From then on,
No one sang in the storm.
It was like a scene described in an elven poem. Even the fairies, who had always been carefree, finally fell into a dead silence.
Bright spots of light appeared on the surface of the sea, but it was not the light of the birth of life, but the light of destruction. No one sang anymore. The fairies silently watched their home struggle under the final doom.
But it was to no avail.
The entire shallow sea was being swallowed up by the huge vortex that almost filled the entire field of vision and was being dragged into the abyss bit by bit.
The shallow sea would become history after this day.
Everyone understood this.
People turned their eyes to Miss Tata Talamus Thumb, the Protector of the Frozen Sea. After the Elven Lord left this world, the true master of the shallow sea.
Tata did not say a word.
Such a scene of despair was reflected in her eyes. Her pale fingers gripped the side of the ship so tightly that they almost sank into the wood.
"Miss Tillyas."
The Elder of the Mist spoke with a heavy tone.
"No need to say anymore, teacher. I understand."
But before he could speak, Tata had already refused. She turned around and shook her head at her teacher. Then she turned her gaze to the short and fat Tyrmosian behind her.
"Elder Kaap …"
"Lord Sage."
"I'll leave the ship to you …"
"Lord …"
Tata shook her head at him, indicating that he did not need to speak.
"If you see Mr. Brando next time, please give him the Leaf Crown's bloodline on my behalf."
Elder Capt paused for a moment before nodding solemnly.
"Thank you …"
She spoke softly.
… …
"Miss Lysmeka, Miss Kaya, what do you think that is?"
In the hills of Anzeruta, Haruz suddenly pointed to the sky and shouted.
When the last golden raindrop hit the ground, the sky suddenly darkened. There was no longer any starlight or moonlight in the pitch-black night sky. It was so dark that it was like a curtain. This darkness enveloped the entire world. Even the burning flames in the wilderness seemed to have dimmed.
At first, people could still see a ray of golden light in the sky, but in the end, even this last ray of light dissipated, leaving only endless darkness and depth on the earth.
The singing of the Lionfolk stopped.
The chirping of the nightingale and the flapping of the insect's wings also disappeared.
The nearby forest and the distant hills could no longer be seen. In front of him was a pitch-black darkness.
The entire world seemed to have sunk into a boundless silence.
Then, a dazzling light bloomed in the sky.
It was a silver net-like object. It first flashed in the sky of Vaunte, then disintegrated into each other, like the intense light that burst forth when a new star was born, and then shattered into countless silver spots of light, falling like a silver meteor shower.
This spectacular scene was reflected in the eyes of everyone who was on the hill at this moment.
Its solemn and stirring beauty shocked everyone present.
"That's …" Lysmeka almost trembled when she saw this scene.
"Tiamat Law." Kaya's voice was both indifferent and awed. "The first level of the magic network has collapsed. The cornerstone of the World of Elements has been shaken …"
"War."
"It has descended …"
Specks of light fell from the sky.
Haruz saw that the dark sky suddenly caved in slightly, and then a bright door of light opened in it. Then, his eyes reflected countless shining ships — all kinds of ships, with colorful streams of light, escaped from the door of light.
Like countless insects scrambling to escape from their homes …
Some of these ships turned into flames in midair and disappeared completely after a dazzling flash. Some fell straight to the ground and turned into fireballs. Some of them were lucky enough to escape, and they fled in all directions in panic.
"What … is that?" he asked blankly.
"The inhabitants of the shallow sea," Kaya replied calmly as she looked at this scene. "The shallow sea has disappeared."
Lysmeka suddenly clenched the necklace in her hand.
Her palms were sweaty, and she was a little frightened for a moment. She wondered if she had made the right choice. The inhabitants of the shallow sea could still escape, but what if one day Wohnde also disappeared?
Then where could the people of Martha escape to?
She did not speak.
Haruz could not make the slightest sound.
The dark elf girl just watched quietly and did not seem to intend to comment.
Suddenly, a brighter flash lit up in the distant sky. It came from the Cloak Bay, the Sea of Stars, Ninephoenix, and the border of the Lubic Kingdom.
These flashes were slightly different from the flashes of the collapse of the Tiamat Law. They were more dazzling, but obviously more fragmented.
Like the light of fireflies.
Little by little, they gradually lit up.
"The floating city of the Bugas —"
This time, Haruz finally recognized it.
Naioqi slowly fell to the ground amidst the bright flames. The Lines of Law that kept it moving became more dazzling than the sun, but after a short moment of dazzling light, they completely shattered into pieces and dissipated in the air.
The City of Silver finally could no longer maintain its pride. It burned, and flames emerged from all parts of the city. Finally, in a terrible roar like the wail of a giant beast, the city fell apart in midair, turned into a burning fireball, and fell into the dark sea.
One thousand five hundred Silver Descendants, noble Sorcerers, and their descendants witnessed this tragic scene from the reefs of Silver Cove.
The last pride of the Silver Folk, the last glory left behind by the era of the gods, finally came to an end after a thousand years.
The Weave at the bottom of the Tiamat Law had collapsed, and the Elemental World was no more.
The Silver Folk could no longer indulge in their dream of ruling the sky.
"Why —"
Someone's angry roar came from the wind.
"Are we responsible for the ignorance of the mortals?"
The leader of the Silver Folk.
The supreme of the twelve wizard leaders, Solomon stood in the wind and rain in his robe. His silver robe had long been soaked by the rain, and he silently watched the last light on the sea.
It was the last embers of an era.
But it was extinguished in the end.
The sound of the wind came from the sea, and a black shadow suddenly appeared in that direction. It was countless dragons flapping their wings. They raised their heads, swayed their huge bodies, and flew in one direction.
These noble creatures did not stop for a moment because of Naioch's fall. Their eyes only briefly swept across the land, and then quickly crossed the strait and flew in one direction.
All the Silver Folk watched this scene in silence. They slowly turned their heads and looked in that direction as the dragons flew across the sky.
It was the other end of Saint-ausol, the hinterland of the Cruz Empire, the Wilderness of the Four Territories.
Only Solomon lowered his head and looked at his palm.
The rain drenched his pale palms, and the veins that were supposed to be silver had now dimmed. He used his fingernail to cut a hole in his finger.
Bright red blood blended into the rainy night.
The Law disappeared.
Magic also disappeared with the wind.
… …
XVII:THESTAR
The Silver Folk were lost on the land, walking forward in the darkness and ignorance.
… …
'Kacha —'
The end of the silver shuttle-like spear was shaking up and down due to the excessive force. Looking forward along the streamlined body of the spear, the shuttle-shaped spear blade was piercing through the chest of a strange crystal creature. Through the web-like cracks, the crystal creature was nailed to the wall on one side of the arcade.
The huge crystal cluster struggled for a moment, and the red light in its eyes finally dimmed. It lowered its head and stopped moving.
Medissa's expression did not change as she watched this scene.
The blood of the Silver Elves flowed with their memories of martial arts and battle experience, as if it was engraved in the depths of every cell. At the very least, very few people would be able to tell from the outside that this seemingly weak Elven Princess could burst forth with such powerful battle strength from within her frail body.
At least the palace butler was stunned.
He sat there in a daze, his face covered in blood. It was as if he had seen the most unbelievable scene — in the previous fight, that extremely terrifying monster was actually nailed to the wall with only one move.
Metisha stood still for a few seconds, then walked over, reached out to grab the end of the spear, and pulled out her spear bit by bit.
The crystal cluster's body slid down from the wall.
But the moment it landed, the red light in its eyes suddenly burst out. Two sickle-like arms sprang out like springs, stabbing at Metisha from left and right.
The speed was shockingly fast —
"Be careful —" The butler shouted nervously.
But the spear in Metisha's hand was faster than his voice.
The moment the crystal cluster that pretended to be dead counterattacked, it found that the tip of Metisha's spear was already pointed at its chin. If it had a little wisdom, it should know that the other party was waiting there.
Unfortunately, it didn't.
So what greeted it was a crisp cracking sound. The spear pierced through its lower jaw, and the crystal shards fell one after another. Then, the blade of the spear pierced through its brain and central nervous system, cutting its spine in half, and then pierced out of its skull.
A ray of bright silver light was revealed.
The crystal cluster raised its head unnaturally, and its head was pierced by Metisha's spear.
It twitched, and its movements came to an abrupt stop.
The two sickles stopped less than two centimeters away from the Silver Elven princess's face.
Metisha tilted her head.
…
(PS: A book friend came, went out to eat and came back very late to write. Fortunately, I finished writing, drunk. Also, it's the 22nd, begging for some monthly votes. Friends, for the sake of the party and the country, give Brother Bear a hand.)
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