"O our Lord, Thy greatness manifests the whole earth! Praise be to thy voice that reaches up to the heavens;

"Babies and toddlers sing together. You build fortified fortresses to defend against your enemies; You stop the enemy from attacking you.

"I look up at the sky you have created with your own hands, and look at the sun and stars you have furnished.

"Ah, what is a man, that you should care for him! What is a mortal man, that you care for him!

"Yet Thou hast made him only inferior to the angels, and thou hast made thy crown of glory ......"*

In the deep, peaceful, magnetic chanting, a small sobbing sounded.

Because the people who read the prayer did not stop them, like a plague, tears spread to the faces of more people, and louder and louder weeping came out, gradually becoming heartbreaking.

Dariberg's hand was on his heart, he didn't look at the crying villagers, but silently "comforted" them while they were crying, so that the pain of these people could be completely washed away by their tears.

So, turn back two steps in time, long before Darriburg arrives here.

The village is located on the seaside, an insignificant corner, near which both paddy and land fields have been opened, hiding a waterway leading to the nearby elven outposts.

Most of the people living here are ordinary people, one of the groups that are attached to the elves and are responsible for helping them cultivate their crops, or more accurately, they are the "farm servants" who belong to the elves.

Sometimes, such a village may belong directly to a certain high-ranking elf, in which case the inhabitants will have a better living environment.

More often than not, these villages are only functional, mostly for growing food or making handmade objects, and the elves provide limited protection, often leaving these dependent humans to fend for themselves, but the supplies to be handed over must not be less.

In order to survive, in order not to become the ration of monsters, such countless human villages are spread all over the territory of the elves.

In fact, there are quite a few in the territory of the giants, and as for the other non-human races, their attitude towards humans will only be worse, so there are very few options for humans who are trying to survive.

And for these villages bordering the coast, today is a terrible day of disaster.

The sea went crazy, and without waiting for anyone to react, all the boats or villagers who approached the surface of the sea, without exception, were swallowed up by the raging waves, to fill the belly of the deep sea that could never be filled.

Then the earth trembled with such madness, and the sky flashed and thundered incessantly, as if it was about to collapse, and lightning would rain down to kill all the "aliens who are not favored by the sea"—this is the name of the noble elves who occasionally visit the village, and when they scold those who have done wrong, they most often use when they curse those who have done wrong:

"Let the lightning kill you!"

But now, the two elves were also gray-faced, and their expressions of horror were no different from those of the rest of the humans, and they looked in the direction of the sea with the same worry and fear.

When the sea suddenly rose and the tsunami flooded the entire village in the blink of an eye, the villagers struggled with the force of the sea, and in despair, they felt a wonderful sense of relief.

If the nightmare ends like this, it doesn't seem bad, and many people have such thoughts in their hearts.

The next moment, as if nothing had happened, the sea was gone, they were still standing on the shore, the washed away village had been restored to its original position, and the dry clothes on their bodies made the previous near-death scene an illusion, and gave them a strong sense of unreality.

Then, a golden light rose in the sky, and the dark clouds of anger were swept away, and the warm and bright spheres appeared in everyone's field of vision.

It was the most terrible day of calamity, and the strangest day.

They saw the end of the world, and they also saw the rising sun.

And as the gentle light faded, the villagers had to return to the mess they were in now, facing many of the people who had been buried in the raging waves.

The two elves who had guarded the village had left along the waterway leading to the nearby sentry, and they could not have regarded everything as an illusion, and the thunder light shattered in the sun made all the elves who witnessed the strange landscape in the distance have a sense of foreboding.

So they hurried to leave, wanting to return to the elven station as soon as possible to ask the others what had happened.

It can be said that most of the elves who stay outside think so.

As for these villages, just continue to let them fend for themselves, and in this situation, the elves don't care much about these things.

To the villagers' bewilderment, however, the regained calm of the sea lapped on the beach, slowly rehabilitating the sunken boats and the fishermen who had lost their breath to the surface.

Although they didn't understand why this happened, they still began to salvage these people who had been taken away by the sea at the first time, and even found several survivors by surprise.

When the man in the black robe walked into the village, many people thought that he was a priest from somewhere—at least the stranger's dress was very similar to the leading priest they imagined to have the protection of the gods and act as the spokesmen of the gods.

The man was surrounded by a few half-blood elves, who lived in the elven territory all year round, and they could be recognized at a glance - they would have some residual characteristics on their bodies that might be difficult for others to distinguish, but for a village that relied on the elves to survive, these characteristics were too obvious, and even a special identity.

A bird stood on the shoulder of the black-robed man, not making noise or screaming, but crouching there in great silence, watching everything around it, including the wary gazes of those who were watching the group.

This is a very delicate time, the villagers have just experienced the most turbulent day in their lives, many of them have lost relatives or friends, and they are at the most alarming moment.

Seeing a person with a half-blood elf, even if the male at the head looks like a human, no one will identify with the other so simply.

The villagers simply indifferently bypassed the outsiders who had entered the village and continued to house the large number of dead.

However, when these people silently began to help, the villagers' perception of them changed slightly.

Funnily enough, although the villagers don't trust the alien elven hybrids, the oldest and wisest village chief in the village is still an elven hybrid.

In the end, it was the old man who was trusted by the villagers to greet the group.

In appearance, he has pale sideburns ears, slightly raised and pointed horns, and his wrinkled facial features are softer, but the deep contours of his eye sockets and wide chin are different from the usual elven appearance.

The old man is already full of gray hair, and his village chief has been the chief for more than two hundred years, and in the eyes of the humans of this era, it can be said to be a miraculous longevity, which of course is inseparable from his part of the elven blood.

The old man was on crutches, but judging by the way he walked with the wind, even if he didn't hold the long stick, his steps should be steady enough.

Dariborg asked Leodro to take a few others and continue to help the villagers clean up the wreckage of the boats on the coast, and then took the initiative to walk over to the old man.

Before Dariberg could speak, the village chief was already shouting loudly, his eyes narrowed with anger:

"Where did you come from? There's nothing here, there's nothing you can grab, this is the territory of the elves! If you're going to do something bad, there will be elves who know—"

His back was a little stiff, and he stood in front of Darzyberg, the whole person was only up to his waist, but the shouts of the village chief were earth-shattering, as if his old age was limited to his appearance, and the irascible soul was still active in his body.

"Hello, are you the village chief here?"

"I'm not, fuck you!?" The old man seemed to be even more angry because of this, and the spit stars flew out from under his beard, "I'm old, the oldest person in the village!" Of course, the village chief will only be me! ”

Darzyberg naturally didn't get angry because of this, he politely leaned over slightly and lowered his voice: "Have you ever heard of a goose that lays golden eggs?" ”

The old man's eyes, which had been squinting, gradually opened, revealing an unbelievable shock, and then he knocked twice on the ground with his cane, and pointed to the wooden house not far away, which had collapsed half of the yard: "Follow me." ”

However, before the two of them entered the house, the old man glanced at the half-blood elves who followed Dariberg: "Those are your slaves?" ”

"No, they're not anyone's slaves."

The old man took a deep look at Darzyberg, as if he was trying to figure out the credibility of this sentence, he couldn't see the "person" in front of him, but felt that the other party was sitting on a bird on his shoulder, which was very strange.

Perhaps it was the same as the elves, the visitor with strange abilities, the old man thought, and strode towards the cabin.

When he introduced himself to Zhiberg, the village chief, who had been staying in the small fishing village for many years, felt that there was a bright Venus flying in front of him.

The old man pinched the bridge of his nose hard, reopened his eyes, and looked at the young man opposite: "You're not lying to me?" You all know about the golden egg, it's impossible to spend so much effort to deceive me into a small character that no one cares about. ”

"It's not that no one cares, Mr. Hermes has always known what you're doing, and has told me that you've been trying to open up remote shipping routes for so many years, and that's what I'm here for."

The old man was silent for a few seconds before he spoke: "You, it's you, repeat the self-introduction you just now, who did you just say?" ”

Dariberg curled the corners of his mouth slightly: "You can call me 'Sun God'." ”

The old man took a deep breath and threw his crutches out: "How can anyone say that he is a 'god' at this time, this is also ridiculous!" The gods are terrifying beings high up in the sky and out of reach, how could they appear here, even-"

The old man's face turned red with annoyance, but his words gradually tightened in his throat: "How can the gods be grateful to ......"

"The Elven King has fallen." "It won't be long before the news gets out." ”

*Psalm 8:1-8:5