Southwest of Erathia, on the edge of the Tulaone Forest. A middle-aged man dressed as a farmer takes a nap in the shade of a large tree. Next to him was a basket of harvested berries. The midday sun is not big. Through the gaps between the leaves, scattered scattered on the face that seemed to have been sharpened by the monotonous words of poverty and had lost any life. His face was filled with a peculiar indifference soaked in some calm words. Perhaps this basket of berries was enough for his family to feed and clothe for a week.

The forests of Tula Leone are the territory of the elves, and there are few people living around, and the farmer seems to have passed by to rest. All around was the chirping of birds mixed with the sound of the wind blowing. Heaven and earth are quiet and natural.

There was a strange noise, and suddenly from the depths of the forest broke the silence around them. It wasn't too loud, but the ground was trembling slightly, and countless birds in the forest were startled, and immediately animals flew out of the forest one after another.

The peasant-like man stood up from the ground, and looked at many animals running out of his side, and his wooden face showed a look of surprise.

After this strange tremor, a gust of wind seemed to be in the forest, but something more invisible than the wind, spread out around the forest, sweeping through every inch of the entire area.

The farmer's wooden face was completely occupied by a look of amazement, and he looked into the depths of the forest as if he were looking at the miracle of the creator god. Then the next moment his movements were completely out of the realm of a farmer, and he jumped up his tree with a movement that was more agile than an ape, and climbed to the top of the tree as fast as he could. It was a much taller tree than the others, which was why he chose to rest underneath, and now he could see something deep into the forest from the top of the tree.

A huge blue light condensed in the depths of the forest, and even the heavens and earth clouds seemed to turn blue under the reflection of this light. Strange fluctuations emanated from there, covering the entire space of the territory.

Another strange noise and a tremor in the ground. It doesn't seem to be a vibration from a sound. It was the sound of the ground shaking. It seems that a huge earth monster is walking in the depths of the forest.

The farmer was not like a farmer at this time, but like a lizardman warrior who had been honed in the jungle for decades, flying and leaping through the trees, rushing deep into the woods with speed and agility that no ape could match. Deep in this forest is the largest elven colony on the mainland, and the elves don't like humans, and there are strange magical enchantments to prevent humans from approaching. But the farmer, who did not look like a farmer, was now in a hurry, as if there were hundreds of thousands of baskets of berries waiting for him to harvest.

Loud vibrations and sounds occur at a fixed frequency. But it only happened a dozen times before the sound faded away. Then the whole forest was calm again, and this time because the birds and beasts were almost all gone, and this time the calm was a dead silence without the slightest sound.

At a speed close to the birds. It didn't take long for the farmer to reach the outskirts of the elven settlement, but there seemed to be no protection or obstruction here. He only hesitated slightly, and rushed into the realm of the elves.

The trees in the deepest part of the forest are the tallest and thickest, and there are countless treehouses on top of them that are extremely beautiful and integrated with the trees, as well as other unique elven buildings, which form a spectacle that can never be seen anywhere else. But the strangest thing about this wonder now is that it is empty, and not a single trace of an elf or even an animal appears here. It's a quiet place.

There was no longer the slightest sallow look on the farmer's face, replaced by the look of a lone wolf roaming the wilderness and jungle. He wandered unhurriedly through this silent wonder. The gaze wanders over the ground, the surrounding trees, and even the sky. The farmer knew that the great blue light that had exploded here was gone. Although he couldn't see the time when the blue light in the sky dissipated as he ran through the woods, he could feel the dissipation of the fluctuations. Although he felt that kind of fluctuation, he was not very sure of what he felt.

When he reached a stone platform in the middle of the elven city, he finally stopped and stared blankly at the stone platform. There was a trace of a huge magic array with a radius of ten meters on the stone platform, and he could tell that Zeng Jing should be a teleportation magic array. But now the magic gem on this magic array is completely gone, in the center of the place where the most precious star eye was originally located. There's a pile of blue scraps.

There is a small depression in the ground next to the stone platform, which seems to be created by something huge pressing on it, and there is another place about 20 meters away, and then there is another one more than 20 meters away. This depression continues in one direction. It seemed to be the footprints of some behemoth, and the trembling and sound of the ground just now seemed to speak to the problem.

Following this strange footprint, the farmer came to an open place without trees. To be precise, it was not empty, but a huge pit, a few miles in diameter and hundreds of meters deep, and the color of the soil in the pit showed that the pit had just formed.

A footstep sounded behind the farmer's teeth, the footsteps approaching softly but quickly, and the quiet environment made the footsteps clear. The farmer did not look back, and the footsteps stopped behind him.

"My lord, I didn't find a single elf. Not only elves, but also unicorns and vultures are gone. ”

It is said that it is a man dressed as a hunter in his forties, but this hunter is now standing behind the farmer's back, which is not the action of a hunter. Nongda did not answer, but looked at the huge dirt pit in front of him with a frown. In front of this pit, the two of them were no different from two ants.

One after another, several more people came from all corners of the elven city. These people are dressed in ordinary clothes, either farmers or hunters or the like. They are not young, they are all around forty years old, and they all seem to be the kind of peddlers and pawns who are unknown in ordinary words, but now the look on the faces of each of them is incomparable to that of ten thousand peddlers and pawns combined. They all reported a similar situation, just like the Orion just now. They actually came here at the same time from different parts of the Tulaone forest.

One of the hunters reported: "But for the time being, the ancient tree of the elven war mentioned by His Majesty has not been found, so his subordinates will search for ......."

"No need to look for it, this is the location of the Ancient War Tree. The farmer pointed to the pit that was too big to be called a pit.

All of them had varying degrees of horror on their faces. They could all see that if this was a pit created by the removal of a tree, the tree would be incredibly large. And how such a large tree could be removed from here out of thin air in such a short period of time is even more incredible.

"This mission is over, and I will go back to report to Your Majesty. Go back, each of you. ”

The farmer was still looking at the pit, and took out a teleportation scroll from his bosom and opened it.

Celeste, the Shining Castle, inside the Pope's study.

His Majesty the Pope is now sitting at his desk. The most powerful old man on the continent was now playing with the pile of blue scraps on the table like a child. Standing behind him now was not Lancelot, but a knight with a calm, almost wooden countenance, who did not have the dazzling sparkle of other Templars except for the glorious armor that indicated his identity as a Templar. Standing not far from the desk was Inham, who had just arrived. Marquis of Ernie and Bishop of Adra.

"Marquis, do you see what it is?" asked the Pope, tucking the dust between his fingers. Although there was a smile on his face, the window of the study was also open, and the sunlight outside was shining in, but there was a cold smell in the room.

"Your Majesty calls me by name. The title of knighthood in the world is nothing but a pile of dust before His Majesty.

During this time, I am grateful to Your Majesty for letting me, a layman, live temporarily in this glorious castle, and I am willing to serve Your Majesty. The Marquis bowed graciously. He stepped forward to pick up some powder and looked at it carefully in front of his eyes, showing a slightly surprised look. "This ...... Seem...... It's supposed to be Star Dust...... But strangely enough, there was no magic fluctuation on it at all. “

"This is what the Tammik Knight has just brought back from the forests of Tulaone. Oh, and by the way, the Turalone Forest is now completely empty, and probably some time today at noon, the elves who used to inhabit the forest have disappeared. The Pope's words seemed calm, but the indescribable coldness seeped from the deepest depths of his voice and expression, and soaked into every millimeter of air in the study.

The Marquis's face was still so humble and peaceful, but Bishop Adela couldn't help but look surprised. His first surprise was not the disappearance of the elves, but the fact that His Majesty the Pope could know so quickly that Turalion was not next to Celeste.

The Knight of Mick, who is now standing behind His Majesty the Pope, is a Templar Knight, but is not under the command of Lancelot, and is directly under the orders of His Majesty the Pope. He almost never appears in public, and is rarely known even among Celeste.