At this moment, Jonah felt a little confused. In any case, that name should not be spoken by the survivors in the ruins of the strange northern continent's elf village... let alone appear in the story that happened a thousand years ago. That name is Ben's A secret that belongs to him alone. The most precious and heaviest secret in the boy's short 17-year life. After a conversation with his first mentor, Gilberto Gilberto Nairnion, he gradually realized the meaning contained in Segres' unnamed book. That It is guidance from the world above. The Betrayer's Prophecy is a series of signposts that lead him to a certain historical moment.
Why did fate choose me? The young man thought about this question more than once. With the bizarre journey, he gradually became accustomed to being in the center of historical events. He witnessed the chaos of the Western Continent, the turmoil of the Southern Road and the newly ignited war in the Eastern Continent. Jonah is An introvert. He is not used to taking out what is in his heart and sharing it with others. The only people who have seen the broken pages of the unknown book with their own eyes are a few partners of the original Pitchfork team and the first generation mentor in the turbulence of time and space. .Even the knowledgeable Elliot and the mentor have never known the name "Segles". This made Jonah unconsciously make a judgment: the metaphor of the betrayer is the only one, and he is the one being betrayed. The only one chosen by the only guide.
Now what the Thorn Elf said overturned his cognition. The young man suddenly covered his chest with force. Through the thick clothes, the yellowing pages of papyrus were emitting a burning heat. "You said... The Betrayer Segres." He asked forcefully and calmly, trying not to have any strange vibrato in his voice. Among the Pitchfork Team, the only one who could see through other people's disguises and read a person's fragility from their eyes was Long Ji. That's it. The Oriental woman is not around at the moment. Jonah thinks that his back can deceive all his partners.
Rose Knight rubbed his eyebrows with his fingers. He seemed to have remembered something, but he was not sure. The Stewart brothers and sisters did not express anything.
"Now, that's the name." Malu Firson dipped a little bit of honey with his little finger, put it under his nose and sniffed intoxicatedly: "I don't know where he came from. I always feel that everyone knows him, but I can't explain clearly. When did he appear in the village? Elemental elves don't like to deal with humans. But Ringolpant is considered a treaty port after all. All kinds of guys will appear. It's been so long. I can't remember clearly. What did he say? But he wanted us to make a choice."
"Choice." Elliot pressed.
"Hey, this or that, neither one of them is a reasonable choice. It's really embarrassing." The thorn elf said lazily, slowly sticking out its purple tongue towards the honey on the fingertips. "It's better to say it's annoying. That idiot."
"You have to make a choice." The man wearing a hood said. He stood on the highest observation deck in the village. He couldn't see the expression on his face. A bunch of leaves dyed pale colors hung beside him. The wind blew by, but the treetops swayed uneasily in the silence.
"There is no time. No matter what, save our village." Malu Fengshan, who is more than a hundred years old and in her prime, said anxiously. She watched the light behind the man getting brighter and brighter, already covering the skyline. The green towering trees were completely submerged. The emerald tree disappeared. Not even the power of the Supreme Council of Elemental Elves could compete with this terrifying destructive magic. As a young acting speaker of the council, he could do nothing but hysteria. What is it?
The faceless human being had time to raise two fingers. "First, all the residents of Ringolpant can survive. But I will send you to a distant place. You will never be able to return to this land. See familiar people. Look up at the familiar sky. You must abandon everything that the Thorn Elves have established before. Culture, art, history, even language and writing." He raised a finger. "Second, there are forty-two. The thorn elves can survive. The barrier will protect you. No matter in this disaster or in the long years to come, the only one who can hurt you is yourself. But in exchange, you must stay where you are and wait for someone to arrive. .When that person appears, the Thorn Elf can leave Ringolpant. On the other hand, if that person never shows up, the agreed time limit is...forever."
Firth felt his heart snap in half. Thorn Elf law stipulates that in emergencies, the Acting Speaker of the Parliament can exercise the power of the entire village council. Decisions were made on behalf of Ringol Pant. The young elf who had just taken office for three days now She had to take on this responsibility and choose one of the two ridiculous options. She didn't know how many seconds she could use to hesitate. But what came out of her mouth was a question: "Should we give up even sculptures and paintings?"
"Oh, that's right. After all, you can't take anything with you. There won't be time to create in peace when you get there." The betrayer replied.
"I choose the second option." The balance in his mind tilted. The young elf made a decision immediately. "...Can I ask the last question?"
The hooded man raised his staff. The bright white magic light had covered the sky and the earth, turning the world into a blank: "Tell me about it."
"...why 42 people."
"Because that's the best number. Na."
The barrier was born. Forty-two thorn elves were wrapped in an indestructible sphere. A light blue six-pointed star sand fell from the hourglass. After a brief moment, Ringolpant disappeared. The thriving forest village together with One thousand, five hundred and sixty residents disappeared together. Fortunately, everything happened so quickly. Even if I concentrated on it, I couldn't hear a groan.
On the sixth day, Malu Fir led forty-one elves out of the barrier. The continent changed its appearance. Dirty black water flowed in the river valley. As far as the eye could see, there was no trace of green. Light ash covered the ground. The sky burned. The rainbow-colored aurora. Ringolpant Village is a village built on a giant tree. Now only the charred roots are left looming in the dust. The thorn elves are crying and looking everywhere except for the storage room deep in the roots of the tree. Apart from dozens of jars of honey and a few tools, they found nothing identifiable. The ashes leaking from their fingers were a mixture of plants, mountains, and countless souls. No one could separate them.
Elemental elves never lie. They did not leave their hometown...the place they once called their hometown. Time passed. This desolate continent became colder day after day. The wind blowing from the other side of the endless mountains was unimpeded. Sweeping the Hokuriku. The cruel natural conditions killed the hope of green plants to revive. Millipede Fir led forty-one companions to dig out the roots of the giant tree. They slowly rebuilt the entire village with the only wood. They lacked food and could not get plants. Supplies of magic elements. It took four hundred years to build a beautiful parliament hall. That day, an unprecedented heavy snow suddenly fell. The thorn elves sat in the empty hall, looking up at the exquisite arched dome. The first meeting held outside the barrier in four hundred years was held.
"Why all this?" Of course someone asked.
"Otherwise, what can we do?" the Acting Speaker shrugged.
A thousand years seems to be a long time, but in fact it is shockingly short. Every time a visitor passes through the ruins of Ringolpant, the elves place a pebble in the barrier to count. The pile of pebbles has just been stacked into three. A strange visitor arrived. At this time, the village already had fifteen houses. It built a magnificent storage room, a council hall and an art exhibition room. However, out of caution, the elves never showed up. Receive visitors. Regardless of whether they are humans, elves, beasts or other creatures who enter the village. They come with curiosity and leave with doubts. The elves have been keeping their promises and waiting silently... until this dwarf arrives. .
The weather was surprisingly good that day. The snowstorm that lasted for two months had just ended. A small figure walked far away in the thick snow. "I brought a message." The dwarf wearing a blue hat shouted as soon as he entered the door. "Don't be afraid. I know you are hiding inside. You don't have to come out to see me. Just listen to me. That person is coming. You don't have to wait long. He will appear in the northern continent. This is a message from the blue hat dwarf. .Please have no doubt. He is coming. He is coming."
After repeating it four times, the dwarves left Ringolpant. The forty-two elves had mixed reactions to this. Hundreds of years had almost made them forget the meaning of waiting. Millipede Fir felt an excited murmur in his heart. She pretended to face tomorrow calmly, but she tossed and turned all night long.
Soon after, changes indeed occurred. What arrived was not the man predicted by the betrayer, but another disaster. Earthquakes ravaged the northern continent again. Ice sheets collapsed. Plates fell apart. Volcanoes erupted into plumes of smoke that reached into the sky and the earth. Magma billowed. The melting ice and snow caused a huge flood. The lava then filled the river valley, making the whole world boil. The "Dawn of the Second Era" divided the northern continent into five islands. The Star Island where the elves live became the most bizarre and unpredictable climate. At one place, it took three and a half months for everything to gradually calm down. The fir trees opened the barrier and found that there was thick ice outside. The newly built Ringelpant was frozen in the ice, like insects frozen in amber.
"What now?" Of course someone asked during the meeting.
"It doesn't matter what happens." The Acting Speaker replied weakly.
The man did not appear in the end. Hundreds of years passed. No one added stones to the pile of small stones. Because no matter elves, beasts, humans or other creatures, they would not notice the buildings below the ice. No matter how long their life span is, it will come to an end. The thorn elves have forgotten the meaning of the word "despair". They are still waiting. Waiting for the promised person, waiting for relief or waiting for death. Malu Fir can't tell clearly. She put down her honey-stained fingers. "Six humans entered the village three days ago. This was quite surprising. But now, the people we were waiting for have arrived. How strange this feels. Do you think so?"