Gray-black clouds seemed to be contaminated with lead, and there was an indescribable silence in the sea from the open sea of Nauman to the edge of the Eternal Silence.

It's the calm before the heavy rains and the prelude to the onset of summer.

It is the same as the name of the Eternal Silent Ocean, because of the super giant psionic field that envelops the entire Eternal Silent Ocean, except for the possibility of storms in the coastal areas, there will be no typhoons and storms common in any other sea in this ocean, only a steady sea breeze, and a quiet rain that quietly falls, as if covering the whole world.

But on the other hand, the Eternal Silent Ocean itself has an extremely intricate system of ocean currents.

The vast potential of the planet's thermal cycle is encased in the water bodies of the oceans, siltated and converted, and turned into nutrients for life. As a result, the entire Eternal Silent Ocean is a paradise for marine life, and the deep sea of the Eternal Silent Ocean has become an intricate and super-giant labyrinth, where countless sea monsters inhabit and guard the core of the deep sea.

Maze. Labyrinths exist in every area of Terra.

Any area where it is difficult to explore its core, where it is impossible to know how it works, and where it contains great treasures, is called a labyrinth.

Since the catastrophe of the Heavenly Fall, the seeds of the labyrinth have spread all over the world, almost everywhere. They have become a conduit for humans to study the technology of pre-epoch civilizations, mines to obtain key materials, pastures to breed high-quality monsters, and cultivation sites to produce key elixirs.

Adventurers rely on it to exist, countless wild sublimators have risen or fallen because of the labyrinth, and even the rise and fall of a country may be related to the labyrinth - one of the great forces of Terra, the Mighty Fortress in the north of Xinjiang received the legendary apocalypse armament from the labyrinth, which allowed it to become independent from the behemoth of the Settar Empire and become a great power with a resounding name among the nations.

Hundreds of years of coexistence and development have made the labyrinth an important, even central, part of the Terra civilization.

In addition, some scholars believe that the entire planet of Terra itself is a huge labyrinth, and that the existing humans are just 'labyrinths' living in a huge cage called the 'Terra Labyrinth', which is already completely different from the Terra people in the pre-era civilization.

It is only when humans leave Terra and stand in a bird's-eye view of Terra that they know what a complex and intricate labyrinth they are in.

Elf Gravi Scarlet disagrees with the argument that Terra is a giant labyrinth.

But when he looked at his hometown far away from the Canaan Moore Empire for fifty years, he was indeed shocked to realize that he was indeed in an extremely huge labyrinth.

A labyrinth called the Elven Society.

This labyrinth is delicate and complex, full of mysteries and terrifying dangers, capable of taking lives at any moment but offering incredible riches, with everything adventurers want.

Oh, yes.

Only by leaving the labyrinth can you see its true face.

But now, he's going back there...... Return to the maze that suffocated him.

Return to your hometown.

The gray clouds rolled suppressed, the air was filled with moisture, and the red-haired and blue-eyed old elf stood by the side of the Siren, gazing out into the far sea to the east. It was already pouring rain in the sky, and the swirling lead clouds quietly released their accumulated moisture, setting off an endless wrinkle ripple on the surface of the eternal sea.

The wind blows from west to east, and the sails of the Siren are agitated, and although it is an extremely advanced alchemy ship, it also has a part of its wind structure to cope with the complex and varied marine environment of Terra.

The sound of the sails curling swept through his ears, causing his long red hair to lap his cheeks and blow in the direction of Canaan Moore.

"Hometown ......"

The elf, with his long beard brushing his long beard, looked at the rain in front of him, and couldn't help but smile sarcastically at the word.

For Gravi Scarlet, what exactly is home? Is it the childhood play with childhood sweethearts, or the sweet wind blowing in the red maple forests all over the mountains in my hometown?

These are all too far away.

Fifty years away from Canaan Moore, Gravi has lived in the Sethar Empire for far longer than in his homeland. In fact, his status in the empire is also higher than that of his hometown, and he is more like an imperial person in terms of speech and behavior and behavioral logic.

Fifty years have boiled this young elite who was originally loyal to the empire into an old man who is full of doubts and resentment about his hometown.

Fifty years have also made the two countries, which were originally wary of each other, become such strategic allies that they have even concluded alliances with each other.

In fact, the two sides even exchanged some spy lists with each other, and the two sides allowed some of each other's spies to return safely, and carried out targeted cooperation on these projects.

Gravi's lurking project is one of them. The elf stretched out his hand, he stroked his cheek, no matter how much he maintained it, even if he was a sublimator, he was already eighty-five years old, and he was beginning to enter old age.

Wrinkles began to emerge, and the project that he had dormant all his life was betrayed by his own people, and became a 'bargaining chip' between the two countries to openly and honestly show favor to each other.

So what is the significance of his 50 years of dedication and self-sacrifice?

Is most of his life like a clown?

Elves.

In ancient legends, elves are almost immortal immortals, a race of longevity, elegance, artistry and dexterity.

They are synonymous with beauty and strength, the darlings of nature, the sons of the forest.

But in reality, elves are no different from humans.

The elves are dexterous and have an advantage in psionic energy, and their nerves are very fast, but the people of the great plains also have their own abilities.

Whether it is the spiritual talent of the white people, or the adaptability of the whole region of the people of gold, or the strong body of the iron people, all of them are not inferior to the talents of the elves.

Moreover, the lifespan of the elves does not have any advantages...... It may have been a little different before the Fall of the Sky, but after the Fall of the Sky, the elves were essentially just a large branch of the 'Terra Humans', planted by adults.

Therefore, fifty years is an incomparably long time for elves.

Gravi had also been severely damaged by biological viruses due to experiments, his lifespan was short, and the mission he had adhered to throughout his life had become a joke, and if his life ended like this, he would probably only have a blank on the epitaph.

Not because there is nothing to write about, but if it does, it will feel like a joke.

So he had to do something.

Not for the Motherland. His homeland, Canaan Moore, betrayed him, and although he understood that the struggle and alliance between the two countries was all about, the enthusiasm in his heart had become cold.

Not for the family. Fifty years have passed, and when he was lurking, he had already left with the feeling that he was dead, his parents had long since died, and the others, whether it was the girl from his hometown or his friends, had already married or did not remember himself.

Just for yourself.

Gravi closed his eyes. Master bioalchemist and scholar Gravi Scarlet immersed his heart in his research.

For 50 years, he has relied on this method to survive the endless long dark nights of solitude, and to soothe his doubts and shaken hearts with pure scholarship.

Just for yourself.

It's just an explanation for my dreams.

At this moment, Gravi's mind conjured up images of the past, the shock and yearning that burst out from the depths of his heart when his teacher at Canaan Moore, Master Dimeka showed him his incredible research.

The teacher's face, which burned with a burning ambition and endless desire for knowledge, coincided with the face that was later powerless and full of regret due to aging. His last words are still ringing in my ears today.

Gravi ...... Remember, our research ...... It's for all the elves. ”

Gravi, who was only in his thirties at the time, burned with a burning face of ambition and endless intellectual curiosity, just like his own teacher, he listened to the other party's teachings and clenched his fists: "We are fighting so that all elves can become real 'elves'!" ”

- Longevity, sensitivity, beauty, elegance...... Not a mediocre elf like now, but a truly perfect elf, like the legendary elf of the story!

"But in this regard, it is the empire and the capital of learning that has been studied most deeply...... Bring them back. Bring the future back, bring it back to our hometown! ”

Open your eyes.

The old red-haired elf was not as old as when his teacher died, but the signs of decay were already emerging.

He did fulfill the teacher's obsession.

He brought back the 'treasures' that the Empire had been studying all along...... Even if it's only partial.

This is also the reason why Gravi is dissatisfied with his homeland, his homeland. The Canaan Moore parliamentarians and bureaucrats were just too cautious and old-fashioned. Their research has so far been limited to Warcraft and Experimenters, and is far less efficient and radical than the Imperial Gnostics and Truth Houses. It was not a humanitarian concern, Gravi knew very well that the reason why the House of Lords could not make a decision was precisely because the political system of the elves meant that they were holding each other back, and that whoever wanted to make a breakthrough in research would be blocked and suppressed by the other.

This is also the reason why his teacher has struggled all his life for Canaan Moore, and he can't get the final result after wasting his life, and the elven political system is destined to drag each other back.

Yes, the Council will not make the worst choice, and it will not be as unbelievably huge as the Empire has ushered in the Darkmoon Turmoil, but it has also turned Canaan Moore into a stagnant stagnant backwater.

Elves are not as smart as the Imperial People, they are not genius scientific researchers like the Imperial People, and they are not because they do not have a mature talent training system.

The backwardness of the elves is simply because of the internal social structure.

Simply because of politics.

It's stupid, it's too closed. The old man couldn't help but sigh.

What I have seen, what I have learned from the Gnostic, can contrast with the ignorance and slowness of Canaan Moore. The people of the empire do dare to open up, and it is worthy of the Lost Era to expand from a city to a hegemon who dominates half of the continent, even if it is weak, it is still exploring the frontier internally.

Gravi still remembers what he saw at the headquarters of the Gnostic Institute when he arrived at the Imperial Capital, a majestic city that was not inferior to the World Tree Capital. It was like a mountain and a sea, piled up with millions of classics, research materials and detailed explanations of pictures and texts, which made me feel dizzy when I was still young at that time.

It will take an endless time to learn all this and gain knowledge that can help the elves in the future...... There is no limit to knowledge, but there is human cognition, and Gravi studied for 50 years, and finally came to a few simple conclusions.

"Life is not limited to form...... The soul is not confined to a state. ”

The old elf whispered to himself, reciting the most important conclusion he had come to after years of research: "Not just elves, but all life on Terra can evolve again...... From the most fundamental origin, it is reorganized and repeated, and it becomes a more perfect life. ”

But this process is too detached and rebellious to human morality, and even the Gnostics Institute cannot go any further...... Or rather, they've found what they're looking for, and what I'm looking for is going deeper. ”

Yes.

The reason why Gravi made up his mind to return to Canaan Moore was not for the sake of his homeland, not for the sake of his family.

If he wanted to, he would have become a master alchemist and would have been accepted by any country, and instead of going back to ashes as a discovered spy, he would have been welcomed more ceremoniously by the Empire.

Gravi decided to return to China because he knew that staying in the Empire would not give him a chance to continue his crazy research.

In this case, it is better to return to Canaan Moore, and under the pretext of continuing research, open a laboratory in the open and then conduct secret underground experiments...... In this era of friendship between the two countries, his awkward status would make him a marginal figure, but it was the best outcome.

Not to mention...... He brought back the 'treasure'.

The remains of an ancient thing that opened up many subjects and experiments in the Gnostic Academy...... It's only a part of it, but for that creature, a part is complete.

As long as he has it, even if he is alone, Gravi is confident that he can continue his research!

"Old gentleman......" The cautious voice of the ship's attendant came from behind him: "The Siren has detected the fluctuation of a large number of Warcraft clusters not far away, and after that, it may accelerate and avoid, and there may be some bumps......"

"If you don't have to, go back to the cabin."

The Siren is a diplomatic ship designed by Canaan Moore as the flagship of the fleet, equipped with a large number of weapons, even if it is raided by a monster group, there will be no loss, and the captain is a powerhouse of the third energy level, and it is said that he was once a candle bearer, which is even more reassuring.

But if you can, there is still no need to fight a group of beasts, the ship is full of Canaan Moor's VIPs, and everyone must be received with the most solemn etiquette, so naturally you should be cautious.

"Hmm."

Gravi straightened his collar, and he replied nonchalantly, and then prepared to go back to the cabin.

As you pass through the corridors inside the ship, you can faintly hear the whispers of whining among the sailors.

"There's no way there will be a migration of demonic beasts on this route, right?"

"Warcraft is not stupid, all the stupid ones have died a long time ago, and it doesn't feel normal this time."

"In short, be ready for battle."

Gravi didn't pay much attention to these exchanges, and the old man also staggered with a young white-haired scholar by the way, he subconsciously glanced up at the other party, and secretly praised in his heart, and then thought of his own time, and couldn't help but be a little secret.

- He was also a well-known beautiful boy back then, and there were countless suitors, but all the original flowery life was dedicated to the motherland, but it ushered in this ending......

He shook his head and left.

But the white-haired young man stopped, he frowned slightly, and looked at the old man's back.

"Super bioerosion?"

Yin frowned, his eyes lit up with a silvery cyan glow, and he looked at Gravi, and also through the layers of steel, to the corner of the Siren's cabin.

The young man secretly said in his heart: "This old bachelor, it can't have anything to do with the bright and scary thing in the cabin, right?" ”

"At first, I thought the Sirens looked unremarkable, but in fact, both it and the people in it all have unique skills and ......."

"Demons and monsters, a bit of a lot."