"Two hundred years ago, a strange catastrophe swept across the continent of Iverson, killing countless civilians and eventually causing the complete extinction of a species."

Lucifer spoke eloquently, lowering his eyes and raising his hand, summoning a half-soft, half-rigid blade of grass from the surface.

"Extermination?"

Since the grand demise of the elves, everyone has been very sensitive to the word extinction.

After all, the elven race is already a well-known and profound strong race, and such a race will die because of inexplicability, and talk about other races that everyone is in danger of.

It is precisely because I don't know the details that it looks terrifying.

"Two hundred years ago, could there still be a catastrophe of the extinction of the race with the elves?" Austin's face was solemn.

As an alien race outside the human race, it is also a strong race with the elf race, and it is also born with magical power, and has an unclear relationship, and the merman race is naturally a member of this rhetoric.

Mogan understands this, and he can naturally see that Austen has always had a strong sense of belonging to his own race.

I don't know why he hated the Terrans so much, but this may be a breakthrough, and if you need an answer, it shouldn't be a problem to write it down first.

Lucifer, however, shook his head, "It's not what you think. The extinction of the elves is a special case, and by extinction I mean a kind of flower. ”

As the words fell, the king silently recited a spell, and the uprooted blade of grass in his hand instantly transformed into another form, which surprised everyone present.

It's a color that's unforgettable at first sight.

The blue petals are of just the right shade, overlapping each other, but they have their own commonality, each with a finishing touch of white dotted around the edges.

The harmonious and different petals cluster the light purple stamen in the center, like a knight guarding the princess, and together condense into a vivid painting.

Extravagance is not enough to describe its beauty, if I have to find a description, it is a dream that shines into reality.

"It has been three hundred and sixty-eight years since the Kingdom of Cole was founded, and before the Kingdom of Cole, the kingdom west of the continent of Iverson was ruled by a kingdom called Aphloria. It was their national flower, and at that time it was also a flower that grew wildly. ”

Lucifer couldn't help but turn his head to look around, and for a moment he didn't find a target that was enough to compare, and then he realized that he was not in an ordinary green space, so he thought for a while.

"This flower name was named Loria very early on...... It's like a daisy on the side of the road. ”

In fact, this kind of flower does not grow in the Kingdom of Cole, but Mogan naturally will not tear down His Majesty's platform. As for the two strangers, the merman closest to Cole in his hometown is also an underwater creature, and does not have that deep knowledge of geography.

So King Lestus himself designed the perfect story to tell everything from the scene to the props.

"The Kingdom of Cole started as a city-state and eventually defeated the Kingdom of Aphloria, becoming the first nation to unify the western side of the Iverson continent to the Arcane Forest."

When it comes to history, Lucifer's narration is quite smooth, unaffected by external objects at all, and even makes the local Mogan have the illusion that he is a foreigner.

"King and Queen Cole were very fond of this flower, and although they were not chosen as the national flower because of the name of the previous dynasty, they still planted it on the windowsill – a custom that is said to have lasted for many years."

Mogan also reminisced about the doorway of the palace of the Kingdom of Cole—although there were no potted plants, the dough carved into the classical door frame was indeed the same as the one Lucifer now had in his hand.

He didn't really care about that.

After all, the palace property is expensive, and the beauty is beautiful, and he is not the heir, and he cannot have any wolf ambitions, so the best choice is naturally out of sight and upset.

"And two hundred and ten years ago...... In fact, it was also the eve of the establishment of the Kingdom of Denton, in the middle of the Iverson continent, and in the northwest direction of the Arcane Forest, starting from a base point, a rather strange disaster spread. ”

First, the people in the town were inexplicably killed, and then they went to find out if there were any knights of the wild race who were also attacked. The Kingdom of Cole has received word that an unknown monster is roaming the swamp and is constantly attacking the populace.

The Arcane Forest is home to countless races, some of them are docile, some are violent, and some are even intelligent people who have established diplomatic relations with the kingdom of Cole.

At first, the upper echelons of the kingdom thought that it was the irascible and bloodthirsty natives of the Arcane Forest who had fled beyond the forest and randomly attacked the common people.

Send a few royal knights to deal with it, and you can naturally kill or escort the perpetrator back perfectly.

But what everyone didn't expect was that the knight went, but he didn't find the culprit, and he couldn't even find the object of attack and capture.

On the contrary, as time progressed, the plague spread farther afield, and the frequency of its occurrence became more and more frequent, and the places it visited became more prosperous and intensified.

And not even just one direction.

In the east, west, north and south of the original location, except in the direction of the Arcane Forest, the same reported disasters began to occur.

For a time, residents of dozens of nearby towns were in danger, and adults told their children to stay at home, not to mention women and children, and even strong adult men did not dare to go out at night.

It's just that there are fewer incidents during the day, but there are still incidents. And people can't never starve themselves to death without running for life.

For a long time, it was unknown who and what the disaster came from, and the knights who failed to complete their mission could only find ways and hard things to find common ground in various events under limited conditions.

The swift attack, either dead or seriously wounded, comatose men and women, old and young, groggy drunks and pastors who had just finished praying to the congregation.

The location is different, the events are different, except that the injured are either dead or disabled, and the living will fall into a coma inexplicably, but the second clue has not been found.

As events unfold, the shift of time and space has become more and more out of common sense, and folklore has extended from murderous villains to tyrannical and bloodthirsty wizards, becoming more and more powerful and terrifying.

Even such a fictitious demon has never fought against any strong man.

Spanning countless areas, it was as if the prisoners with countless doppelgangers had never even appeared in front of the mighty royal knights.

Even if they really couldn't find a way, they wandered all day and night in the wilderness where civilians were attacked, even taking off their armor and changing into cloth clothes or skirts.

- The existence of the tragedy seems to have an intuition beyond ordinary people, able to distinguish the subtle difference between ordinary people and warrior mages, so as to seek advantage and avoid harm.

At the same time, they are perfectly hidden in the darkness of night and daylight, and are never noticed by anyone who is still awake.

Eventually, the knights, who had been holding out for a long time but finding nothing, finally found a man who had been attacked and survived.

Although unconscious, like most people, she murmured a short, fearful word in her dreams.

"Cannibal flowers."