Warm sunshine and cool breezes......

The strange feeling made Given's eyes open.

He was in a clearing in the middle of a strange forest, looking up at the clear blue sky.

Where is this? Givens remembered that a moment ago he was in a secret room full of debris, unable to find a way out, but now he was in a vast and beautiful world.

Who am I? Givan had sensed the strangeness, and now he saw it all, and it was not himself who felt it, but a stranger. His consciousness was hidden in a strange body, peeping at it all.

"Who are you?" a somewhat lazy voice rang out in the sea of consciousness. The voice was gentle, clean and pure, without the slightest malice.

"Given. In front of that voice, Given's answer was almost uncontrollable by his consciousness.

"You're not the person I'm hoping to meet. But you make me feel very familiar. The voice was a little hesitant at first, but soon it took notice.

"But since I met you, it must be fate that has brought us together. Hello, stranger, I'm Evans, Evans of Silvermoon. ”

"Evans of Silvermoon!"

The name pierced through Given's mind like lightning, leaving a huge shock and roar.

Evans of Silvermoon, the founding hero of Solland, and a legendary mage who turned the fate of the world around. He is the ancestor of Adella, the source of all Silvermoon bloodlines, and his descendants are a thorn in the side of the royal family of Solland, and they are also the ones who the Silvermoon guards want to sacrifice their lives to guard.

The voice seemed to read everything that was going through at once, and then muttered to itself in astonishment.

"The future will be like this......

Getting a snippet of the future from Given's thoughts seemed to sink the voice into a sad silence. This rare opportunity made Govern finally can't help but ask the question he cares about the most.

"Evans, aren't you dead?"

"I—I don't know?" the voice hesitated, "I'm just a mark here, and I'm only here to tell you some moments from the past. ”

Givens began to understand somewhat what he was encountering. Everything here must be a magical effect hidden in that relief of fate. Someone left a trace of the consciousness of Silver Moon Evans in this relief to tell future generations something. Vallet's loss of consciousness in front of the relief must have suffered the same accident as herself.

Her consciousness should also be in this world, quietly watching everything that has been deliberately left behind by her predecessors.

But what did they want him and Valley to see?

There is only one voice that can answer all this.

"What were those moments?" asked Given.

"The birth of fate. ”

"Fate?" Given's initial confusion was a little confused, but he quickly realized that Evans was referring to the longsword "Fate". The relief in the Temple of the Forging God actually recorded the moment when fate was born!, but Jiwen soon wondered: Isn't fate the magic sword of the Valley family, why is there a remnant consciousness of Silver Moon Evans here?

However, before Jiwen could think through all this, the surrounding picture quickly changed.

The body's gaze returned from the sky to the ground. In front of him, a giant warrior wrapped in inky black armor admonished him in a stern tone.

"Evans, you must get the weapon of the forging god, otherwise you will not be able to break through the walls of the royal capital, and this is related to the fate of the life of the entire world, do you understand? ”

Evans nodded, but his silence seemed to say something else. The Black-Armored Warrior seemed dissatisfied with Evans' performance, and he moved out of the way of his mountain-like body, revealing several figures standing behind him.

A dragon silver-armored warrior was leaning against the tree, looking curiously. Beside him, a sorcerer who covered himself in a black cloak was focusing on his meditation. Farther through the woods, an elf as quiet as a spring in the forest was chatting with her companion, an elven girl with a huge bow on her back.

"Do you want to kill them all, just for the promise of a sandman?"

The Black-Armored Warrior's tone was already full of anger, but Evans's voice was still calm.

"I see, now I can go. ”

"Mark my words, Evans. ”

"I will. ”

Just a moment later, Evans was in front of a mysterious forge. The unique furnace was inscribed with inscriptions that no one could recognize, and magical flames of various colors swelled, and the molten metal in the center of the furnace shimmered with white light.

Next to the furnace stood a sandman woman.

Her beauty was so dazzling that her descendants still maintained the unique heroism of her ancestors' eyebrows after 10,000 years.

If it weren't for the fact that he had known the secret beforehand, Givens would have even thought that it was Vallet who was standing by the furnace.

Originally, Givens was looking forward to the continuation of this story, but the picture froze, and Evans's voice sounded in his ears again.

She is Mingsha, the first person to pick up the sword of "destiny". ”

Mingsha is one of the Seven Heroes, but Jiwen discovers a group of Sandmen and several of his most hated monsters standing behind her, the winged demons.

Evans sensed the intense hatred in Givan and explained, "Mingsha and her army of sanders were sent by the demons for reinforcements from the western frontier, and she was following the orders of the Demon King to compete with me for the mysterious gift of the Forge God. ”

"Uh...... Is she the enemy?" Evans's explanation did not confuse Givan but made him even more confused.

"She was a nice person and a friend of mine, but she was just blinded at the time. ”

After hearing Evans' explanation, I wanted to continue to ask for clarification, but Evans was busy explaining the gift of forging gods.

The mysterious furnace in the picture is the Forge, one of the oldest artifacts in the land legend. If anyone can meet the countless material needs of the Forge Spirits in the Forge and pass its brutal test, they will be rewarded with the Forge Forge of Crafts' gifts, weapons tailored to its needs. During this trip to the forest, Evans tries to build a staff for himself, and Mingsa is trying to stop him.

But in the last step of the ceremony, there was a problem.

"No one could have predicted what the Spirit of the Forge would be, and I had never expected the Spirit of the Forge to ask me to kill Mingsha and then sacrifice her heart to the weapon. ”

"And then, you gave up?"

"Not only that, but I even angered the Spirit of the Forging God, and as a result, it used the materials I contributed to forge the sword and gave it to Mingsha, and then things got out of hand. ”

Evans's tone was unusually slow as he spoke, as if he was recalling something he had never forgotten.

Givan guessed that the memories must be terrifying, so terrible that Evans didn't want anyone to see them. Even if the purpose of this spell relief was to show the scene of the birth of fate, Evans locked it firmly in his mind. Until the end, Evans didn't show the moments in his memory through the pictures, and he didn't even use words to explain what happened.

Only the unbearable silence reminds of the horror of those scenes of the day.

It was a long time before Evans's voice reappeared.

"That day, I failed everyone. ”

As Evans' painful voice ended, the frozen images began to shatter and reorganize. The Black-Armored Warrior and his companions reappeared in Jivin's field of vision.

"It's all over......" the black-armored warrior slammed his fist into the ground in pain.

"You said that even the weapons of the forging gods would not necessarily defeat them. Evans's voice, though loud at the moment, was full of traces of inner wavering.

"But we have to at least try. Otherwise, everyone will just die in vain. But now, the weapon of the forging god is in the hands of the enemy, and all that awaits us is slaughter. ”

"I'm not going to let anyone die. Evans's voice suddenly fell silent.

"Hmph, did you do it, if there is a staff made for you by the Forging God, maybe there is a glimmer of hope. But now ......"

The tone of the black-armored warrior was already full of despair. But at this moment, Evans didn't intend to continue talking to him, he turned around and replied quietly, "I will do it, because I am Evans of Silvermoon." ”

The voice, which had always been quiet and even a little weak, was resolute and unwavering at the moment. The slender back was full of strength at this moment, like a mountain peak towering into the clouds, standing on this land.

This was the last image that Givin saw, and as the voice faded away, everything in front of Givin's eyes blurred and then completely dissolved into darkness.

"That's how fate comes from. Evans's voice rang out again.

Even Given, too, understood the scene just now. It was the story of the revolt of the elves against demonic rule 10,000 years ago. This interlude in the woods should have happened just before the final battle.

But these pictures are very different from the stories that circulated 10,000 years later.

The sandman heroine Mingsha is not one of the Seven Heroes, but a lackey of the Demon King. She competes with Evans Silvermoon for the gift of forging gods for the sake of the Demon King. Although there is a bond between her and Evans that goes beyond the camp, the end result of this battle is that the rebels have nothing to gain, and Mingsha has obtained the "fate" with great destructive power.

These bizarre episodes raise a bigger question, what happened in the decisive battle that took place in the royal capital, because after the decisive battle, Mingsha became one of the seven heroes, the demon dynasty fell, the elven kingdom rose, and the bloodline of Silver Moon finally became the sinner of the kingdom......

"What happened in the decisive battle that followed?" Before he knew it, the question had blurted out.

"Those don't matter anymore...... The important thing is that you understand your fate. ”

"But I haven't understood yet. ”

Jiwen only vaguely knew the origin of this sword now, but how to stimulate the power of this sword, and why it would inspire demon-like behemoths from this sword, were all clueless.

"You'll get the ......"

"We?"

Before Jiwen's doubts could be spoken, his consciousness suddenly burst out of the illusory space and returned to his body. And in front of his eyes, Vallet slowly turned her head, her eyes full of tears, and she could barely stand.