Chivero was besieged between the mountains and the sea, and his deep thoughts kept him awake. One night, in order to eliminate the loneliness in his heart, he beat the rock wall of the cave with a long stone stick as a drumstick, and in front of the burning bonfire, he sang loudly, lay on the ground and laughed wildly.

Day after day passed, the stars flowed, the sun and the moon passed, everything in the outside world changed in his fiery heart, and everything inside passed before his eyes. Time has covered his face with beards and made his hair more messy, and he has carved his days and days into the stone walls of the cave where he lives.

At night, he had a lot of thoughts, and he counted the time by the light of the campfire.

"Alas," he sighed, "it's been seven years. The stone walls are full of his inscriptions.

He got up and walked out of the cave to the sea, he stood on the reef, his arms outstretched, he felt the breath of the sea breeze, he had already broken his chains, without them he was freer.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of the piano in the distance, and the voice was mournful and desolate, as if telling about his lost will.

Stunned, Chivero jumped off the boulder and walked off the distance in search of the music.

After a long time, he came to a wooden house hidden in the crevice of the mountain in front of a hill, and the sound of the piano came from the house. Although the house is located in such a wasteland, it is extraordinarily bright, as if it can withstand the erosion of wind and sand. The lintel of the house is engraved with the words "The Remote House of Time" in Scrawled Narcian characters, and rows of copper wind chimes hang around the house, which are continuously jingled by the wind.

"How can there be such a secret room here? I have never seen it in all my years here. Chivero thought to himself.

In front of the house stands a three-meter-high stone pillar, which has been inevitably eroded by the wind and sand, but you can also see two lines of unruly characters: "The North Heavy Heaven Road is vast with snow, and the world is in ruins." ”

These two lines reminded Chivero of the past.

He was only seven or eight years old. At dusk, he was practicing at the dock in Yuling, and suddenly a stranger passed by on the side of the road, this person had a handsome face and two blue swords on his back, and when he saw him, he asked: Little guy, how do you go to Dongchi Simu?

He pointed to the sun's sinking west and replied, "Go there and you'll get there." The man listened. smiled slightly, and then walked slowly into the distance, and whispered in his mouth: The North Heavy Heaven Road is vast with snow, and the world is all in ruins. Let's talk. Disappeared in the red glow of the setting sun. A dozen years after this, he saw him for the second time, in the palace of Silsa, where he handed over to Roe the Great the Great, who was called the King.

Chivero stepped forward and stroked the stone pillar eroded by the wind and sand. The man's name came to mind clearly. His name is Cang Lian, he has two Fuge long swords and a pair of ten soul eyes that appear from time to time, and he holds the power of the Eight Gates, and he comes from the legendary realm of the Qing Netherworld. He is a spiritual warrior and a hero, he is the one who summoned the gate of the demon domain to help the human race resist the demon soldiers, and his merits are better than those of the same gods, but he is content with peace, and his reputation is not known to everyone.

At this time, the mournful sound of the piano came to an abrupt end. A short man in a fur coat at the knees of Chivero half-pushed open the door to the cabin. He had two pairs of brown horn bags on his head, and a silver collar around his neck, which was hung with a brass brass bell in the shape of a trumpet flower.

"Human, please come in, you must have suffered from demons and loneliness. Looking at Civero, he exclaimed, not unfamiliar, and pushed the door wide open.

Civero looked at him, hesitated for a moment, and then walked up the stone stairs in front of the house.

The interior of the house is not very spacious. But it's clean. The room is divided into three rooms, two sleeping quarters, the rest of the space is for entry, cooking, and bathing, and four chairs and a round table are placed in the hallway. The little creature jumped lightly into his chair, dug out a jar of wine from a wooden box high up in a solid wooden wall, placed it on the table, and naturally sat Civero down.

"I don't think we knew each other. Chivero said.

"Of course," said the little fellow, nodding and blowing out the candle in the cavern. "But it's been a long time since humans have come here, and the owner has been gone for hundreds of years, and Moruz seems to be an outcast elf. ”

"Master?" Chivero thought for a moment, then asked, "Are you talking about the man, the man with two blue swords on his back, his name is Cang ......Lian?"

"Blueprint mercy," added the little fellow named Moruz, whose eyes were full of excitement, and asked eagerly, "do you know him, tell me how he is now, poor Moruz has been guarding here since he was gone, and you see, the house is as fresh as it was, thanks to Lord Moruz." ”

"We only met once a long time ago, and I don't know what he's like now. ”

"Okay. The little guy lowered his head and said in a low mood, "Moruz had already guessed that this would be the case. ”

He pointed to a long lyre hanging above the room and the wine on the table, and said, "These are the two things that the master left behind when he left, and that piano was his favorite, but now that there is no owner, it will sound automatically at this time of the year, and the tune played is like that of Moruz at this time." ”

"Moruz, are you an elf?"

"Yes," replied the little fellow. Moruz is a little elf among the elves (2), unlike other elves with strong spiritual power and dignified appearance, they are short, ugly, incompetent, and kind, they will only help their master clean the house, they are useless, knowing that their master has abandoned them, they will still wait in place stupidly, until the fairyland becomes barren, and when the evil and savage demons completely close this place, and can no longer go out, I hate that hypocritical guy, I hate my master, he imprisoned me here。 ”

"In that case, let us go out together and leave no more care about your master. Chivero laughed, his beard so long that he couldn't even tell he was smiling.

"Moruz and you?" said the little fellow, pointing at Chivero with his only three fingers, with a frown, "in any case, you black-bearded man is not worthy of his master, and you are more of a villain who does nothing evil than he does." ”

"Badass?" Chivero nodded and smiled, "Yes, I'm a badass, but in such an empty place, it seems like it's just the two of us, and no one can be with you except me, if you don't want to." Of course, we can choose to go our separate ways. With that, Chivero pushed open the door and walked outside.

"No!" the little creature cried out in front of Chivero, "Moruz has suffered from being alone, and Morruz hates this life. Hate to death!"

He shouted impatiently, and lowered his voice again: "Can you stay with Moruz? Only one night, just one night, even if it's just talking, Moruz is really in pain." Moruz also needs comfort, elves are like humans, they need comfort, they also secretly cry at night. ”

After that, he made a look of grievance again, hugged Chivero's legs with both hands, and whispered: "You just need to stay here and talk to Moruz, at least you can make Moruz feel that without the master, the world is just as warm." ”

Civero looked at the little creature pitifully. So he stayed.

In the middle of the night, Moruz found the old but unusually fresh quilt and handed it to Chivero to sleep on the wooden floor of the hallway, while he lay on the wooden box in the hole in the wall, and was silent for a moment. During this time, Civero wondered, "Why can't you sleep there when there is a bed in the house?"

The night breeze outside kept blowing, and the ghostly howl made it difficult for Civero to sleep, and he tossed and turned on the floor covered with quilts, his heart feeling very empty.

"When will I get out of here and back home?"

"Alas......" he sighed again.

"Bearded," Moruz asked, as he rolled over and stared at Civelo. "Where are you from, what's your name, and why did the demons arrest you here?"

"Me," said Civero, stretching his hands toward the roof, "I don't know if you know Sylsa, I'm the general there. When they have captured me here, it means that my country is going to perish, a country is going to perish, and all the people are going to be displaced or enslaved or slaughtered by the demons or ......"

Chivero paused, "Or even more miserable." ”

"And what are you going to do now?"

"I used to be a good martial artist, and I practiced some secret techniques in Nan'a. I had some strength, but I didn't have any power since I was broken, and I really don't know what to do if you can kill me with a little trick. Kivi stood up from the ground and looked at Moruz, his voice very low, "I would love to get out of here, the country must need me very much now." ”

"Moruz knows your situation and understands your feelings very well, but now, Moruz, like you, can't get out of here. Moruz stood up and sat down on it again, his face full of helplessness, "When my master and I came here more than two hundred years ago, the human continent was full of demon people, and now the human race has not defeated them?"

"Defeated once, but now it's happening again. "The Demon Clan has been enclosed in the Demon Domain for more than two hundred years, and this time it will be another disaster. ”

"More than two hundred years?" the little guy asked excitedly with wide eyes, "Are you saying that the human continent has been peaceful for the past two hundred years?"

Chivero nodded.

"It seems that Moruz has indeed been deceived, and for more than two hundred years of peace, Moruz has not stayed on the beautiful Mount Pagavaro, nor drunk a drop of sweet twilight water, but has taken refuge in such a place as a great liar and thought that he was wise. The little guy said excitedly.

"Is it just you and your master?" asked Civero, "why are you here?"

"And the little master and the lady, the lady is a Nasian person, God knows how beautiful she is, she is more beautiful than any elf, but she has misfortune, she was brutally killed by the demons, and the little master is seriously ill with an incurable disease. When he was a child, the little master had been longing to climb to the top of the screen mountain, and in order to fulfill his wish, the master carried him to the peak, but this walk never returned, leaving Moruz here empty and waiting. "You ask Moruz why he came here, when his master was here, it was a beautiful earthly wonderland, and after the death of Herance, the demon soldiers gradually forgot about this corner, and it was only recently that it was recalled. ”

"Elf, don't you really have any spiritual powers?" asked Chivero.

"Why did Moruz lie to you?" Moruz explained, "The three branches of the Elf King have inherited the pure bloodline of a generation of Elf King Hui Yuedu, in addition to them, there are already a lot of elves with superb spiritual power in a forest, I heard that those long-standing spirits and elven poets (3) can call the wind and rain, anyway, Moruz can't do it, if I let me exert my spiritual power, I can probably only extinguish a few candles, if Moruz meets the demons, he will definitely be cut to pieces." Sometimes, not sometimes, but often, Moruz often thinks that this is not fair, why do those people have so many good things, but I heard that it is difficult to learn spiritual methods, so it is fair to think about it this way. ”

"I've never been in contact with a spiritualist," asked Civelo, "do all spiritualists have to learn spiritual magic?"

"That's right, you can only use spiritual power when you have learned spiritual powers, so there are a little more people with spiritual powers than I said. Moruz hadn't learned any spiritual arts, and before he was an adult at the age of fourteen, Moruz hadn't even heard of it, and he didn't know how to use it. ”

"During the Great War of the Feather Demons, during the Great War between the Demons and the Elves. Moruz recalled, "At that time, there were 300,000 demon soldiers, and the elven garrison was only 50,000 together, some demon people were extremely strong, and they could easily knock down an adult buffalo, and the ordinary free-tailed foal was pulled by him on the thigh as soon as he started, such a force is difficult for ordinary people to stop, even elves." But at that time, the elven garrison fought the demon army on the high mountain for eight years and defeated them. Because there were many spirits at that time, even elves with little spiritual power like me could learn some spiritual methods, and after that great battle, the spirits were killed and wounded, and now, there are very few elves who have mastered spiritual methods. ”

"Now that the demon soldiers have reborn, how can they fight without a spirit warrior?" Moruz asked, "During the Feather Demon War, I heard that the demon people swept across the battlefield in iron armor that humans couldn't even handle, and ordinary blades couldn't penetrate it at all. Later, the humans tried their best to destroy their steel mills and arsenals, but even if they didn't wear armor, the broadswords in their hands were enough, their knives were much thicker and heavier than ordinary knives, although they were extremely dull, but those who relied on brute force to slash down with a single knife would be chopped to the ground, and it was possible if ordinary weapons were broken. And any of them could go to the battlefield as warriors, so there were terrible numbers. ”

"You're talking about the ancient demons among them, there aren't many of these powerful bull-like creatures, and besides, they have a problem with their brains, and most of them only know how to go on a rampage. Chivero smiled, "The demons don't have boats, and they don't know how to cross the sea, but some of them have octopus heads that can dive like fish, but most of them are no match for the dragons of Dragonman Island, and if all the spirits in this world are united, they are not invincible." ”

"It's just that we're still in the end of the world, we're still locked up here. Moruz jumped out of the box, "The master deceived Moruz, Moruz didn't want to wait here anymore, and now Moruz wants to get out of here." ”

After that, he lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "There is a strange power on this shadow mountain that may be able to take us out, but this is just a legend and has never been confirmed. ”

"Strange powers?" asked Civero, "what is it?"

"Moruz is just a little elf, they don't know about those things, if you want to know, you may know it once you go there yourself, Moruz is so scared alone, he never dares to go to that kind of place. ”

Civero pondered.

Exegesis:

(1) Fuge: The second-ranked famous sword, also known as the blue sword, has two swords, one soul and one king, and has the power to make all spirits surrender and fight for it.

(2) Elves: also known as Colton Elves, short elves with limited spiritual power.

(3) Elven Poet: Position, with extremely high authority and powerful spiritual law, in the Elven Mountain, it is equivalent to Elder Tirota and the Archangel of Heaven. (To be continued.) )