"Pakänth was the lucky one who escaped the Bay City massacre, right?"

The smile on Elivan's face gradually faded, and he asked seriously, and at this time Hood was already a little drunk, hearing Elivan's question, he thought about it, and then nodded,

"It seems that yes, I remember him once saying that it was because their young patriarch was too gullible to trust the sons of ancestors like us that he would bring such bad luck to innocent people, but he also said that he did not really blame his young patriarch, because every young man who grew up in the clan experienced all that, it was the feeling of loneliness and longing to be recognized, and that long talk was also the last time I saw Pakans, and he left me a letter, which was the contact information of some of the people who escaped with him, and then he disappeared, and I never saw him again。 Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Hood closed his eyes and said slowly,

"I guess that guy must have gone to get revenge on his biggest enemy, he said that is one thing that all the blood of the Umman must do, well, the Umman, I can't believe it, the old man had the privilege of being good friends with a silver man in the last decades of his life, but I can't help him in any way, but I think you know who their worst enemy is, right?"

Elevenn nodded, and the teary-eyed old Hood took out a well-preserved letter from his bosom and placed it on the table,

"You think I'm here for the Wild Mage? Hahahaha, from the moment I moved to Fortune Port, the matter of Master Wild has nothing to do with me, I am here for you, Elivan, since I heard about you from some of my friends in Pacans, I knew that I had to come and see you, I have no ability to do anything for Pacans, but you have, I have never opened this letter he left back then, because I know that opening it means a difficult responsibility, I am old, I still have children and family, so I can only pass it on to you, after making sure that you have that ability, I hope you can help themAt the very least, help them to complete the humble, that damn revenge, that's what you, the Patriarch, should do, aren't you?"

Elivan looked at the letter that had been somewhat yellowed in a daze, did not speak, and even when the old man curled up in a chair and fell asleep, he did not notice that the drunken Hood was like an insecure child, almost curled up his body to the extreme, and let out a cry or two from time to time, and it could be seen that the old man was regretting and grieving that he had not fulfilled the instructions of his old friend.

After ten minutes had passed, Elivan lifted the old man up with his elemental imitation arm and placed him on the bed in his office, and then he walked out with the letter and went straight into his study, and after sealing all the doors and windows with ice, he lit the spar lamp, and slowly but firmly tore open the letter that Pakäs had left for Hood.

"To my old friend Hood

When you read this letter, I may have returned to a foreign land, don't feel sorry for me, this is the fate that these of us have narrowly escaped, the last Auman must have experienced, we will never forget the massacre more than ten years ago, the tragedy of the noble blood from antiquity being trampled into the dirt again, I hope it is the last tragedy.

My life is nothing, but before I decide to do what I have to do, I am still worried about the safety of my only remaining people who are now hiding in the deepest part of the Silent Hill Wasteland, although that underground cavern is not so easy to find, but no one knows whether they can survive the next cold winter with little food and clothing, I don't understand why countless tragic encounters have befallen us innocents in such a way, but I have already learned to endure, I have learned to accumulate anger, and so have my people。

Old friend, over the years, with your help, I have done many things that my clan has not been able to do, I thank you, even if I am walking on the path of the soul in a foreign land, I will still pray for you! May the light of the sixteen true gods shine on you forever, in this final moment of parting, I have nothing to give you, but I know that you are a wild mage, but you have never known much about the true history of the wild mage.

So if you have some time to spare, take a tour of the ruins of Downtown Bay City, at least on the night when the Moon of Dove-tailed Flowers (April) and the Moon of Candles (May) meet, on the smoothest of the big rocks, in the direction of the constellation Ursa Major, where the scenery must be beautiful.

I was not willing to let this secret be destroyed with the last descendant of the family who was the inheritor of wisdom in this sad era, after the death of the old patriarch, it should be inherited by the talented young patriarch, but we cannot forgive him, because it is his childish pursuit of hypocritical "peace" that has brought us all this suffering, if you are lucky enough to meet him on your journey, please help me tell him,

We, the last of the Umans, will not forgive him!

We will pick up the sword again, we are the last glory of the proud Second Dynasty, and even if we die, we will die on the way forward.

-------Your most faithful old friend of the Aumans, Pakans Shurul Maphas"

After reading the letter, Elivan sat there without replying to his senses, and the first thing he did when he came back to his senses was to read the letter again from beginning to end.

"It's a remnant surnamed Marfas again!"

"Some of Rodnar's people escaped from that massacre!"

"Who are they going to assassinate? Rogge?"

"Oh my God! That's a lot of information!"

Elevenn held his head and wailed, and lay on the table, as if there was a large group of galloping horses trampling his reason back and forth in his whole brain, in the cemetery of the remnants, the grief-stricken old face of Rodnal, the spiritual confluence that was crushed by him, and the truth condensed in the letter now, it seems that the reason why Rodnar became so radical may have a lot to do with the wrong thing he did more than forty years ago.

And the gift to Hood that Pakäns mentioned in his letter seems to have something to do with the inheritance of the Second Age, and it is even likely to record the secrets hidden at the time of the transition between the Second and Third Ages!

After all, only the remnants of the Rodinar family had gone through that era and participated in it.

But thinking of this, Elivan couldn't help but feel a burst of worry for Rodinall, in order to avenge his people, he almost demolished the Tower of the Star and Moon alone, so he was grounded in the Tower of the Hateful, and spent another forty years looking for a messenger to avenge him, but he never knew that the redemption he had been dreaming of was actually in the deepest part of the Southern Wilderness, which was not far from Bay City.

Come to think of it, where can the remnants of those panicked escapers go except flee to the vast and sparsely populated wasteland? )