Twenty Sided Dice

readx(); Isloris represents New Hope and is the earliest settlement of elves in the New World. They brought the first spell-patterned trees from the Old World, transplanted them here, and multiplied. After countless migrations across the sea, the scale of the Elf Forest has become larger and larger, and finally formed its current appearance.

The elf forest in the early morning is the most beautiful moment. The dawn of the east sprinkles on the sea of ​​trees, forming a spectacle like golden waves. Through the swaying branches, the blue sky washes everyone's tired hearts with pure gem-like colors. The babbling stream is not far from the road, accompanied by the sound of birdsong and leaves, playing the most natural music. Siegel looked around and saw white foam from the hidden bushes. This is a river that never freezes, only spring, summer and autumn, so it is always full of energy.

For the first time, Siegel has seen such a harmonious natural landscape, which is different from the vastness and grandeur of the sea, but can give people the most beautiful feeling. They walked on the forest path, and with the beautiful scenery and refreshing breath, even their footsteps became brisk.

Lumir walked beside Siegel and was very interested in this young human mage. The proportion of wizards in the elves is much higher than in other races, but very few young elves become qualified wizards. They are not as urgency as humans are, frantically seeking strength with their limited lives. In their youth, elegant music, moving poetry and beautiful love are the main components of their lives.

"You are the youngest human mage who came to the Elf Forest." Lumir said, "Shouldn't someone like you study in the mage tower, why are you running around outside?"

"Because the Elven Forest is facing a huge threat." Siegel replied.

"Is this the standard opening remark for all mages?" The elf snorted: "The end of the world seems to happen every day, always discovered by various mages. I remember that before the last Great River Battle, it was also a federation. The mage brought a huge threat message."

"Because it's the truth," Siegel said.

The elf waved his hand and said to Siegel: "The Battle of the Great River is only a ten-month battle, and it is only a short moment in our elves' lives. You are a mage, and you naturally understand this calculation: A big river battle is equivalent to how many days of your human lifespan?"

"Less than a week."

"Then how long will the news you bring this time take? Time will erase everything." The elf's tone was very calm, as if he was a little worried about the threat outside.

Siegel frowned and replied: "Although you have a long life. You can witness the vicissitudes of life and feel that you have enough time to use it. But your death is no different from other races, and it only takes a moment of relaxation to complete." He also said in a calm tone: "I don't know how long it will take for such a moment to be smoothed out by a long time."

Elf Lumir paused for a moment, but then resumed his calm and calm posture. Although he hides it well. But Siegel, who also mastered the steps of the elf, could still detect it. He continued: "If there is no real danger, why would the mage come to the elf forest and be a vicious crow? Why don't we want to live peacefully and peacefully forever like elves, and use the limited time to study the true meaning of life? Maybe you don't care about a year or two of war. But we don't have that long lifespan, so we've become a race that cherishes time more. Because of this, we worry about other people, even if many things don't seem to them. serious."

Siegel finally said: "Caring about others is a kind of goodness, so there are messengers with bad news."

Lumir nodded: "Young mage, your words are very sincere and reflect the wisdom of human beings, but this does not mean that I will believe you, maybe the Moon Temple will have its own judgment."

It was not easy to change the attitude of the captain of the elf side patrol team, and it would be a hundred times more difficult to make the Moon Temple pay attention to him.

Except for a brief conversation. The two of them stopped talking. The caravan behind them slowed everyone's progress, so they reached Isloris when the sun passed overhead and began to sink slightly.

Isloris is located on a small hill. Except for the golden tree "New Hope" at the top of the hill, there are no other tall plants within a kilometer, so it forms an open area. There are various thriving lush grasses and small flowers on the hillside, growing around the "tree of new hope" like a crown guard. At the foot of the hill, low houses of silvery white and emerald green were built, with vines clinging to them, covering the delicate and graceful elf patterns on the walls. This is the building left by the earliest elven pioneers in the New World. Now it is used to communicate with races outside the forest.

People from the South can only advance here, and all commodity transactions must be done here. Others who want to go deeper into the Elf Kingdom, or passers-by who want to travel north through the forest, need to apply to the Border Patrol. Then the priest of the Moon Temple will decide whether or not the application can be approved.

Siegel has made his will. Whether it is the Moon Temple or the Elf "Art Research Institute" - equivalent to the Mage Association, he has applied. "I'm here to warn my elf friends, and I have detailed instructions."

However, he also knew that elves would not respond as fast as humans, and it might take several days for an application to be answered.

During these few days, Siegel had nothing but to wait. Unable to do anything, he simply began to admire the beauty around him.

He set foot on the grassy hills here, and then lay down, surrounded by this eternal springtime nature. Passing through the elf forest outside is like walking through the tunnel of time, crossing the seasons from the early winter to this world full of spring. Even the sun in the sky seemed to be full of power again, a warm light on Siegel's face.

Siegel felt stronger with every breath and breath, as if the air around him was sufficient to provide him with all the energy he needed to survive. This is an area full of fantastic vitality, an eternal commemoration of the moment when the world was created. The elves were born at that moment and witnessed the beginning of everything together with the dragon family. So they spent countless hours and efforts trying to reproduce the splendor of that moment, and the Elf Forest was the achievement of their efforts.

Siegel quietly looked at the scenery around him and listened to the sound of the wind blowing through the trees. Despite the endless beauty of everything around him, and all the colors in sight that were fuller and more vivid than the outside world, Siegel always felt eerie. He listened carefully and observed carefully. There are mottled shadows hidden in the golden leaves. Even in a place full of vitality, in this legendary land without any darkness, mutation and evil disease, there is still a kind of affairs that accompanies life forever.

Flesh and blood must die.

For a moment, Siegel seemed to hear a distant sigh in the woods, the sigh from the beginning of everything, for the decline after glory or the fear of eternal silence?

The Wall of Storms receded, and the new continent revealed was like a new birth, so it was possible for the elves to reproduce the glorious shadow of the moment of creation—even if it was just a poor imitation, Siegel was amazed. But over time, even Isloris gets wiped out, like everything else. The golden leaves will fall, and winter will come here one day. Even if it will come after a thousand years, there is no escape from time.

Thinking of this, Siegel sat up, he just felt uncomfortable. Is all efforts just to turn into dust after all, and only the unconscious elements in the world can last forever? Instead of looking at this beautiful but ultimately false scene, he turned his attention to the busy caravan at the foot of the mountain.

The beauty around them makes them happy, but what makes them laugh in the end is the reward for their efforts. They unload the spices from the open sea, the finely woven silks and fine china; then the fragrant elven wines are placed in transparent glass bottles, carefully stacked in straw-covered chests; harps made by elven artisans can Play the most beautiful music, and the tea picked in the fairy forest is born with the power to nourish life. The merchants were all smiles, and it was a good business that could earn them a good price difference. Although the pursuit of money is a human vice in the eyes of elves, such money can enable the merchant's family to live a better life and gain a sense of security and happiness. For a race with only a few decades to live, safety and well-being are their most important needs.

The birth and death of the world is a grand and distant issue, and the line between life and death is not something Siegel can now cross. Wouldn't it be difficult for even someone as knowledgeable and powerful as the Loremaster Faranis to solve this proposition?

He descended the hills of eternal spring into the joyful and lively crowd. Here, elves and humans converse together and appreciate the beauty of life from all angles. Many things are not as easy to price as spices and satins. For example, there are many elves standing in front of an oil painting from the Kingdom of Stars. They appreciate human artworks with their own aesthetic eyes and draw inspiration from them.

Art works are only exchanged~www.novelmt.com~ There is no sale, so the merchants who bring oil paintings are not in a hurry, nor do they bargain like other merchants. The elf who likes this painting will naturally exchange it for another piece of art, he just needs to thank and accept it, and then take it back to the Starry Kingdom safely. The nobles there have always been chasing after the elf artworks of the New World, and a well-timed auction can make the merchants rich.

Siegel walks from booth to booth to see what's good here. The elves don't set up stalls, but there are people who are stationed in Isloris to hoard elves' items and sell them to the caravans that come. Among them were many half-bloods, or half-elves in the usual sense. The lives of these elves and other races born out of love or passion have become a bridge for the elves to communicate with the outside world. They have human vigor and elven charm, but lack in learning ability and longevity. However, in this area where the two ethnic groups are mixed, they are like a duck to water and have found their own way of life.

Since wizards are more common among elves, half-elves do not fear wizards as much as human merchants. As soon as they heard that the earth element warriors of young mages could last for hours, they immediately searched for it, hoping to get the commodity.

"Dear Mage." A handsome half-elf youth stood in front of Siegel and saluted him gracefully: "I wonder if I can tell if your earth element warriors are for sale?" (To be continued.)