St. Slan, located in the center of the continent of Eloline, is the blessed land of Gafrel, the Lord God of Wisdom. Every year, countless "Elemental Resonators" come here from all over the continent, hoping to gain recognition and start their own magical journey. For this reason, Saint-Slan is also known as the "City of the Elements".

Saint-Slan was already asleep in the night, the cold moonlight casting a quiet light on the scattered roofs, and the night watchman walked quietly on the smoothed stone path with a small lantern.

A tall tower in the middle of the city, but a soft glow emanates from the large stained-glass windows on the top floor. In fact, the word "but" should not be used, because the apprentices of Saint Slan know that there are only two places in Saint Slan's "Eternal Light", one is the Alchemist's House, and the other is the mage tower of Semar Deyi, the president of the Continental History Academy.

The Supreme Council of Saint-Slan had advised the alchemists and Abbot Semar to pay attention to rest more than once, and it must be inserted here that in fact, the Supreme Council was more concerned about the health of the dean, and was more polite to the group of alchemists. However, they are always rejected by reasons such as "a quiet environment at night is more suitable for thinking about problems".

For the same reason, the apprentices firmly understood two meanings: for the madmen of the Alchemy House, the apprentices believed that some ulterior deeds and experiments could only be carried out at night, and for Dean Semar, no one questioned the authenticity of their reasons. The reason is that Abbot Semar, one of the seven members of the Supreme Council of St. Slan, has long become a legend on the Eloline continent with his wise thoughts, profound magical attainments, and profound knowledge of continental history.

It's just that respect is respect, but there are very few apprentices who follow Dean Semar's practice. In fact, this is very understandable, after all, who wouldn't want to become an excellent mage in the "Elemental Resonator" who came to Saint Slan, and who would want to be accompanied by a boring history of the continent like a precept morning class in the future?

Okay, that's off the beaten track, let's get back to it.

The huge glass window is painted with a beautiful portrait of Gabreel, the Lord God of Wisdom. She was dressed in silvery-white armor, and the intricate inscriptions were carved in layers on the scroll in her right hand, shining with a golden light. The left hand was raised upward, and four orbs symbolizing the four elements floated in his hand. A pair of slightly closed eyes seem to look down on the beings at their feet, compassionate and full of infinite wisdom.

Through the glass window, a desk piled high with countless ancient books and scrolls stood in front of the window. A small open space was cleared on the tabletop, on which were eagle feather pens, ink, and a large blank piece of parchment without any writing. The desks are flanked by unusually high bookshelves that extend into the darkness.

At the desk sat an old man wrapped in a gray robe, the wrinkles on his cheeks as if to speak of the mercilessness of the years, his beard, apparently well-groomed, slender and thick, with a delicate knot tied at the end.

This old man is Dean Semar Deuil.

The old dean straightened his waist with great effort, sighed, and sank himself back into the soft back of his chair. For an elderly person, sitting at a desk for a long time is an unusually cruel thing.

What's even more cruel is that Dean Semar found that when he wanted to summarize and edit the history of the Eloline continent that he was familiar with as if he had a few fingers, the information in front of him was so vast and trivial that he couldn't write it at all.

Rubbing his slightly sour eyes, Dean Semar took out a slender pipe from the drawer in front of him, expertly filled it with a pinch of golden tobacco from the Ireslyn Mountains, and then swiped his thumb on the tobacco, and the bright flames immediately jumped in the tobacco.

Thick smoke rose up, obscuring the old man's appearance. "Praise the dwarves for their discovery!" said Dean Semar contentedly, then took two more puffs.

His gaze rose as the smoke rose, and Dean Semar looked up at the portrait of Gafriel, the Lord God of Wisdom, and said in an inaudible voice, "In the name of Gafriel, someone has to do it all. ”

The old man looked around at the sea of books around him, and in the corner of his desk, he saw his favorite collection, an ancient book about the origin of the gods. Of course, this book also cost Dean Semar enough to remember for a lifetime, oh, that's another story.

"Let's start here. Dean Semar whispered as if he had made up his mind, then took the eagle feather pen on the table, dipped it in ink, paused on the blank page, and wrote firmly.

A suspended citrine stone on the desk glows elegantly, and the slender tip of the pen makes a pleasant rustle across the paper, precipitating a simple tranquility in this quiet night. Lines of beautiful elo-ringa franca flow through the pages, and this is the beginning of the story:

At first, the world was nothing.

Born in the midst of endless darkness, Anu, the father of the gods, drove his huge body to wander alone in the darkness for countless years, and loneliness always accompanied him.

"Why is it just me?" was the question that kept echoing in Anu's mind.

After some time, Annu, tired from walking, stepped down and floated in the void, thinking about his answer.

"Perhaps, I should not be a bearer of loneliness, but a burial of loneliness. "I wish there was no more darkness in front of me, and I wanted to have a life like mine, but they would no longer be lonely." ”

In this way, Anu's gigantic body transformed into towering mountains, deep oceans, dense forests, and the original races. His soul soared upwards in the void and condensed into the glorious Supreme Heaven, and in the spring of the Supreme Heaven, the first seven Lord Gods of Light were born. His blood sank down into nothingness, condensing into the chaotic Burning Hell, and in the flames of the Burning Hell, the first five Chaos Demon Gods were born.

In the same way, chaos will not keep the peace, and both sides have extended their tentacles to the mortal world, because this is enough to change the balance between heaven and hell.

The Supreme Heaven has found believers here, the Burning Hell has found supporters here, and the beings of the mortal world have voluntarily or helplessly become involved in this ** battlefield.

There are no winners and losers on the battlefield, and there are just souls who stand on different positions and struggle towards their goals. Yes, we have no right and no way to accuse anyone who has worked hard for the sake of a dream, whether that goal is noble justice or unforgivable evil.

On this incomparably simple battlefield, history is like a huge wheel, crushing on the road of time, and all living beings live in between. They don't know the ruthlessness of the battlefield under their feet, they don't know the weight of the historical sky above their heads, and they don't know the power of time flowing in the air.

Even so, they are still struggling to prosper, and they are struggling to survive. Along the way, some people turned into nameless dry bones on the side of the road, and others emitted a light that was enough to make the Most High Heaven and even the Burning Hell tremble.

The first page of the first volume of the History of the Continent of Eloline