Brian withdrew his gaze from the pages, frowned and fell into deep thought.

This passage seems to record the truth about the demise of Mess Zorno.

The most important thing is that before the disaster occurred in Mess Zhuono, the prophet of the Tower of Wind Song, Dakasan had predicted what was going to happen in advance.

However, when Dakasan made this prophecy in parliament, he did not gain the trust of these noble elves. Instead, he kept the secret to it in order to prevent panic caused by the "rumor".

Despite this, some elves chose to believe that although they could not know where the threat to Mess Zhuono came from, in order to prevent accidents, many magical items and precious classics were transported to a safe place in advance.

After learning a bit about Mis Zorno, Brian turned his attention to another light and smooth nickel silver page that has been dyed and etched:

They called it a war of weeping, and there was indeed sufficient reason, because many noble and proud people died in this war, and everything they had fought for for a long time disappeared.

Once upon a time, we lived in harmony with this land.

But such an ideal life was shattered into ashes by the terrible demons who invaded us, and the beasts and dark minions who served them.

I can't imagine the loss of this wooded paradise in Cormanso. I think back to all the residents who live there - Alruen, Amera, Mariel, Mutrell, Oslier, Pullin, Sarastair, Taradras... and more, but I can no longer list them one by one, because tears have long prevented me from calculating it.

Immersed in anger, despair, and sorrow, some survivors turn to the darkest things and cast spells that we have been rebuked by us in the good years.

I have witnessed Inleidra Oluenper blasphemed himself with dark spells, negotiating with dark existences, and submitting his flesh and blood to their filthy caresses in exchange for weapons that are enough to destroy the enemy.

When I condemn her what she did, she told me that revenge is now her only purpose of survival.

In the name of all the love she has taken away, if she destroyed enough enemies and saved the rest of the inhabitants of the Faren, what would matter no matter how seriously polluted she is now?

I was speechless to her at that time, and now I am the same.

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After a long silence, Brian withdrew his gaze and nodded thoughtfully.

Obviously these are plots that he has never encountered in the game world, which can also allow him to roughly understand the demise of Mis Zhuono and the crying war he called.

"Sorry, I accidentally disturbed your sleep." Brian murmured to himself, carefully putting the sad page on the table in front of the bones, and then bowed to it with a little sincerity to express his respect.

Then, he walked out of the secret room without looking back.

The ruins of Mess Zhuono on the surface are still silent like a deserted tomb, and all living things are corrupt and festering in this desolate ruin.

The elves and ghosts wandered alone in the dusk, as if they were singing farewell in the sunset melancholy. They stared at each other, as if they were saying goodbye to each other in different ways.

Looking at the desolate scenes in front of him, Brian sighed slightly and thought to himself: I wonder if these countless wandering elves will have a chance to return to the Elf Kingdom Avando in the future and re-enter the arms of Corilon Larisian.

He shook his head slightly, no longer thought about it, reached out and put on the hood behind the cloak, completely hid his face in the shadow, and then continued to walk towards the depths of the ruins like a ghost.

When Brian quietly passed through the strange forest of foggy, he suddenly saw a spiritual crow flapping his wings and flew over from afar and landing on the branches beside him.

The crow, with its glittering black feathers, looked at Brian with humanized eyes, and said with a slightly hoarse voice, "Sir, you are looking for a lost tree, are you?"

When Brian heard this, he was slightly stunned, wondering how this guy knew his purpose.

He secretly suppressed his doubts, smiled at the crow, and said, "Yes, a beautiful bard told me that he had lost a tree and asked him to help retrieve it."

"You are so lucky to praise Goddess Taimora." The crow said cheering, "I happened to see that tree stolen by someone, and it was hidden in a hunting hut not far ahead."

"Thank you for your advice, I will go and find it myself." Brian was slightly stunned, and said as if he looked at the bird deeply.

"Go, sir." The crow flapped his wings and flew into the air, staring at Brian condescendingly, and said to him in profound words, "Remember, Mis Zorno is a place full of secrets, and when you don't know, some secrets can be killed."

As soon as the words were finished, it turned into a smog and dissipated into the air.

"What surges in the air is the power of shadows." Looking at the crow's disappearance, Brian instantly felt the power of fluctuation with his powerful perception of magic.

"Is it Ms. Lost?" He couldn't help but guess, "If Ms. Lost, what explanation would be given to the orc corpse in the ruins?"

"Forget it, don't worry, just check it out yourself, won't you know." Brian shook his head slightly and made up his mind secretly.

His strength has reached a medium-level legend and he also has many ways to save his life.

Even if he falls into the enemy's trap, unless he is a high-level legend or a god incarnation, he can say with great confidence that he can definitely come and go freely.

After all, for him, this is already the only clue he has at the moment. If he gives up because of fear, he will likely waste a lot of his time re-exploring.

Then, he stopped wasting time and walked straight towards the direction the crow guided him.

The bird did not seem to be lying. After a moment, Brian saw a building made of stone within his sight.

He also speculated that this was definitely an exquisite hunting hut. Unfortunately, as time passed, the west side of the hut grew wildly due to the trees that were too close to the wall, occupying its space, resulting in collapse. There was only a mossy oak double door, which seemed to be the only way to enter.

Brian was about to release his detective magic to investigate the surrounding environment, and suddenly the sound of wild beasts roaring suddenly sounded around him.

At the same time, the crow that had just guided Brian's clues also appeared in mid-air in a surging smoke.

It flapped its wings and looked at Brian on the ground disdainfully, mocking:

"Silly human, I have told you that some secrets can be killed, but you dare to go there without your own ability. Since you are so unafraid of death, let the believers of the Beast Lord accompany you for fun."

After the crow finished speaking, he was about to turn into smoke and disappear, but suddenly noticed that Brian stared at him coldly. Its expression changed and he was about to scream, but unfortunately it was too late. His whole body was instantly wrapped in a ball of flowing crystals and fell to the ground.
Chapter completed!