The quiet and quiet forest in front of you is the 'Lothllolin', and it is also the last home of the elves in the main material world.

Historians have always disagreed as to why this proud race took the initiative to step back from the center of the "stage" and hide in a corner of the continent.

Some people say that at that time, after tens of thousands of years of flourishing elven civilization, it had entered the end of the era. Although these handsome creatures with long ears still occupy the most land and resources on the continent, and still carry the glorious crown of "domination" on their heads, they have encountered the double problem of internal disputes and external invasions one after another.

Internal disputes intensified in conflict after conflict, eventually turning into an elven civil war that lasted for thousands of years. The losing side retreated into the deep and dark realms, prompting the birth of the Drow race. After that, the Elven Empire on the surface did not get the slightest respite, and then ushered in the catastrophe of the century known as the 'Dimensional Invasion'.

In fact, for the main material world, a "bad egg" with countless small rifts, the dimensional invasion is not a surprising novelty, and it is staged almost every day.

If it doesn't come today, then tomorrow Zhunbao will knock on your door early, and by the way, he will pull a few good friends to rummage through this and look for that, eat a few people casually, and collect some souls or something. Before the Magic Empire, this kind of thing happened quite a lot.

However, among these countless invasions, only the catastrophe that occurred at the end of the Elven Era was directly named "Dimensional Invasion" itself.

Because it was not a few alien monsters or demons who happened to encounter a spatial rift that invaded the main material world that time, nor was it a certain otherworldly race like the Mind Flayer Clan's 'Brain-Eater', but an entire plane. Almost all living beings in an entire plane, to be exact.

In the extant public information, there are extremely few records of that dimensional invasion, and most of them are brief descriptions of the elven civilization itself. Moreover, these descriptions are more or less a bit of the author's own speculation and obscenity, so it is impossible to distinguish whether they are true or false.

For example, a lesser-known historian described the event as follows: "Without warning, there was a sudden and massive spatial rift in our world." Some of the rifts were large enough to stretch for kilometers, while others were so small that they could only accommodate goblins to pass through. ”

"Countless strange creatures that have never been seen before have swarmed through the rift and rushed to our world. However, some of the rifts were open in the sky, and most of the creatures that passed through the rifts in the sky fell straight down, falling into puddles of miserable flesh. But this did not stop the slightest step in the footsteps of their successors, who looked like they were crazy, and did not hesitate at all, as if something terrible was chasing them. ”

"This is clearly not a group trip for plane travelers. Because of the language barrier, war is inevitable. With all of their troops, the 'Jungle Sentinels', the 'Ancient Tree Guards', the 'Whispering Rangers', the 'Sky Archers', the 'Unicorn Knights', and the most powerful of their time, the 'Inheritor's Blade', it is said that every member of this armed force is a legend. ”

"This is not the business of the elves, many of us races such as humans and dwarves have also joined the battle, but we can only hold on to the defense, and we cannot drive those strange creatures back from the main material world. The war was scorching like this, and some small cracks in the space were basically repaired, but the largest ones couldn't be approached at all. The number of opponents is gathering more and more, and the defense line is constantly being attacked, and it is always on the verge of collapse. ”

"You may say, 'No matter how anxious and nervous you are, we must have won that war in the end, otherwise the main material world would not be what it is now.'" Indeed, we won, there is no doubt about that. However, the process of victory was not what later generations imagined. ”

"The turning point of the war is very peculiar. Suddenly, without warning, a plague began to spread among the strange creatures. I'm not sure if it's a terrible plague, or a conjuring magic, or something else we can't fathom, but in short, the creatures are dying in patches, and the corpses are piling up, even the new invaders who have just made their way through the rift. Even the prisoners who were captured by the coalition forces and kept in the cages in the rear were not spared. ”

"The whole thing ended as abruptly as it happened. Because of the language, we know very little about the invaders, except from the few words we have just learned, that they seem to come from a plane that is about to collapse......"

After two major events in a row, although the Elven Empire is still standing tenaciously, its strength has dropped significantly. Coupled with the natural disadvantages of the elven race, low fertility and long maturation periods, their population continued to decline sharply, and they eventually had to retreat from the center of the "stage".

Of course, all of this is based on the records of historians, and we have no way of knowing what the real situation is.

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"That's it!" Barrett tightened the reins of the carrot and looked curiously at the forest in the distance.

In order to show respect and avoid unnecessary conflicts, the group chose to dismount and walk to the forest at the suggestion of the merchant Agil. Anyway, the destination is already in sight, and it can be reached with a meal at most.

Barrett touched the carrot's neck, fed it a few more of its favorite vegetables, and let the obedient mount return to the shadow plane to rest.

The guide, Jean, was not in the group, but went to a Visnats village near the Elven Sanctuary. In fact, he had completed his task and received all the pay, but he did not choose to go back directly.

Because the current situation in the Hanhai Grassland is quite chaotic and dangers are everywhere, he is worried that if he goes on the road alone, he is likely to encounter accidents on the way, so he chooses to wait in the Visnat village, and after Barit and the others finish their work, they will go to the village along the way to find him.

Although the relationship between the Visnats and the Kingdom of Holy Araso is very bad (in fact, it is more of a grudge and frequent petty revenge on the part of the kingdom), but after all, both sides are human, and the incident has passed for a long time, so even if you find out that Jean used to be a cavalryman, you will not do anything with him, at most you will be treated with some cold eyes.

The trees in this elven sanctuary in front of him were not as tall as the fir in the misty forest from a distance, but the most conspicuous tree in the depths of the forest was much taller than the tallest fir in Barrett's impression. It was a huge oak tree with a dense canopy that soared into the sky, revealing its greatness to the whole world.

"Is that tree the so-called World Tree?" Barrett asked.

"Yes. The little mage replied, "It's called 'Roshill,' which means 'crown of life' in Elven language." It is said that this tree was planted after the famous 'Dimensional Invasion' event, and the original World Tree slowly withered after the event, so that 'Lotshir' was born. ”

"Is there only one World Tree?" the barbarian asked again.

"It's not clear. "But in the custom of the elves, one tree dies before a second tree is planted. These World Trees have a very long lifespan, and it is said that only seven have appeared in the entire history. ”

Barrett and the others chatted as they walked towards the forest. Not far from them, a guy with a strange hood and a juvenile werewolf were looking at them.

Everyone nodded politely, not paying much attention to it. But just then, the young werewolf suddenly ran towards them. The wolf cub's goal is clear, as his eyes are always on Barrett as he runs.

The young werewolf used all fours to quickly come to the brute and make a dangerous gesture of fluttering. Just as our barbarian adventurer subconsciously put his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist and was on guard, the other party suddenly shouted a strange word in the air.

"Daddy!"

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