Spread out on such an area less than the size of a table, the surface of the harp is as smooth as a mirror from a distance, because the text pattern is too subtle to clearly distinguish it from the plane.

Behind the harp, there is a huge library. The long lifespan of the elves, especially the royal elves, is enough for them to accumulate a huge amount of knowledge. A vast book suspended at the highest point of Eore, reflected in the light and shadow, representing an infinite quest for spirit and knowledge.

Cottages adorned with jade and jewels are scattered in rings in less than a square kilometre of Eore. Plants full of spirituality and gorgeous birds shuttle through the gaps in this pink-gold pure land, surrounding the majestic existence in the center of Eore.

It is perhaps the only ancient creature in the world that can rival the life of the gods, a golden cherry tree that dates back to the creation of the world and now requires nearly 100 people to surround it.

The golden cherry blossom has thus become the totem of the elves. Only the royal elves who have been recognized by the Golden Sakura can be recognized as the king of the elves. And the full name of the elf kings of the past dynasties is the "Golden Cherry Blossom Elf King".

The huge canopy that covered a third of the canopy in front of them was filled with youth and antiquity. The pink-gold petals almost obscured her slender dark green leaves. The fluttering pink petals swayed and fell like snowflakes, but they did not fall on anyone's head or shoulders, but only on the emerald lawn, and immediately became one, repeating the cycle of Eore's life.

The ochre-colored trunks shimmered in ancient elven language that even the oldest elves could not read. It glows softly pink like a heartbeat. Those quaint symbols seemed to be the eyes of this ancient tree with hundreds of thousands of years of life, scanning everyone who walked into the Pure Land of Eore.

Lovian took a deep breath of pure air, then exhaled slowly. This is the pure land of life. Rather than the Pure Land of Light, so here accepts a qiē with a peaceful mind.

Even the judge who was one of the bloody hands of the Flying Flower Courtyard wearing a mask beside him, the indifference and murderous aura around him was purified.

The Mercedes under the golden cherry blossoms of Eore is the most perfect but not dazzling elf king.

Luo Weian stepped forward and performed a demon etiquette.

"Dear Elven King, the last time we met, you said that there was no chance of us becoming friends - but now it seems to be. ”

Mercedes also smiled politely: "It depends on your determination and perseverance." This may be a little different from your concept, because this is the world of elves. ”

Dominita stood a little further back beside Lovian, her teacher's main task this time was to learn the art and art of military strategy in war. Although the beauty of the surroundings made her feel a deep sense of guilt when she thought of the word "war".

"Then I'm going to need to learn. Lovian lowered his position. smiled.

Mercedes responded with a beautiful smile and then gently stroked the unpretentious ring on his finger. Under the golden cherry blossom trees, a white mist appeared out of thin air and slowly condensed.

Lovian took a light breath. Dominita looked at it with a strange gaze. He looked at his teacher again. And the judge next to him seemed to look at Lovian with the same gaze as Dominita.

It was a white and flawless piano.

The Elven King's elegant voice sounded, "Lovian, I can give you an overview of the Elven Clan. The elves are made up of two categories: natural elves and life elves. Among them, the Elven Royal Clan, the Elven Clan, the Wood Spirit Clan, the Faerie Clan, the Demon Spirit Clan, and the Haflin of the Minar Forest. The Feiyao clan who lives in the pure light environment of the holy land, and the snow spirit clan who live in the frozen snowy region. There are also many elf races in Osiria, all of which belong to the natural elves and are suppressed and dominated by the bloodline of the elven royal family.

"Among them, the elves mainly live in the east of Victoria Island across the sea, in the east of the forest sea. The Wood Spirits and Faeries live mainly in the Elven society in an associated form, and some also live in the human world. Most of the rest of the races are solitary races, and the most famous elf city that lives alone is the sky city built by the demon clan that flies in the sky.

"The population of the elves is now about seven million, and they mainly live in the two elven cities of Dongdu Linhai. The names of these two elven cities, let's call them the Twin Cities of Light and Darkness for the time being. About two million elves live in two major cities. The rest of the elves mostly live in villages that are shaped like Eore.

"The reason why I chose you as our helper is first of all because of your talent, but it is not the most important thing, the most important thing is the musical talent you have. ”

Lovian's face was as usual, and he knew a little about it. But the expressions on which Dominita and the Judge looked at him were even more bizarre.

"Genie and art are inseparable. The old Elven language is all pronounced by singing, and today's Elven language is just a simplified version of an ancient language. Although the new Elven language has become the language of communication among the elves, the pursuit of art has never been lost from the elven bloodline. A word spoken in a flat tone may only be remembered by the elves for a few minutes, but if you say it in a singing or musical way, they may remember it for a lifetime. ”

"Is music really that rich?" said the judge, who finally couldn't help but be curious.

"The meaning of music is far richer and more complex than language, but only a few of you humans are willing to understand and learn it, just as there are few elves in the elves who study the art of war. This is a fundamental difference in culture, and it is indeed difficult for foreigners to understand. Mercedes smiled, "Legion, it is precisely because of your musical talent that you are able to combine the art of war and the art of music with each other, thus bringing a great boost to the unity of the elves. In fact, the names of all the elves' villages and cities are different musical notes. Even the name Eore is a piece of music, not the pronunciation we usually pronounce. With that, Mercedes chuttered a few ethereal notes, a sound that was indeed very similar to Eore's pronunciation.

"In the history of the elven wars. The commanders of armies were often masters of music, whether they were good at singing, harp, or flute - they used music to direct their armies and to convey ideas that they could not express in words. That's why we need you. What's more, the piano was invented by you demons, and I believe that you can be more thorough than our clansmen's musical expressions. ”

Lovian lowered his head in thought, and after a while, he looked up, "I need a while to practice." ”

Mercedes, who learned of Lovian's agreement, looked relieved. With a wave of her hand, she pulled out a one-foot-thick book out of nowhere and threw it into Lovian's hand. Almost didn't overwhelm him.

"These are the names of all the towns and villages in Dongdu Linhai, and the meanings of the various notes and tunes, and you definitely need these. Mercedes said lightly, "But now." Bring us a song!"

Lovian could only nod. He handed Dominita the music dictionary in his hand. Dominita struggled to interrupt what the Elf King was about to say, holding her book.

"Dear Elven King!" Dominita said in a skilled lingua franca, "You seem to have forgotten one thing, you said that only the natural elves are under your jurisdiction and suppression by your bloodline, but what about the life elves?"

Mercedes hesitated for a moment, then looked at Lovian.

"I think you know something about life elves. ”

Luo Weian was slightly stunned.

"One of your colleagues is a life elf. ”

"Guvaro ......" Lovian subconsciously said the name, and he and the other demon clan captains had noticed early on that this clan leader who didn't know where he came from and appeared in human form hid many more secrets than them. But at that time, all the fifth-level powerhouses of the Demon Race did not feel the magic fluctuations emitted by Gu Vallo's transformation technique.

"The Life Spirit is the one at the top of the pyramid of the Life Rank. Perhaps only the World Tree itself can surpass the Life Elves in rank. They are the purest of lifeforms, which have appeared since the beginning of creation. It can be transformed into the image of any life, and it will never be seen through. Mercedes seemed to see through the doubts in Loveian's mind, "Any bloodline suppression is a joke for them, and their lives are endless, and it is extremely difficult to kill them completely." However, the life spirits that appeared in history are extremely rare, and if I hadn't seen Guvalo's life spirit with my own eyes and felt the extremely pure life fluctuations that only the elves could perceive in him, I would not have believed that Osiria had such a race as the life elves. ”

Guvalo ...... This is the most low-key of all the Legion Leaders, and Lovian and all the other Demon Legion Leaders don't have a deep impression of him. He neither commanded a great defeat nor performed a great feat. The only thing that impressed him was that in the disastrous victory of the Holy Land, Guvalo, who had never been defeated by a great victory, lost all his army.

(At this moment, he even stretched out his hand to the crisis implied by such a palpable contradiction, but instead of continuing to think about it, he walked to the piano of the Elven King.) ）

Taking off his gloves, he naturally remembered his mother and sister. It was not a short time to come to this new world five hundred years later, and now that his scars were lifted again, all he felt was a long-lasting tingling pain, no longer the tearing pain that had made him dizzy at the beginning.

As every elf thinks, the true score is written in one's own heart. They have no details, and every detail only appears the moment the fingertip falls. The black and white keys starked against the gentle light from the golden cherry blossom trees, and in the reflection of the smooth keys, he seemed to be able to see Damien and his parents standing behind him.

The alto rises and then sinks, like the throbbing of the deep sea before a tsunami swept over land. Light and swift notes swirl between low, soothing accents, ejecting tiny crystals.

He blends his thoughts of family into the first stanza, and he sees Damian's face and mom and dad standing behind her. It's a clear ripple of clear sound, so clean that there is no trace of noise.

Gradually, a dark red flame burned behind them, the color of war, and his duty and obligation. He couldn't run away from it, but could only watch himself retreat, Damien's outstretched hand getting smaller and smaller in front of him, and finally extinguished with a flicker of fluorescent. The continuous bass and chromatic tones suffocate in resonance, oppressing and forcibly adapting themselves to the pain of war.

The clear notes gradually fade away, and the remaining accents continue to loop with the main theme. Repression is on the rise. But at the same time, the slow, muffled notes swirled at a faster speed, like a tsunami wave swirling at an accelerated pace just before it came ashore.

Loveian closed his eyes. You can't even feel the movement of your fingers. He knew why he couldn't recall his score in the hotel outside the Cross Brigade, because he hadn't found such an artistic conception at all.

The branches of the golden cherry blossoms vibrated as the notes were low and raised, and the other royal elves walked out of their houses and walked under the golden cherry blossoms, chanting meaningless sounds to the sound of Lovian's harp. It's like the sound of the wind, ethereal and mysterious, and you can't hear where they come from.

The total number of royal elves is not large. Except for the royal elves who had not yet broken the ice, all of Eore's royal elves had gathered under the golden cherry blossom tree. More than thirty elves sang along with Lovian's own life. Mercedes is no exception.

The bass in the undercurrent becomes deeper and deeper, and the voice gradually dims, and a slightly abrupt sharp sound lights up, smoothly replacing the dominant melody of the accent. Bright notes. It symbolizes the longing for the end of the war and the hope that is gradually rising.

But the resurgence of stress generally rises again. The turbulence muffled the delicate tremor of the clear voice. The tsunami rushed to the shore and swallowed up all the trees of hope that had sprung up on the shore.

The low and the sharp finally chose the balance, and the voice, which everyone could hear, was a desperate gaze at the distant gap between the past and the present. The war is over, but it is by no means the way that Lovian wishes to end - a nostalgia that is wiped out at the end of the war, betrayal and loyalty, glory and escape. Entanglement, entanglement. Finally accommodated into one color.

The notes entered a calm cycle, and Lovian was thinking about this qiē in the past, and opened his eyes slightly, and the reflection of Damien was still reflected on the smooth keys.

This is the desire for peace, but also the helplessness and sadness of the doomed war. The persistent hope for peace disappeared in the stress cycle of war, surging again, and stubbornly revealing a ray of light in the clouds of war.

The tone gradually subsided, and finally disappeared into the soft moans of the elves behind him as the last bright timbre faded away.

A reddish teardrop shattered on the keys, blurring Damian's reflection.

Lovien stood up and walked towards Mercedes, who had already detected the arrival of all the elves in his senses. The elves looked at the demon with the same surprised and intoxicated gaze.

"Didn't forget too much, thank you for giving me this opportunity to remember. He said to Mercedes, who was in the middle of the royal elves.

The judge and Dominita looked at Lovian in shock, and Dominita still had a string of tears on her face. He nodded to them in reassurance.

"It's hard to imagine," said a middle-aged royal elf who spoke to him, his wise and handsome features reminded him of Nanhart, but with more gentleness and indifference, "you should be obsessed with war, and you should have such a strong desire for peace." ”

"Felius. Mercedes briefed Lovian.

Another passage you hear from it can explain your doubts. Luo Weian calmed down and said.

Filius nodded, stroking a golden-red crystal ball in his hand, as if to see something in the chaotic patches of color.

"Now, now that Commander Lovion has arrived, we can continue our mission. Mercedes said this to all the royal elves. Then she flicked her wrist and retracted the white piano into a miniature space.

Suddenly, a dozen royal elves walked out of the procession that had gathered to sing Lovian's songs, stood behind Mercedes, and followed Eore out of her.

Lovien stood silently beside Mercedes, Dominita hovering beside him with her wings fluttering.

In the spring of 371 in the Swan Emperor's calendar, the Golden Cherry Blossom Elven King officially appeared in front of the Elven clan and began a war of unification to regain royal power from Harmaniya, who had established a feud in Tongguò to control the two cities of light and dark. Another major force influencing the continent began to gradually coalesce, and at the same time, the powerful forces in all directions of Osiria were also consolidating their strength in the calm before the storm.

A few days later, in the plain white décor of melodious music, Lovian's clear voice reverberates.

"Harmaniya's policy is undoubtedly successful and effective, and the prestige of the dark forces he has established in the past five hundred years has undoubtedly succeeded in separating the two cities of light and darkness, and has created a feud between the big families that control the two cities, so that the strength of the two sides restrains each other, and finally the extension of this contradiction has caused the surrounding elven territories to fall into a sense of crisis brought about by various quasi-war states, so that they have no time to take care of the problem of unification. ”

These are very clear theories, and all he needs now is to explain his plans clearly through the premise of Guò.

Lovian paused slightly, what he couldn't understand was that after that piano solo at Eore, he was quickly recognized by all the royal elves as a demon. Most of these long-lived royal elves have intersections with their own times, and they know very well what they did five hundred years ago, and they can willingly allow themselves to speak at the highest meeting of the elves—this is simply incomprehensible to the conservative demons.

Of course, Mercedes' support is also essential. He could see that Filius, as the magic elder of the elven race, did not support the appearance of his demon race. Without Mercedes' assurances, he would have probably been the first genie to raise a voice of opposition.

"So the longer it drags on, the more the elves' blood will bleed - this madness must end at once!" Mercedes said, patting the conference table in front of everyone, the glove woven with crystal silk making a crisp sound on the stone table.

The Flying Flower Academy actually had no intention of interfering with the Elven Clan's unification plan, and the Judge was able to appear here entirely because of his personal request. As a member of the Shadow Twin Blades of the Flying Flower Courtyard, he can lead a dark team to complete some tasks that cannot be directly spoken. (To be continued......)