Chapter 605: The Flame of Civilization
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The sound of swallowing saliva echoed in the vast laboratory, and I remember that there should have been a lot of arcanists lining up to use the circle back and forth, but now there was only their own lonely shadow...
She took a few steps back with a shocked face, a few guesses that she couldn't accept, and then ran to the door of the laboratory, but before she could push it open, the door opened on its own.
Camilla, who was standing at the door, made Sylvia stunned for a moment, she felt in a trance that she saw a high elf, because Camilla's appearance and high elf have very similar characteristics, but she has human blood after all, and the difference in hair color and eye pupils cannot be hidden, Sylvia reacted, and then asked sharply: "Human, this is not where you should come!"
Although the words were tough, the trembling fingers still revealed the panic in her heart, and Camila's expression was quite complicated, and then she walked into the laboratory defenselessly and closed the door with her hand.
"If you can, sit down and talk, Mage Sylvia. ā
Cami stretched her hand and gestured, "You can call me Camilla." I have high elf blood on my body, and I can be counted as half a high elf. ā
The pure High Elves and the subsequent explanations solved Sylvia's previous doubts - after all, humans seven hundred years ago were deliberately isolated by the High Elves, and more than 99% of the human beings had never been in contact with the High Elves, let alone spoke the High Elves. But the "half-elf" was the only exception, so she didn't give birth to more antipathy.
It's just that Camilla's calm but compelling momentum made Sylvia very awkward, but thinking of her full stomach, she weighed it again and again, and decided to put away the superiority and arrogance, and sat opposite Camilla hesitantly: "So... Half-elf, can you tell me what the hell is going on? What time is it? The orc attack is over?"
Camilla understood that the "attack of the orcs" in her mouth was referring to the war before the "Time Loop" enchantment was opened seven hundred years ago, not the stupid green-skinned barbarians some time ago. So she calmly retorted, "Then allow me to ask a question, Master Sylvia." When was the last day you remembered?"
"New Fire Month, 21st. ā
Sylvia frowned and replied, she remembered that she had written a diary that day, complaining that the wave of orc attacks had never stopped, so she had some impressions.
"So... What year is the New Fire Moon?"
This question made her stunned: "What year? In the year 1302 of the Buno calendar, why do you ask?"
Camila blinked, looked at her and replied slowly, "It's the year 590 of the Elon calendar, and if you count it according to the 'Buno calendar', it should be 2021." ā
"2021? Isn't it 719 years off... It'sā"
Her answer made Sylvia feel like she had been struck by lightning, and she had been dreaming for more than 700 years, and it was hard to believe that this kind of thing had happened to anyone, so she didn't take Camilla's words seriously at all, and stood up, her hands instantly condensed with arcane light: "Impossible! It's a scam! You must be a half-elf spy who has broken into Elson! I advise you to be honest with me!"
Realizing that the arcane power was as comfortable as ever, Sylvia was immediately relieved, but before she could continue to say anything, Camilla, who was sitting in the chair before meeting, raised her hand and pressed down, and the "arcane binding" that was almost completed collapsed into a purple light on the spot...
"Elemental Elimination! You..."
Sylvia was so frightened that she took several steps back in a row - being able to interrupt the casting of spells in the air without generating magic fluctuations was comparable to the strength of Gyalda's mentor, could it...
She suddenly reacted and asked tremblingly, "You... What does it have to do with Turing?"
"Turing was destroyed, but you're right, I'm doing the same thing as Turing now. ā
Camilla raised her hand and pointed to the chair in front of her: "Sit down and talk, I'm afraid we have a lot to talk about." ā
"I don't... I don't believe it..."Sylvia shook her head and retreated, "How could Turing have been destroyed? That is the hope of our High Elves! It is our Guardian!"
"Hopefully, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed, Mage Sylvia, didn't you find out you were dead?"
Camila calmly recounted the extremely cruel reality, breaking through Sylvia's last psychological defense: "Not only you, but the high elves have perished in the war against the orcs, and so far there is no direct bloodline left. And in Elson City, it is none other than Turing, the 'Guardian' as you call it. ā
By this time, Sylvia found that she no longer knew what to say, she looked around helplessly, and found that her chest, which should have risen violently at this time, was not moving, and her body was like a pool of stagnant water, neither breathing nor heartbeat, cold and desperate.
"Khadgar activated the 'Time Loop' enchantment, which sealed the entire city of Elson for 718 years, and it wasn't until last year that the city's enchantment disappeared and we discovered that all of the city's High Elves were dead. But death is not the point, and all the dead High Elves have been controlled by Turing and become its puppets. We worked hard to destroy Turing, and we fulfilled Khadgar's last wish. ā
Camila looked at the real High Elves in front of her, and felt a lot of emotion in her heart - the "Holy Order" where she used to belong claimed to be a descendant of the High Elves, and was committed to restoring the glory of the High Elves to the arcane... But the overly extreme thinking has not allowed them to gain much so far, how would these self-styled "descendants" think that there are really survivors of the High Elf period in this world.
Although Sylvia is an "undead" in the standard sense, if she recovers all her memories, it will not only represent a high elf mage, but also mean the "spark" left by the entire high elf civilization!
What is the reason for the decline of a civilization that is completely ahead of its time? The answer is probably in Sylvia's memory.
Sylvia's expression was a little numb at this point, and she felt that her head could not even analyze what was in Camila's mouth, and as the other party narrated, she found that everything matched her previous "dream" - after being reborn as an undead, she had experienced several battles with her former mage companions, and this time she even faced the impact of demons...
No matter how much self-paralysis you have, it can't compare to the instinctive analysis in your head. As a mage, Sylvia is not a fool, and after Camilla has finished telling everything, she has basically confirmed that the other party has not made anything up. But confirmation is one thing, acceptance is another.
She hugged her head and slowly crouched on the ground against the wall, muttering in despair, "Why is this happening... Why did you choose me..."
Camila understands that this kind of shock may be difficult for anyone to digest: when she wakes up, she finds that the world has changed, her family and friends have long since disappeared with the wind, everything she is familiar with is completely unfamiliar, and if she were herself, she will probably doubt her own existence. However, she believed in Roddy's arrangement more, so after seeing that Sylvia gradually fell silent, she got up and said, "If you still don't believe me, I'll take you around." (To be continued.) )