Along the coast and in the docks, all the busy elf fishermen raised their heads and looked up at the dark sky that was gradually getting darker.
Above the sky, the orange sun that had just risen has been obscured by the gathering clouds. Countless water vapor clouds condensed from all directions to where the shadows emerged. A deep and majestic sound could be heard echoing above the entire world.
"What is this?"
However, facing the pressure that suddenly descended from the sky, although the Deer Crown Elf looked shocked, his tone remained calm. He frowned and whispered: "It's a bit like a big crab..."
Rather than just being surprised and confused, it seemed that he didn't quite understand the meaning behind this scene. He probably just regarded it as a celestial phenomenon similar to a 'solar eclipse', but Priest was shouting in his heart that it was bad.
-This, this is obviously the group of eight-clawed fungi that came here!
Why so fast? ! Damn it, if they break through the world barrier, we won't be able to find a place to hide... Should we seek shelter at the Akrafa hub? !
Continuous thunderous bombardments echoed at the top of the sky. At first, Priest was still extremely nervous, thinking desperately about how to deal with it, but soon he discovered that no matter how hard the crab claws bombarded, the sky would still be full of energy. But there is no slight change or bend, it is still as stable as ever.
The bombardment of the giant claws was accompanied by heavy thunder and small raindrops, or even no rain at all... After a while, it seemed that the barrier of this world could not be broken down, and the crab claws left like this.
"Ah, this kind of thing happens often. Don't be too surprised. You humans have short life spans and may have lost this knowledge."
The Deer Crown Elf noticed Priest's expression beside him and comforted him: "Similar things have happened twice in my life. The first time was a whale-like virtual man more than 120 years ago. The shadows appeared in the sky and hit the dome desperately. The second time was more than fifty years ago. It was a collision of miniature shadows like a group of small fishes. They all hit each other for a long time, but none of them succeeded."
Noticing that Priest's eyes were widened and staring at him with extremely surprised eyes, the Deer Crown Elf straightened the deer crown on his head with some confusion and said: "This is just my memory. There are more in the memory of the mother tree. A similar thing happened before, so I wasn't very surprised, I was just wondering why it turned into a crab claw this time... Is it really like what the ancestors said, that beyond the sky is a boundless 'sea of void'? Seafood can be Rich enough.”
The surrounding fishing and hunting elves also noticed strange phenomena in the sky, but most of the elves continued to work after pointing to the sky. Everything was just as the deer crown elves said, and this scene was not for them. not fresh.
"It's a mistake. We don't understand the ecology of this world at all, and we don't understand the environment in which these elves survive... And the shell of this world is too strong, right? According to this elf, there are obviously several The giant beasts of the void tried to invade, but all ended in vain!"
Priest now realizes that he and his teammates may have made a big mistake.
That is to bring the impression of the Mycroft elves into these elves in the 'unknown world'.
Although the two look very similar, in essence, they are completely different from the same race - whether it is customs, worldview, or the essence of life, they have parted ways long ago after an unknown period of evolution.
Thinking of this, Priest immediately made up his mind and took this opportunity to ask the deer crown elves some common sense customs.
"You ask about our past? To be honest, if we don't connect with the mother tree, I won't remember much."
After hearing Priest's question, the Deer Crown Elf took him for a slow walk along the coconut grove on the coast. He said in a slightly hoarse tone: "Actually, there is nothing to say. The first ancestors put their lives After the mother tree was planted in the center of our home, it died of the alien disease. With the protection of the mother tree and the united spirit, we have multiplied generation after generation on this land until now."
"This is indeed a good place. There are coconut palms on the seaside, many berry bushes and fruit trees in the forest, and a large number of beasts. Except for alien diseases and the occasional alien monster, we have almost no enemies. .”
As he spoke, the Deer Crown Elf picked up two coconuts about the size of three fists from the coastal sand and handed one to Priest. He whispered: "In this way, generation after generation will reproduce and live peacefully. Here, until now... this is our history.”
Priest silently poked two holes in the coconut with his fingers, and then took a sip.
Coconut juice has a lighter taste, but it is very fragrant, refreshing, pure and pollution-free, and of high quality.
It can be seen that many elven fishermen who are tired of fishing just pick up one or two coconuts on the beach. After drinking and resting for a while, they start working again.
The elves' small boats can accommodate two or three people and are only nearly ten meters long at most. Logically speaking, such boats can only travel in rivers and lakes. Even on the coast, they are very dangerous and cannot fish at all, but most elves have them. With a bit of extraordinary power and the stability of magic, they can not only move freely along the coast, but can even occasionally go to the deep sea to induce schools of fish.
Since fish and seafood are not staple foods, the consumption of two to three thousand elves is not even as fast as the natural recovery of this sea area. Many fishermen only work for an hour or two and have already caught food for the whole family for the next one or two weeks—these are the vast majority. Some of it will be made into dried fish and used as food reserve in winter.
Some fishermen have already begun to bask in the sun leisurely.
"...How long have you been living this way?"
Putting the coconut shell under the tree aside, Priest asked softly: "Hundreds of years, or..."
"At least a thousand or two thousand years ago. Maybe longer."
The deer crown elf didn't seem to care. He replied casually: "The five generations of leaders before me have all done very well. The only thing I am better than them is that I probably live longer."
"No, I mean, haven't you ever thought about changing?"
Priest stopped and looked up at the sky where the clouds had not completely dispersed. Then he looked down at the quiet and peaceful sea area. He thought of many things... His hometown in the southern fortress during the Dragon Calamity was destroyed by the dragon. His hometown was leveled by beasts, his relatives and neighbors were devoured by dragon beasts, and more, ordinary people in Mycroft's world are still struggling to survive.
The young warrior once again saw the traces of chaos erosion on the arm of the Deer Crown Elf. He thought of the long shadow on Sur's back. Priest clenched his fists and said in a somewhat suppressed voice: "You have encountered so many Sudden visions, chaos... alien diseases and alien monsters, haven't you thought about developing technology to solve these problems?"
"You have such a wealthy home! Such a peaceful environment! Even though this world... is a bit weird, it's been two thousand years a year. How could you still be like this? Aren't you afraid of death and don't want to live longer? ?”
The Deer Crown Elf didn't understand why Priest became a little excited.
He just said as usual, very plainly, very calmly: "Technology? What is that? If it is the craftsmanship like your armor, we really want it, so we are willing to pay the price for it."
As for other issues, just follow the steps handed down from your ancestors. "
The Deer Crown Elf slowly buried the coconut shell in his hand into the sand, then stood up and said: "The mother tree stores all the knowledge we need. After you teach us how to forge iron tools, we will use it to Stored in the mother tree. And death is not terrible, it just becomes a new branch of the mother tree, protecting those who are still alive."
The deer crown elf turned his head and looked at Priest.
This was Priest's first serious, comprehensive and detailed observation of the face of the substantial leader of the 'Looker Tribe'.
This is a face that is a little old, and does not look like a young elf who is one or two hundred years old. His appearance is as fair and neutral as that of all elves, but the roots of his long dark green hair have begun to turn black and yellow, which proves that this elf's lifespan is coming to an end. His eyes are a little cloudy and his mouth is tightly pursed. , looking a little serious.
The most eye-catching thing is the eyes of the deer crown elf. He is now looking at Priest, but his eyes are wandering, and his two eyes are even slightly moving in different directions. Moreover, his pupils are white and magical light flashes, making his eyes look not only Godless, even weird.
"Maybe we forgot to tell you."
Facing Priest, who looked obviously wary and seemed ready to leave at any time, the Deer Crown Elf smiled gently, without hostility, tolerantly and indifferently: "The spirit of our Overlooker tribe is linked together through the mother tree. You all. We can clearly know every move you make, and we also know all your attitude towards our people. You are gentle, communicate kindly, deal with things appropriately, have rules, and know good and evil, so the observers think that you are indeed worthy. Trusting humans are not alien monsters.”
"… What?!"
This time, Priest felt truly incredible from the bottom of his heart. He exclaimed: "You...are spiritually connected?!"
To be honest, he had indeed heard that elves did have this ability a long time ago, but after the father of nature became a god - that is, after the birth of the elves and the elven gods in the true sense, this most ancient spiritual communication power Then disappeared into history.
How do these alien elves... still retain such power? !
Facing Priest who seemed to be deep in thought, the Deer Crown Elf grinned and said nothing.
After Priest calmed down, he immediately thought of something. He frowned and said, "So, Sur, is she also here to test my attitude?"
"No."
Having said this, the deer crown elf's voice suddenly became a little cold. He narrowed his eyes slightly and continued: "Suer is my daughter... She was born with defects. I don't know about her conversation with you. It is not a part of testing your attitude."
The deer crown elf's originally fluent words suddenly became jerky and stuttering, and his eyes became indifferent. After a long time, his tone returned to normal: "We can feel the thoughts of each compatriot through the mother tree. Our moods are transmitted to each other and connected, so there will be no conflicts in our group. We are actually a family and share our burdens." All joys and sorrows. Even alien diseases are the same."
"But Sur is different. She was born isolated from the mother tree and cannot communicate with the knowledge stored in the mother tree. Therefore, it takes a long time for us to teach her bit by bit before she can learn the common sense of the clan. And because of this, she always walks away. Run outside and see those meaningless places that our ancestors have been to a long time ago. She always inexplicably wants to go to far away places to see meaningless things. She is completely an outlier in the clan."
"And because of this, without everyone's sharing, Sur was severely eroded by the alien disease."
Having said this, the Deer Crown Elf looked at Priest and said calmly: "It's just like those human beings who disappeared hundreds of years ago. It is absolutely impossible for a being who is not connected to the spirit to resist alien diseases by his own will. - Our ancestors once invited humans to join our spirit, but they were unwilling to do so, saying that there would be no future, but they have disappeared, and we are still living in the 'future'."
"Sons of the Plains, if you are willing to connect with us in spirit, then you will be our compatriots, not just collaborators like you are now, and we will do our best to help you."
"No, thank you, bye."
Priest waved his hand quickly and shook his head to reject the proposal. This did not seem to be beyond the expectations of the deer crown elf. He just nodded and dismissed the topic.
The two of them had left the coast and started walking back along the road in the forest.
"…Phew."
Because he learned too much unexpected news in a short period of time, Priest couldn't help but rub his temples. After calming down for a while, he said: "Alien disease, let's call it that. As far as I know, although the alien disease can indeed resist the erosion through the people's spirit in a short period of time, in the final analysis, this erosion is irreversible. Over time, the alien disease accumulates in the spirit of the entire group, which will cause more problems. For severe outbreaks—how do you address this?”
In fact, the elves' collective will to connect still had a large number of users in the Mycroft continent not long ago, and the psykers in Xishan were the most famous among them.
When the demonic tide came and the world's extraordinary power and technology advanced by leaps and bounds, the psykers of Xishan also developed a peculiar spiritual communication ability. They used some kind of psionic magic or a special magic center to , unite the minds of several or even dozens of people into one, and then fight.
This technique is very effective. With the spirit of unity, everyone's spell casting speed and combat endurance have increased by 30%. They are also very resistant to chaos erosion and even have a certain self-purification ability. If there is slight chaos erosion and mental Contamination will be quickly and thoroughly purified.
But as Priest said, this combination only slows down the erosion of chaos. Except for the top holy light owned by the top leaders of the Church of the Seven Gods, the unique techniques of the legends, and the power of order held by the successors of the sages, there is basically no power that can resist the erosion of chaos. It may not be noticeable at first, but gradually , the entire psychic complex will be corrupted and turned into a carrier of chaos.
The alien elves have been eroded by Chaos for a long time. The spirit of this Unicom should have been corrupted long ago, but they still exist and live well and harmoniously. This is a very incredible thing, so Priest wants to know The reason behind it.
"It's very simple, rely on sacrifice."
Contrary to what Priest thought, the Elf of the Deer Crown revealed the secret behind it without hesitation: "Relying on sacrifices and sacrifices to the Holy Mountain, we can greatly alleviate the erosion of alien diseases."
Later, the Deer Crown Elf revealed the secret of why their clan was able to thrive safely for so long despite the erosion of Chaos.
"Alien disease is a strange disease that spreads both physically and mentally. Every elf will have some root causes of the disease. This is something that cannot be driven away. However, with the power of the mother tree, we can remove most of them. Too many otherworldly diseases in people are passed on to certain people who are powerful enough to carry enough otherworldly diseases."
Having said this, the Antler Elf smiled and said nonchalantly: "For example, a person like me can bear the alien diseases of hundreds of people without turning into alien monsters for the time being."
"Then what?"
Priest couldn't help but ask.
"Then, it's time to go to the Holy Mountain to offer sacrifices."
The deer-crown elf raised his head and motioned Priest to look in the direction of the Akrafa space-time hub. He said calmly: "The Holy Mountain of Sacrifice has a power that can completely and completely purify all alien diseases. Let these excess alien diseases not flow back into the mother tree after the bearer dies. Every one or two hundred years, we will select ten strong men who can bear alien diseases and go to the Holy Mountain to pray to the ancestors."
No, wait, no, this is not a sacrifice at all!
This is not purification at all... this is death.
Exhaling, Priest looked at the deer-crowned elf with a complicated expression. Others didn't know it. How could he not understand after he was almost burned to ashes by the Akrafa hub before
Doesn't the so-called purification mean using an extremely powerful flow of magic energy to completely crush the body and soul into nothingness? ! It's impossible to return to the mother tree! Being hit by that level of magic energy light flow, even the strongest will probably be seriously injured and on the verge of death!
But these elves did this without fear - after a hundred or two hundred years, they sent the most elite and powerful people in the clan to be purified, and the remaining people continued to live peacefully and leisurely without any progress. , nor any changes in life.
They connected each other's spirits, and each could perceive the other's emotions and thoughts. There was no suspicion, no jealousy, no quarrels, and no competition. The elves only need to work for one day and can rest for a week. They live in suitable tropical areas, living in caves with warm winters and cool summers - perfect. For a civilization that has just begun to develop, this is also perfect. It's so flawless, this is a state that none of Mycroft's elves have reached.
Even when they saw the metal armor of the elite team, they did not think of 'researching it themselves'. Instead, they would rather exchange it for a price and then put it in the mother tree for storage, just like squirrels collecting food.
They share their joys, sorrows, joys and knowledge. The technology left by their ancestors allows them to live a happy and safe life, so that this group of elves even has no motivation to progress and no reason to explore far away.
So envious.
So sad.
And just when Priest was talking to the Deer Crown Elf.
Outside the world, there is endless emptiness.
A huge hermit crab-shaped void beast, carrying a semicircular world of stars on its back, slowly traveled in the void.
"The Great Khan, the fourth behemoth discovered a strange world in the dark star field. It originally wanted to pry open a dead world and replenish some materials, but it found that the walls of that world were so strong that it was unimaginable. Even if I try my best, I won’t be able to leave any traces.”
At the bottom of the hive city, the eight-legged fungus with a black carapace respectfully reported to the twisted spiritual void: "What are your instructions on this?"
"... Stay away from that world. Next time you encounter this special world, don't touch it at all."
After waiting for a while, the spiritual void slowly conveyed some information: "This is the Lost Galaxy. The solid world you mentioned may be the sealed world that sealed the ancient monsters. Fortunately, it has not been broken. If it were broken, Damn, what’s waiting for us is definitely not something good.”
"But the subjects need food... We have crossed the long material vacuum layer, and both the giant beasts and the subjects are already hungry..."
The black carapace and eight-legged fungus remained motionless. It maintained a 'respectful' posture and whispered: "The Great Khan..."
"Um."
There was another long silence, and then there was an almost dreamy echo: "Except for those... abnormal ones, outside the world... feel free to eat, whether they are alive or dead, we will eat them all... We We have been patient for too long, we must stock up on food as much as possible before the 'hunters' arrive..."
"This is far from our end. We still have a long, long way to go... Go graze, Kumosinda, my first king of the sky, go graze the stars and make our world... more... Fat and strong…”
The sound disappeared.
The black octagonal fungus did not move.
Tens of minutes later, after confirming that the sound had completely disappeared, it slowly stood up and walked out of the white royal court.
"Kings."
Outside the royal court, there was a team of gray octagonal fungus elites waiting. When the leader team saw the black fungus, they immediately faced it. It bent its jointed limbs: "The instructions of the Great Khan are..."
Kumosinda was silent for a moment. After a while, he said in a tone that was either heavy or joyful: "Eat. Go ahead and eat. My subjects, the Supreme Khan has given permission. We will Let us vent to our heart’s content—go find those living, flesh-and-blood worlds for grazing, and let our world feast on flesh and blood!”
"This galaxy will be our brand new pasture."
At the same time, there was a void outside Mycroft's world.
In some huge silver cocoon.
Joshua's will was in distress.
"Come on a little magic, a little element, a little ether, stir, stir... Tsk, it's mushy."
"Holy light, spiritual power, and then apply a little power of order... Well, it's a little scattered. Add a little power of steel to glue it together, and it will be done."
"Ah, the power of steel is increased!"
"boom!"
In the dazzling prototype of the world, various colors of extraordinary power were tumbling, but as a silver ray of light suddenly enlarged, a small explosion suddenly occurred inside the prototype of the world.
Joshua, who was learning the world-creation techniques of the Fairy Queens and finally restored the prototype of the world to its original state, only then felt deeply that those little ones were unreliable.
"Say, how on earth did those damn little butterflies create Fairyland?!"
Joshua's main will has been thinking about how to create a brand new world in the silver cocoon.
He was not going to imitate the Void Behemoth and shape the world with a grand self-destruction - the warrior was very happy and had no desire to commit suicide at all. He wanted to learn from the goblins, using various steel authorities and elemental powers to start from the demiplane and perfect it into a complete world bit by bit.
Of course, this process is very difficult, and various explosions will often occur due to the incoordination of power. Especially since Joshua wanted to create a prototype of a world that was more perfect than the Fairy Queens, so he added more elements than the elements from the beginning. Many extraordinary power elements.
It's really hard work.
At this moment, Joshua sensed that his incarnation had arrived at the Ten Thousand Worlds Sacrificial Site.
"Indeed, I want to ask the ruling will about Priest and the others."
Joshua looked at the dazzling and flawless crystal of steel power in front of him, a complete prototype of the world, and then shook his head: "Let's do this later."
Even though he could not directly ask questions such as world coordinates in order to prevent the will of the Ten Thousand Realms Sacrifice from shutting down, Joshua, who knew the other party's way of thinking, understood how to communicate with this artificial intelligence.
After all, he has an artificial intelligence at home and has become familiar with it over the years.
As a result, the huge will emerged from the silver cocoon, followed the invisible track, and descended in the direction of the Ten Thousand Worlds Sacrificial Site.
Buzz.
In the Ten Thousand Realms Sacrificial Field, the humanoid Joshua had just used the power of steel to condense his body. Then, his eyes lit up and the pressure became even greater.
"Radcliffe... the successor to the saints."
Sensing Joshua's arrival, the silver sun of the Ten Thousand Realms Sacrificial Ground flashed slightly, and a loud voice could be heard ringing in the heart of the warrior: "Do you want to ask about the current whereabouts of your students? It's a pity. , I lost the database on this."
But Joshua shook his head: "No, I didn't mean to ask about that."
He said loudly in his heart: "Conquering Will, I want you to tell me truthfully, how many years ago is the earliest data that can be traced back in your database?"
In common language, there is no such abbreviation as human, dwarf, or elf in the traditional sense. The root meaning of human is "dweller on the plains", dwarf is "dweller in the mountains", and elves are "dweller in the woods". What humans call themselves human actually means the leader of all spirits, and dwarves and elves also call themselves humans respectively. And just like humans call dwarves "dwarves", dwarves and elves call humans "dwarves" in their respective proverbs. Long limbs and round ears.
There is no useless self-healing setting.
(End of chapter)