At this moment, Jonah felt a little lost, that name should not have been said by the survivors of the ruins of an elven village in the strange Northern Continent,—— let alone in a story that happened a thousand years ago. That name was a secret that belonged to him alone, the most precious and heaviest secret in the short life of a teenager in 17 years. After speaking with his first mentor, Gilberto Gilberneon, he gradually realized the meaning of the nameless book of Seglos, which was a guide from the world above, and the prophecy of the betrayer was a series of signs that led him to a certain moment in history.

Why did fate choose me? The boy pondered this question more than once. With the bizarre journey, he slowly got used to being at the center of historical events, witnessing the chaos of the Western Continent, the turmoil of the Southern Road, and the newly ignited war of the Eastern Continent. Jonah is an introvert, he is not used to pulling out his inner stuff and sharing it with others, and the only people who have seen the fragments of the nameless book have been a few of his companions from the original Pitchfork Team and the first mentor in the turbulence of time and space. Even the learned Elliot and the Mentor did not know the name of "Segres", which led Jonah to unconsciously make a judgment that the metaphor of the betrayer was the only one, and that he was the only one chosen by the only guide.

Now that the thorn elf's words had subverted his cognition, the boy suddenly covered his chest with force, and through the thick clothes, the yellowed papyrus was exuding a burning heat. "You say...... Betrayer Segres?" he asked with forced composure, trying not to tremble in his voice. The only fragile person who can see through other people's disguises and read a person through the pupils of the pitchfork squad is Ryuhime, and at this moment the Oriental woman is not around, and Jonah thinks that his back can fool all his partners.

The Rose Knight rubbed his brow with his fingers, as if he remembered something, but he was not sure. The Stuart siblings said nothing.

"Now, that's the name. Malu Fir dipped a little honey on his little finger and sniffed it under his nose intoxicatedly: "I don't know where he came from." I always felt that everyone knew him, and I couldn't tell when he appeared in the village, the elemental elves didn't like to deal with humans very much, but Lingol Pant was a treaty port, and all kinds of guys would appear. After all this time, I can't remember exactly what he said, but he asked us to make a choice. ”

"Choice?" Elliot asked.

"Now, this and that, it's not a reasonable choice, it's really embarrassing. The Thorn Elf said lazily, slowly sticking her purple tongue into the honey at her fingertips, "It's more annoying, that idiot." ”

"You have to make a choice. Said the hooded man. He stood on the highest lookout in the village, unable to see the expression on his face. A bunch of pale leaves hung beside him, and the treetops swayed restlessly in the silence without the wind blowing.

"There's no time! Save our village!" said Malu Fir, who was more than a hundred years old and in the prime of her youth, anxiously as she watched as the light behind the man grew brighter and brighter, completely submerging the towering green trees on the skyline. The Emerald Tree is gone, and even the power of the Supreme Council of the Elemental Elves can't compete with this terrifying magic of destruction, so what can a young Acting Speaker of the Council do but be hysterical?

The vaguely faced human had a long time to hold up two fingers. "First, all the inhabitants of Ringolpant will survive, but I will send you to a distant land, never to return to this land, to see familiar people, to look up at familiar skies. You have to throw away all the things that the Thorn Elves had built before, culture, art, history, even language and writing. He flexed a finger, "Second, there are forty-two thorn elves who will survive, and the barrier will protect you, and you are the only ones who can hurt you in this disaster and in the long years to come." But in exchange, you have to stay where you are and wait for someone to arrive, and when that person appears, the Thorn Elves can leave Ringolpant, and conversely, if that person does not show up, the agreed deadline is ...... Forever. ”

Fir felt his heart crack in half. The Thorn Elves law allows the Acting Speaker of the Council to exercise the powers of the entire village council in an emergency to make decisions on behalf of Ringol Pant, and the young elf, who has only been in office for three days, must take on this responsibility and choose one of two ridiculous options. She didn't know a few seconds to hesitate, but she blurted out a question: "Do you have to give up even sculpture and painting?"

"Oh, I guess so, after all, you can't bring anything with you, and you don't have time to create with peace of mind when you get there. The betrayer replied.

"I'll pick the second one!" the scales in his mind tipped and the young elf made a quick decision. “...... Can I ask one last question?"

The hooded man raised his staff, and the white magical light had covered the heavens and the earth, drifting the world into a blank: "Tell me about it." ”

“...... Why 42?"

"Because that's the best number, nay. ”

The enchantment was born, forty-two thorn elves were wrapped in an indestructible orb, a pale blue six-pointed star sand fell from the hourglass, and after a short moment, Ringol Pant disappeared, and the thriving forest village was reduced to nothing along with 1,560 inhabitants, fortunately everything came so quickly that even if you were engrossed, you could not hear a groan.

On the sixth day, Malu Fir led forty-one elves out of the barrier. The continent has changed, the river valley is filled with filthy black water, there is not a trace of green in sight, light ashes cover the ground, and the sky burns with rainbow-colored auroras. The village of Lingolpant was built on a giant tree, and now only the charred roots loom in the dust, and the thorn elves wept and searched everywhere, finding nothing recognizable except for dozens of jars of honey and a handful of tools found in the storage room deep in the roots, and the ashes that leaked from their fingers were a mixture of plants, mountains, and countless souls, and no one could separate them.

Elemental elves never lie. They did not leave their homeland,—— they left the place that was once called their homeland. As time passed, the barren continent grew cold day after day, and the wind blowing from beyond the endless mountains swept the northern continent unhindered, and the cruel natural conditions killed the hope of revival of greenery. Mallu Fir led forty-one of his companions to dig out the roots of the giant tree and slowly rebuild the entire village with the only wood available, lacking food and the supply of plant magic, it took them four hundred years to build a beautiful council hall. Suddenly there was an unprecedented snowfall that day, and the Thorn Elves sat in the empty hall, looking up at the elaborate vaulted dome, for the first time in four hundred years, meeting outside the barrier.

"Why is all this?" asked, of course.

"What else could you do?" replied the Acting Speaker with a shrug.

A thousand years seems like a long time, but it is actually outrageously short, every time a visitor passes the ruins of Ringolpant, the elves place a small pebble in the barrier to count, the pile of pebbles has just piled up into a three-foot-high peak, a strange visitor arrives, by this time the village already has fifteen houses, a magnificent storeroom, a council hall and an art gallery, but out of caution, the elves never show up to receive visitors, whether it is a human, an elf, The beast was still some other creature, they came with curiosity, they went with doubts, and the elves kept their promise and waited silently until ,—— dwarf arrived.

The weather was surprisingly fine that day, and the snowstorm that had lasted for two months had just ended, and a small figure came in the thick snow. "I brought a message. As soon as the dwarf in the blue hat entered the door, he shouted, "Don't be afraid, I know you are hiding inside, you don't have to come out to see me, just listen to me! That man is coming, don't wait long, he will appear in the Northern Continent! This is a message from the blue-hatted dwarf, please don't doubt it, he is coming! He is coming!"

After repeating it four times, the dwarf left Ringol Pant. Forty-two elves reacted differently, hundreds of years had almost forgotten the meaning of waiting, and Malu Fir felt a murmur of excitement in her heart, and she pretended to be calm for tomorrow, but tossed and turned and couldn't sleep all night.

It wasn't long before a change came. It was not the man prophesied by the betrayer who came, but another catastrophe. Earthquakes ravaged the northern continent once again, ice sheets collapsed, plates fell apart, volcanoes spewed plumes of smoke, lava flowed, melting snow and ice caused a monstrous flood, and lava then filled the river valley and boiled the whole world. "The Dawn of the Second Age" divided the northern continent into five islands, and the elves' star island became one of the most unpredictable climates, and it took three and a half months before everything gradually subsided, and the fir opened the barrier to find that there was a thick layer of ice outside, and the newly built Ringol Pant was frozen in the ice, like an insect condensed in amber.

"What now?" of course was asked during the meeting.

"It doesn't matter whatever. The Acting Speaker replied weakly.

The man didn't show up either. Hundreds of years passed, and no one added stones to the small piles of rocks, because neither elves, beasts, humans, nor any other creature would notice the buildings below the ice. No matter how long their lives are, they have forgotten the meaning of the word "despair", and they are still waiting, waiting for the Promised, waiting for deliverance or waiting for death? She lowered her honey-stained fingers, "It's amazing that six humans entered the village three days ago. But now, the people who have to wait are coming, how strange it feels, don't you say?"

No doubt, she pointed to Jonah and said.