The history of the High Elves could be divided into several stages: the Ancient Age, the Glorious Age, the Civil War, and the New Age. The dividing point between the Middle Age and the Glorious Age was when the first Phoenix King, Alarion, died in battle, but he successfully expelled the Chaos Demons and established the Great Maelstrom. The Glorious Age was when the second Phoenix King, Beo Shannar, was on the throne. The Elven Empire and the dwarves were the rulers of the world. At that time, the Elven colonies were spread all over the world.
The dividing point between the Glorious Age and the Civil War was when the Elven Empire was divided into the High Elves, the Dark Elves, and the Wood Elves. This story has been mentioned before, so it won't be repeated here.
The dividing point between the Civil War and the New Age was when the current Phoenix King, Finnuba, traveled to the Old World. The High Elves adjusted their national policy and chose to re-establish diplomatic relations with the humans and re-establish trade with the Old World.
"The story of the Boor King Moville started from the Poet King, Isis, and the story of the Poet King Moville started from the Brave King, Kaldor II." Tegris said calmly, "You must know this part of history. The Brave King, Kaldor II, was beheaded by the Dwarf King, Gaultrec Shatterstar, because of his stupidity and recklessness. The Phoenix King's crown was kept in the Eternity Peak since then."
"Next, let me tell you a part of history. When Kaldor II died in battle, all the Elven Princes in the Phoenix King's Court knew that Ossouin was facing a huge crisis at that time. They needed a powerful Phoenix King, so Tasiris from the Kaldor Kingdom was chosen as the Phoenix King. He established a standing army system, and with the help of an unprecedentedly large army and the Kaldor Dragon, Tasiris spent hundreds of years annihilating all the remaining Dark Elves in Ossouin. He was cruel and decisive. Every time he conquered a Dark Elven city, he would order a massacre. Even Assur himself felt that his actions were too cruel, so he was nicknamed the Butcher King."
"…" Before Laing could say anything, Olica, who was standing behind him, snorted disdainfully, but she didn't refute him.
"Tesiris finally annihilated the main force of the dark elves at the Withered Islands. Originally, it was a great opportunity to attack Nagaros and completely eliminate the dark elves, but Tesiris ordered the army to come to the Cain Swordaltar. He dug out the dragon armor of the first Phoenix King Alarion and returned it to his descendants. Then he ordered the army to disperse. He wanted to be alone at the Cain Swordaltar."
"Tesiris died. There are two versions of how he died. One is that he dismissed all the White Lion Guards and wanted to see the Sword of Cain up close, but he was killed by the assassins of the dark elves. The other is that he tried to pull out the Sword of Cain, but the White Lion Guards didn't allow this and killed him. In short, he died. With the death of Tesiris, the army chose to return after losing their leader, and the dark elves escaped."
"After the death of Tesiris, the King Selection Committee chose the archmage Bel Kohadris from the Kingdom of Safre. At this time, the whole of Ossouin was devastated because of the years of war, and the population was greatly reduced. Bel Kohadris chose to give up attacking Nagaros, and the dark elves were temporarily unable to attack Ossouin, so he focused his energy on maintaining law and order and rebuilding the city. After hundreds of years of hard work, the population of Azur recovered, and the economy prospered again. Kohadris didn't relax his military. He regularly held monster hunts and martial arts competitions to ensure the combat power of the elven nobles. At the same time, his greatest contribution was to exhaust all his energy and wealth to build the Tower of Horus, and he passed away peacefully when the Tower of Horus was built.
Tegris finished the story of the previous Phoenix King in a tone of infinite nostalgia and sadness, and then his tone gradually turned to disdain and disdain. "Then there is the poet king, Isis."
"Isis was also the prince of Safre. Rarely, he took over a peaceful and prosperous Ossouin. Isis was not a king who liked war and expansion. On the contrary, the Phoenix King loved poetry, painting, sculpture, and opera. During this time, the Phoenix King's court gradually became a large-scale art gathering place. A few centuries ago, an Azur noble might have needed to use his sword, wisdom, or magic to prove himself, but now they only need to use sweet words or just the right amount of flattery to make the Phoenix King happy, and they can get their place in the court."
"With the prevalence of pleasure, Isis thought that Azur no longer needed so many troops, so he ordered a large-scale reduction in the size of the army and navy, and used military funds to build more courtyards, theaters, and support more craftsmen, poets, and painters. The Cult of Joy began to spread among the nobles again, and Azur gradually became lazy and addicted to pleasure, losing the spirit and motivation to forge ahead."
"… Pfft …" Laing could not help but laugh. It seemed that the history of the elves was the same as that of the humans, a cyclical process. "I can understand. In a comfortable environment, people gradually became lax."
"That's right." Tegris nodded. "What's worse is that from this period, due to extreme isolation and self-isolation, after nearly a thousand years of prosperity, the social vitality of Ossouin began to gradually decline, and the fertility rate continued to decline. Many towns and manors began to be abandoned, and even the densely populated cities began to lose their former glory and began to become empty. The rule of Isis aroused the concern of many nobles. After repeated investigations, the Horus Magic Swordsmen finally found out that the prime minister of the Phoenix King was actually a dark elf spy. At the moment when the lie and the truth were exposed, the prime minister used a poisonous dagger to pierce Isis's heart."
"Hmm, how is it? The supreme mage of the White Tower, Duruqi, gave you a gift. Are you surprised? Are you surprised? " Olica asked. Hearing this, the dark elf felt so comfortable that she wanted to lean into her master's arms. "Do you like it?"
Tegris's dead fish eyes glanced at the dark elf. He was still expressionless. "Next, it was the Boor King, Moville. The Sunfire Amulet was lost in his hands."
"The Boor King, Moville, was chosen as the next Phoenix King in the chaos. The reason he was chosen as the Phoenix King was not because of his excellent leadership and governance, but because he was the Horus Magic Swordsman who discovered the dark elf spy. In the chaotic political situation at that time, with the corruption of the Cult of Joy spreading everywhere, Moville was considered to be one of the few who could prove that he was pure. Therefore, the King Selection Committee eventually chose him."
"As soon as Moville took office, in order to consolidate his authority, he immediately decided to launch a war against the dark elves. An Asur fleet sailed towards Nagaros, but was then surrounded and slaughtered by the dark elves. After more than a thousand years of recuperation, the dark elves are now unprecedentedly powerful."
"Under the rule of the Poet King, the high elves' military strength was at the lowest point in history. Their military equipment was lax, and they had not heard of war for a long time. The dark elves seized this opportunity and launched a large-scale attack on Ossouin. Asur was defeated consecutively, and the dark elves' attack was barely stopped until they reached the Griffin Gate. At this time, Ossouin was in a great crisis."
"However, Moville wasn't an excellent commander. He kept losing the war against the dark elves until the Griffin Gate was in danger under the attack of the dark elves. He was also constantly tortured by the nightmares of his failures, the curses of Asuryan, and his tensed nerves. With no other choice, Moville used the authority of the Phoenix King to forcefully implement a new policy — the compulsory military service. He required every elf on Ossuan Island to take out a small portion of their time every year to serve in the military. They also had to prepare their own weapons."
"Relying on the compulsory military service, Asur finally organized a huge army, and under the leadership of Moville's most trusted friend and advisor, Prince Menzies of Kaldor, they finally defeated the dark elf army. However, Menzies died in the battle, and his most trusted friend and advisor unfortunately died in the battle. In the end, Moville's will was completely crushed. The Boor King, who was extremely tired of the world, finally lost the strength to live. He walked into the sacred fire of Asur and turned into ashes."
Laing nodded in silence.
The decline of the elite was actually not surprising. The Butcher King, Taisiris, focused on the war during his reign, which depleted a large number of people. The Scholar King, Bell Kohadris, focused on restoring production, rebuilding the city, and revitalizing the economy, which also created a large number of jobs.
By the time the Poet King ascended to the throne, the entire society had in fact fallen into a state of involuntary decline. There was nothing to do, and there was no need for so many people to work. Naturally, the number of jobs was greatly reduced. The Poet King, Aesir, concentrated all the resources of the country in the field of art and construction, resulting in far fewer jobs than the working population. This led to structural unemployment. The elite's social welfare was good, and their living conditions were comfortable. Under such circumstances, the fertility rate naturally plummeted.
According to many practices that Laing had seen at this time, in order to prevent social regression, the rulers at this time would introduce a large number of people and expand outward to ensure that the society would not decline. However, those were the elites, arrogant to the bone. They would rather slowly decline and even walk on the road of destruction than let other lowly races join them.
And now, the revival and prosperity of the elites was thanks to Finnuba, the Navigator King, opening up the trade of the entire old world. Now, Ossouin's prosperity, economy, and population recovery were mostly maintained by trade. Of course, humans were obsessed with the luxury of the elites, strength, and elegance. Ossouin became prosperous again, and Lothar became the world's number one trading port.
"The Yang Fire Amulet was lost during Moville's time. Moville gave the Yang Fire Amulet to his son, Alavel, but after Alavel left Lothar on a ship, he encountered a shipwreck … or something else, and was buried at the bottom of the sea."
After a long history, Tegris paused for a moment, and then he continued, "That's all I can tell you. Due to Moville's early experience as a secret agent of the Horus Magic Swordsman, he, who was depressed and tortured by nightmares, did not tell anyone where Alavel went. And after he entered the sacred fire of Asoyan for the second time and turned into ashes, perhaps no one knows where the Yang Fire Amulet went."
"Can't it be through divination or prophecy?" Laing frowned, and he tried to ask.
"If divination and prophecy were useful, we wouldn't have lost the Yang Fire Amulet for thousands of years." Tegris was still calm. "But if this is what Lilith wants, I mean, if you must get the Yang Fire Amulet no matter what, then there is another way."
"What other way?" Laing leaned back in the armchair. Angelo had told Laing about the Yang Fire Amulet, and he must get it. But now, he could only tell Tegris that it was what Lilith wanted.
In the end, Laing was still not strong enough. And now, all of Brittany's energy was focused on the Eight Peaks Mountain expedition. A large number of resources were being gathered in Bordero, and the knights of the whole country were rubbing their hands together, eager to participate in the great knight expedition. Laing would soon depart to Bordero, and he did not have the energy to think about the Yang Fire Amulet now.
"If Lilith insists, we can try to prophecy again, but we will need a lot of prophecy stones." Tegris nodded. "The ancient saint's prophecy stones."
"Then how do we get them?" Laing asked.
"There are basically no ancient saint's prophecy stones in Ossouin. Even if there are, they are in the Dragon Volcano or Val Anvil in Kaldor. Prince Imrick of Kaldor will not let me get my hands on them. At present, it seems that there are only two places where we can find a large number of prophecy stones. They are Obion Island and Luscia." Tegris told his plan. "Although this may not guarantee that we can get the Yang Fire Amulet back, at least there is a glimmer of hope. If necessary, it is not impossible to kill all the creatures on Obion Island. As long as Lilith needs it, or if you can find prophecy stones elsewhere in the old world, and you can't do it because of the constraints of the knight's way, I can do it. A big spell can solve the problem."
"Hahaha, your Assur's world is really beautiful. You play the flute all day long, enjoying the warm and comfortable climate, beautiful scenery, and those exquisitely carved towers. Then, as long as it is necessary, you can destroy any target without any guilt. How do you do it?" Tigris' calm reaction made Clayon a little unhappy. Compared to the emotional Wood Elves or the truly brutal Dark Elves, the High Elves, who seemed to be models of civilization and order, were actually just as cruel and heartless.
"What's the difference? When you Humans kill beasts, destroy forests, and exterminate Orcs and Green Skins, do you feel guilty? Do you not have enough civil wars in your history? " Tegris glanced at Laing and said, "They are essentially the same. Everyone feels that their own race and civilization are the best, and everything else is trash. The only difference is whether we can communicate. For those who can communicate, like Assur and Humans, we can seek common ground while reserving our differences. For those who can't communicate, like the Green Skins and Chaos, there is only eternal war."
"At least we are staunch allies with the Dwarves," Laing retorted.
"From a certain point of view, yes. Humans and Dwarves are very similar in terms of body structure and organ distribution." Tegris said calmly, "But this doesn't mean that the Dwarves will always stand with you. The Sacred Alliance between the Empire and the Dwarves seems more like an accident. You're just lucky. The Sacred Alliance between the Elves and the Dwarves was broken because of a misunderstanding."
"I understand. As for the Sun Fire Amulet, don't be anxious for now." Laing nodded and said, "Wait for my news, Lord Tegris. Do you have any plans in the Old World?"
"I came here to be a witness for your marriage with Lilith." Tegris' tone was strange. "So, can I leave tomorrow?"
Laing could hear Olica muttering "b * tch" behind him.
"Alright, then I'll have to trouble you to stay for a few more days and guide my two female courtiers in magic." Laing said awkwardly, "As for the Eight Peaks Mountain expedition, what mission do you have for me?"
"Of course." Tegris' dead fish eyes finally showed some movement. "There's something important to the High Elves that has been buried under the Eight Peaks Mountain."
"I need you to retrieve it."
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