"No, you're not Rose." Malourcha raised his head and stared at the fairy who was floating in the air not far away with eyes that seemed to be covered with a layer of ice.
The latter was so lazy that it seemed like she would never wake up. Her eyes were calm, as if there was a deep lake in them. They were dark blue with a hint of green. They were completely different from the lively and curious eyes of the other fairies. She always gave people a feeling of calmness and indifference.
She heard Malourcha's words and bowed to him gracefully. "I am Tata Talamus Thumb, the protector of the ice fairies. Rose is my sister, Mr. Malourcha."
As she spoke, the north wind was blowing from the top of the tent. Snowflakes fell from the gaps and disappeared on the ground.
"You're Rose's sister!" Malourcha said in surprise. "Rose, she …"
"The fairies' lives are short and long. Rose's life has already continued in this world in another way. Birth and death, the cycle of life is endless. This is the will of the shallow sea." Tata looked at Fiath, who had wrapped her mane around herself and was looking at her curiously with her head tilted. The pair of emerald blue eyes on her face shone like gems. It was exactly the same as her sister's eyes when she looked at her a thousand years ago. The latter was always so innocent and lively, full of curiosity about everything in the world.
She nodded slightly and said, "But I still have to thank you for taking care of her. I can feel her attachment to you, Mr. Malourcha."
Malourcha lowered his head and scratched the ice with his hooves. He seemed a little excited.
It took Brendel some time to figure out what had happened between Miyas and Marlowe. He couldn't help but think back to the Sacred Forest in the darkness. It was as silent as winter, and the branches of ice and snow spread silently. There was no sign of life, but there was a noble life that was willing to risk its life to protect it.
It was because the memory of a little fairy named Rose was buried there.
It was silent under the snow. Although time flew by, its memories of the past often became clearer.
There seemed to be a low voice singing in the wind. The fairies were singing in a low voice.
"Don't feel sad for the dead, for life is endless."
"Don't cry for the dead, for new sprouts will always grow on the rotten soil."
"After the end of all things, comes the new birth of the world."
"Traveler, please go on, the whispers in the wind accompany you and me …"
Brando looked at the fairy lady in silence. He believed that this very unique fairy lady had not led them here to confirm news of her sister. The appearance of the Elven Queen of the Ring of the World and the Sage Eleranta's projections explained many things.
This was an unexpected meeting, and the key was why he was the protagonist of this meeting.
Furthermore, the lifespan of fairies was short (Of course, Light Fairies with Elemental Rank like Tanya were an exception), but from the description of this Fairy lady, she should have lived for thousands of years. Even as the Light Fairies with the longest lifespan, this was outrageous, not to mention that she wasn't one.
Brendel could not help but think of Eleranta. As a mortal, this sage had obviously lived for too long.
...............
. Brando turned his head to look at White Mist on his shoulder and saw that the latter was frowning slightly.
He looked at the fairy lady again. Tata's expression was still indifferent, as if she would not take the initiative to speak if he did not speak. Brando had to ask softly, "Miss Tilyas, are you the one who wants to see me? Are you the Sage of the Port of Everwinter? "
Tata spoke softly. Her voice was ethereal and calm, as if it could soothe the anxiety and uneasiness in people's hearts. "I am the protector of Quelinthi. I came here a thousand years ago because of an agreement with Sir Odin. After Master Manlin left, I am the only sage here."
"Quelinthi is in the south of the shallow sea. That is the home of fairies, Mr. Brando." She added.
"You know me?"
Brando immediately realized that he had asked a silly question.
Sure enough, she looked at the Elven Queen and did not answer. Unlike the other fairies, she did not seem to like to talk. She was so quiet that it made people curious.
Brando frowned again and asked, "What is the agreement between you and the Dark Dragon? Can the Sage of the Tirmosi people also be non-Tyrmosi? "
White Mist on his shoulder answered his question. She replied softly, "The most important thing is the inheritance, but very few sprites will become wise ones …" Her words were self-evident. With the sprites' cheerful personalities, it was obvious that no one would think that they were reliable.
Even Lady Tanya, whom he met among the Bugas, was full of all kinds of mischief ideas.
But this fairy lady in front of him was clearly different. Just by standing there, she gave people a different feeling. It was as if she was a thick book, quietly opening its pages for people to read. Her calm and calm eyes revealed the aura of knowledge and wisdom.
"Lady Tirlyas is the Blessed of the Crystal. Her memories include one-third of the knowledge in the World Library. In fact, she is not only the Sage of the Port of Everwinter, but also an omniscient Sage of the entire Tirmosi world." The Elven Queen's projection smiled and explained to Brando.
Brando hurriedly nodded at her, but then he saw a little girl poking her head out from behind the Elven Queen. She grabbed her mother's skirt with one hand and pressed her lower eyelid with the other, making a face at Brando.
"Hypocrite, you betrayed me!" The naughty little princess angrily shouted.
"Emily!" The Elven Queen could no longer maintain her dignity. She angrily scolded the future Princess White, which was now the nickname of the naughty little princess, and angrily chased her to the back. "Go back to your room. Guards, take the princess away!"
Brando's forehead was immediately covered in cold sweat.
But what really affected his mood was not the naughty little elf, but the Elven Queen's words.
He could not help but take a few more glances at the quiet fairy lady. The World Library was the treasure trove of knowledge in Ebabel Fortress. After the Tower of Babel fell apart, the knowledge and inheritance in it were completely lost on the earth. For thousands of years, some people might occasionally find a word or two in it, and the knowledge they obtained would be unprecedented, and they could even build a new civilization on the earth.
Tuman had only obtained the inheritance of the elemental circle from a fragment of the war slate, and thus established the modern magic system. He could be said to be the mentor of all elementalists and wizards, but the knowledge he had was not worth mentioning in the era when Babel Tower still existed in the modern world.
But now someone told him that there was still someone in this world who had one-third of the knowledge in the treasure vault.
And the person who held the key to the knowledge vault was, in his impression, an individual of the fairy race who was not very smart — an ice fairy.
When he looked at the fairy lady again, it was as if he was looking at a library floating in the air. This library was probably more majestic than the White Tower of the Silver Bugas. It included all the knowledge and inheritance on the earth today.
It was even more than that.
"I recognize you." White Mist suddenly jumped down from Brando's shoulder at this time. She landed on the ground and looked up at the others.
White Mist stared at Miss Tata Tilyas Thumbs and muttered to herself, "You are the Holy One."
The fairy lady nodded quietly. "I am one of the Seven Holy Ones, Madam Mosachesis White Mist, one of the Ancient Saints of the Witches."
"I don't remember that clearly," White Mist replied. "Let me think, you are Elanta. Who are you?"
"In that era, I was called Laya." The Elven Queen replied.
"It's you. You are the daughter of the Great Druid of the past." White Mist looked at her with sparkling eyes. "I recognize you."
The Elven Queen smiled and nodded. "I swear to witness everything." She said.
"I also bear witness to everything for him." The fairy lady also spoke in an ethereal and calm tone.
"And I bear witness to everything for Wohnde." Lastly, it was Eleranta. This sage's voice was deep and deep. It was very neutral, but it didn't make people feel uncomfortable.
White Mist looked at them. "Three Holy Ones, the Seven Holy Ones have reappeared. Only the Bugas, the Dragon, the Silver Elf, and that person are missing. So you are here for me?"
Elanta nodded.
Brando frowned slightly. He looked at White Mist and realized that the protagonist of this meeting was actually the latter. But it was not surprising that Elanta knew White Mist. They were from the same era.
It was just that the conversation between the four of them made him feel like he was falling into a fog.
He had also heard of the name of the Holy Ones before. That was in a certain background of the game.
Legend has it that the Sage Elanta kept an agreement with Gretel and Fanzin and walked the earth for a long time, guarding the covenant made by the mortals in the War of the Holy Ones – the Sacred Oath.
She was the Holy Ones, which was why she was immortal.
But there was also a period of investigation about what the Holy Ones were, but most of it was unresolved. Brando once thought that it was a special state of perfect body until some people unearthed some remnants of the War Slate from under the ruins of Faeran.
The inscription on the slate mentioned an incomplete fragment of the Holy Ones. It described a passage: The Key of the Mortal World, the Lock of the Clock.
Players speculated based on the inscription and some documents that it should be a metaphor for something like 'clockwork' because there was a similar fragment in the Pale Poem.
But before he transmigrated, that was all there was to the investigation.
However, Brando did not ask and just listened silently. He knew that now was not the time to interrupt. The Sage, the Fairy, and the Elven Queen were obviously not talking to him.
Bai Wu silently glanced at the others. "You know?"
"We knew from the moment the Dragon Queen Gwendolyn entered the Elemental World. Miss Tillyas also found clues from her knowledge," the Elven Queen replied.
"The Tree Herders deceived all of us. This is the negligence of the Holy Ones. That is why we came to you for help," Elanta also said.
Brando could not help but look at White Mist. He did not expect the Sage to ask her for help.
White Mist looked around at everyone and replied, "It's not your fault. After all, only a few people know the true identity of the baby girl. However, the Circle of Ashes has been planning for this for thousands of years. Perhaps they will succeed …"
"She can't succeed," the Fairy replied calmly, "Although Gwendolyn deceived everyone, she can't deceive the Twilight Dragon. Odin has already seen all of this."
"If that's the case, why did he make a promise with you for a thousand years?" White Mist stared at them and asked.
Elanta was silent for a long time.
Then she slowly said, "Because he has been waiting for that person, the destined person in the Pale Poem's prophecy, but that person still failed …"
The Fairy waited for the Sage to finish before continuing, "The Twilight Dragon's will in the baby girl's body is a conspiracy. The Circle of Ashes did not find any relevant words in the documents of the Sage. They may have been deceived. Mr. Odin has long suspected that this is the reason why the ancient council did not execute the baby girl. Unfortunately, he did not have time to reopen the Truth Council … "
The White Mist looked steadily at her, and at Elanta.
"If it weren't for you, this wouldn't have happened …"
"The War of the Holy Saints was instigated by Mr. Odin. The Flaming Blade, the Sacred Wind Empress, the four holy artifacts, were all given to us by him," Elanta replied softly, "The prophet in the Valley of the Holy Saints was Teacher Tumen, wasn't it?"
"…"
"Because he is a fool."
"Mr. Odin is not ignorant, because he knows that the power of the gods has declined. If the level of order in Wohnde is not reduced, the Twilight will come."
White Mist jumped up as if she had been pricked by a needle. She stared at Elanta uneasily, "You know?"
"I have a thousand years to remember, and I will always remember those sad memories," Elanta replied slowly.
"Mr. Odin stood guard for us for the last thousand years. Now that the gods have long left, the mortals will have to rely on themselves to save themselves." She looked at White Mist as if looking at a time in the past.
There were many riddles in that time, but they had all been solved one by one.
"You want to stop Gwendolyn? Stop the Twilight from coming? "White Mist asked," Do you know what Odin paid for this? "
The Elven Queen was silent.
Elanta nodded, "The mortals are not ready for the final battle. We must not let the Twilight Dragon come early. This is Mr. Odin's will."
"But have you ever thought," White Mist asked, "After you die, everything about the past may be completely lost, and the mortals will never have a chance to return to that era."
"But sometimes, some people have no choice."
"Like him?"
"Like Mr. Odin," Elanta replied.
"Well," White Mist nodded, "I admit that sometimes the world does need some fools, but now my ability is limited. You have to come up with a plan yourselves. What are you going to do?"
"The Wise Ones and I cannot enter the Elemental Plane. Once we enter the Elemental Plane, the Dragon Queen Gwendolyn will immediately notice," the Elven Queen replied, "We need someone to bring the keystone into the Elemental Plane."
"Who, this Faerie Lady?" White Mist shook her head, "She can't. She can't pass through the Mountain of Quenching Storms. You'd better find a Tyrmosian to go with me."
"A Tyrmosian will not enter the Mountain of Quenching Storms," the Faerie Lady replied, "Actually, we have already found a good candidate."
"Who?" White Mist asked.
Elanta, the Faerie Lady, and the Elven Queen turned their heads at the same time.
Brando frowned as he pondered over the meaning of these words, but suddenly he felt the eyes of the three ladies fall on him.
"… Eh?"
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