The Throne Under the Starry Sky Chapter 72: The Millennium Conference (Part 2)

At this moment, Jona felt a little confused, that name shouldn’t have been uttered by a survivor in the ruins of an elven village in the unfamiliar northern continent. The name is his own secret. The most precious and heaviest secret in the short life of a teenager in 17 years. After talking with his first mentor Gilberto Gilbernaion, he gradually realized what is contained in the untitled book of Segles. Meaning, that is the guidance from the world above, the prophecy of the betrayer is a series of beacons that guide him to a certain historical moment,

Why did destiny choose me? The young man thought about this question more than once. With the bizarre journey, he slowly got used to being in the center of historical events, witnessing the chaos of the Western Continent, the turmoil of the South Road, and the flames of war just ignited in the Eastern Continent. Jonah is an introvert. He is not accustomed to taking out his inner things to share with others. The only people who have seen the broken pages of untitled books are only a few partners of the original Pitchfork team, and those in the turbulence of time and space. The first-generation mentor is only, even the knowledgeable Elliott and the mentor did not know the name "Segles", which made Jonah unknowingly make a judgment: the metaphor of the betrayer is the only one, and he , Is the only person selected by the only guide,

Now the words of the thorn elves have subverted his cognition. The young man suddenly pressed his chest, and through the thick clothes, the yellowed papyrus pages were exuding painful heat, "You Say...Segles the Betrayer." He asked calmly, trying to keep his voice from trembling. In the pitchfork squad, he can see through the disguise of others and read a person’s fragility from his pupils. There is only Long Ji, and the Oriental woman is not by her side at the moment. Jonah thinks that his back can deceive all the partners,

The Rose Knight rubbed his eyebrows with his fingers. It seemed that he was thinking of something, but he was not sure. The Stewart brothers and sisters didn't say anything,

"Hey, that's the name." Malu Firshan dipped a bit of honey with his little finger, and put it under his nose, sniffing intoxicatedly: "I don't know where he came from, I always feel that everyone knows him, and I don’t know when he appeared in the village. The elemental spirits don’t like to deal with humans. But Lingolpanter can be regarded as a trading port. All kinds of guys will appear. After so long, I I can’t remember exactly what he said, but he wants us to make a choice."

"Choose." Elliott asked,

"Now, this or that, it's not a reasonable choice, it's really embarrassing." The thorn elf said lazily, and slowly stretched out his purple tongue towards the honey at his fingertips. Sorry, that idiot."

"You have to make a choice." The man in the hood said. He was standing on the highest observation deck in the village. He couldn't see the expression on his face. A bunch of leaves dyed pale white hung over him. By the side, there is no wind blowing, but the treetops are shaking restlessly in the silence,

"There is no time, whatever, save our village." Malu Firshan, who is more than 100 years old and in his youth, said anxiously. She watched the light behind the man shine brighter and brighter. The towering green giant trees on the skyline were completely submerged, and the emerald tree disappeared. Even the power of the Supreme Council of Elemental Elves could not compete with this terrifying magic of destruction. As a young deputy speaker of the council, apart from hysteria What can be done,

The fuzzy human beings have a lot of time to put up two fingers, "First, all the residents of Ringolpante can survive, but I will send you to a faraway place, and I will never be able to return here. A piece of land, seeing familiar people, looking up at the familiar sky, you have to abandon all the things that the thorn elves built before, culture, art, history, even language and writing." He bent a finger, "Second, there are four The twelve thorn elves can survive, and the barrier will protect you. Whether in this disaster or in the long years that follow, you are the only one who can hurt you. But in exchange, you must stay in place and wait. When a person arrives, when that person appears, the thorn elf can leave Ringolpante. Conversely, if that person never shows up, the agreed time limit is...forever."

Fir Shan felt his heart cracked in half with a crack. The Thorn Elf law stipulates that in an emergency, the deputy speaker of the council can exercise the power of the entire village council to make decisions on behalf of Ringolpante. He has just taken office for three days. The young elves must take up this responsibility and choose one of two absurd options. She doesn't know how many seconds can be used to hesitate, but what she blurts out is a question: "Are you going to abandon even sculpture and painting?" "

"Oh, it should be. After all, you can't take anything with you. There is no time to create with peace of mind." The betrayer replied,

"I choose the second option." The balance in his head tilted, and the young elf immediately made a decision, "...Can I ask the last question."

The man with the hood raised his staff, the bright white magic light has covered the world, floating the world into a blank: "Tell me."

"...Why are there 42 people."

"Because that is the best number, nah."

The enchantment was born. Forty-two thorn elves were wrapped in an impenetrable sphere. A light blue six-pointed star sand fell in the hourglass. After a short while, Ringolpante disappeared, thriving. The forest village was wiped out with one thousand five hundred and sixty residents. Fortunately, everything came so quickly that even if you were fully absorbed, you couldn’t hear a groan.

On the sixth day, Malu Firce led forty-one elves to leave the enchantment. The mainland changed its appearance. Dirty black water was flowing in the river valley. I couldn't see a trace of green from the distance, and the floating ashes covered the ground. , The sky is burning with rainbow-colored aurora, Lingolpante Village is a village built on a giant tree, and now only the charred roots are looming in the dust, the thorn elves are crying and looking everywhere, except in the roots of the trees. Except for dozens of cans of honey and a few tools in the storeroom of, they did not find anything that could be identified. The ashes that leaked from their fingers were a mixture of plants, mountains, and countless souls, and no one could separate them. ,

Elemental elves never lie, they never leave their hometown,,,, leave the place once called hometown, time passes, this barren continent becomes cold day after day, and the wind blowing from beyond the endless mountains Sweeping Northland obstructed, the cruel natural conditions stifled the hope for green plants to regenerate. Malu Firshan led forty-one companions to dig out the roots of giant trees and slowly rebuild the entire village with the only wood. They lacked food and had to Without the supply of plant magic elements, it took four hundred years to build a beautiful parliament hall. There was an unprecedented snowfall that day. The thorn elves sat in the empty hall, looking up at the exquisite arch. Dome, the first meeting held outside the barrier in 400 years,

"Why is all this." Of course someone asked,

"Otherwise, what can I do." The deputy speaker replied with a shrug,

A thousand years may seem to be long, but it’s actually terribly short. Every time a visitor passes by the Ringolpante ruins, the elves place a small stone in the enchantment to count. The pile of small stones has just Stacked into a three-foot-high mountain, a strange visitor arrived. At this time, the village already had fifteen houses, with magnificent storage rooms, parliament halls, and art showrooms. However, out of caution, the elves Never show up to welcome people, no matter whether the people who enter the village are humans, elves, beasts or other creatures, they come with curiosity, and they leave with doubts. The elves have been keeping their promises and waiting silently, until this A dwarf arrives,

The weather was surprisingly good that day. The two-month blizzard just ended, and a small figure came from a distance in the thick snow, "I brought a message." The dwarf wearing a blue hat entered the door. He shouted, "Don't be afraid, I know you are hiding inside. You don't need to come out to see me. Just listen to me. That person is coming. Don't have to wait long before he will appear in the North Continent. This is from Blue Hat. Dwarf’s message, please don’t doubt, he is coming, he is coming."

After repeating four times, the dwarf left Ringolpante. Forty-two elves reacted differently to this. Hundreds of years almost made them forget the meaning of waiting, while Malu Fir felt excited in his heart. The murmur, she pretended to face tomorrow calmly, but tossed and couldn’t sleep all night,

Shortly afterwards, the change really appeared. It was not the man predicted by the betrayer, but another disaster. The earthquake ravaged the North Continent again, the ice sheet collapsed, the plates fell apart, and the volcano spewed plumes of smoke and magma. The melting ice and snow caused a monstrous flood. The lava filled the river valley and the whole world boiled. The "Dawn of the Second Age" divided the northern continent into five islands, and the Star Island where the elves were located became the most bizarre climate. In an unpredictable place, everything gradually subsided after three and a half months. The fir opened the barrier and found that thick ice had formed on the outside. The newly built Ringo Pant was frozen in the ice, like amber. Insects,

"What should I do now." Of course someone asked that during a meeting,

"It doesn't matter what." The deputy speaker replied weakly,

The man did not appear in the end, and hundreds of years passed. No one added stones to the pile of small stones, because no elves, beasts, humans or other creatures would notice below the ice surface. The building is built, and the long life will come to an end. 　The thorn elves have forgotten the meaning of the word "despair", they are still waiting, waiting for the promised person, waiting for liberation or waiting for death, Malu Firshan also said Not sure, she put down her honey-stained fingers, "Six humans entered the village three days ago. It's amazing, but now, the people who are waiting are coming. It feels strange, don't you think."

No doubt, she pointed to Jonah and said,