The sight behind the gates, after a thousand years of silence, is finally known at this moment.

It's just that the scene is not very comfortable.

All that caught sight was corpses all over the ground—no, not corpses, but intact skeletons, white, dressed in tattered and decayed armor, and scattered weapons of all kinds. The hall was open enough, but it was completely covered with bones, and Delkora was even forcibly stopped.

Because there's nowhere to put your feet.

The three of them were silent for a moment.

“...... A slaughterhouse?" After a while, Satya said with some difficulty, "A buried evidence of war crimes?"

In fact, the Thorns themselves were slaughtered by the rebellious Silver Elves - if the bones here really belonged to the Thorns, then what happened to them is probably self-evident.

“...... May the Light bless them and give their souls rest. Assas bowed his head in silent prayer.

"No...... No," Delkora was stunned for a moment, but soon, he noticed the anomaly: "No, you take a closer look...... Is this like the place that the slaughtered should have?"

It's a little weird indeed. Although the pale bones were momentarily distracted, if you look closely, you can clearly see that the bones are not in a messy position - there is a high platform in the center of the hall, all the bones are distributed around this high platform, and even the skulls of all the corpses are facing the direction of the high platform.

The scene is inexplicably weird.

“...... I don't dare to speculate," Del Cora thought for a moment, then shook his head, "Let's explore first—try not to step on their corpses." Respect the dead. ”

"Hmm. ”

The hall is spacious, but there is very little to explore. The walls on all four sides are also painted with gorgeous wood grains, but they are not the veins that make up the magic circle, but more like some kind of splendid display - these wood grains themselves have a weak reaction to the elements, but they are extremely brilliant, and each wood grain shimmers with a faint golden glow brought by the magic effect, which has not dissipated for more than a thousand years.

Delkora tried to touch one of the lines with her mental power, and the light shone.

One coat after another, one picture after another, and one epic after another, were projected in mid-air by illusory projections. Every picture is splendid, every picture has a heavy sense of epic, and behind every picture, there is the glory and inheritance of a family——

Now, however, they are just phantoms.

"This is the family crest of the Thorn Elves," Assas and Satya, attracted by the movement here, also leaned over, "Thorns, Aoki, vines...... And these, probably older coats of arms that have been lost to history. ”

"The history of the Thorns...... Del Kora took a step back, his gaze quickly scanning the poems written in the ancient elven script, his gaze resting on the brightest part of them, "I can still recognize a few words, mourning...... Sacrifice...... It's a personal pronoun, eh...... Should this poem be called the mourner?"

“...... Ancient Elf is not a compulsory course, but you should learn it. Assas sighed, "I'll come, I'll translate." ”

"Good. Del Cora happily relinquished his position, "Someone is the most comfortable job to do for you." ”

Assas shook his head, didn't say anything, his eyes focused, and for a moment, the ancient chapter reappeared from his mouth.

"Praise be to the God of creation, to be the Creator and Guardian of all things, to be all and one, to be all and all, to be the law of the law, and to be the master of the truth, our only Lord.

The original continent of Lanman was bleak and desolate

The earth was covered with lime and brimstone

The creator God came to this world

Bring life, bring hope.

God sows the seeds of life in the forest

So the forest gives birth to the seeds

This newborn race is beautiful and intelligent

They are companions of the forest and wild beasts

The light of the sun and moon shines on the continent

The newborn race is bathed in the light of God

The sun and moon bestowed the power of the elves to protect them

The silver people chose the sun

The thorny tips of the thorns were stained with the glow of the dark moon

The races of the sun and the moon still walk hand in hand

The difference in power did not bring disagreement

They believe in God's will

God's will is their only one

Their abode is alive and well

Where the forest is located, is the land of the elves

The Golden Clan's talent is their treasure

God's gift is their eternal strength

And so a new life arose

A new generation of silver elves is born in the forest

The race of the sun and the moon became the leader

They will overcome all obstacles

Leading the Race Forward"

is the standard format of narrative poetry, which tells the origin of the golden elves and the history of the settlement of the elves. Del Colamo rubbed his chin, "But ...... Assas, this rhetoric is simply too pale, do you really translate these flowery sentences correctly?"

"I've omitted a lot of unnecessary modifiers, and that's just the first part," Assas glanced at him, "and you can translate it word for word with a dictionary yourself—if you want to waste a whole day here." ”

"Okay, okay, I shouldn't bother your ......" Delkora raised his hand in surrender, "Still, I'll warn you that all three of you here know enough about the history of the elves - maybe you can just watch the last part?" I think it should explain some of our doubts. ”

"Unfortunately, no. Assas's gaze swept over the last few lines, frowning and shaking his head, "The end of this narrative poem is very ethereal,

So the loess buried the emblem of thorns

The glory of the blazing sun is forgotten by posterity

The proud race that walked between the sun and the moon lost its bearings

Their future is hard and bleak'

It's like it's not done and waiting for the follow-up – we can't get enough information here. ”

"By the way, the material used to draw these wood grains is pure gold, right?" Satya noticed the glittering golden glow on the wall and reached out to touch it, "No wonder the magic circle on that gate is starting to decay, but the magic circle here is still intact." ”

"Recording one's history and glory with pure gold is like something that the Thorns can do. Delkora nodded, "Apart from them, there is no other race on the continent that is so luxurious." ”

All of this shows that this place does have something to do with the Thorn Family, and it has a lot to do with it—looking at the situation in the hall, Delkora unconsciously began to imagine what it would be like in this hall before these bones died.

Vaguely, he had an idea.

"Shall we go to the altar and have a look?" Delcor pointed to the high platform, pointing his hand.

"You think it's an altar?" Assas followed his fingers, "Is there any basis?"

"There's no basis for it, but the magician's instincts can be trusted," Delkora pointed around, "And, imagine where these people stood before they died—don't you think they're going to be doing some kind of ritual around there?"

“...... It looks like so. Satya nodded, "So, what do you think these Thorns here — assuming they're Thorns — were collectively held here and then killed in the process?"

"Actually, I don't even think they were killed - even if there are only bones left, you can't find any signs of external death. Del Colamo rubbed his chin at him, "I even think it's an organized and premeditated mass suicide......"

“...... I have reservations," Assas retorted, "the Thorns are arrogant enough to value glory above all else—a mass suicide in such a small place would be unacceptable to any normal Thorn Family member. ”

In fact, during the Elven Civil War that year, not a single member of the Thorn Family surrendered to the Silver Elves - not a single one. Even if the higher-ups of the Silver Elves deliberately wanted to save some of the lives of the Thorn Elves, those members of the Thorn Family all fought to the death in the encirclement, and no Thorn Elves bowed to the "inferior elves" in their eyes for the sake of their lives. This led directly to the collapse of the entire Federation of Races almost instantly when the Kurlot Orcs invaded - the Silver Elves' rebellion was not entirely organized, they lost all their top leaders when the Kurlot army approached, and the hastily elected parliament and government were simply vulnerable.

Delkora didn't answer, and flew straight in the direction of the altar after freeing himself from the levitation. There were bones on the altar as well, but not as densely packed as below - directly in front of a richly dressed corpse (the garment had not been weathered, which was enough to suggest that the garment had once been a high-end piece of equipment), at the top of the altar, Del Cora found what she was looking for:

A notebook.

Or rather, a record of the sacrificial rites.

"The sacrificial rites of the elves, whether they are sacrificed to the creator god, ancestors, heroes, or fallen soldiers, must make a rigorous record of the cause, process, and result of the sacrifice, and place it on the altar together with the sacrifice. Afterwards, the notes are collected and stored for later reference—as I saw in a folklore book. Delkora held up the notebook, careful not to touch the rest of the fallen skeletons beside her, and floated all the way down the altar, "It's an old tradition of the elves, and it seems that even the Thorns haven't abandoned it. Thanks for this tradition. ”

The notebook is also embroidered with wood grains that ensure that the book will remain readable after a thousand years and not be weathered. The notebook was thick, but there wasn't much to record, so Del Cora flipped it open, looked at it twice, and then threw it to Assas: "The ancient elven language is indeed a record of a sacrifice." I saw some related words. ”

Assas reached out and took it, and after a cursory flip, his gaze stopped at the first line of large letters on the first page.

He couldn't help but read it softly.

"We're tired of running away. We crave liberation. ”