The "Elven Homeland", once the vast, oldest and most beautiful forest on the continent, has finally been destroyed by desire and hunger. Several people hugged the thick old trees, once leafy and canopy-like, but now all that remained was the twisted trunks, and the hideous claws of the devil stuck out of the rotting dirt and clawed at the gloomy sky.

Such ancient trees, not one or two, the entire forest, countless twisted branches within thousands of miles are like the skeleton of trees, telling endless horror and sorrow.

The three giants of the "Sad" mercenary group, fighting on the field west of the "Holy Blood River", can already see the "elven homeland" in the distance, Illo suddenly sighed faintly.

"This forest, once the glory of the elves, has become what it is now because of themselves, although the three elves are not friendly with each other, but they share the same pain. ”

"That period of history, it seems that the elves are not willing to spread it, I don't know much about the 'elven homeland', what happened to make the elves abandon their homeland. Dios asked, tilting his head.

"Not only is it the home of the elves, but it was also the capital of the elven empire that spanned the entire continent, with the most beautiful city Idashir ever seen on the continent, and the 'Tower of Life' in the 'Supreme Nine Towers', which is now called the 'Green Tower'. ”

"Isn't the power of life within the control of the 'White Tower'?" Allegri is very familiar with the distribution of the realm of the 'Supreme Nine Towers'.

"In the records of the elves, the power of life was robbed by the God of Light, and the 'Holy White Tower', which was originally only in charge of the 'light', gave it such a powerful power as it is now. Illo added.

"But the teacher said that the power of the Holy White Tower is now declining sharply, so could it be that this power has changed in some way?" Allegri mused.

"The teacher said?" said Dios.

Allegri patted his head. "I forgot to tell you something. He muttered a few words, and a small flame actually appeared in his hand with a "bang", writhing and changing into the appearance of Herseus.

"Good afternoon, lads. He waved.

"Hello, Lord Herseus. The shocked two reacted and hurriedly bent down together to salute.

"Allegri, you're so unkind. I'll just say that you sometimes talk to yourself," Illo grumbled, "By the way, Master Herseus must have saved you at the Victory Day celebration?"

"Of course, is there anything I Herseus can't do?" the old mage snorted, frowning and asking, "Illo, you just said that it is recorded in the elven history books. The God of Light snatched the 'Life Force' that was originally controlled by the 'Green Tower', why haven't I read it in the Elven Collection?" This sentence obviously proves that his old man must have flipped through the Elven Collection back then, but Illo didn't care.

"This is a rather secret treasure, and there are not many people among the elves who know the Tao. He replied respectfully.

"It turns out that in addition to the connection of magic power between the 'Supreme Nine Towers', can there be deprivation?" the little old mage paced carefully in Allegri's palm, thinking bitterly.

"It is said that with the great power of the God of Light, it can only be partially deprived. Therefore, the 'Green Tower' of the Moon Song Forest still retains part of the power of life. Illo added.

"Yes. I have to think about the relationship, and I won't pursue the bad things you say about me behind my back. Herseus nodded, and the thud of the flames had dissipated without a trace.

"Lord Herseus exploded?" Illo and Dios were dumbfounded.

Allegri reluctantly pointed to his head, and then to his ring, and the two of them suddenly realized.

"By the way, don't the elves have gods to believe in?, just let the god of light run wild?" Allegri started a new topic. so as not to be criticized by the two.

"Of course," Illo explained, "it is because of the difference in faith that the elves are divided into three groups. The Low Elves believe in the goddess of the moon, and the High Elves believe in the goddess of the stars. The Dark Elves worship the goddess of the night. But by the time the God of Light made a move, the three goddesses had disappeared for thousands of years. ”

"In other words, the gods did appear in front of people?" Allegri whispered, subconsciously looking around.

"Yes, a long time ago, elves often saw the goddess of the moon roaming the forest on a white unicorn on early full moon nights, so she also had the most followers among the elves. ”

Allegri nodded, the existence of the gods cannot be explained by any scientific reason at all, does this mean that there is indeed a huge difference between the two worlds?

At the edge of the "Elven Homeland", a bonfire was blazing, and they decided to leave for the "Elven Homeland" tomorrow morning, and they would rest early tonight.

Illo carefully rolled the white-tailed badger that was roasted on the fire, sprinkling some seasoning, and Allegri casually controlled the power of the flames, chatting with Dios, who was carrying firewood next to him.

"You can set the fire yourself and let me collect firewood for anything. Dios complained.

"Hehe, don't you think you're too idle?" Allegri said disdainfully.

"He can be busy eating. Illo interjected with a smile.

"Let's get down to business," Allegri said with a smiling spell, "our main target is the abandoned 'Green Tower', and of course, if we come across anything else, we won't let it go." If possible, we'll also look at the altar of Illo's legacy 'Dragon Stalker'. ”

"Is there a map for that?" asked Dios.

"No," Allegri shook his head, "neither is the teacher, what about you, Illo?"

"If the location doesn't change, it's probably in the middle of the forest," Illos thought, "but not necessarily, after all, so many years have passed, let's go as far as we can into the hinterland, with the protection of the 'Emerald Leaf', there should be no problems." ”

"It's almost impossible for us to encounter any other enemies in the Elven Homeland, but if we can survive this curse, it's better not to provoke them. Allegri said in a deep voice.

Illo cut the cooked meat with a short knife and distributed it to the two, adding. "So it's best not to stay ten meters away from me, if you really get contaminated with the curse, you must immediately go back to me and purify it with the 'Emerald Leaf', by the way—" he suddenly added, "If you see a city, be even more careful." Although the magic mechanism is likely to be ineffective after such a long time, at the peak of the Elven Empire, there were five legendary magicians at the same time, and it was possible for them to create any miracle. ”

Dios and Allegri gasped at the same time.

"Five?" Allegri confirmed, waving his hand.

"That's right," Illo pondered, "there are at least five of them with detailed names and deeds, and if there is no record, I don't know the way, the most powerful 'magic spirit' Augustil among the elven mages at that time. It can even resist the gods for a short time. ”

Allegri secretly sighed at his loneliness, and subconsciously looked at his hands, when would he have that kind of strength?

When will I be able to tear apart time and space, return to the original world realm, and order ten skewers on the stall?

Ranken, "The Tower of St. White".

The withered archbishop took a few steps back, let go of the "Holy Spirit Eye" that he had been holding tightly, and his hands trembled.

"Teacher. What's wrong?" the white-robed and blonde-haired Innedil walked up to the tower and hurriedly took a few steps forward to help the archbishop. Set him up in a gorgeous chaise longue.

"Give me ......," the feeble archbishop whispered, pointing to the "Holy Spirit Eye" who had been left aside.

Innedil picked up the crystal ball, subconsciously played with it, and heard the archbishop shout, "Give it to me!"

The young and handsome priest smiled slightly, and placed the crystal ball, which had been as muddy as a mist, into the archbishop's wrinkled hand. Wen Yan said, "What's the matter, teacher?"

"The power of the 'Black Tower' is getting stronger and stronger, and I can barely suppress it," the archbishop gasped. "When did this group of filthy ants master such a powerful force? ”

"Teacher, it's not their fault," Innedir worried, "Do you want to fight alone against the thousand-year-old strength of the entire 'Council of Bones'?"

"Do you blame me?" the archbishop snarled in a low voice, "If it weren't for your bullshit plan that consumed the power of the 'White Tower' for a thousand years, I would have been able to suppress them easily, just like I have been in the past thousand years!"

"But now, the Black Tower must have gathered a lot of necromancers," Innedil advised, "and why are you not opening up some authority to me, let me help you share some of the pressure?"

"Open to you?" the archbishop glanced at him, sighed softly, and reluctantly sat up, slowing his voice, "Innedir, how's Vanuna doing?"

"The two sides are still at a stalemate, and it is still a long time before Nacini wants to start a new battle, and I have asked Jonas to build a defensive line and a fortress. Coupled with the reinforcements I have brought with me and the presence of Captain Flodin, by the time Nacini is able to go to war, he will find a line of steel in front of him," Innedil smiled again, "As for now, Nacini is worried about his dry treasury." ”

"As long as the 'Path of the Lightwalker' exists, his treasury will slowly swell," the archbishop hit the nail on the head, "you are making a wedding garment for others, my wise student." ”

Innedir, who had always been confident, was rarely silent, and he could only nod his head in the end, "We don't have the extra troops to sanction the Anlan Principality, and as long as the Fire Demon King is still there, I can't do anything about the 'Path of the Light Walker'." ”

"By the way, teacher," Innedir, who was about to leave, suddenly turned around, "The news from Tirapes, Silves suddenly appeared in the ranks of the hunters, and his strength has improved in battle, do you know what to say, teacher?"

The archbishop shook his head wearily, "Maybe Anarysta did it." ”

Inedil gave him a deep look, didn't say anything, and walked down the tower with a wry smile. (To be continued......)

PS: (double change)