It has been more than two hundred years since the destruction of Emerald Forest Island, if you ask what can be changed in two hundred years? This question has a very different answer for elves and humans.

Two hundred years is plenty of time for the elves to complete a wonderful journey, hone a skill in the arts, or decorate a paradise with their partner somewhere in the Silver Crown Forest.

But for human beings, two hundred years is too long, more than four generations from birth to death.

Between the joys of life and the sorrows of death, dotted with loyalty and betrayal, sinking and salvation, love and murder, the human world is like a kaleidoscope of infinite changes, which makes the wisest elves a little dizzying.

While the Singh elves of the Silvercrown Jungle were still mourning the compatriots of the Emerald Forest Island, the impatient humans had already used the scattered Aya Elves to obtain the ownership of the Forest Island "reasonably and legally".

The reason is so sufficient, so noble, so universal, so unassailable that even the elven god Angelis cannot refute it. When the Singh elves despised the filthy behavior of humans and temporarily closed the door to the human world, the surviving Aya elves on the continent lost their only support, and then lost everything.

From territory to wealth, from body to soul.

For the death of his cousin on Emerald Forest Island, the Singh elves were extremely sad, but not too surprised. Perhaps when Ingway led the Singer elves all the way away a thousand years ago, he already had such a premonition in his heart. It's just that Ingway, including his heir Kerry Ben, definitely didn't expect that they would lose more than just their poor Lindao cousin.

The enchantment of arrows, the smelting of metal, the making of armor, the making of sugar, the processing of cloth, the cultivation of spices, and the production of high-yield seeds, what Lindao has brought to the human world is a mountain of gold so huge that even the goddess Woking has to spread her legs!

Wealth alone can't bring much trouble to the Singh elves, and what really gave the Silver Crown Jungle a fatal blow was another topic about two hundred years.

Two hundred years is enough time for an empire to rise to its peak.

In the year of the destruction of Emerald Grove Island, in the northwest corner of the mainland, Calswin miraculously rose.

This was originally a barren principality, and even the orcs of the wasteland did not bother to plunder. That year, the twenty-year-old Grand Duke Justinian succeeded to the throne, and at the same time, the duchy gained a great fortune out of nowhere.

Neighboring countries coveted the little principality of the sudden rich, and sent troops to recruit them. But the robbers soon realized that the great wealth of the heavens was nothing compared to the genius of the Grand Duke Justinian.

This natural king, who reigned for sixty-five years, fought in the north and south in the first half of his life, and forced the entire continent to submit in close quarters and distant friends. In the second half of his life, he revised the "Encyclopedia of Civil Law" to protect the basic rights and interests of all human beings under his rule; He befriended orcs and elves, communicated with each other, and even became good friends with the elven king Kerryben; He presided over the Council of Nicaea, declaring that his empire treats every follower of the gods fairly, that all temples can open their gates, and that he himself believes in Io, the god of the gods.

When the Treaty of Nicaea was signed, all the doppelgangers of the good and evil gods appeared and recognized Justinian as the king of the world.

Justinian did such a good job that the elves of the good camp could not arouse any hostility, even if his real wealth was so suspicious, and the queen behind him was so weird.

Two hundred years have passed, and Calswin has unified the entire human world step by step, known as the Calswin Empire.

Under the Empire, the war was extinguished within the human race, and they lived in peace and prosperity, and the trade with the Singh elves of the Silver Crown Forest became more and more popular.

So, when the current Emperor of the Empire, Belisar, left his army in the Silvercrown Forest, Kerribben and his close friend Cremar were left with only a mouth full of bitterness.

The elves have a huge tactical advantage, they have the vast gray ridge as a buffer, the huge mystery lock as the city wall, and the solid and reliable treants as allies, and in the early days of the war, the elves did teach the human army a painful lesson.

But what does this change?

The Calswin Empire has an entire continent, while the Singer Elves have only a corner of forests and mountains. The Calswin Empire has a population of close to 200 million, how many Singer elves are there? Twenty thousand? Ten thousand? Or less?

That's right, one elven warrior can take on at least ten human soldiers. But how many years does it take for a good Elven Warrior to grow? Human soldiers only need to train for three months to go to the battlefield, as long as they survive on the battlefield, they are veterans, and if they are given another set of armor, they are considered elite.

It can be said that the day Calswin unified the human world, the death knell of the elves was sounded. All resistance is only to delay the arrival of this apocalypse.

The Empire's propaganda machine is in full swing, and the Singh elves are promoted as the source of millennial unrest across the continent. The bureaucrats are hoarse, slandering the elves as the-stirring sticks of the human world, and they are pursuing offshore balancing, which has powdered the entire human world for thousands of years.

The human world has been at war for many years, and it is these despicable long ears that operate behind the scenes.

The entire human world was mobilized, and the people caught and killed the wandering Singer Elves, then put down their hoes and sickles, picked up their swords, and joined in the just cause of crusading against the Singer Elves.

In the fifth year of the war, the elves abandoned the guerrilla harassment of the outer Grey Ridge and turned to the mystery lock of the Silver Crown Jungle for defense. In the eighth year of the war, the Mystery of the Jungle was broken. In the tenth year of the war, under the pressure of Tyre, Rosada, Musk, and Cyril, Angelis returned to his kingdom of God.

The retreat of the race god has plunged the entire continent into a frenzy. Humans greedily yearn for a second Emerald Island, Mithril, bee candy, snow honey, fine jewelry, gorgeous fabrics, and most precious, the elves themselves.

More adventurers join the mercenary group and follow behind the Imperial army, in an attempt to share in this final feast under the banner of crusading against the "evil pointed ears".

Heavily armed, they swarmed towards the Elven Court deep in the Silvercrown Forest.

There, it was the last line of defense of the Singh elves.

But let's let go of the desperate Kerribben and his close friend Koremar for a moment, and turn our attention to another elven court—a forgotten realm and where it all began.

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Rain.

Rain.

Continuous rain.

The continuous drizzle on Emerald Forest Island has been raining for two hundred years.

The rainy season here is known for its long months, but it is nowhere near as exaggerated as it has been for 200 years. It's just that on the night of Aya's destruction, God's wrath came.

A powerful force has permanently changed the climate of this island. Since then, the drizzle has never stopped.

"But it's this drizzle that washes over the island, leaving it spot-free. You see, those new branches of the dragon crown wood, from a distance, do they look very much like the brilliance of jade? This is where the Emerald Forest Island got its name. ”

A young scholar, standing outside a huge treehouse, enthusiastically introduces visitors to the history and interesting facts of Emerald Forest Island.

After the destruction of Emerald Forest Island, the human armies that had long been in place emptied most of its wealth. Well-informed adventurers, who share the remaining dregs.

But strangely, humans didn't burn down the entire forest island. At first, because of the continuous rain, I couldn't do it. But in just a few decades, the culture and art left behind by the Aya elves have become increasingly popular in the human world.

Scholars began to promote Aya's art and culture, praising the spirit of Aya as the embodiment of "nobility", "elegance", "innocence", and "beauty".

Young artists and curious travelers flocked to the ruins of the elves of Aya, imagining how such a beautiful race could have lived in such a warm drizzle.

The Empire even designated the entire site of Aya as a cultural reserve a few decades ago. The decaying and collapsing treehouses were re-strengthened, and the termite nests deep into the trunk were carefully cleaned and covered with mortar for protection.

The empire also sent a lot of guards to guard it, lest the young people cut off the scales and claws of the ruins and steal them and sell them at a high price. The guards have been protecting this precious cultural treasure for many years.

Contradictory? While vigorously protecting the ruins of the Aya Elves, human beings are frantically slaughtering the Singh Elves who are in the same vein as the Aya Elves.

There is no contradiction at all.

Because for humans, a dead elf is a good elf. If the Singer Elves are completely wiped out, soon, the same cultural trend of the Singer Elves will rise in the human race.

That's what humans are!

"This is the heart of the Court of the Elves of Aya, the Fountain of Life."

Young scholars guide visitors to continue their deepening. He is from the Calswin School of Art and is well-versed in Aya culture. He conducts his own academic research on Emerald Forest Island and earns some extra money as a tour guide.

"Of course, the fountain of life has long since dried up, and these Eric stone pillars we see are the place where the elves of Aya used to perform sacrifices."

The scholar continues to introduce. Where the original Fountain of Life was located, only a shallow pit was left to dry up. Even though it had been raining outside for two hundred years, not a drop of water had gathered inside.

A few broken stone pillars stand alone, as if telling the story of the past.

"By the way." The scholar smiled slyly, "According to my research, this is the end of the famous festival of the Aya Elves, the Running Rain Festival. Their starting point is the port where you landed in the morning, and the end point is the fountain of life here. You may not have noticed that the entire route I am leading you through today is the route of the Aya Elf Running Rain Festival back then. ”

"Oh!"

A group of dozens of visitors exclaimed in unison. Things related to Aya are now widely sought after, not to mention walking on the same route as Aya and in the same rainy season. This makes visitors feel like they're almost right next to Aya.

"It's a pity, if the elves of Aya hadn't perished, what if it would have been great!"

Visitors lamented the discussions.

"Scholar! Excuse me, what does the elf of Aya look like? "There was a couple who looked like warriors with a very small child. This child is very well-behaved, and if he doesn't understand, he will ask the teacher, "Does it look like a Singer elf?" ”

Although his parents immediately covered their children's mouths, the question still made the scholar blew up.

"Ridiculous! Shameful question! He exclaimed, "As many people know, the Aya Elves are a peace-loving, beautiful and kind race, how can they be compared to the evil and warlike Singh Elves!" ”

He arrogantly criticized the awkward couple: "Even if it's a child, you shouldn't have such a wrong idea!" ”

"That's what your lord said! We will be strict in the future! ”

The scholar nodded, satisfied. Seeing that he had stopped here for a long time, he led the tourists to the next attraction.

No one noticed that there were two tourists wearing hoods, and their footsteps gradually fell. They carefully hid themselves in the shadows of being overlooked, waited for everyone to go away, and returned to the ruins of the Fountain of Life.

"The guards are far away." "There's nothing of value here, except for a few stones. ”

"Only stupid humans would think so."

Hale pressed his hand to the Eric pillar in the middle, nodded to his companion, and read:

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