The history of mankind, or the origin of all the history of this shijie, seems to be traced back to the time when the elves ruled shijie. The elves, who have always been regarded as the ancestors of civilization, proudly call themselves "Noldor", meaning the people of wisdom, and their faces seem to have always appeared in the eyes of the world with very friendly and kind faces, spreading civilization, teaching farming, granting tools, and even the language is said to have been written by the elves.

But only humans have not forgotten that this race is not entirely kind and harmless - the legendary Emperor of Man, the great Aragorn, once led his army in three battles with the elves, winning two and losing one, and the elves who originally occupied a large part of the land also disappeared from the eyes of the world and returned to their former homeland, the Forest of Silence.

Only the various expensive spices flowing from that magical land have not forgotten this once glorious race and their civilization.

But in fact, in the eyes of the elves, or the Noldrens, their country is still brilliant, rich in goods, and rarely in disaster. Peaceful by nature, the Nodoren who have few desires carefully maintain the balance between nature and themselves, and every plant and tree is regarded as a spiritual life. And I don't have any intention of exploring the outside world -- maybe it's because the Forest of Silence is too rich, right?

And there is only one place in this land that can be regarded as a city by man -- Anduria, the birthplace of the elves! Towering oaks and creepers form its walls, bluestone and logs make houses, green leaves and drawings decorate the corners, flowing springs cross small bridges, and fountains in stone crevices are enclosed with cobblestone............ The elves followed the teachings of their ancestors, and all trees over a thousand years old were enshrined, and butterflies flourished on the branches of the sacred tree to the music of birdsong.

"Welcome, revered prophet of mankind, and may the birds of the forest guide you. ”

Elevin sat on a wooden chair, a slight smile on his lips, his well-fitting white robe making him even quieter, his black eyes flowing with joy.

"Ahem-ahem-!" Malcius, dressed in a coarse cloth robe, was drinking tea, and when he heard the voice on the other side, he wiped his mouth casually, and put the cup on the table, squeezing out a hearty smile on his pleated face.

"Ah, thank you for your generosity, Erwyn Bixia!"

"Whew. Elevin smiled lightly and waved his hand absently: "King is a title for human beings, and it doesn't apply to Noldor. If you want, you can call it that!"

"Thank you for your generosity!" said Malcius smiled and nodded.

"So, on this auspicious occasion, you came to the holy land of Noldor because of weishenme?"

"It's for prophecy. The old man muttered.

"Prophecy?!" Slightly surprised, Elevin took a teacup from the table, the orange tea swaying slightly.

"Now this shijie is not stable, esteemed Erwin Bixia. The old man said with a serious expression: "I believe that you, who are in the Forest of Silence, should also have heard of orcs!"

"Ah, I've heard of it. He took a sip calmly and put the cup down with his hand: "It seems that a terrible war has broken out in the human empire in the south, but hasn't it been quelled?"

"It's much worse than that!, and it's much more terrifying!" the old man sighed, "The empire has been destroyed, the Pendragon family has withered, and the entire southern land is being ravaged by orcs!"

"What?!"

Startled, Elevyn inadvertently let go of his hand holding the teacup. With a crisp sound, the delicate and small pottery cup shattered on the ground, and the hot tea was spread on the ground.

"The prophecies that have been circulated have been confirmed, and the opportunity for destruction has appeared. Malcius's tone was gentle, but people couldn't help but twitch their throats: "If you are still unconscious, you can only end up with death!"

"This ...... How is this possible?!" Elevin shook his head in disbelief: "It's incredible!"

"Didn't the Noldor Great Druid warn you in advance?!" Malcius raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"That lord did say something vague, just telling us that we must take precautions!" Erwin smiled bitterly, "We have already started to prepare, but we didn't expect it to be so serious!"

"Oh God!" the elf sighed, "The Forest of Silence has been quiet for six hundred years, six hundred years!

"Of course, you don't have to worry too much about it just yet. "The humans of the north are still defending their land, and have managed to repel a small attack by the orcs!"

"As for the south, Lord the Grand Druid has gone to warn the dwarves living in the Southern Basin that Noldor still has enough time to prepare, gather an army, and protect himself!"

"Thank you for this precious news!" Elwyn bowed his head, "so that our people will not suffer unjustified calamity!"

"Father!"

A cheerful voice came from outside, and a young man in a dark green tunic strode over, his left hand holding the hilt of the knife at his waist, his long blond hair tied behind his head, and a short ponytail, revealing two pointed ears.

After seeing the old man sitting in the chair, his originally cheerful face frowned slightly.

"Who is he?"

"Bode!" Elwyn scolded, then turned to the old man apologetically, "Sorry, Prophet. This kid is too young!"

"It's okay, it's okay!" said Malcius smiled and shook his head, "Young people are always full of energy and impulsiveness, and of course they don't like a bad old man like me!"

"Please forgive me for my rudeness just now!" The young man admitted his mistake very frankly, stroked his chest and bent down gracefully, expressing his apologies: "Thank you also for your forgiving mind!"

"But I want to be clear. The young man stood up with a smile and tilted his head playfully: "The Nuodo people also respect the old man very much!"

"This is the prophet of mankind, Lord Malcius, an elder worthy of the same respect as the Grand Druid!" said Elwyn to both sides, "This is my son, Bald. ”

"It's a great honor to know you!" said with a smile, "Honorable Prophet of Humanity!"

"I'm also glad to meet such a dynamic young man!" said Malthews.

"Ah, that's all for me. Everwin interrupted the conversation and looked at the old man with a melancholy expression: "I beg your pardon for being direct, but what instructions do you want to give us?"

"This catastrophe is not something that the Nuoduo can survive with their own Liliang, and the threat it threatens is not only as simple as the Nuoduo, it is a catastrophe for all races!" The prophet said solemnly: "In addition to rectifying all the Liliang, you also have to extend the hand of friendship to the humans and the dwarves, only by uniting, can you not be defeated by the orcs!"

"Humans and dwarves?" Bode raised an eyebrow, "Do you think that the Noldocrats can't defend themselves against foreign enemies and protect their homeland with their liliang?"

"The destruction of the human empire in the south is enough to prove the terrible liliang of the orcs. "They're so scary than you think!"

"In that case, didn't they come to us on their own initiative?" Bode asked, "Weishenme, we have to ............ to a group of bereaved families at this time."

"Bode!" Erwin interrupted him rudely, "you are so rude!"

"I'm sorry!" the boy lowered his head, turned his face to the side, and stood on tiptoe on his right foot without speaking, but his eyes kept looking this way.

"Prophet, please continue!" Elevin bowed his head slightly, "Please continue!"

"I only hope that Noldor has not forgotten the oath he made in the past!" the old man said with a flat face: "The oath I once made to the Human Emperor!"

"Of course I haven't forgotten!" Elwin nodded, "With the blade of the Radiant Cross as a guarantee!"

"However, the Emperor of Man is no longer there. And we just made an oath to the Emperor of the People!"

"The Emperor of Men has been reborn!" Maltheus said loudly, "The prophecy has begun, the Emperor of Men has risen in the North! The oath of Noldor is still valid! As long as you are willing to keep it, or rather, you must keep it!"

If that's the case, then Noldor won't turn his back. Elwyn nodded, "When the light of the Radiant Cross returns, the rangers and warriors of Noldor will stand under the banner of the Human Emperor and fight with him!"

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"Then, I'm leaving!" the old man stood up with a solemn face and bowed slightly: "I hope you will prepare early, the future will be much more terrifying than you imagined, and it will be more dangerous!"

"I will keep it in mind, thank you again for the warning!" Erwin smiled: "May you live a long and healthy life!"

"Huh. The old man smiled bitterly twice, turned and left: "I hope!"

With a long chirp, the black falcon spread its wings and flew high away from the forested land and into the sky, leaving only an afterimage.

The voice was flying in the direction of the east.

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"Father!" Bode asked impatiently, "Are you really going to ask the humans for help?!"

"Our relationship with them hasn't gotten to that point!" said Elevin calmly, "Even if we do do that, I'm afraid no one will pay attention to it, there is no need to do such a thing!"

"What's more, if you ask for help, it must be expensive!" Gently picking up the fragments of his smashed cup and placing them on the table: "Human beings are always insatiable. I'm afraid it will be even more troublesome than it is now!"

"So what do we do?"

"On our own!" Elwyn clapped his hands and looked at his son.

"Go and bring Master Yi here and tell him that Noldor needs his Liliang!"