Arcane splendor begins with the throne

Chapter 159 The Last Pure Land of the Elves

The sky lit up with startling speed, and the dark outlines of the Ashenvale forest resurfaced, jagged treetops emerging from the blur.

Behind Brian, a patch of dawn-blue smudged across the horizon, drowning out the stars.

When dawn came, and the sky had not yet dawned, he started on the road again.

He was riding on his horse and was about to set off when a piece of music played by a harp, accompanied by a soft singing, came from the depths of the quiet forest.

Brian was stunned, and immediately comforted the snorting mount, fell silent, and listened quietly to the sweet music in the shadows of the jungle.

He heard a soft voice singing, mingled with the dawn, almost inaudible amid the rustling of the leaves above him:

The silvery brook flows from the Twilight Forest to Lorasjo,

In Lorastrium in the verdant fields,
The grass grows and leaves, and the flowers bloom.

Beneath the fragrant hillsides,
In the breeze of the West Sea,
Elven ships are moored on the silvery sea,
This dreary ship,
By the raging waves.

The night wind blows from the north,
The wind howls and hunts,

The ship left the shore with the wind,
Moving across the ocean current,

Almost disappeared at the end of the waves.

The dawn is twilight, and the land is no longer visible,
The waves are undulating, the white waves blind the eyes,
look back in direction

There is only a faint line of gray shadows in the wilderness.

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The voice in the forest trembled suddenly, and the song stopped.

The singing stopped, there was no more sound, even the leaves were silent, and even the birds in the forest seemed to have quieted down.

Brian came back to his senses, and there was a fleeting hint of sadness in his dark eyes.

With a slightly unsteady mind, he drove his mount slowly towards the forest.

All the while he was haunted by the elf's song, amidst the wind blowing through the treetops above and the twittering of birds.

In fact, the elf song that came from the forest just now sang only a part of it, not a complete song.

Because this song is very long and too sad.

It tells the story of 500 years ago, with the continuous expansion of human power, the last pure land of the elves: the Plain of Lorrastriol, which is now the Kingdom of Amastaxia, was broken by the human army.

The elves of the Starflower 'El Adonis' family migrated and disappeared in the wild mountains of Blackman.

The elves of the Sunshine 'Tarnold' family are divided into two groups.

Some of them hid in the Dusk Forest where Blackman was handed over, and the other part, led by the leader of the Riyao family, left their homes, went overseas, and disappeared in the Golden Bay by boat.

The person who wrote this ballad was an elf poet and the only elf who survived the storm. He was discovered by fishermen in the coastal area of ​​the Kingdom of Breland in the shallow sea and was lucky to be rescued.

So the rescued elven poet composed this sentimental ballad in memory of his shipwrecked kin.

From then on, the elven poet destroyed his harp and swore to himself that he would never compose or sing any ballad again in his life.

It is said that this bard is a direct bloodline of the Sunshine 'Tarnold' royal family, the true heir to the Elven court.

He is still alive today, but his whereabouts are unknown.

500 years, for humans, is long enough for a dynasty to change, but for elves, it is not as long as imagined.

It is the elves' long lifespan that makes their memory of hatred extra deep.

The clear stream in the song is like silver, which refers to a river in the Kingdom of Amastasia: the Moon Stream.

The name sounds like a creek, but in fact it is a river that runs through the entire Los Ladro Plain, and it is also the only large river on the entire continent that is navigable in the entire region.

Just like the largest inland sea in Asno Continent, its area is comparable to the Mediterranean in the west in the real world, but the elves named it: Yaoxing Lake.

The elegant and artistic life characteristics of elves make their naming methods very different from humans.

For example, the oceans surrounding the entire continent: the Moon Floating Sea, the Whirling Star Sea, and the Sun Chaser Sea were all named after the elves landed, and have been passed down to this day.

The destination of Brian's trip, the city of Abrera, is located on the bank of the Moon Creek River entering the Golden Bay.

He was not surprised to hear this elf song in the forest.

What really surprised him was that the elf who sang this song was able to sing it so skillfully after only one night of learning.

It can be seen from this that the elves are so talented in art, even if this elf is a wood elf.

However, Brian, who is a half-elf, did not inherit this ability at all.

Otherwise, he might not be a Battle Mage, but a swordsinger profession exclusively for elves and half-elves.

In fact, during his camping rest last night, he didn't have a sleepless night and sleep until dawn as he imagined.

After the first two little tiger cubs disturbed him, just before midnight, a wood elf with a wreath on his forehead and long hair hanging down his shoulders, under his vigilant eyes, sneaked into his tent as if nothing had happened.

Looking at the female elf's shy and wildly beautiful face under the candlelight, Brian thought she was going to have a dewy affair with him.

Who would have thought that the other party took out a beautifully crafted harp and wanted me to teach her to sing.

This stumped him all of a sudden.

Feeling the expecting gaze of the elf girl looking at him eagerly, he could only bite the bullet and use his lame artistic talent to hand over the only elf song remembered in his mind to the wood elf.

This song was discovered by accident when he asked Princess Corney to take him to the library of the palace.

Of course, because the ballad was too sad, he only taught the first half of the score and lyrics. As for the second half, he would rather forget it forever.

So the scene just happened.

The wood elves living in the Ashenvale forest are silent and independent, following ancient customs and attaching importance to tradition.

Except for their contact with the druids of the Tree Shepherd Association, it is difficult to find their traces on the mainland.

Wood elves are stronger and more solid than their other close relatives.

This attitude is reflected in their culture and traditions: they favor the pursuit of physical prowess, and view elf history with a more critical eye.

They will also try to avoid the cities and palaces of close relatives and live closer to nature.And always be wary of yourself and stay away from those close relatives who have paid a heavy price for their arrogance and prejudice.

To Brian's surprise, the Wood Elf's artistic talent can be so high, and it took only one night to play this sad elf ballad so smoothly.

Although he doesn't know temperament well, it doesn't mean he doesn't appreciate music.

Among all the bards Brian had met, the one who sang the best was none other than the mysterious satyr Mario Liangge.

When the two of them were on the way to Thorn Castle, he always seemed impatient with Mario's humming along the way, but he still recognized it very much in his heart.

As the dwarf Brotho said: Everyone knows that poets are like lice on a dog's tail, harmless and useless.Of course, it rarely holds anyone back, and it can always add a bit of fun to a boring journey.

For this wood elf girl who only studied for one night, her level, in Brian's opinion, has even surpassed most human bards.

At this moment, a slight sound interrupted Brian's contemplation, making his expression tense, and his right hand instinctively touched the position of the sword hilt.

He followed the rustling sound like leaves falling to the ground and found something crouching next to the tree trunk ten steps away from him. It looked like a bush wrapped with ivy.

But it's definitely not a shrub, because a shrub doesn't have big bright eyes.

If he hadn't possessed the "telepathy" among god-like powers, he wouldn't have been able to find this 'shrub' approaching him silently.

His horse snorted uneasily, and Brian reached out and stroked the thick mane of its neck to calm it down.

"Sh' cegte vart."

Under his gaze, the 'shrub' stood up from the tree trunk. This was a wood elf girl, with a voice in the wood language, like the sound of raindrops beating leaves.

She wears a wreath of blue, white, and yellow colors on her forehead, her long forest-colored hair is draped over her shoulders, her clothes are made of brown and green leaves and bark, and her beautiful face is painted with oil paint Two parallel green diagonal lines.

"Is something wrong?"

Bryan heard the meaning of the other party's words, saying hello to himself, and said, "Use Elvish, it will be easier to communicate."

The unexpected guest in front of him was the wood elf girl who asked him to teach singing last night.

As for the name, he didn't take the initiative to ask, so naturally he didn't know.

Although he also knew the Wood language, he was not very proficient. When the two of them communicated, whether it was listening or speaking, it seemed very awkward.

"Come with me."

The elf girl switched to another language and said briefly.

It sounds crisp and sweet, full of musical rhythm.

"What's the matter?" Brian got off his horse. He knew the way the wood elf girl spoke, so he didn't waste any time talking to her.

"You'll know when you go." The girl looked up at him, cherishing words like gold.

"Okay." Brian patted the horse's head, signaling it to wait for him in place.

"Cover this up." The girl took out a handkerchief from her bosom and handed it to Brian.

"At least let me know what to do." Brian took the handkerchief and shrugged helplessly, not intending to cover it up.

He smelled the girl's sweat on the handkerchief, a coolness like lemon.

This is the crushed sap of the Litsea cypress tree, the smell it emits, and it has the effect of reducing swelling and relieving pain when applied to the skin.

This tree is common in the dwellings of druids and wood elves.

Because its roots and leaves are the main ingredients for making healing ointments, and the fruits can replace salt.

The breeze rustled among the many leaves, the wolf howled at the edge of the forest, the horse gnawed on the turf boredly, and a little squirrel jumped happily among the branches carefree, and finally jumped on the horse's back mischievously.

The girl was silent for a long time, and said slowly: "The elder said that you have received a gift from Sina Fey Melianne, let me take you to see the last pure land of the elves."

She looked at Brian expressionlessly, her forest-colored eyes shining in the dim forest.

"I see." Brian nodded slightly, and took the initiative to cover his eyes.

He rejected the hand extended by the elf girl, followed behind her, and walked slowly along the path in the forest.

He has "telepathy", and after being deprived of vision, his hearing and other senses become very sharp.

He could smell the trees and the grass beneath his feet, and hear the rustling of leaves in many different notes overhead, the murmur of the brook far to the left, and the thin, clear calls of birds in the sky.

As he went deeper, he also heard the sounds of fighting in the distant forest, bowstrings echoing, arrows piercing the air, sharp blades piercing flesh, goblins screaming, begging for mercy...

The goblins in the forest were almost wiped out, and the rest were fleeing eastward to Blackman's wild mountains. Two light-footed elves and their animal companions, a leopard and a fierce tiger, were chasing and killing them.

Another elf finally found the leader of the hobgoblins hiding in the shadow of the tree trunk, and he called the falcon hovering in the sky with a low and inaudible voice.

The hobgoblin threw away the mace and iron helmet in his hand, bent over, deliberately slowed down, stepped on the flat and soft ground, and walked along the dense bushes, intending to slip away silently.

Accompanied by the resounding howl of the eagle, the elf who found the leader of the hobgoblin followed him with the same quick and silent steps...

As Brian passed a glade, he felt the light of dawn on his face and hands.

Immediately afterwards, the elf girl's hand took the initiative to pull towards him, and he didn't dodge it, letting the warm, rough little hand slide into his palm.

Because he has already sensed some kind of enchantment-like magical energy around him.

For a moment a strange feeling came over him, which grew stronger as he walked on:

He felt as if he had walked a bridge of space, entered a corner of a lost little plane, and was now walking in a world that did not belong to Planet Asno.

He felt himself on a grassy hillside, surrounded by living leaves and flowers, quivering and swaying in the same cool wind that was blowing on his face.

At this time, Brian felt that he was in an eternal pure land that would never fade, never change, and never fall into oblivion.

I do not know how long it has been……

With his handkerchief removed, Brian raised his head and couldn't help but hold his breath.

He stood on a gentle hill, surrounded by endless green grass.

A sparkling stream flowed slowly from the north, circled the fertile hills, turned southeast again, and disappeared into the misty distance.

In the center surrounded by streams: golden round petals, blue star florets, and white half-moon flowers, each of them is a piece, swaying with the wind, shining like a mist in the rich tones of greenery, It also seems to be competing for fragrance and beauty in the green ocean, showing a lovely and pitiful posture.

Everything here is so old that it seems to have existed since ancient times, forming a primitive natural scene that has never been trampled on.

It is an astonishing beauty, an unpretentiously compelling and heart-warming natural beauty.

"Please forgive me." The elf girl bowed deeply to Brian, changed her previous words like gold, and said in a heavy tone:
"I hope you can look at everything here with a friendly eye, because you are the first non-pure blood elf to step into the Holy Land of Ashenvale. Since the elves stepped into this world, you named it 'Asno', which means Since 'The Refuge of the Exiles', it has been a sacred place for all elves.

On this evergreen meadow, flowers bloom forever: the golden round petals represent the solar flare 'Tarnord', the blue stars are the star flower 'El Adonis', and the white half-moon is the moon The murmur of 'Jia Lannasi'.

Regrettably, "The Murmur of the Moon" traveled overseas without a trace, "Sunshine" died in a storm, and "The Flower of the Star" gradually withered in the wild mountains.Behind this pure land, maybe it is the spirit of flowers that sees through the harshness of the future, and grabs the head of Yanshuang's killing, and shows the final appearance to Mother Earth. "

"What's the purpose of your elder asking you to bring me here?" Brian looked at the wood elf girl in front of him, revealing a thoughtful look.

"This world is full of danger and darkness. For us elves, any beautiful thing is intertwined with sadness." The girl sighed:

"This is the last pure land of the elves. What we wood elves seek is to live in peace and harmony with the world, not to rule it. We have witnessed the consequences of the arrogant actions of our relatives, and witnessed their rise and fall. In the end, they can only Live in the wreckage left behind. If there is light at the end of the dark roads of the world...."

"Can you... speak normally?" Brian frowned and couldn't help but complain.

"The elder asked me to send you a message."

The girl was silent for a moment, and looked at him with complicated eyes, "If you are willing to fight for a pure land suitable for the elves in the human kingdom, all the wood elves in the Ashenvale forest will be your master."

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(End of this chapter)