopping.
And this is what the world should be.
History should not have an end. There will always be someone passing through that monument and stepping into a farther distance - no matter what the monument is engraved on it, who will record it.
The old man looked at him and couldn't help laughing, "Just like me and you, our story ends here, and your story has just begun."
"Yes," he shook his head, "maybe this is why the power in the dark made you come here. They asked you to see the old man, as if you saw the end of an era."
"But this is not bad," he laughed, "It is not bad, I'll give you something, young man. I once gave it to those who it deserves, but after a while, it was wandering under the guidance of fate and no longer belonged to any master."
"Now no one is worthy of it anymore, and you may not be able to do so, but it always stays at the bottom of the long river of destiny and will never see the light of day. It is better to choose a possibility."
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"She?" Fang Yu was stunned, "Is it Ms. Roman again?"
"The mistress of the balance," the old man shook his head, "It's not her, she is very smart, but too willful. Besides, I don't have the right to judge her. She is much more difficult than the one on the holy mountain."
The old man reached out and placed something on the palm of the square leopard's hand, then covered his hand tightly, "Pick it up and you continue to move forward. You will see many things, but don't be affected by them."
"The one by the golden tree should have told you that fate is just the scene that will be seen in the future. They may not necessarily happen, and the decision is still in your hands."
"But be careful not to be confused and paranoid. The deeper you fall into some obsessions, the more you can't extricate yourself, and you will be like me. Just like all of us."
The old man warned seriously.
Fang Zhu took the thing, but couldn't feel what it was for a moment. He looked down and found that there was a gray gem in his palm.
It looks so ordinary, as if it has completely dissipated its luster and has not been carved again, it looks like a flawless stone.
But he did not look down on this "stone" because of its ordinaryness. He knew that it was not easy for those who could pull himself into such an illusion and mentioned the names of the saints many times.
Fortunately, the other party did not seem hostile, which even made him feel a little familiar.
When Fang Zhu took the gem, he saw the old man's hand - it was as dry as a piece of dead wood, with a peridot ring on his hand. One side of the ring was engraved with stars and moons, and the other side was painted with mountains and rivers.
He walked out a long way until the hut was nowhere to be seen, and finally remembered where he had seen such a ring.
It should be preserved at the center of the elves, above the altar of the Temple of Light.
The elves used a gem to refract the sun and the moon, so that a beam of light would always pass through the dome, shining on the altar, making the rings on the altar shine brightly.
Because it symbolizes light.
It is the symbol of Nu'merassk, Numerryn, and the Son of Light.
That was the first generation of elf kings, the ring that Quvenlar once wore. In a sense, that elf king was the founder of Son of Light.
Some people say that he is the last Noumerlin elf in this world.
Therefore, the Saint-White descendants think that they are the only descendants of the Noumerlin elves.
Fang Zhu had already walked to the top of the mountain composed of corpses in a daze. The scenery around him still had not changed, and golden red lightning flashed in the clouds like whirlpools.
Familiar faces still flashed from time to time in the corpse, but he no longer cared about those things. He climbed to the top of the mountain of corpses and finally saw some unexpected scenes.
There is a huge depression above the peak, and it looks like a crater inside, and at the deepest part of the crater it seems to be a hole leaving this world.
But within that hole, he saw some different situations.
Inside is a picture, which is completely different from this dead world - it is a gentle elf courtyard, with the noon sun shining warmly on the white tree trunks.
Artificially decorated, exquisite vines hang down from the elf columns like carved beams and painted buildings. Flowers of different festivals bloom in the marble flower beds, with the breeze blowing and the branches swaying.
There seems to be someone in the picture, a woman, talking to others, "I have read the words, they are indeed not owned by our world."
"...those things should have overflowed from the ash forest, so we must understand what is going on inside. During my absence, have you not thought of any way..."
The sound of Fang Zhu was extremely familiar, just like a flash of lightning streaking across his thoughts, making him unable to help but roll and climb down the slope, and could not help but shout to the scene:
"Miss Atira...Miss Atira, sister, can you hear it?"
But the sound in the picture did not respond to him, as if it was just a record of an image, and the person in the picture was still saying:
"... When I left, I will leave the matter here to Arthana. She is a student I recognize. You cannot neglect her because of her origin."
"We still don't understand what you think of that person's daughter, the Holy Maiden Prince."
"That was my decision, and it was Lord Aimeya's decision. If you have any questions, you can go to the Holy Woods to ask for His opinion. In addition, there is one more thing..."
"I have a younger brother."
"Your brother has returned to the Holy Tree, Lord Saint."
"No, it's another brother," Atira's words softened, "He may come here to find me. You must receive him well, don't blame me for not reminding you, this is also the will of Lord Aimeya--"
Fang Zhu was stunned.
He suddenly felt something slipping down from his face. When he touched it with his hand, he realized that it was tears. He never expected that his relationship with Miss Aitela would be so deep. It turned out that she really regarded herself as her younger brother.
He felt a little tingling in his heart, and he always felt that Miss Aitela was giving his last words. He suddenly remembered everything Arthana told him, and she was going to the Ashwood.
Yes, this must have happened before she headed to the Ash Woods. But is this happening, or has it happened long ago?
Fang Yu suddenly felt extremely anxious. If those things really overflowed from the ash forest, the ash forest would definitely be extremely dangerous at this moment.
The elders did not go to that place themselves, but asked a saint to do it. From Miss Atira's tone, he could hear that this journey must be of great danger.
What's more, Princess Lian Alsana also told him that Ashwood is the holy land of Ameya, but none of the people who went to Ashwood had returned.
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No.
There must be some other way, he can certainly stop all this, he must not let Miss Aitela go to the Ash Woods - at least not to go alone.
By the way—
Fang Yu couldn't help but take a step forward, but he suddenly thought, what about the Big Cat Man? What about Mr. Reed? He is Miss Atira's knight, and he will never let her go to dangerous places alone.
But it was at this moment that he heard those people say, "Your Knight, Lord Saint, we have already let him go to Ravenell."
"He had an accident with those lives a few days ago. You should know that those people are noble guests of the Holy Woods. If your plan cannot be successful, the Holy Woods can only count on guests from the Myro Hall."
Fang Yu only felt a stream of blood rushing towards his forehead. He was calm and rarely had such anger, but at this moment he still wanted to rush into the picture and punch the person who was talking in person.
Of course he knew that Mr. Big Catman was not the kind of unreasonable person, but he had always had conflicts with the people in the Miluo Palace. Fang Zhu experienced the scene underground in Idus.
He knew about what was going on. Mr. Reed's sister died at the hands of a paladin in the Seluo Temple. Although the Big Cat Man had never told him, he also guessed some of the reasons.
He clenched his teeth.
But Aitela seemed very calm and just looked at the people silently, "Red is my guardian. After I left, he had no reason to obey you."
"But he is the holy guard of the Seluo Temple and has committed a serious crime. If we allow him to leave freely, there may be some explanations on the Pillars of the Stars."
"Then let them come to me," Aitela replied, "if they can find it."
Those people stopped talking. Who dared to find someone in the Ashwood? Is it impossible to get along with Ms. Ameya? But since she said that, they naturally could not answer any more.
The Saint of this generation is the most genius in the Elf Court, but also the most willful one. Her power is almost great enough to compete with the Elders Council.
And the next generation is even more troublesome.
Those people couldn't help but regret that if they hadn't chosen such a saint at the beginning, there might not have been so many problems now. But then again, they wouldn't have been able to do so.
After all, long before this one became a saint, her reputation was already well-known in the Hill of Giant Trees.
Fang Zhu finally came to the front of the picture. He looked at it before, but his hand passed through the picture as if it had passed through the water, only rippling on the picture.
He finally realized that this was just an image, and could only watch Miss Aitela turn and leave.
"Waiting for me, Miss Atira, we will arrive soon."
Fang Zhu looked at that scene silently.
Just as his hand passed through the picture, he had actually felt the turbulence of the space here - the scene in the painting soon disappeared.
A whirlpool gradually emerged from it.
Fang Zhu immediately felt a similar feeling of danger from the vortex, and the sense of crisis came back, and then a spear poked out from the vortex, followed by a hand holding it tightly.
A claw that was almost like an insect, its other hand separated the vortex and walked out of it. Fang Zhu was shocked when he saw the thing revealing his true appearance.
It was not so much a bug, but a person. Its upper body was completely like an elf, but half naked, with a huge hole in its chest.
Its head was drooping, and only a black hole was left in its eye sockets, ears and nostrils, and another head grew from its neck.
This head is the image of an insect, with compound eyes and sickle mouth, and even a pair of tentacles.
Its claws and lower limbs are completely anti-joint images of insects. There are four claws in total, two of which hold spears, while the other two are empty.
What kind of thing is that?
It looks more like those corrupt gray-domain creatures, but Fang Pluto has never seen a similar image in any type of gray-domain creatures, and the other party seems to be unable to communicate. Just as soon as he discovers Fang Pluto, he shows a hostile attitude.
As the enemy was facing, Fang Yu subconsciously grabbed his information crystal, but this capture was shocked - he grabbed it in vain, and then he remembered that this was just a nightmare.
All his stuff about combat craftsmen, even magic gloves, was brought in.
So how can I fight this?
Fang Yu suddenly felt cold sweat, hoping that this would be a real illusion. If he accidentally hangs in this place, he would be able to wake up in reality.
But before entering this place and the sense of crisis that he had just felt in his heart should not be false, and the extremely uncomfortable feeling should be reminding him that all this is true.
At least this monster is.
Then what should he do?
Fang Yu suddenly remembered the elf king's reminder. The old man told him not to continue moving forward, perhaps for convenience, he knew what dangers would be here.
But why did Quvenlar let him go? He suddenly remembered the gray gem, which looked ordinary, but was it used in this place?
But when Fang Yu was about to reach out to get it, he reached out to him with one hand and stopped him.
It was a white, slender wrist, like a green onion finger, gently holding his hand, while the other one reached towards the bug that rushed towards him.
Fang Zhu only felt a gentle force pressing on himself, but the bug was not so lucky, as if it had hit a train head-on. It flew backwards from wherever it came from.
The other party smashed into the pile of corpses there like a cannonball, and raised a piece of smoke and dust.
Fang Yu looked at the hand and recognized the owner of the hand:
"Miss Miya?"
Chapter completed!