The color-resistant scroll in the form of golden beech has been stolen.
Brian finally grasped the point of the problem from the divine words of the elf ghost.
Upon hearing this unexpected news, he couldn't help but frown.
Although his purpose here this time was mainly to find the traces of the "Prophet of the Earth", Asindo, when he learned that he had the opportunity to get another complete set of color-resistant scrolls, he still had a hint of expectation in his heart.
Now it seems that the little abacus in my mind is likely to be disappointed.
After all, it can be judged from the words of the Elf Ghost that this color-resistant scroll had been stolen at least half a year ago.
What happened half a year ago?
Half a year ago, in order to repair the Magic Net, he and Ilsai Vili, the female leader of the Elf Expeditionary Force, were trapped in the Magic Net Realm, buying time for Storm and Xinbu to repair it, and jointly resist the trick of Larock trying to control the Beno Lich.
Beno Lich?
Could it be...
When talking about Beno Lich, Brian was stunned, and his clear brain suddenly realized something.
In the elves' society, transforming oneself into a lich means permanently cutting off the ties with the kingdom of God, Avando, and they will swear to stay in the material world for life, serve the interests of the elves, and forever abandon the opportunity to return to the kingdom of God.
Therefore, the elves who become Beno Lich will undoubtedly be extremely respected by their tribe members, and they are called: Supreme Guard.
If there are the most Beno Lichs in some places, it must be Mis Zorno, the capital of the once-Elf Empire.
Brian's battle in the Magic Net World, but he witnessed Ralok's forced summoning Mis Zorno's Beno Lich to the Magic Net World through some powerful secret technique.
This indirectly caused some forbidden areas of Mis Zorno, such as the empty defense of the Tower of Wind Song, and the departure of Slinxi, who is the guardian of the ruins, is likely to give the enemy an opportunity to take advantage of.
At that time, Brian doubted whether the enemy would take advantage of the opportunity of Mis Zhuono's defense to steal another legendary set of color-resistant scrolls.
But at that time he was not sure whether Mis Zhuono's Tower of Wind Song had a real color-resistant scroll, so he didn't take it much.
Now it seems that this matter seems to be very close to what he guessed. Not only did Mis Zhuonuo have a color-resistant scroll that he was drooling in, but he was really stolen by someone this opportunity.
Brian didn't think this was a coincidence. If it weren't for a coincidence, it would make him unbelievably discover that the conspiracy of Ms. Lost Sal to target the magic goddess Mistera and trying to completely replace the magic network is too long-term.
It's just one link after another, without giving people too much chance to breathe.
Now at the junction of Cormier and Sambiya, Hirozawa has created a dead demon area that is ready to cover the entire swamp, and sent ghost assassin to seriously injure the strongest thug of the Magic Goddess to escape to Batto Hell, and then joined forces with the Dark Trade Network and the Drow Elves to make trouble in Shadow Valley.
Little did they know that the chaos in Shadow Valley was only implemented to cover up the world of the magic net.
The adventure in the Magic Net Realm seems to be a great victory for Brian and others, but it is not difficult to find out that the loss of the color-resistant scroll is lost.
The conspiracy in the Magic Net Realm and the extremely fast time flow rate are more like delaying the elected magic goddesses such as Slinxi.
Of course, for the Lost Lady's Church, it is naturally the best if it is really successful. If the plan of the Magic Net Realm fails, it doesn't matter, because they have taken this opportunity to obtain the color-resistant scroll stored in the Tower of Wind Song.
But the only thing that Brian doesn't understand is what is the purpose of the people in Shar's church getting the color-resistant scroll?
He had a premonition that this action of Shar Church was probably even more terrifying than Hirozawa and Shadow Valley, and it was more like preparing to make a desperate bet.
After all, the ghost princes who fully support Ms. Lost have already died one after another, and even the floating city of Sacross is buried with them.
The power of the church located in Sambiya was suppressed by the female commander Mirabeta, so she couldn't raise her head. In other words, Ms. Lost has little power left in the material world.
If she fails to succeed this time, she is likely to be able to take the opportunity to restore more divine power by her other destiny enemy, Su Lun, the goddess of the moon.
Light and darkness, one rises and the other falls.
If Sulun's power is strengthened, it means that Shahr's power will be weakened accordingly.
After figuring out the general ins and outs of the problem, Brian no longer struggled with the loss of the color-resistant scroll, and he didn't feel any loss in his heart.
Although the color-resistant scroll is precious, it has to be seen. This color-resistant scroll was stolen by the elves from the hands of the Naserel people. It would rather be sealed in the form of golden beech wood for decades, but no one would want to check it out. If there was nothing wrong with it, he would not believe it even if he was beaten to death.
He looked at the elf ghost who was still sitting on the stone and asked curiously, "Since this very special tree has been lost for almost half a year, why haven't you found someone to help you find it?"
By carefully observing the ground, he could find that some extremely inconspicuous footprints left by him, there were also others who had come here, but there were only steps forward here, without turning back.
Of course, it can also be considered that these explorers released their teleportation spells and left the place or died in it after they gained nothing.
"I don't know." The Elf Ghost shook his head in confusion, "I don't know anything. I only know that the tree is very special. It is lost. A man in green clothes approached me and told me sadly that I would sing this story to everyone who wants to listen."
Brian looked at the confused elf ghost, with a few confusion in his eyes and said, "Please be honest, as far as I know, every dead elf will return to the Kingdom of Avando, why is your soul stuck here?"
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They have no connection with their original existence and are destined to exist forever in the world. They can only return to rest until they fulfill the strongest wishes left before their lifetime. Otherwise, their only ending will be the destruction of their souls and then eventually be completely forgotten.
But the elf ghost in front of him gave Brian a very strange feeling.
This feeling is like the other party does not wake up naturally, but uses some dark ritual to directly peel off the product of the soul from the body of the living.
The divine elf ghost faced Brian's inquiry. He glanced at Brian in confusion, then stopped talking, turned around silently, and his illusory figure disappeared deep in the forest as if drifting in the wind.
Looking at the strange behavior of the elf ghost, Brian's instinctive intuition told himself that the other party wanted to express should be following him.
He looked up at the place where the elf ghost disappeared, and it was along the way from the Tower of Wind Song, so he stood there and thought for a moment, followed the ghost's footsteps and walked over.
Following the trail of the Elf Ghost, Brian appears in a misty wood.
The black shadows of the tree were hidden in the deep darkness, and were covered with a layer of fog. The giant-like oak trees appeared gloomy in the mist, the trunks were close to each other, extremely tight, and the branches were twisted like claws.
It is very quiet and there is a breath of death.
The giant tower-like oak tree disappeared upwards in the thick gray fog. The withered and black canopy covered the sky and the sun, and only the dead gray light was seeped. The black puddles were scattered on the muddy road like dark mirrors.
The forest is silent, as quiet as a deserted tomb.
As Brian continued to move forward, you could feel the mist that oozed out of the woods, swallowing the road behind him bit by bit.
Soon, in an impassable withered forest ahead, he saw a towering arch that grew twisted by trees, which looked hazy due to the mist.
On both sides of the arch, there are two decaying ancient war trees, standing on both sides fully armed, withering and breaking due to the corruption force, and lying quietly in the weeds at feet.
Everything here greets Brian, only silence and silence.
When he passed through the arch, what appeared in his sight was a gray world, and the bright sunshine could not penetrate the thick fog of the sky.
And in this world like the dead, Brian saw many elves and ghosts appearing. They didn't seem to know that they were dead and were still repeating the things they had before their lives, as if everything seemed peaceful and solemn.
The elves here look like magic apprentices of the Tower of Wind Song, wearing uniform uniforms, strolling through corrupt muddy alleys, focusing on reading large books and sheepskin scrolls, or lying on withered grass to discuss their respective magic assignments.
Instead of disturbing the atmosphere here, Brian performed a "dead ignorance" on himself, and walked through groups of elves and ghosts, heading towards the depths of this university park-like area.
As he expected, he found a huge library in the depths of the ‘park’, surrounded by withered and corrupt vines.
As can be seen from the blackened walls of the library being eroded by negative energy, this used to be a tall white tower shining brightly in the sun.
Just as Brian was about to go to the library, he smelled a trace of death in the cold air.
He looked stunned, followed the smell of rottenness and soon found a boar corpse half hidden in the bushes.
This is a beastly man.
The evil aura of rotten flesh lingered in the air, and the stiff mouth of the dead boar man, which was opening and closing, was making intermittent groans, and his swollen and rotten arms and claws were slid on the ground, crawling with difficulty.
Brian looked thoughtfully at the corpse of the wild boar that was slowly transformed under the erosion of negative energy. After careful observation, in addition to finding many deep scars on his almost rotten face, he also saw traces of the beast's claws on his arms.
This made him realize that the believers of the hunting god Mala and the Black Blood people were likely to have used some means to get involved here.
The fatal wound of the wild boar man was on his neck, and was cut open with an extremely sharp sword blade, and he died instantly.
Brian stood there and thought for a moment, ignoring the corpse for the time being, but waved in the direction of the library, used magic to clear out the vines from the gate, and stepped into the library full of decay.
In his opinion, if you want to understand the situation here, there is no more suitable library than the elves who have left behind.
In this musty-smelling library hall, Brian saw built-in floor-standing bookshelf arranged on all four walls, and several rows of independent bookshelf, occupying the center.
When Brian walked to the middle of the bookshelf, he suddenly discovered that there was a sunken rune similar to the wind song ring in his hand.
He looked moved and immediately took out the ring and pressed it against the sunken rune.
"Boom!"
A magical light flashed by, accompanied by loud noises, the bookshelf began to shake slightly, and then it went down like snow dust.
In just a moment, a step leading to the underground was presented to Brian.
Regarding this unexpected discovery, Brian did not go in as soon as possible, but carefully passed the detection magic and after confirming that it was correct, he walked down the steps carefully.
The steps were short, and after walking only a dozen floors, Brian arrived at the end.
Presented before him was a very simple room with only a desk and chair, on which was placed a yellowed book and a thin and smooth nickel-silver page with dyed and etched treatments, filled with dense elves.
On the chair, there was a skeleton dressed in a library administrator. The owner of this skeleton had long died with the destruction of Mis Zorno. You can still see along the place where the bones of his arm fell, and a quill that had not yet decayed fell on the ground.
Out of courtesy, Brian saluted slightly to the bone lying on the chair, and carefully walked over to the table, reached out to the yellowed page, and carefully read the elf text on it:
The initial prophecies and signs of the destruction of Mess Zorno came from the prophet Dakasan, the Tower of Wind Song.
He told the elders of the Tower of Wind Song about these horrible signs, but the latter kept secrets from the public in order to prevent panic.
Due to distrust and party struggles within the Elf Court, this news is also kept secret from the parliament, because no one can determine where the threat to Mess Zhuono came from.
In order to prevent accidents, the elves of the Light Flame Sect and the Tower of Wind Song began to secretly transport magical items and classics to a safe place.
Many of them were sent to the trusted tribe members in Yinyue City.
Chapter completed!