Randolph hit the nail on the head, but Regulus did not give up, and he continued to run the weapons and equipment business in Onjolond, asking for information everywhere. Pen~Fun~Pavilion www.biquge.info He put the sword named Si Yuan in the most conspicuous position to display, trying to use this unseemly divine sword to attract the attention of special objects.

A few days later, a noble customer arrived at the shop of Anfaron Iladan, a merchant from the south. He was dressed in a white robe, with a jeweled coat of arms pinned to his chest, strange patterns painted on his hands, and a blood-red ring on his right index finger. His face was hidden under his hood, but it couldn't hide the powerful sense of oppression he exuded.

"I haven't seen your little shop a week ago, new here?" his voice was thick and magnetic, as if he was not young.

"I'll tell you the truth, we've only just opened!" said the elf named Ralm, who had been hired by Regulus.

"Where are you from?" he asked, wandering around the shop without looking up.

"We're from the city of Sasser, and this is our boss!" said Eljan, pointing to Regulus.

"What about Sassel?" he walked up to Regulus and looked up, and Regulus saw his face - he had wavy red hair, a pale green complexion, piercing and murderous eyes, a pair of red earrings hanging from his ears, and towering pointed ears, taller than the top of his head, holding up his hood. He stared at Regulus intently, and then asked: "Shopkeeper, it's close to the front line of the war, you have come from the front line where you need the most equipment to this big rear to do business, it's really hard work, these things you sell can't be the armaments looted from the battlefield, right?"

Regulus knew that this man must not be simple, and he smiled: "How can it be? Look at my tatters, how can I look like a magic weapon used by the army, but it is just a decorative thing for self-defense!"

The guest's gaze lingered on the sword for a few seconds, and then he slammed into the spirit: "This...... The power contained in this sword...... It's amazing!" He stepped forward in three steps and two steps forward, snatched the sword from Regulus's hand, and took it to his eyes to examine it carefully, "Where did you get this?"

"It's just an ordinary iron sword, you can see it everywhere. ”

"No need to hide it anymore, to tell you the truth, I am the royal high priest of the Desman family: Origen Strange, I haven't seen any treasures in so many years, I won't look away!"

When Regulus heard that his guest had reported his home, he must have had a lot of information from his position, and he had to get something out of his mouth, so he replied: "Well, you have seen through it, and you are worthy of Your Excellency the High Priest." I'll be honest, this sword is a peerless divine weapon forged by the influence of the heart of Cylim that I found with great difficulty and searching all over the continent, and this is the treasure of this store!"

"The Heart of Selim ?!! really have such magical powers!" Origen exclaimed.

"Do you know the Heart of Cylim?" asked Regulus, tentatively.

Legend has it that whoever owns it is the king of the elves, and it was by its power that we drove the dark elves into the ground in the First Age. It's a pity that I haven't seen it yet, but the last time there was a legend about the Heart of Cylim was in the Abyss of Zeller, and I didn't expect its masterpiece to be seen so soon!

"Zeller's Abyss, where the dark elves lurk?" Regulus obtained the key information from Origen's mouth, and he clung to the clue as if he had grasped a life-saving straw, but did not pay attention to hiding his true identity and intentions.

"Maybe I fell into the ground after the war with the dark elves, but it's just rumors, and it's impossible to really look for this rumor, let alone in the territory of the dark elves. Shopkeeper, you keep asking questions, are you still in business?"

"I'm sorry, but this sword is not for sale. Regulus snatched the Excalibur back, clutching the hilt to his chest.

"Oh, it's not for sale, I'm going to make a decision on this sword today!" Origen reached out to grab it, but Regulus turned and flashed it.

"Old ...... Boss, what's going on?" Ralm and Al Jan on the side were stunned, and Regulus also took off his disguise at this moment and changed back to his original face.

"You! you're the ...... of the human army," Origen quickly summoned a pure white sword with a spell and slashed at Regulus.

"Looks like you'll have to fight hard......," Regulus said, swinging his iron sword toward Origin.

Five days later, in the Salem district of Elton City, the underground entrance to the Abyss of Zeller.

"Is this the entrance to the Abyss of Zeller? I can't imagine that they should let the entrance open at the foot of their own palace, and their hearts are big enough. Regulus thought to himself, "That's where Wally began his rebellion." ”

Ever since escaping from Onjolond five days ago, Regulus had been inquiring about the Abyss of Zeller, and this time he came to Elton to see the dusty Volker district, and remembered Wally's tragic story, and he vowed to make the High Elves pay the price and set humanity free.

No sooner had he left Onyolond than he heard the news of the death of the lord of the city, Ensis Desman. It is said that he fell to his death and jumped from the top of the castle. The royal family knew about his mental condition, but the people didn't, so the responsibility was pushed by the elves to Regulus, the spy who had infiltrated at that time. When the populace learns that it was the same person who "killed" Mick and Ensith Desman, Regulus has become their word of mouth, a cruel and insidious murderer, but that's far from the end.

Upon entering the Abyss of Zeller, Regulus was shocked by what he saw. The Abyss of Zeller, as an underworld, is not as narrow and dim as imagined, but very open. The dome is supported by huge stone pillars, and many fluorescent plants are attached to the top. Several orbs of magic light were suspended in the air, presumably acting as the sun. In this underground world, in addition to all kinds of rare plants that cannot be seen on the ground, the town buildings also have a high degree of civilization, people trade and neighbors are harmonious, compared to the wars above, it is simply a pure land. Here, Regulus saw no nobles, no royal family and no army in power, and people were equal to each other, and there were few conflicts. Unexpectedly, human beings have pursued freedom and equality for many years, but the dark elves of the underground world have already achieved it.

Regulus disguised himself as a dark elf, still known as Anphalong Iradan under the pseudonym, and searched for clues about the Son of God and the Heart of Sulrim. But the area of this Zeller Abyss is the size of the entire Shimo Continent, and there are several layers underground, so it is impossible to find a heart in such a large place.

Three years have passed in the blink of an eye, and Regulus has fully integrated into the role of the dark elf of Ampharon, he has become a farmer, cultivating all kinds of vegetables and fruits every day, selling them in the market for money, and asking for some information by the way. During this time, he came to realize that the Dark Elves were not as evil as Randolph had claimed, and that despite their ugly appearance and harsh voices, they longed for peace more than anyone else, because they had no idea what had happened to their ancestors thousands of years ago. Regulus increasingly felt that the inner ghost who had framed him was unlikely to be the Dark Elf, and perhaps Randolph had been swayed by the prejudices that had developed over the years. In the past three years, he has lived well underground, and the group of humans above has been unlucky. They realized the importance of the advisor, and without Regulus's help, they retreated with heavy casualties. Despite his reluctance, Pavel Grady ordered people to search for Regulus's whereabouts.

In June of the thirty-fifth year of the Third Age, Regulus met a farmer named Rainer Serim, whose name reawakened Regulus, who had adapted to life underground, and reminded him of the purpose of his trip.

Regulus and Reiner met at the bazaar. The newcomer, Reiner, chooses the stall next door to Regulus, and during the casual conversation, Regulus learns that he has a wife named Sora and a seven-year-old son named Wright. The family had been traveling around the world before, and this time they were ready to settle down, so they became farmers in the neighborhood.

"No wonder I haven't been able to hear from me before. Regulus thought to himself, seeing Reiner's ordinary ugly appearance, how could he not think that he could be the son of God, so he asked, "Do you know anything about your family?"

"Family, most of us probably don't know our ancestors, we have been living underground for as long as we can remember, and we heard that the air of the world on earth is full of poison, and we don't dare to think about what the outside world is like. Do you know who your ancestors are?"

"No...... No, it's just a casual question......" Regulus hurriedly covered up, he already knew that Reiner was no different from other dark elves, they didn't know what happened nearly 10,000 years ago, they thought that the outside world was uninhabitable, so they would be willing to live underground for generations. It stands to reason that their ancestors who were forced to flee into the Abyss of Zeller should have relayed the historical records to the next generation, but none of the later Dark Elves knew about the war, which made Regulus wonder what kind of power had changed the memories of all of them.

"I don't know if you've heard of such a legend. Regulus continued, "Legend has it that every few thousand years, the gods will choose a group of spokesmen on earth to give them divine powers and save the world, and these people are called the sons of the gods. ”

"What an interesting story!" replied Reiner, in a hoarse voice, "but we don't need the gods to save us, do we? ”

"Yes, bland happiness is enough......" Regulus chimed in.