He felt himself, first in a dream.

It's a simple and chaotic dream with no real content. Countless scattered fragments came to his face like snowflakes, and he couldn't help but throw himself into it. These fragmented dreams, one after another, he had just broken free, but he fell into the next dream. In this way, he shuttled and struggled in it, and he couldn't get out, but if he looked closely, on top of each of them, was his own shadow.

It's all ...... A shadow of himself......

Unbeknownst to Illo, these fragments were fragments of his soul that had been shredded, and if they could not be reassembled, they would mark the complete loss of his soul. He will sleep like a plant forever, and his adult personality as "Illo" will disappear from this world entirely.

I don't know how long I struggled, but a dream force as warm as water slowly seeped in. The dream cycle that had lasted for a long time gradually disappeared, and the soul fragments that flew in the air like confetti also seemed to be wet with water, losing the power to fly, and gradually precipitated, slowly putting together like a piece of paper.

He struggled out of the cycle and fell into a long restful sleep in the power of this soothing. Streams of water washed and combed his soul, the scattered souls coming back together, the soothing power slowly closing the rift between them, reuniting them into one.

Those powerful chaotic energies were capable of forming a sharp "Annihilation Thorn" to kill and injure the enemy, but at the same time, they also remained in his soul, constantly wreaking havoc. Evelola's moonlight came from a strange gem that could protect him from devastating damage, and the Emerald Dream Realm, which had gathered the spiritual power of the entire ancient tree race, had the power to completely heal him.

And this kind of soul that was purified and rebonded together by the emerald dream has undergone the tempering of the dream. It also has a tougher strength and a more powerful soul power than before.

Finally, the most rear, the most rear, the soul, the spirit, and the body are in one. Illo's consciousness returned to this body, he struggled to open his eyes slightly, all the senses of his body were mobilized, and the situation around him poured into his body and soul with that fresh breath. He couldn't help but let out a breath of turbidity.

It was a shaggy meadow, and he seemed to lie on it. Every stalk of grass he could see had a jasper-like sheen, a vigor he had never seen before, not even in the Whispering Forest. A small insect crawled in front of him, its transparent wings refracting in the sunlight with a glittering light. The warm sunlight shrouded him, giving him the urge to fall asleep again, but he knew clearly that he had slept enough. It may have even far exceeded his expectations.

Memories of his coma gradually came back to his mind, and he was desperate to know what had happened since then, and what he was in now. The unpredictable unknown always gave him a terrifying premonition, and he felt as if he had lost something, and that was undoubtedly the time that had been cut off and stolen. The half-elf turned his head sideways, his eyes slightly squinted from the sunlight, not preventing him from searching for anything familiar.

Yes...... The look of surprise in his eyes grew heavier and heavier. On his other side. It is a clear spring like green jade, along the shore of the spring. The thick roots of the tree spread into it, absorbing the power of the spring.

And their owners...... He looked up...... Their owners...... It's such a huge tree!

With elven blood, Illo has always had a kinship with trees. But he was at the foot of the big tree, and when he looked up at a giant tree tens of meters high and could only be hugged by more than a dozen people, the shocking feeling was dizzying. Hard, rough bark, knotted roots. Dense canopy ...... And what shocked him the most - there was actually a face on the trunk?

He subconsciously struggled to sit up, although he wondered how there could be a bunch of dirty marks of barbecue in such a clear place, but the face on the giant tree was what he was most concerned about at the moment. He subconsciously brushed aside the air root on his body, looked at the tree with some vigilance, and groped around for his weapon. But it was empty......

Who is it?Will it be harmed?Allegri? What is this place?Half-elf, half-sitting up, countless questions came up like a tide, but they refused to go away for a long time. He looked at the giant tree and swallowed.

"Don't be afraid, I'm also a friend of Allegri......" The tree seemed to notice his awakening as well, and tried to keep his expression as soft as possible on his trunk, which looked a little funny. The voice that was lowered as low as possible was still loud and rumbling like rolling thunder. He soothed Illo as he exclaimed, "Allegri...... Allegri? He woke up......

The ancient tree opened his mouth to speak, but Illo breathed a sigh of relief, he had also heard the legend about these elven protectors, and slowly reacted. Listening to him call Allegri's name made him feel a lot more relieved. With such a powerful existence as the other party, there must be no possibility of deceiving himself. And through the memories of the ancient tree in his mind, he also somewhat determined his position, here...... It must be in the Moon Song Forest of the Low Elves, right?

"Illo?!" came a voice of surprise and delight in the distance, a little hoarse and a little familiar, the voice of Allegri as he remembered it.

Two figures spun out from behind the tree and hurried towards Illo. Illo looked at his familiar companion with a bit of a blank look, but the horror in his eyes grew thicker and thicker.

Dressed in a black loose mage robe, with a familiar face and violet eyes, there was no doubt that Allegri was it. But why did he have long black hair mixed with strands of gray hair, his face was withered and wrinkled, and his chin was gray?

It seemed that this was a fifty or sixty-year-old Allegri Illo who looked at him with some confusion, so could he have been asleep for decades?

"Ah, you're finally awake," Allegri said as he staggered over and took his hands affectionately, his eyes full of sentimentality, "Illo." My dear brother, do you know how much I have missed you in the past thirty-one years?"

"Three...... Thirty-one years?" Illo was completely stunned, his voice trembling, "how is that possible...... How is this possible? How can I be asleep for more than 30 years?"

"How could it be," Allegri said as he sat cross-legged across from him, pointing to the landscape. "You should recognize it, right...... This is the holy land of the Low Elf Kingdom, ...... Spring," he patted the tree beside him and said respectfully, "And this demigod who helped us heal you is the guardian of the forest, the esteemed Ancient Tree of War, Lord Gudeldu." Over the years, we have borrowed the vitality of the clear spring to maintain your survival, and finally awakened the ancient tree after exhausting a lot of hardships, and finally healed the wounds on your soul......"

Allegri said slowly. Illo, who knew the knowledge of the ancient tree and the clear spring, finally confirmed this, and a stunned expression appeared on his face, and it took a long time before he sighed in a low voice, erased the deep loneliness on his face, and said in a low voice,

"Thank you, Allegri. I'm a Highland half-elf, and you must have paid a great deal to convince those paranoid lowland elves to help me, right?" he said, in a deep voice. Glancing at the drooping guy behind Allegri, he didn't seem to be impressed, and asked with some concern, "Allegri...... What about Dios? What about the Berges, what about our mercenary group?"

"You wake up, that's the most important thing. Nothing else," Allegri said affectionately as he patted his hand with a gloomy expression, "but the elves are not so easy to talk to, and we can't afford not to pay a price." They made all sorts of demands. Demanded a lot of treasures and belongings, and even called our mercenary group to participate in the war. For example, in the last few days, Dios has led his army to fight for the elves, and I just came back from the front line, so I stopped by to see you. ”

"You ...... I ......" Illo felt like tears welled up in his eyes, his voice choked, and he covered his face and could barely speak.

"For the sake of my brother, this is as it should be. Allegri said resolutely, with an expression of willingness to stick a knife in his brother's side. This moved Illo again.

After a long time, Illo finally came to his senses, slowly accepted the cruel reality in his heart, and secretly vowed to repay Allegri and the others. He took a deep breath and finally returned to normal, gesturing at Fletcher, who was following Allegri, and asked, "Who is this brother?"

"Oh, he?" Allegri said with a smile, "this is Fletcher, do you remember? Before we fell unconscious, we recruited a group of teenage mercenaries, and there were nearly two thousand of them back then, but after all these years of war, there were not a few left. Fletcher is now the commander of the 3rd Bow Battalion, and he was considered your subordinate back then. ”

"Oh...... It's the little brother Fletcher. Illo nodded at him, although he no longer had much memory of him, but in the course of decades, this kind of dramatic change was not surprising even if he didn't recognize it.

"Vice-Captain Illo," Fletcher cursed in his heart, but he did as Allegri had told him earlier, "you're finally back, and the brothers are waiting for you." ”

"Yes, I'm back......," Illo let out a long sigh, stood up hard, moved his stiff muscles, and said in a deep voice, "I will definitely not let you down, but first, tell me first, how is the situation on the mainland now?"

"The continent is changing, time is passing, and we are all old...... Allegri made a weak look, and Fletcher, who knew him, hurriedly helped him up. He staggered to Illo's side with a wooden staff, his figure a little rickety, but his sluggish movements bought him time to talk nonsense, "Now...... This continent ...... The Three Kingdoms are in power...... That Cao Cao—no, no, no, Nacini had almost unified the North, and the Holy Alliance in the South had split into two states, cooperating with each other to resist the Snowton Empire, but at the same time fighting with each other......"

Allegri was talking eloquently, and Fletcher next to him was dumbfounded, isn't this really talking nonsense with his eyes open?

However, the old magician's old face still had a solemn and earnest expression, and he looked worried. Illo also nodded again and again, which really highlighted a superb acting skills. (To be continued......)

PS: (1st Update)