The Tirne River is like a silk fabric falling in forests, canyons and grasslands, winding and twisting. After passing through the towns and cities dotted downstream, Griffith once again returned to the vicinity of the Turan Swamp, and the shore near the heavily guarded fortress.
It was very deserted and lonely.
He looked to the east again at the ruins hidden underground. Just seeing the mist-shrouded swamps and hills made his heart beat faster and he hurriedly looked away.
The air echoed with the never-ending sound of wind that sounded like a horn, and the vegetation and scenery on the ground were as lifeless as before.
If he hadn't known that the most prosperous town in the world lay ahead, the desolation on both sides would have deterred him, and he would have jumped ship and fled to the civilized world downstream.
Canaan, the most gorgeous diamond in the crown of civilization, the kingdom of elves, why is it located in such a place?
Griffith felt inexplicably panic and hurried back to his cabin.
He was lying on the bed, even losing interest in reading "Ann Hathaway", and playing with the echo crystal with dull eyes. If the distance between him and Galadia was not more than one kilometer or he was relayed by the echo hub, this would
A crystal allows them to hear each other's voices.
Now, of course, he couldn't hear Miss Elf's words, but he heard some strange intermittent words. In addition to the official scheduled broadcast of weather and time, some strange sounds could occasionally be heard in the crystal.
They must have come from distant frontiers, where only unregulated sounds could be made.
"The traveler of Duran is packing for his journey."
"Dulan is still sunny and sunny today."
These broken words were incomprehensible. However, as an intelligence officer, Griffith suspected that these were the code words of an organization and were giving operational instructions to minions scattered around the country.
Griffith threw away the crystal, covered his head with a pillow in frustration, and stopped thinking about it.
…
Early the next morning, he arrived at the place he had longed for.
This place is different from the previous scenery. The disturbing feeling of depression and dilapidation has been swept away, and the beautiful river bank is like golden and red pearls.
A majestic city gate stands in the birch and maple forest on the shore. The impenetrable dense forest, rivers and valleys are its city walls. A light blue halo and powerful psychic fluctuations envelope this place, making all hidden evil
There is no escape.
This is the Gate of Canaan, the dividing line between the mortal world and the kingdom of God on earth. Stepping into the gate means entering the glorious kingdom of God's people.
Galadia appeared in the pavilion on the bank of the Tierne River. She was wearing a green dress, gold and silver pendants and a belt that outlined her slim figure. She was sitting drinking tea with a restless look on her face.
Seeing her friend appear, she stood up happily. Her skirt was very short, and her long white legs were so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes away.
Griffith's good mood was about to blossom.
When they met, Galadia suddenly grabbed Griffith's arm, pulled him to the nearby maple tree and asked nervously: "How many lives have you prepared?"
Her expression was extremely serious, as if she were real.
Griffith asked: "Can you use the resurrection spell?"
"What is this? A magic spell? I've never heard of it."
"Then I only have one life." Griffith replied.
The daughter of the Canaan Archon was trembling slightly, almost biting her finger: "I just suddenly realized that Dad might think it's inappropriate for you to be my friend, and then ask Sidious to beat you."
This name made Griffith tremble all over. He looked around cautiously and found that her brother was not nearby.
This silly roe deer... Griffith took a deep breath and pointed at the majestic and dazzling Gate of Canaan in front of him: "You didn't think of this until I got here?"
"I thought about it, but I suddenly had a bad feeling these past two days. Many elves don't like humans!" Galadia pushed him, "Why don't you run away quickly!"
Griffith said flatly: "No, I refuse.
"I also want to confirm the opinions of your tribe."
"What!?" Galadia asked in panic, "What will you do if they come and beat you?"
Griffith approached her and asked in a low voice: "Do you still remember the zombie monster I used in the Black Realm and Bellomon Ruins?"
"Remember."
"Evil?"
"evil."
"Is it scary?"
"scary."
"That's right," Griffith looked around again to make sure that Sidious was not there. He then leaned over, put his left hand on Galadia's slender waist in a deserted corner, and leaned close to her long waist.
The long pointed ears said, "Then I will use an army of evil and terrifying monsters to tear down your woods, capture you, and rush out. With you as a hostage in hand, they must not dare to do anything to me!"
"Then you are still not allowed to be hunted to the ends of the earth?"
"Then I will take you to escape to the ends of the earth. If your people have any objections, let them try," Griffith said proudly, "Now that I am here, I will go in."
Galadia blushed upon hearing this. She twisted in Griffith's hand for a while before whispering:
"Then, let's go."
…
If there is any place in the world that can be called a miracle, the number one answer is Canaan. Located on the banks of the Tierne River, the wonderful city of Chilidu combines wisdom, power, majesty, magnificence, art and mystery.
The most dazzling treasure of the civilized world. Human magic also originated from the arcana they learned from Canaan. The mysterious and elegant white towers and suspended crystals scattered throughout the city remind the elves of their transcendent wisdom.
and incomprehensible power.
This city was built in the desolate and lonely north, surrounded by endless forests, swamps and frozen soil, but it has been the temple of magical theory and practice in this world for thousands of years. All races respect and fear the elves.
strength, and established a huge trade and research system with them as the core.
The Canaanite Senate rules the city. Outside the city, you can see a huge and slender spire standing in the north of the city overlooking Canaan. It is said that there is the Nebula Temple, and the core of the spire is the eternal sacred temple.
Huo has the richest library and the largest laboratory in the world.
Outside the gate of Canaan, there is a small town made of white stones and decorated with flowers. The villas, pavilions, roads and bridges are all of the elves' luxurious aesthetics and delicate lines. Travelers waiting to enter the country and businessmen who cannot enter the country stay here temporarily.
It’s really a good idea to place an advertisement, and it’s worth putting up. After all, there are many sources of books, complete books, and fast updates!
The rivers here are crystal clear, and the roads are flat and wide. Elegant elves travel in carriages and boats. They appear in the suburbs, with a lazy and noble temperament, as if anywhere and at any time is a tea party and outing. Groups of small insects
They lined up in small teams and worked diligently to clean up the horse manure and garbage on the road for them.
Griffith sensed that every elf possessed psychic ripples, and some were even very powerful.
They are the descendants of the gods, and each one of them is an extraordinary person, free from weakness and disease, and possessing talents from the moment of birth that are beyond the reach of mortals.
Some people even think that the interaction between elves and mortals is a kind of mercy and charity. The lifespan of elves is several times that of humans. In the best stories, those humans who have concluded a vow of love with elves will live in regret and melancholy.
Passed away, leaving the lover to die in loneliness. Beautiful memories have become a kind of torture, and the happy time is so short compared with the long life.
Galadia went to the entry channel specially designed for Canaanite citizens. Although she tried hard, Griffith still had to go through the entire immigration process like guests of other races.
The guards wandering around the Gate of Canaan have less obvious traces of elves. They are half-elves or human employees who are a mixture of humans and elves. The ears of half-elves are slightly longer and more pointed than humans, and the contours of their cheeks are more beautiful. Their
His eyes and expression are even more arrogant than those of elves, making them easy to identify.
The guards led the dogs and were fully armed. They urged the passengers to line up and open the boxes for inspection with unhappy faces. The air was filled with an unpleasant smell of sweat, and stern scoldings continued to be heard.
All goods imported into Canaan need to be strictly inspected to prevent anyone from carrying contraband or smuggling across the border. Within half an hour, Griffith saw two people being picked out from the goods and escorted to an unknown place to be imprisoned.
The checkpoint outside the Gate of Canaan is a heavily guarded defense line, but when you arrive at the Canaan Entry Point under the gate, the situation becomes completely different.
The air was filled with the faint fragrance of flowers, and the low-hanging treetops swayed with the music. At the end of the entry passage, the elves were sitting at the desks with no cover, and the foreign races entering the country were queuing up.
The half-elves completed epidemic prevention, security, and cargo inspection, and finally came to the elves to accept the review of entry qualifications.
Griffith waited in line obediently, waiting for the immigration officer's questioning.
Although he made an evil declaration, he actually didn't want to cause trouble at all. Those remarks were all for Galadia, who was only nervous when the trouble came. Just a Sequence 8 quasi-knight and his few undead creatures
, no matter where Canaan's opponent is, it's not enough to put teeth between teeth.
The first time I came to someone's house as a guest, I demolished the forest, killed the owner, kidnapped the consul's daughter and so on. How could such a ridiculous thing happen in the world! I wouldn't even write it like this. I'm not a death knight...
Maybe it's because it's cool here and the air is fresh. Griffith's mood is getting more and more relaxed. In fact, there is nothing to be afraid of. Sidious even threatened to turn me into a female knight... The worst case scenario is
Some elves really want to kill me, and they may not give up, but it will not be easy for them to take action in Canaan. I am the guest of the Archon and Sidious. Even if they want to attack me, it should be the Archon and Sidious.
It’s time for Ers to take action!
The consul may give me a beating, and at that time I will move out of the Black Realm. He is the wisest and most powerful man in the world, and he cannot be punished without mercy. I haven't done anything to his daughter yet!
For Galadia's sake, he should be polite to me.
Besides, I am now familiar with "Ann Hathaway"!
Feeling confident, Griffith filled out some forms and submitted them, then sat calmly in his seat, waiting for the immigration officer to review him.
"You are Mr. Griffith Blanton, the recipient of the Silver Oak Leaf Knight's Eagle Badge, right?" The person in charge of entry is a very beautiful and slender elf lady. She carries bows and weapons like her colleagues.
Put it on the shelf at the back, sit behind the desk in light and comfortable clothes and look through Griffith's documents, not worried that the immigration officers would get angry.