The gray-black clouds seemed to be infected by lead, and the sea area from the Naumann Sea to the edge of the Eternal Ocean was shrouded in an unspeakable silence.
This is the calm before the heavy rain and the prelude to summer.
It has the same name as the Eternal Silence Ocean, because of the super giant psychic field that covers the entire Eternal Silence Ocean. Except for possible storms in coastal areas, this ocean will not produce any typhoons and storms that are common in other sea areas. There is only one
A steady sea breeze, and a silent heavy rain falling quietly, as if covering the whole world.
But in contrast, the Everlasting Ocean itself has an extremely complex ocean current system.
The huge potential power of the planet's heat cycle is wrapped in the water body of the ocean, silted and transformed, and turned into nutrients for life. Therefore, the entire Everlasting Ocean is a paradise for marine life, and the deep sea of the Everlasting Ocean has become a complex
A super giant maze in which countless ocean monsters live and protect the core of the deep sea.
Labyrinths. Labyrinths exist in every area of Terra.
Any area that is difficult to explore its core, cannot understand its operating principle, and contains huge treasures inside will be called a maze.
Since the Skyfall disaster, the seeds of the labyrinth have been scattered all over the world, almost everywhere. They have become a channel for humans to study the technology of pre-era civilizations, a mine for obtaining key materials, a pastoral area for breeding high-quality monsters, and a key to production.
The place where elixirs are grown.
Adventurers rely on it to exist. Countless wild ascendants rise or fall because of the maze. Even the rise and fall of a country may be related to the maze. One of the great forces of Terra, the Junling Castle in Northern Xinjiang, is from
After obtaining the legendary Apocalypse Arms in the labyrinth, it was able to become independent from the behemoth Setal Empire and become a big country with a famous name among other countries.
Hundreds of years of coexistence and development have gradually made the Labyrinth a very important, even core, part of Terran civilization.
Some scholars even believe that the entire planet Terra itself is a huge maze, and that existing humans are just 'maze species' living in a huge cage called the 'Maze of Terra'.
The Terran people of the pre-epochal civilization had a completely different existence.
Only when humans leave Terra and stand from a perspective overlooking Terra, will humans know what kind of complex and exquisite maze they are in.
The elf Gravi Scarleaf disagrees with the argument that Terra is a giant labyrinth.
But after being away from his hometown for fifty years, when he looked at his hometown far away from the empire of Canaan Moore, he suddenly realized that he was indeed in an extremely huge maze.
The labyrinth called Elven Society.
This labyrinth is exquisite and complex, full of mysteries and terrifying crises. It can take lives at any time but can also provide incredible wealth. Everything the adventurer wants is in it.
yes.
Only when you leave the maze can you see its true appearance.
But now, he has to go back there...back to the maze that suffocates him.
Return to hometown.
The gray clouds were suppressed and rolled, and the air was filled with a moist atmosphere. The old elf with red hair and blue eyes stood beside the side of the Siren, staring at the distant sea in the east. I don't know when it started to rain in the sky.
Rain and rolling lead clouds quietly release their accumulated moisture, setting off boundless wrinkles and ripples on the surface of the Everlasting Ocean.
The wind blows from west to east, and the sails of the Siren are blowing. Although it is an extremely advanced alchemy ship, it also has a part of the wind structure in order to cope with Terra's complex and changeable ocean environment.
The sound of the sail rolling rolled past my ears, causing the long red hair to flap against my cheeks and blow in the direction of Canaan Moore.
"home……"
The elf with long hair and beard stroked his long beard. He looked at the sea covered in rain in front of him, and a sarcastic smile appeared on his face because of this word.
For Grave Feiye, what exactly is his hometown? Is it the play and fights with his childhood sweethearts in his childhood, or the sweet wind blowing from the red maple forests all over the mountains and plains of his hometown?
These are all too far away.
Fifty years after leaving Canaan Moore, Gravi has lived in the Setar Empire for much longer than in his hometown. In fact, his status in the empire is higher than that in his hometown, and his speech, behavior and behavioral logic are more logical.
Like the Imperials.
Fifty years have turned this young elite who was originally loyal and lurking in the empire into an old man full of doubts and resentments towards his hometown.
Over the past fifty years, the two countries, which were originally wary of each other, have become so inseparable that they have even entered into strategic alliances with each other.
The two sides even exchanged part of their spy lists with each other, allowing some of the other side's spies to return safely and conducting targeted cooperation on these projects.
The project Gravi was lurking in was one of them. The elf stretched out his hand and touched his cheek. No matter how much he took care of it, even if he was an ascendant, he was already eighty-five years old and starting to enter old age.
Wrinkles began to appear, and the project he had been lurking his whole life was betrayed by his own people and turned into a "chip" for the two countries to show their good will openly and honestly.
So what is the meaning of his fifty years of dedication and self-sacrifice?
Has he been like a clown for most of his life?
Elf.
In ancient legends, elves are an almost immortal race, a race that is long-lived, elegant, artistic and dexterous.
They are synonymous with beauty and strength, the darlings of nature, and the sons of the forest.
But in fact, elves are no different from humans.
Elves are dexterous, have advantages in psychic abilities, and have fast neurological reactions, but the people of the plains also have their own abilities.
Whether it is the spiritual talent of the white people, the regional adaptability of the gold people, or the strong body of the iron people, none of them are inferior to the talents of the elves.
Moreover, the lifespan of elves does not have any advantage... Maybe it was a little different before the disaster of Skyfall, but after the disaster of Skyfall, elves are essentially just ordinary people descended from the adult species of 'Terra Humans'.
Just a big branch.
Therefore, fifty years is an extremely long time for elves.
Gravet was once severely damaged by a biological virus due to his experiments. His lifespan is not long anymore, and the mission he persisted in throughout his life has become a joke. If his life ends like this, I am afraid that he will only have to leave a mark on his epitaph.
The next one is blank.
It's not that there's nothing to write about, it's that if I did, it would be like a joke.
So he had to do something.
It was not for the motherland. His motherland, Canaan Moore, betrayed him. Although he understood that the struggle and alliance between the two countries was like this, the enthusiasm in his heart had become weak and cold.
Not for his family. Fifty years later, when he was lurking, he left with the feeling that he was already dead. His parents had passed away long ago, and everyone else, whether it was the girl from his hometown or his friends, had already married.
Maybe the woman doesn’t remember herself.
Just for yourself.
Gravi closed his eyes. The master of biological alchemy and the great scholar Gravi Feiye immersed his heart in his research.
For fifty years, he has been relying on this method to survive the endless long dark nights of loneliness, using pure academics to soothe his doubtful and wavering heart.
Just for yourself.
Just an explanation for my dream.
At this moment, scenes from the past emerged in Grave's mind. When his teacher in Canaan Moore, Master Dimoka, showed him his incredible research, he was shocked from the depths of his heart.
and yearning.
The teacher's face, burning with blazing ambition and endless thirst for knowledge, overlapped with the face that later became incompetent and full of regret due to aging. His last instructions still echo in my ears to this day.
"Gravi... remember, our research... is for all elves."
Grave, who was only in his thirties at the time, had a face burning with blazing ambition and endless thirst for knowledge. He was exactly the same as his teacher. He listened to the other's teachings and clenched his fists: "We are here to enable all elves to become true elves.
Fight for the 'elf'!"
——Eternal life, keenness, beauty, elegance...not the mediocre elf like now, but a truly perfect elf, just like the elf in the story and legend!
"But the most studied in this regard are the Empire and the City of Learning...Bring them back. Bring the future back, bring us back to our homeland!"
open one's eyes.
The old red-haired elf is not as old as when his teacher died of illness, but he is already showing signs of decline.
He indeed fulfilled the teacher's obsession.
He brought back the 'treasure' that the empire had been studying...even if it was only part of it.
This is the reason why Gravi is dissatisfied with his motherland and his hometown. The MPs and bureaucrats of Canaan Moore are too cautious and too old-fashioned. Their research so far has been limited to Warcraft and experimenters, far from the Empire.
The House of Gnosis and the House of Truth are as efficient and radical as they come. It is not due to humanitarian concerns. Gravi knows very well that the reason why the House of Lords cannot make a decision is precisely because the political system of the elves determines that they contain each other, no matter where they are.
If one party wants to make breakthrough research progress, it will be blocked and suppressed by the other party.
This is also the reason why my teacher struggled all his life for Canaan Moore and wasted his whole life without getting the final result. The political system of the elves is destined to end up holding each other back.
Yes, the Parliament will not make the worst choice, and will not usher in unimaginable and huge turbulence like the Dark Moon Rebellion like the Empire, but this has also turned Canaan Moore into a stagnant backwater.
It’s not that the elves are not as smart as the Empire people, it’s not that they don’t have the same talented researchers as the Empire people, and it’s not that they don’t have a mature talent training system.
The backwardness of the elves is only due to the internal social structure.
Just because of politics.
Too stupid, too closed-minded. The old man couldn't help but sigh.
The things I saw and the things I learned from the Spiritual Knowledge Academy all reflected the ignorance and slowness of Canaan Moore. The Imperial people indeed dared to open up, and it was worthy of the Lost Era to expand from a city to a hegemon that dominated half of the continent.
Even in decline, the interior is still exploring the frontier.
Grave still remembers what he saw at the headquarters of the Gnostic Academy when he arrived in the Imperial Capital, a majestic city that was no less impressive than the Capital of the World Tree. It was like a mountain and a sea, filled with millions of people in the entire building.
The classics, research materials, and detailed explanations with pictures and texts made my young self feel dizzy at the time.
If you want to learn all this and get the knowledge that can help the elves in the future, it will probably take an endless amount of time... Knowledge has no limits, but human cognition does. Gravi has been studying in secret for fifty years, and finally got it.
A few simple conclusions.
"Life is not limited to form...the soul is not limited to state."
The old elf whispered to himself, reciting the core conclusion he had obtained through years of research: "Not just the elves, but all life on Terra can evolve again...reorganize and re-enact from the most fundamental origin,
Become a more perfect life.”
"But this process is too otherworldly and contrary to human ethics. Even the Academy of Spiritual Knowledge cannot continue to go deeper... In other words, they have found the part they want, and what I want is still deeper."
Yes.
The reason why Grave made up his mind to return to Canaan Moore was not for his motherland or his family.
If he is willing, he who has become a master alchemist will be accepted by any country. There is no need to go back in despair as a discovered spy. Instead, he will be welcomed and stayed by the empire more grandly.
The reason why Gravi decided to return to his country was because he knew that if he stayed in the empire, he would have no chance to continue his crazy research.
In this case, it is better to return to Canaan Moore, under the pretext of continuing research, open a laboratory openly and then conduct secret underground experiments... In this era of good relations between the two countries, his embarrassing identity will make him marginalized
characters, but this is the best result.
What's more... he brought back that 'treasure'.
The remains of the ancient thing that started many subjects and experiments in the Gnostic Institute... Although it is only a part of it, for that kind of creature, a part is equal to complete.
As long as he has it, even if he is alone, Glawe firmly believes that he can continue his research!
"Old sir..." The cautious voice of the ship attendant came from behind: "The Siren has detected the migration of a large number of Warcraft clusters not far away. It may speed up and evade, and there may be some bumps..."
"If it is not necessary, please return to the cabin."
The Siren is a diplomatic ship designed by Canaan Moore at the fleet flagship level. It is equipped with a large number of weapons. Even if it is attacked by a swarm of Warcraft, it will not suffer any losses. The captain is a strong man of the third level. It is said that he once held a candle.
Which is even more reassuring.
But if possible, there is no need to fight a group of wild beasts. The ship is full of distinguished guests from Canaan Moore, and everyone must be received with the most solemn etiquette, so naturally one must be cautious.
"Um."
Grave straightened his collar, responded with a calm response, and then prepared to return to the cabin.
When passing through the corridor inside the ship, you can still vaguely hear the whispers of complaints among the sailors.
"It's impossible for monsters to migrate on this route, right?"
"The monsters are not stupid. If they were stupid, all of them would have died a long time ago. This time it doesn't feel normal."
"Anyway, be ready for battle."
Glawe didn't pay too much attention to these exchanges. The old man also passed by a young white-haired scholar. He subconsciously raised his head and glanced at the other person, and secretly praised him in his heart. Then he thought about his own past and couldn't help feeling a little sad.
——He was also a very well-known handsome boy back then, with countless suitors. However, his originally prosperous life was dedicated to the motherland, but it ended like this...
He shook his head and left.
But the white-haired young man stopped, frowned slightly, and looked at the old man's back.
"Super bioerosion?"
Ian frowned, his eyes lit up with silver-blue light, and he looked at Gravet, and also looked through the layers of steel to the corner of the Siren's cabin.
The young man thought to himself: "Is this old bachelor related to the scary thing in the cabin?"
"At first, I thought the Siren looked ordinary. In fact, both it and the people inside have unique skills and unique characteristics..."