Here, another wilderness.

It can be said that this is a place where birds don't, a lot of stones and slag here for some reason, only some weeds and shrubs are growing, but it is such a ghost place, but it is quite famous, at least in a textbook when I was in school, I mentioned it many times.

Statues of all sorts of memorable people are built for posterity to see, and in this regard, the Earth has something in common with Cedras.

There are man-made ruins, houses built in imitation of his former residence, and monuments, statues, inscribed stone tablets, and basically, everyone who is commemorated has been dead for a long time, but there is such a person, or a spirit, people do not know whether he is dead or not, but according to his condition, most of them are dead.

Before their eyes were a life-size bronze statue in the wilderness, and a ruin wrapped in a magically made stone protective layer, which used to be a village, but a few years ago the whole village had moved to the city, and the nearest elven village was far away, but fortunately there were a few bouquets of flowers in front of the statue, which was enough to prove that he had not been forgotten.

It's a legend, and of course, everyone who has come from that ancient era is a legend.

The story of this elf is remarkably simple:

Struggling to survive the oppression of Smålan, join the Wizard Resistance, participate in the Crossing the Sea War, fight the ensuing Battle of the Avalan Canaan Coast (sometimes harassed by a small group of enemy ships, and complete stability is a matter of later), build the Six Rings, and then spend the last bit of his time exploring the unknown.

"It's really different from reading a book. She brushed her hand lightly over the surface of the statue's pedestal, "And it looks like it's just been maintained." ”

"He's also a legend, the statue was built by a group of people, how could no one maintain it. Albert performed a standard wizarding ritual and placed a bouquet of flowers, "Let's take a look here." ”

His living house was very simple, one floor square, several rooms, a kitchen, a living room, a bedroom, a study, oh and a small chicken coop, because it was originally a different wooden structure, the roof was lifted in a storm, and the stone protective layer covering the surface was something that came later, and people did not do the same thing as they did to tear down the house and build another one, but chose to keep it as it was as much as possible.

According to the people here, it makes no sense to tear down the real house and make a fake one on it, no matter how similar it is, it is a fake, or it is better to do that.

Therefore, even in the only two well-preserved rooms that can be inhabited, the tables and chairs that fell to the ground one by one are still in their original state, and no one is helping them up.

As a great man, of course, he also left a lot of articles for later generations, and among all the articles, the article he left is the longest, that is a total of 8,000 words taken out of a whole book, the longest of all the articles, is the longest, and the punishment is naturally a college student retention project, this article is also a little special, as soon as you enter the school, you start to talk, and then every semester you do something wrong that should be described, the teacher will hide it for the students as appropriate, and the price is to copy this article several times.

However, few of them complained that the article was too long, and they all felt that the teacher was too ruthless.

After all, it is not a sad spring, it is not a philosophical discussion, it is not a memoir of the living, or a chicken soup for the soul written by someone who has never even heard of it, every sentence is exchanged for the life of its author.

They didn't do anything, they just moved out of their stools and sat here for a while.

The scorching summer sunshine has made a comeback, making it very hot and upsetting.

Cecilia didn't show much fear of heat, contrary to the norm, she insisted on squeezing him, sitting on her thighs and arching back, but the feeling transmitted by the skin that was attached to it was not hot, but cold, which was the effect of magic, so it was said that it was good to marry a wizard, warm in winter and cool in summer.

The house was surrounded by relatively small shrubs and weeds, with no shade, but there was already a way to get rid of the heat, and there was an orc as a humanoid ice pack, and it was casual whether there was shade or not.

"Remember that text?" he asked. "Of course I remember, I felt like I was dying when I copied it, how could I forget?"

"Kant, the wizard of the elven race with six rings, ,???? to ????, place of death: unknown, scope of death: boundless space, for his brave exploration, he was posthumously awarded three medals of [Explorer], [Brave], and [Pioneer]. He found the point of the text in his mind, "Will he be attracted to the gas giant and then torn to pieces when he drifts away from the star?" Or will he freeze to death at ultra-low temperatures because he is far away from energy?"

Let's revisit the setting of the Six Rings: can replace food and breath with energy, never forget, body, soul, and spiritual power have exceeded the limit, and can improve themselves infinitely, but every bit of progress is difficult to compare with the sky, and there is a limit to lifespan, even the longest living elves, there is a day when death comes, as the Six Rings, they have sublimated into another independent individual who is almost out of the Cedras ecosystem, the wizard Kant, and the same is naturally true.

It's just that after he gained strength through a long time, he didn't do anything wrong, didn't shout slogans against the sky, just felt that everything in his life had lost its meaning because he watched the people around him leave one by one, and planned to do something meaningful in the end.

In the final Crystal of Records delivered to Cederas, he emphatically stated this, which he thought was the most meaningful.

In addition, a passage in the crystal is widely sung by people:

"I've lived too long, thousands of years have taken away too many things, time has passed too fast compared to the length of my life, power and money have no meaning, all kinds of people have seen too much, dynasties rise and fall in front of me, people are born, grow, reproduce, reincarnate, we are just a group of little ants who think they can do everything in the earth under our feet, even I am just a small drop of water in the endless river of time.

Now, what I can do is to take advantage of the last decades of my life to do something that will make people remember me, and that is to explore the truth of the world, and all intelligent beings who are prostrate on the ground, whether they want to or not, have the right to know what the truth of the world is.

That's all I, the elf Kant, to the end, and I do everything I can to keep it from being damaged after falling into the atmosphere, and to keep glowing so that people can see it, goodbye, now, the future is in your hands. ”