The half-plane ocean is endless, and the deep blue ocean of jewels roams with silver starlight, soft but sad.

Flender quietly stared at the sea in front of him, "Once you activate this altar and choose the path that Faust has prepared for you, there will be no turning back, and your end may be the same as Faust's." ”

Constantine said softly, "The senior is trying to persuade me to give up?"

"Giving up, sometimes, may gain more, and I didn't understand that until many years later. ”

The old elven king turned his head and looked at the descendants of the deceased in front of him calmly, his eyes precipitated with the vicissitudes of a thousand years: "More than a thousand years ago, I also gave up the title of elf king, gave up the huge territory and wealth, and followed your ancestors to explore the mysteries of the world. ”

"After becoming a forbidden spell mage, I thought that there were few opponents in this world, and magic had begun to tire me. ”

"Because it seemed to us thousands of years ago that the magic system pioneered by the elves had reached the end of the world, and there was nothing left to study. ”

"It wasn't until I met your ancestor Faustus that I and my people knew how ignorant and arrogant I used to think. ”

"In the decades of Dawnbreaker, I have learned what magic is, what the world is all about, and how vulnerable the magical power that we elves used to be proud of, that magic is far from stopping, that its territory is still expanding, and that there are countless secrets waiting to be discovered. ”

"At this time, I found the meaning of my existence. The old elf said, "In the past, I was just a corrupt elven nobleman bound by power and power. ”

"You still have a lot of possibilities in your life, young man. ”

The old elf looked at Constantine with a little pity, "You don't have to tie your future to some immutable destiny, just like Faust once did, you live only for that so-called mission all your life, even if you get great power, it doesn't make any sense." ”

Constantine could read the meaning of the old elf's gaze, a similar gaze he had seen in Joey's eyes, and in the Temple of Radiance, when the Pope unveiled his origins, he also looked at him with a faint pity.

The boy suddenly felt very tired.

After leaving Winterfell as a child and wandering into the abyss, he practiced until he grew into a bloody hunter, and then entered the Holy Empire to study at a chance level, and won the crown of the Martial Arts Conference and learned of his life in the Temple of Radiance.

After that, he returned to his native country, and after several bitter battles, he finally let the Dragon Knight fall, in exchange for a compromise with the Dragon Vein family, and in search of greater power, he embarked on a journey to explore Faust's tomb.

In the past eighteen years, Constantine has shouldered the hatred of his parents, his family and country, and the desire of countless Azeroians to seek revival and independence, and has carried the heavy responsibility silently, giving up the naïve ideals and innocence and kindness that he once believed.

Many times, he constantly gritted his teeth, was cautious and cautious in every step, calculated carefully in every battle, racked his brains, and exchanged the minimum price for the maximum result.

More often than not, he tried his best and ended up still scarred.

Finally, burdened with a heavy responsibility, he arrived at the mausoleum of the strongest mage under the stars, and was full of joy ready to inherit the supreme power that the other party had left to him.

And now, he has learned another cold truth, and while accepting the other party's legacy, it means that he will have to bear more unimaginable responsibilities in the future, and he will face an unprecedented enemy in the future, and there is no way back.

As early as in the Temple of Radiance, the Pope had hinted at this to him.

Yes, there are no fairy tales in this world, there is no real golden finger that makes people get to the sky in one step without hard work, there can be no free cheats under the cliffs, and there are no priceless treasures buried in the forest for him to dig up.

Often, the greater the power, the more expensive it is to gain it, and the greater the responsibility and the less freedom it has.

He will be tasked with not only the hatred of his parents, the defeat of the Dragonlance Dynasty, but also the mission to revive that ancient race, and he will face countless legendary opponents, each name enough to suffocate people.

Even if he reaches the height of Faust in the future and becomes the first person under the stars, he will fall at any time.

And, more importantly, Constantine had a hunch that once he activated the altar and pulled out that thing under the altar, he would no longer be him, no longer a pure human being.

Up to now, Constantine has lost a lot of freedom, but this time, what he has lost will be the freedom of fate.

If you embark on this path, there is no turning back.

Constantine looked up at the endless sea and muttered to himself, "I have come so far, why give up, what can I do after giving up?"

"You can get out of here, forget everything and become a normal person. ”

The old elf king looked at him and said, "With your talent, it will not be difficult for you to become the great magister of the human race in the future, any country has your place, and then, you can spend this life in a very peaceful and beautiful way, and finally die peacefully as an ordinary human being." ”

Constantine was silent.

Yes, if it weren't for that night ten years ago, if it weren't for his own background, Constantine might really be able to live happily and happily forever, as the old man in front of him said, and be an ordinary noble lord. You can live happily.

He can quietly lie by the fire and read fairy tales, stroll through the streets in the cold winter to enjoy the snow, climb halfway up the hill to watch the sunrise and sunset, and spend his childhood peacefully and joyfully, carefree.

When he grows up, he can sit at the desk with ancient books, write love letters with immature notes, occasionally learn a few little magic to perform in public, have dinner with a group of celebrities and ladies, and be an elegant and quiet aristocrat, proud of the spring breeze.

When he reaches adulthood, he will be able to take up his father's banner and sword, and stand at the head of Winterfell to receive the congratulations of his people, with countless Azeroya knights swearing allegiance to him with their swords in their wake.

Maybe one day, he will take the hand of a beautiful woman, gently uncover the snow-white wedding dress on her face, give birth to a bunch of lively and lovely children, and during the festival, the family will have dinner together in front of the long table, warm and harmonious.

As time passed, the fantasies of his youth gradually cooled and disappeared with the wind as more and more blood on the long sword.

But that day, under the fir in the snowfield, he looked at Kayan's beautiful face, touched her soft ecstatic lips, and the fire in his heart seemed to awaken again.

For a moment, he even thought that maybe he could really promise her to be by her side from now on, and follow her to fight the continent as an ordinary mage, sharing life and death.