The Elf King was tall, with his silver robe dragging to the ground. He walked slowly forward, and the route to the Tower of Spring Dawn was paved with snow-white marble. Through a garden, birds and flowers were singing around, green vines hung from the white arcade, and dewdrops hung on the tips of the buds, reflecting the spire of the holy white in the distance.
The sound of the bells echoed here, and rows of sycamore trees in the distance form an emerald wall. The wall seems to extend infinitely forward, leading to the tower at the end of the deep valley. The spire is also holy white, shining with dazzling light. It is different from what the square roulette has seen in the sea of ​​trees in Nevad and Apedenam. It seems to have been established since that era, when the two elves' sacred trees still stand, and the holy tower still lingers with singing that seems to be there and there is nothing.
Quvenlar looked at the spire and asked, "Young man, how do you think of this epidemic?"
Fang Yu was slightly stunned. He thought for a moment and shook his head frankly, "I don't know, Lord Quevenlar. The only clue at the moment is to know that this epidemic comes from the changes in the Ash Tree Ridge, but I know nothing about what happened in the Kingdom of Ms. Aimeya."
"So you plan to go there and see it, just for that saint?"
"Yes, just for Miss Aitela." Fang Yu nodded.
Quvenlar said nothing.
But Fang Rong looked at the elf king: "Mr. Quvenlar, what do you think of this epidemic?"
Quvenlar paused for a moment, but did not answer directly, but instead told another story.
In an era when mortals were not yet performed by the earth, the Most Holy One has made a plan.
It is difficult for every era to escape silence, only the fire can last forever. Civilization and civilization work together to resist disasters, but the elves make a mistake.
After hearing this, Fang Yu looked at the other person in a fog, thinking to himself, don’t tell riddles?
But Quvenlar turned to look at him, his eyes calm, and his silver eyes were exactly the same as Arthana and the eldest princess. He asked, "Do you remember the story I told you?"
Fang Zhu nodded.
There was once a black meteorite in the sky, and people regard it as a life star.
The black throne sent two envoys, so the "first generation" came to this world. They agreed with the Star Gate to save themselves and save themselves.
When the first generation successfully left, they handed over the world back to its people.
But the story did not develop like this after that. The seven snake man dynasties were addicted to the glory of the past, which triggered a great war. In the end, the dynasty collapsed and the gods hid in the darkness.
That was the story of the first generation.
"Then, the second generation—"
Quvenlar said slowly:
"They are called Numerlin, the choice of the lights. They led us out of the darkest times and joined forces to defeat the second disaster star Cangcui."
"When they left, they handed over the world back to the hands of mortals, and that was the beginning of the third era."
"But there are always people who are unwilling to give up. We claim to be descendants of light, the last descendants of their stay in this world, and some people remember the glory of the past, so they stole a tree species from the ruins of the Double Holy Tree.
And planted on this land.
Quvenlar suddenly stopped.
Because this elf ancestor had already walked to the gate, the thick magical pine wood door was more than ten times taller than the two, like a city wall. Only at the bottom of the tower can you look up at its scale. The white tower soared straight into the sky, like a thin line connecting the sky to the ground.
Quvenlar stopped talking and silently looked at the outside of the tower. The surface was not thick, but seemed to have been carefully carved and polished. Each layer had sculptures of different shapes, like works of art, standing here day and night, making it impossible to imagine who the spire was erected.
But what this elf king saw on it was not only spectacular and beauty, but also time and time. It seemed that endless time was repeatedly washing the spire, but there was no trace left.
That was their time.
"We are extremely eager to return to that era of glory and continue to lead the mortals on this land to the next glory. But that is only the imagination of a few people-"
"Take polluted tree species from the holy woods, and the treacherous behavior of treason has aroused suspicion, causing the people of the wilderness to stop interacting with the people in the forest, and even the holy emblem of nature is lost."
"The elves were closed for thousands of years and formed their own unity. Today, there are still people who want to return to the era of the Double Holy Tree. But the stolen tree species still confirms the prophecy of the past. It was polluted in the dark tide, and everything now is just the reward for our willfulness at that time-"
Fang Rong was a little unbelievable, "So the root of all the problems actually lies in that seed?"
"This is just my personal guess," Quevenlar turned around and looked at him, "After all, I am a witness to all this, and it was my responsibility to bring that seed back."
"What is the change in the gray forest?" Fang Yu couldn't help asking, "Mr. Quvenlar, so do you actually know what happened?"
Quvenlar shook his head.
"No one knows what happened in the lady's oracle woodland. Lord Aimeya may be suppressing something, but the root of everything should be in that seed."
Quvenlar continued: "In the Battle of Darkness, almost every Terraka was polluted by verdant, and even the Double Holy Tree was burned."
"The things we brought out were only the purest part of it, but they were still inevitably attacked by the power of darkness. We thought we could suppress it, but in the subsequent Dragon War, the remaining part of the green fell on the hill of the giant tree, resulting in an irreversible disaster-"
Only then did Fang Zhu understand what happened to the Assand Scar and why it has such a deep connection with the Gus gray realm.
"Then..." he couldn't help asking, "If all this is true, does Mr. Quvenlar already have a way to eradicate the pollution?"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Fang Yu believes that this elf monarch found himself for not having no reason.
Since the other party gave him the token and let him go, it should be aimless.
Quvenlar said slowly, "If you want to completely eradicate pollution, the easiest way is to use the power of the eternal mark, which is one of the four holy objects left by the people of light, and is a treasure that symbolizes nature."
"This is actually our plan at the beginning, but no one expected that when we arrived at the hill of giant trees, the Eternal Seal disappeared."
Of course, Fang Zhuan had heard of this legend.
The Eternal Seal was actually taken away by the people of the wilderness. The Rotao people believed that the Son of Ruo was betrayal, while the Son of Ruo believed that the Son of Ruo had stolen their holy objects.
But later, Rotao's wilderness people themselves fell and fell, and therefore no longer looked at Aimeya with kindness. The mark was accidentally stolen by an elf nightingale.
That is the original origin of the title of Nightingale King, the Hill of the Giant Tree. In fact, the throne of the Nightingale King among the Ten Kings is also related to this folk story.
It is precisely because of this that when Helsh was elected the King of the Nightingale, he gained such high prestige in the Hill of Giant Trees.
But the question is, isn’t the Eternal Mark back?
The elf ancestor looked at him as if he could see what he was thinking, "Little guy, what do you think the eternal mark should be like?"
Fang Yu hesitated for a moment, then shook his head. He found that he really didn't know. Some people said that the Eternal Seal was an eternal and dazzling gem, while others said that it was a ring.
But in fact, since the elves parted ways with the people of the wilderness, no one seemed to say what the eternal mark was, it was once hidden deep in the underground of the Twelve Pillars.
And since it was stolen by the nameless nightingale, no one has seen its true appearance again.
"The four holy objects actually have their own origins, Ed," Quevenlar said. "They are not just holy objects, but keys, and it is the reason why I asked you to come here."
"As for why, you'll understand in a while."
He pressed his hand on the pine door and pushed it gently. The huge pine door seemed to sense this force, and it opened slowly backwards and made a dull sound.
The Tower of Spring Dawn is located deep in the valley of the former kings. It is the holy place of the elves and the place where the ancestors of all dynasties have been buried for thousands of years since the descendants of Kuvinlar.
But in the heart of the valley, only those holding the holy sword can enter this place, or it is recognized by people with royal bloodlines.
Therefore, Princess Melfina promised him the right to enter the Tower of Spring Dawn. Her intention was to win over the Qihai Brigade to form an alliance with her, but Fang Yu refused.
He was curious about the Tower of Chunxiao, but he did not want to get involved in the political struggle of the elves. However, Melfina convinced him with another word in front of Miss Nightingale.
She didn't need him to do anything, but seeing the Holy Maiden's Crown means they could not stay away from this whirlpool. She used this reason to convince him to go to the Tower of Chunxiao.
But unexpectedly, things in the world are impermanent, and he really came here because of this elf ancestor.
"The mark returns to the elves," Quevenlar said, "but only part of it, just as the star dagger in the hand of the witch is to the Hailin Crown, and that is even part of it."
"The missing key can no longer open the keyhole, so it can only be there day after day, year after year, and in order to maintain its orthodoxy, the Elf King Ting had to declare that he had recovered his eternal mark."
"But they only find an empty shell, a symbol, not its power, and they cannot use the power in it to eradicate pollution, so they can only find another way."
This sentence made Fang Yu's mind appear.
He suddenly realized what the holy object that Forin and his friends asked for back from the empire was. It was a projection in the Silver Tower, and the projection of each holy object was copied in the sea of ​​trees.
Since Angina took action, it was considered a fake divine power of the holy object. They brought back the projection of the Eternal Seal from the Silver Tower and intended to use it to solve the trouble of the giant tree hill.
It was like a missing chain that connected many clues. I am afraid that the Silver Wind Watchers' demands were more than that, they wanted more than fame.
If they can master the Eternal Seal, then they can further master the power of the Holy White Tree. Then everything makes sense, why is the Guild Tongmeng so confident that he can master the power of the Gray Branch?
Why do they need unicorn girl to do the experiment?
Because the power of the unicorn girl is originally of the same origin as the natural mark.
Isn’t the legendary natural mark the heart of the World Tree?
But now there is still a question.
Fang Yu couldn't help looking at the elf king, "Since the power of the natural mark can eradicate pollution, why doesn't Ms. Aimeya take action by herself, and she still has to suppress the changes that occur in the World Tree?"
"The truth is simple, Ed," Quevenlar seemed satisfied with his keenness, "Four holy objects and the grail of the elves were left by 'they', who do you think built the Star Gate?"
It was like a flash of lightning flashing through Fang Yu's mind.
The Most Saint Ita.
"You are the most holy blessings," Quvenlar nodded softly, "Sometimes I envy you very much, but everything you do is to return this world to us, so the Star Gate is always fair."
"You have qualities that even the saints cannot reach," continued the Elf King. "That is everything that the Star Gate has given you. The four sacred objects are left by the second generation of the Saints, so Ms. Aimeya cannot reappear it by her own power."
Fang Zhu finally understood why the four sacred objects were so unique. No wonder the guild Tongmenghui valued them so much.
But in other words, what about the seventh throne?
Is that a holy object from the previous era?
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! He shook his head and put aside these meaningless thoughts, and finally remembered the purpose of this trip, "All this is related to the Tower of Spring Dawn?"
Fang Zhu looked up at the tall tower connecting the sky and the earth. The white spire was so unique that it did not look like one of the four seasons towers.
Instead, it was like the ruins he saw at the end of the continent in his dream of the Silver Tower.
"Yes," Quvenlar replied, loosening his hand from the pine door and turning back.
However, the elf king did not rush to explain, but instead introduced the origins of the four four seasons towers.
The Four Seasons Tower was built in the era of the Double Holy Trees. They were originally the nodes used by the Noumerlin elves to guard the Ethernet veins. Later, they stored the elves' secret techniques in these spires for use as libraries.
Later, the large library of the Silver Tower built by mortals was also to imitate these four spires.
Among the four four seasons, two locations have changed. The first is the elves. It collapsed after the Double Holy Tree was burned, but the elves rebuilt it here after they planted another sacred tree.
That is the one that Fang Ling saw in front of her.
The other is Rotao's Autumn Twilight Tower. The Autumn Twilight Tower sank under the sea of ​​abrupt sea in the turmoil of the twelve pillars, and then disappeared.
It is just that for a hundred years, people often claim to have seen it, and its whereabouts are uncertain, sometimes in the first world, and sometimes in the second world.
Later, the Holy Guard of the Secret Palace of Rotao rebuilt a Autumn Twilight Tower and stored the original backup information and volumes into it. However, in that disaster, a lot of information was lost, so Rotao's craftsman training has always been the worst in the four continents.
Therefore, the most important thing about the four four seasons is actually not the spire itself, but everything stored in the tower is the ancient alchemy inherited by the Noumerlin elves.
"The four four seasons towers were built with different techniques, because they each looked different. The Kaurin-Ishurien was built by the oath guardian and the good dragon who was allied with humanity, and the Winter Solstice Tower was written by the Secret Bachelor."
"This elves was built by the goblins and us, but although their appearances are different, their interiors are roughly the same. The goblins used magic to stabilize the space, from the foyer to the corridor to the Thousand Gate Hall, most of which are very different."
Quvenlar pushed open the door and walked slowly forward - he held the holy sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword was against the ground, drawing a bright line on the marble ground.
As the line moved forward, the entire dark hall became brighter, allowing Fang Yu to see the familiar scene:
A long tabletop with uneven seats on both sides, and there seemed to be a hole above the hall. The upper part of the bricks and stones and the upper half of the corridor were swept into the void, and countless bookcases and volumes flew into the air and frozen there.
This is the foyer. He has been here once and once with Teacher Anluother. Now this elf's ancestor brought him here again.
"Among the four spires, the Noumerlin elves each left a unique technology in the last room of the Thousand Gate Hall."
"Therefore, the people of Light designed the most demanding conditions and had to choose the most perfect recipient in order to become the heirs of that technology."
"The last room can only be entered once. Once that door technology is activated, the last door of the Thousand Doors Hall will disappear forever."
Quvenlar said this and turned around and looked at him, "Your Holy Creation Art comes from now on?"
Fang Zhu nodded.
"The holy art of creation is actually the creation method," Quvenlar stretched out his other hand and pointed it forward gently. He seemed to have a layer of water in the darkness, and the space was filled with silver ripples.
The ripples intertwined with each other, forming natural and harmonious magic circles. The magic circles were like white trees growing branches, lush branches and leaves intertwined, and finally formed an elf chess piece in his hand.
The elves in the autumn woodland love this kind of chess game. From the upper to the lower level, even in Evan Quinn, there are many elves who like this game, so Princess Brian knows a little bit.
But what Fang Ling saw was not this at all.
He was stunned. What Quvenlar used was the art of creation, but he was many times more proficient than his.
But... no one has ever said that this light leader is an alchemist, he... isn't he an air knight?
What's more, the piece flashed with a charming luster in Quvenlar's hands. When you look closely, it turned out to be a mitsilver chess piece.
So far, square plucks can only use local materials to generate some earth and stone structures, which look like they can be intimidating, but in fact the structural strength is vulnerable.
"Don't be surprised," Quvenlar flicked casually, and the chess pieces in his hand also dissipated like smoke and clouds, as if they had never existed.
"This is just a little trick," he suddenly stopped again, holding the holy sword in one hand, looking into the darkness ahead, "Do you know what creation is?"
Fang Yu slowly shook his head. In fact, the creation technique was named by him and An Luoser because it had the ability to create all things.
"It is not unique to the Noumerlin elves," Quevenlar said, "not created by us, but like your brilliance, from an older being."
"Or might as well say," his eyes shining brightly, "Your glory is one of the same origin as it."
The elf king suddenly raised the holy sword in his hand high.
"Ed," he said, "don't you want to see the Eternal Seal, it's here."
Quvenlar raised the holy sword in his hand and gently stroked it down. Fang Zhu suddenly felt his chest beating, and the gray gem turned into a ray of light and shot out from his heart, shooting into the hall ahead.
The light seemed to hit a fictional door, and then the heavy doors opened one after another, as if a key was placed in the keyhole, and behind the last door.
A tall shadow appeared.
When Fang Yu saw the shadow, he couldn't help but subconsciously screamed out. Not only him, but Miss Dragon Soul also appeared at the same time, looking at the towering shadow inexplicably.
It was a dragon knight.
It stood quietly behind the Thousand Gates, holding a holy sword in hand, with a skull hanging down, and a snow-white armor, like the shaping of all lights.
"——White Knight."
Miss Tata blurted out.
Chapter completed!