Reborn Yanqin

"What we are going to tell today is the heaviest history." The deep and solemn voice sounded in the empty room, causing a large echo and making people's ears buzz.

Following this sound, a history book with a worn-out skin opened in front of my eyes. On the yellowed pages, black lines gradually appeared. The old ink outlined the image of a feathered snake, and then a dark elf appeared.

"Born from the blood of Feathered Serpent and Dark Elf, the great ancestor—Zelal replanted the tree of life, and the family of Fallen Elves was born..."

The book turned a page, and a dark and stern eye appeared on the page.

"The God's Eye, which is mixed with the magical power of elves and feathered snakes, can change the trajectory of the stars and seize the godhead. The gods are afraid of such power, and issued an oracle: those who get the God's Eye can unify the fantasy continent." Voice Suddenly became sad and desolate.

"The greedy Odin stretched out his hand, the first to start hunting down the fallen elves, the kind Kumar gave aid, the cunning Moby maintained neutrality, and Tubol - the most powerful country - launched all power to hunt the fallen elves..."

"We had to leave the arms of the God of Life and find another way out. Almost every day, our compatriots were hunted down, and we were forced to face their bloody wings and eyesless faces."

"Unwilling and resentment spread like flames. We launched the craziest revenge. Most of Odin was destroyed, and Tubol was dying."

I flipped through the book page by page, and finally settled on page No.13. There were not only black lines on it, but also clumsy coloring. On the rough paper, a fallen elf stood on a rugged mountain road. Wearing two slender swords on his waist, he stared straight at the army in front of him.

A thunderbolt flashed across the blood-red sky, as if a child had knocked over the colored ink, and the strong colors were rendered on the paper, "Zelal blocked the Odin army alone in order to cover the retreat of the tribe, and fought It lasted for nearly ten days, and finally the hero fell."

"How sad this is. The master who crossed the mainland died at the hands of unknown soldiers."

On the next page, there was a short boy with anger burning in his eyes, staring at the blond man not far away like a beast, and pushed away the soldiers surrounded by him with a hideous face.Many weapons pierced his body, but he didn't retreat, but rushed straight over, hugged the blond man, and pushed him into the death crack behind him...

"Karlos, born from the place where the root of the tree of life was soaked in Zelar's blood, died with the king of Tubol."

The history book was closed suddenly, Jing Yan was startled, and slowly opened his eyes. What appeared in front of him was the face of Candeng Scholar, and not far away was the fallen elf who called himself Carlos.

"What happened?" Jing Yan stood up.

Candeng Scholar's eyes were full of worry, "You just passed out suddenly, and he said many things were too troublesome, so he just used another way to explain the truth."

"Memory recall magic..." Jing Yan murmured.

Carlos, who stood with his arms folded, said quietly: "The fact is that, since you already know everything about the sixth era, it's time to make a choice."

"What choice?"

"Do you want to avenge the fallen elves and complete the revival of the entire race, or continue to work with the Alliance of Light?" Carlos's expression suddenly became serious, his eyes were shining even in the dark, and he stared at Thorn rock.

Before coming down, Jing Yan had guessed that the theme of the next mission was revenge, but he never thought that this matter would be serious enough to make him betray the Radiance Alliance.But think about it. At that time, the people who chased and killed the blood elves were all humans. On the contrary, the later members of the Dark Alliance, such as ogres and orcs, did not take action. Of course, the fallen elves and the Alliance of Radiance were in a state of hostility.

It is an idiot to give up the task at such a critical time, Jing Yan said without hesitation: "Of course, if I can do my part for the fallen elves, I am very willing, but I hope you can answer a few questions for me... "

"You want to ask, why am I at the bottom of the death crack?" Carlos said here with some self-deprecating meaning, "When I jumped down, I thought I was dead, but...the one who died was Tu King Bor, I have survived under the protection of the God of Life."

"It's not that I've stayed here all the time and didn't go out. In fact, I can come and go here freely. The survivors of the fallen elves have all evacuated to the Siberia Sea, where they have an undisturbed territory..."

Jing Yan was stunned, and said in surprise: "Death Sea!" Unexpectedly, the most mysterious sea area was the stronghold of the fallen elves.

Carlos nodded, "Yes, it's right there!"

"So...why are you here?"

"Moosat, the god of life, once sent an oracle to me, asking me to wait here for someone who can help the fallen elves." Carlos sighed softly, "Adventurer, if you are willing to revive the fallen elves, I can give the ancestors Give me all your armor."

Zelar's Armor!Jing Yan's heartbeat quickened, this was exactly the purpose of his trip, but he still hadn't forgotten his long-standing doubts, "I have another question, someone jumped off the death crack before, have you seen him?"

Hearing this, Carlos showed anger on his face, "That's a cowardly coward. After seeing the ancestral armor, he gave up, saying that he didn't dare to do this, and then left the death crack in despair. .”

Jing Yan's eyes widened in surprise, Death Storm Kalamuti, how could he be a coward?Or is there something on Zelar's armor...

Suddenly, a light flashed in front of his eyes, and the little calla lily appeared in front of Jing Yan's eyes. He asked, "Excuse me, is there a mark of the God of Life on that set of armor?"

"This set of armor is forged from the purest power of life, and of course it has a sacred mark!"

"Impossible!" Jing Yan cried out aloud. Now that Zelar has left the God of Life and turned into the embrace of Folkot, it is impossible to use pure life force to forge armor, and from the beginning to the end Well, Jing Yan's mission all points to a name—the God of Calamity, which is completely opposite to the God of Life. It is absolutely a joke to say that this mission will use the God of Life as a reward!

Carlos frowned, "How is it impossible?"

"I mean - didn't Zelar himself have listened to Folkot's will, why does he still believe in Moosat?" Jing Yan slightly raised his volume.

As soon as this remark came out, Carlos seemed to be insulted, and said fiercely: "We have never changed our beliefs! I don't know who said this, but this is undoubtedly the biggest slander!"

Jing Yan stayed where he was, and Candeng Scholar pulled him from behind, stepped forward and said, "Your Excellency Carlos, we do not intend to offend, but we have indeed heard of such a thing before, if it is false, we I apologize to you here."

Carlos took a deep breath, and it could be seen that he was trying his best to suppress his anger, and finally he said: "If you want to help us, first raise your reputation in Candela to the level of reverence, and then come to the Dead Sea to find us Go." After speaking, he waved his hand, teleporting the two of them above the death crack in the blink of an eye.

Until his feet stepped on the thick ground, Jing Yan still couldn't come back to his senses. He sat on the ground blankly, completely unable to understand the thoughts involved.Obviously, the old beggar in Novice Village asked him to follow in the footsteps of Focott, and the skills he got were exclusive to the Calamity Tyrant. Even Sirius Tun himself gave him the stone. Zelar's belief changed, and he It's a certainty, why would Carlos deny it like this?

"Jing Yan?" Candeng Scholar lightly patted his cheek.

Jing Yan asked in a daze, "What do you think is going on?"

"...I can't figure it out for a while. Forkot is not a god of belief in dark elves or feathered snakes, but if Zelar really believes in Moosat from the beginning to the end, as Carlos said , it makes sense. In other words, it is reasonable that Zelar did not change his belief."

"I'm absolutely sure now that the profession of Calamity Tyrant is a profession created by Zelar himself..." Jing Yan was also in a mess, pulling his hair with some headaches, "If Carlos hadn't said this, we would still It can be guessed that Zelar changed his faith after forging the armor, but..."

"It's also possible that he doesn't know." Candeng Scholar said seriously: "Think about it. At that time, the fallen elves were almost scattered everywhere to fight. Maybe Zelar was desperate in the face of adversity, so he turned to Forcott and begged for him. Powerful, maybe Carlos would have jumped off by then."

Jing Yan shook his head, "He also came into contact with the surviving clan members after that, and those people should know about it."

"There is another possibility." Candeng Scholar said slowly, "The belief that Zelar offered to Forcott is only his own, not the entire race, and if Zelar switched to Fokot in the last battle Forkot, if he gained strength and then died of exhaustion, it is possible for other clansmen not to know about it."

After much deliberation, there is only this one explanation, Jing Yan nodded with difficulty, still a bit unacceptable.

"Don't worry about it, now we are required to raise our reputation to Exalted." Candeng Scholar suddenly said, "We are still a long way from this requirement. It seems that during the competition, including a long period after the competition Time, we all have to work hard to improve our reputation, and how to get reputation is also a difficult problem."

Jing Yan had a bitter face, "So many people were cut down in the war, but in the end, the mission pushed the reputation to good. Usually, there is no way to increase the reputation. Should we passively wait for something big to happen in the system?"

At least in his previous life, Jing Yan hadn't heard of ways to increase his prestige other than war. Such a request from Carlos was like a bolt from the blue.