The shadow was getting closer and closer, and its appearance gradually became clear by the light of the fires raging on the battlefield.

Covered in holes and almost shattered beneath the black cloth, there was a shriveled male elf in the shape of a withered man.

It staggered towards the father and son, trembling in its hands, carrying a miserable green lantern, with dark golden points of light constantly dangling out.

These points of light were scattered across the corpses of the battlefield, and it didn't take long for those corpses to stiffen to their feet and then fearlessly charge towards the array of the living......

"Will, isn't it scary?"

"It's a bit ......"

"So, shall I tell you a story?"

"I'm not a child anymore, father. ”

“...... Okay, then I'll just tell myself, whether you listen or not, it's your business. ”

Richard looked helplessly at his child, Will's character, most likely derived from her mother, paranoid...... And cute.

Thinking of the woman who made him feel guilty, Richard sighed and slowly told a story: "Now this continent is dominated by the Roman Empire, a human kingdom in the center of the continent, Calondo, an orc country that has waged wars for years at the entrance to the Western Mountains, and the Elven Throne, an elven kingdom across the sea from humans in the south...... But in ancient times, this was not the case...... At that time, whether it was humans, orcs, elves, barbarians, or goblins and other minorities, they all had a common identity - slaves of the gods. When I talk about the gods here, I don't mean the so-called gods enshrined in the Pantheon in Rome, let alone some remote gods. But...... Titans. ”

Richard's tone paused visibly when he said these two words, and in the depths of his eyes, there was a fear engraved in his blood.

Will, apparently unaware of his father's change, asked suspiciously, "Titan?" I think I've read it from some book. ”

"Well, most of the lost histories have been passed down in the form of book narratives......" Richard nodded at first, and then saw that the conjuring was getting closer and closer to the father and son, knowing that time was running out, so he hastened his own narration: "The Titans are very terrifying, most of them have bodies as tall as mountains, they have the gift of controlling the forces of nature, and they have extremely tenacious vitality...... That's why they can rule the world at that time. ”

"And how did they die, or rather, how did humans and other races become masters of this continent?" Will asked, confused.

“...... We'll come back to that later. Richard sighed, carefully folded the scroll, placed it in the inner lining of his shirt, and continued, "The Conjuring is a legendary high-elf necromancer who wrote at the cost of his own life on the eve of his clan uniting with other races against the Titans...... In the secret records of our Holy Clan, this usually inconspicuous and taciturn necromancer ancestor was rejected by almost everyone in that era. Before he died, he instructed his people to use blood and life force to activate this scroll when the battle situation was unfavorable......"

"Hmm......" Will looked at the still bleeding wound on his father's wrist, pulled out a bright red healing potion from his pocket, and handed it to him.

"It's ......" Richard could of course tell it was a healing potion, but he was confused as to where his son got it.

"Aunt Fiona asked me to bring it before leaving, and although it comes in handy now, I always feel that she has bad intentions. Will grabbed the corner of his coat and muttered to himself.

"yes, I see. After carefully pouring out some of the potion and spilling it on the wound, and then gulping the rest of it clean, Richard could feel the warmth in his body, which was a sign of his recovery of vitality! After the wound had healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, Richard continued to tell the story that was so distant that it was almost forgotten: "His people thought he was crazy, and even in regret, they laughed at him for not being able to do anything, because if he failed to fight the Titans, few people would survive." Later, the flames of war broke out, and countless elves, druids, and treants, led by the high elves, used magic and martial arts to destroy the roots of the Titan, the World Tree, that ruled them. The myriad vines that can shoot from the World Tree will always pierce the warriors who rush towards it. When the war lasted for three days, everyone despaired, and the vines of the World Tree were endless, because the corpses on the battlefield and the elves who were still standing on its side became its nourishment. For Titans, vassalage is just a consumable that can be created infinitely. They are both the creators and destroyers of all races. ”

Hearing this, Will held his breath, the story was so fascinating. Seeing that his father didn't say anything, he hurriedly urged: "What happened later, Dad?"

"Later?" Richard smiled meaningfully, took a few steps closer to his son, and recounted in a heavy tone, "Later, the legendary hero Hado Byrne, the necromancer of the great necromancer Kyle Korland, finally remembered the necromancer's request from his friend and foe, and activated the scroll with the remnants of his life...... It is said that when the scrolls are activated, the skies of the Elven Land become overcast. A black shadow carrying a lantern and wearing a black robe appeared on the battlefield, and then, those who had fallen stood up, still aware of their own consciousness, and in surprise, they launched a counterattack on the World Tree. The vines of the World Tree could not stop the warriors who feared pain and death, and the mages possessed a steady stream of magic, and at the same time, the rebel elves who were wounded or killed by them would become just like them, fearless and fearless, and go straight to the World Tree......! The World Tree was destroyed, and the Elves became the second race to be freed from Titan's bondage. ”

"The second? what about the first?" asked Will, confused, a little dissatisfied with his father's appetite for hanging on him.

"The first one is you...... The Great Saint Family ......"

"Who, who's talking?!" Will jumped in fright, his pupils shrinking as he found the source of the voice.

It was the black shadow, carrying the lantern, and the black shadow that had appeared in front of him at some point.

"Dear Lord Kyle Broadland, allow me to extend my warmest greetings to you. Richard knelt down on one knee and made a complicated and simple salute. Will on the side saw it, and although he didn't know what his father was doing, he quickly calmed down, did the same, and knelt down on one knee.

"Don't be restrained, Ancient Allies, did you summon me to slaughter these humans?"