After Miss Heron wiped away some tears from the corners of her eyes, her mood gradually stabilized.
"Sorry, I made you laugh." She suddenly felt a little embarrassed and covered her cheek with her hands.
"No, it's like listening to a very distant story, which makes people feel nostalgic and curious." Lorraine Hill shook his head.
In the era hundreds of years ago, the 'Warm Oak' faction had great power in the North, but this scene did not last forever.
After the death of Lorraine, the witch faction lost its backbone, and coupled with the fighting among the northern countries, the "Warm Oak" was also divided into several factions. This was the case until the rise of the Green Kingdom.
With the expansion of the Verdant Kingdom's army, various small countries in the north gradually fell. Then the survivors of Everdark Island returned. They helped the Verdant Empire remove the last obstacle in the north, and were therefore accepted by the empire and became a member of the empire. member.
Then there are the stories and legends of the northern nobles headed by the Treay family who marched south. These remnants of the Mercury Dynasty were good at necromantic secrets and military strategy. They made many contributions to the expansion of the empire, and their fiefdoms also expanded. As time went by, the emperor finally made the Trey family the guardians of the North, the Raven Dukes, and the fiefdoms of many Yongdark Island survivors were also concentrated in the North.
During this process, the survivors of Everdark Island naturally brought with them past necromancers and some witches from the necromancy sequence.
For the descendants of the Mercury Dynasty, those who use the natural sequence are basically from the elves, so it is hard to say what they like. And these new northern nobles no longer need the services of the "warm oak" witches. Natural , the 'Warm Oak' faction gradually declined, and no one has heard of it anymore.
"Ms. Gray Crow is a powerful witch. Under her leadership, the black-feathered witches are cold and wise. Gradually no one wanted the witches in our group, and then there were fewer and fewer." Miss Heron. Recalling the history Grandma Avona told her.
"The witch seemed to be very hateful last night? Why is that?" Lorraine Hill thought of the scene at that time. Logically speaking, the 'Warm Oak' should not pose a threat to them.
"This... is probably due to some historical reasons." Miss Heron looked at the table in front of her and smoothed her hair.
"In that era when the survivors of Everdark Island had just logged in and returned to the mainland, how do you think the people in the north would view them, would they welcome them or reject them?"
"This... I guess I don't want to see it." Lorraine Hill thought of historical records. After the disintegration of the Mercury Dynasty, many necromancer families were persecuted. After the disintegration, many famous families in the dynasty also disappeared. In that chaotic era.
"Well, I really didn't want to see it, so a lot of conflicts broke out from the beginning. In the early days, the northern countries had the upper hand. It was not until the Verdant Empire accepted and united these survivors of Everdark Island that the situation gradually reversed."
"During this period, many wars took place. Our witches from 'Warm Oak' were naturally supporters of the local original forces, so we also fought against those Black Feather witches many times, and the two sides formed a hatred."
"So that's it." Lorraine Hill sighed.
"Sorry, it's not a wonderful story. In fact, I heard a lot of things from Grandma Avina. There are many incomplete and immature places. Too much knowledge and secrets in our faction have been lost." He Miss Lun was a little embarrassed and talked to Lorraine Hill about the content of her story.
"No, I actually learned a lot of hidden history." The girl shook her head.
Afterwards, Lorraine Hill stood up and said goodbye to Heron for the time being.
"I will probably leave tomorrow afternoon. If you want to know anything, you can continue to come to me." Heron said goodbye to the girl.
"Afternoon? I understand." The girl nodded, then slowly left with the doll in her arms and walked down the stairs.
After leaving the Atsugi Hotel, it was almost noon, which is also the warmest time of the day.
Many people on the street will open their doors at this time for ventilation, and then sit at the door to bask in the sun, chat, or do some simple handicrafts.
Walking on the street, Lorraine Hill rarely felt the lively scene in the northern town. There were obviously many more pedestrians on the street, and the market was also full of various hawking sounds.
Thinking of bringing some food to Luna who would get up later, Lorraine Hill did not go back directly, but continued walking on the street to see if there were any snack or gourmet shops.
However, Jackdaw Harbor is, after all, a remote place in the north. There are not many rich people here, and there are also few snack shops. The girl walked for a long time without finding it.
Finally, Lorraine Hill's footsteps stopped in front of a grilled fish restaurant that smelled of smoke and fragrance.
Smelling the aroma wafting from the tip of her nose, which was mixed with pine wood and spices, and slightly spicy, the girl felt a little hungry.
Let's fill ourselves up first and then talk.
Just like that, Lorraine Hill walked into this hot grilled fish restaurant.
Unexpectedly, she saw several elves sitting and dining among a group of locals, even Charlie among them.
"Jia Lan is here too, would you like to come over for some food~" The elf girl held up the grilled fish pieces with wooden skewers in her hand and waved to Lorraine Hill.
It seems there is no escape.
Lorraine Hill blinked, walked over in small steps, and sat down next to Charlie.
This is a shed built in the open air, and many people are sitting here. There are charcoal grills in front of the tables of several elves, as well as fish pieces with fragrant smell on them.
"Hello, Miss Jialan~" Several elves were very happy to see Lorraine Hill. After all, this person was the only human in the envoy and had attracted everyone's attention very early.
"Hello everyone, I hope I haven't disturbed you." Lorraine Hill said a little embarrassed.
"Ah haha, it's okay. In fact, more people will make you happier. We elves are not that rigid and withdrawn." One of the elf scholars adjusted his glasses and replied with a smile.
Among these elves, there are scholars in robes, bards with feather hats, powerful swordsmen, and outstanding students like Xia Li who are accompanying the group. It can be said that they cover a wide range of areas.
"Miss Jialan went out shopping today, which is really rare. Is this doll also newly bought?" An elf looked at the doll in the girl's arms curiously.
With silver hair, exquisite black, blue and white clothes, and a smooth and soft appearance, even an inexperienced person can tell that this doll is carefully crafted and valuable.
"No, I actually made this myself, I just didn't take it out before." The girl shook her head.
"Wow, that's amazing, Jia Lan." Xia Li looked at this silver-haired and black-dressed doll with stars in her eyes. It was obvious that she was very interested.
"Can I hug her? I really want to try." Charlie said and opened her arms.
"Well, it depends on whether she agrees or not." Lorraine Hill looked at Charlie, touched his chin with his finger, and replied thoughtfully.
How about introducing Yin Xue to everyone at this time? If Yin Xue is here, this trip to the ice elves will probably go much smoother.
"No, I don't want to be hugged by anyone other than Jia Lan." As he said that, the doll in his arms suddenly came to life and started talking, surprising the people around him.
"This...could it be a ghost leaning over?" Soon an elf scholar came to his senses and made a correct guess.
"Yes, she is also a good friend of mine. This is the body I made specially for her." Lorraine Hill lifted Yin Xue up and let her stand on his knees.
When the girl introduced it, the doll was also looking at the elves at the table, seeming to be looking for something. Its crystal-encrusted eyes were moving and beautiful.
"That's it, you can call me Yin Xue." Lowering her eyes slightly disappointed, the doll lady bowed politely.
"It's so powerful, so powerful...even more powerful than Grandpa Glansha's invention." Charlie covered her face and was speechless in surprise.
"It's a very powerful ghost, able to maintain such sanity and sobriety." Even though these elves were unable to clearly see Yin Xue's strength for the time being, they were vaguely aware that this person was extraordinary.
"I'm very curious as to how Miss Jialan met this friend. We elves all live in the forest, and many elves have never seen the dead in their lives."
"This, it's going to be a long story again, let's talk about it next time." Lorraine Hill blinked his eyes, trying to be cute, as if Irene had talked to her a few days ago.
"Ah haha, actually we are rude." Several elves were not surprised and expressed their understanding.
Afterwards, Lorraine Hill sat here, eating grilled and browned fish in a lively open-air shop.
The charcoal fire licks the fish skin and meat, making it slightly charred and rolled, and the salt particles melt in it, and then exudes bursts of fragrance.
Eating grilled fish and drinking the local warm milk wine, Lorraine Hill gradually became familiar with these elves.
"Do you know anything about the history of the North?" When he was about to eat, Lorraine Hill suddenly remembered to ask the elves in the Emerald Forest.
"We have a general understanding. Has Miss Jialan become curious about this town?" An elf scholar turned his attention.
"Due to the past rule of the two kings, the Emerald Forest contains all copies of the Imperial Library, so it is not difficult for the elves to access the past history of the empire."
This is true. Lorraine Hill suddenly realized that in the past, the forest elves were actually half the masters of the empire. They knew many things as a matter of course. Moreover, they lived long and had enough time to study in detail, so their historical records were excellent.
"I seemed to have met a witch from the north yesterday, and I suddenly became curious about them."
"That's right. Indeed, witches can only be seen in the north now." The elf scholar replied thoughtfully.
"Miss Jialan, do you want to know the history of witches?"
"Yes and no, I just became interested in the witch school in the north." She knew a lot about the Mercury Dynasty, but Lorraine Hill knew relatively little about the history of the early Third Age.
"The school of witches in the north is naturally headed by Lady Gray Crow, Her Highness Ge Jialide..."
"In the distant past, I seem to have heard of another school of thought named after oak."
"'Warm Oak'? Almost no one has mentioned this name now. I didn't expect Miss Jialan could still hear it." As he said this, the scholar also put down the cup in his hand and began to speak slowly.
"This school of thought was indeed popular in the North, but due to the early death of the witch, subsequent developments gradually separated and slowly declined."
"But if we really want to talk about the reason, I'm afraid it has to do with the ideals of Her Highness the Witch. Such ideas were eventually rejected by both humans and elves, so they died silently."
"I'm afraid Miss Jialan doesn't know how unique the witch's idea was at that time. It was almost to create a new model between humans and elves, using forests and trees as the foundation to build a world in the forest.
An independent country.”
"If an ordinary person thought like this, others would just laugh at his wishful thinking, but that witch has such power that she can really realize this idea."
The scholar slowly told another side of history, which was a completely different crazy story from Miss Herron's.
The Crying Oak Witch, Rowling Rilla.
She hates frost, hates wind and snow, and only likes warm scenes. Under her leadership, the forest is covered with long tree root tracks, and large beasts pull long log-like vehicles on the tracks at high speeds.
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These long carts hewn from hard oak carried dark coal through various villages and towns in the forest, and then delivered the supplies.
The dark cinders and charcoal blocks were ignited in the tree house, and the dark red fire ignited, bringing bursts of warmth.
In almost every village and town, there are black witches holding long staffs. They are good at two types of magic: fire and trees. Under their command and guidance, tall oak tree houses are built in the forest one after another, and then for
Tree root tracks are connected.
With the help of tracks and long log cars in the forest, the 'Warm Oak' witch school has influenced and controlled more and more places in the north, touching almost every corner.
The originally cold and uninhabitable place, with the support of charcoal fires and the protection of tree houses, began to become inhabited. They dug mines, dug underground, and planted airtight oak forests, which were dark woods that even light could not penetrate.
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Under the protection of such a ring of tree walls, the wind and snow are blocked out, making it a little more pleasant.
So gathering points began to be established one after another, and the newly built villages and towns naturally completely obeyed the "Warm Oak" school of thought and gradually separated from the hands of the nobles.
The royal power began to be corroded. Except for the big cities and ports, the kings in the north were gradually ousted by the witches.
The witches imparted their knowledge in such oak circles and gradually became the spiritual and practical leaders of the local people. They no longer knew the king and the world outside, only the witches and witches in the forest.
In the snow-covered, dark and deep forest, these residents began to live another closed and simple life. They did not have to worry about or think about their plans and livelihood for the year. The witches would direct everything.
The outside world is not beautiful. Everything is only inside the warm tree house. There is no need to go out and expose yourself to the cruel cold wind and snow.
Don’t worry, every month the snow-covered gray-haired boar will pull a long cart, bringing simple and endless black charcoal, and the witches manage everything wisely.
The woods are good, the oak is sacred, the witch is benevolent, and everyone lives a simple and happy life like this.
If only it could stay like this.
"A few years later, those kings and nobles could no longer bear this situation and launched a war. On the surface, it was a war between various countries. In fact, it was a name for conquering and retaking over the various villages and towns below."
"In order to get rid of the local residents' superstition about witches, the captured witches were tied to wooden frames and burned to death by the soldiers as a warning."
"After the death of Rowling Rilla, the conflict between the 'Warm Oak' school and the royal power became more and more serious, and they fought several wars. Finally, under the influence of external factors, they made peace again and sat together."
"So, it is not without reason that this school of thought came into being and disappeared so quickly in history." After the scholar finished briefly telling the story, he picked up the warm milk wine next to him and took a soothing sip, feeling a myriad of emotions.