High Above

The gray-black clouds seemed to be infected by lead, and the sea area from the Naumann Sea to the edge of the Forever Ocean was shrouded in an unspeakable silence.

This is the calm before the heavy rain and the prelude to summer.

It has the same name as the Eternal Silence Ocean, because of the super giant psychic field that covers the entire Eternal Silence Ocean. Except for possible storms in coastal areas, this ocean will not produce any typhoons and storms that are common in other sea areas. There is only one A steady sea breeze, and a silent heavy rain falling quietly, as if covering the whole world.

But in contrast, the Everlasting Ocean itself has an extremely complex ocean current system.

The huge potential power of the planet's heat cycle is wrapped in the water of the ocean, silted and transformed, and turned into nutrients for life. Therefore, the entire Eternal Ocean is a paradise for marine life, and the deep sea of ​​the Eternal Ocean has become an intricate and super giant maze. Countless ocean monsters live in it and guard the core of the deep sea.

maze. Labyrinths exist in every area of ​​Terra.

Any area that is difficult to explore its core, cannot know its operating principle, and contains huge treasures inside will be called a maze.

Since the Skyfall disaster, the seeds of the labyrinth have been scattered all over the world, almost everywhere. They have become channels for humans to study the technology of pre-era civilizations, mines to obtain key materials, pastoral areas to breed high-quality monsters, and planting areas to produce key elixirs.

Adventurers rely on it to exist. Countless wild ascendants rise or fall because of the maze. Even the rise and fall of a country may be related to the maze. One of the great forces of Terra, the Junling Castle in Northern Xinjiang, is from After receiving the legendary Apocalypse Arms in the labyrinth, they were able to become independent from the behemoth Setal Empire and became a big country with a famous name among other countries.

Hundreds of years of coexistence and development have gradually made the Labyrinth a very important, even core, part of Terran civilization.

Some scholars even believe that the entire planet Terra itself is a huge maze, and that existing humans are just 'maze species' living in a huge cage called the 'Maze of Terra'. The Terran people of the pre-epochal civilization were completely different existences.

Only when humans leave Terra and stand from a perspective overlooking Terra, will humans know what kind of complex and exquisite maze they are in.

The elf Gravi Scarleaf disagrees with the argument that Terra is a huge labyrinth.

But after being away from his hometown for fifty years, when he looked at his hometown far away from the empire of Canaan Moore, he suddenly realized that he was indeed in an extremely huge maze.

The labyrinth called Elven Society.

This labyrinth is exquisite and complex, full of mysteries and terrifying crises. It can take lives at any time but can also provide incredible wealth. Everything the adventurer wants is in it.

yes.

Only when you leave the maze can you see its true appearance.

But now, he has to go back there...back to the maze that suffocates him.

Return to hometown.

The gray clouds rolled suppressively, and the air was filled with a moist atmosphere. The old elf with red hair and blue eyes stood beside the side of the Siren, staring at the distant sea in the east. I don't know when it began to rain in the sky, and the rolling lead clouds quietly released their accumulated moisture, setting off an endless wrinkle and ripple on the surface of the Everlasting Ocean.

The wind blows from west to east, and the sails of the Siren are blowing. Although it is an extremely advanced alchemy ship, it also has a part of the wind structure in order to cope with Terra's complex and changeable ocean environment.

The sound of the sail rolling passed by my ears, causing the long red hair to flap against my cheeks and blow in the direction of Canaan Moore.

"home……"

The elf with long hair and beard stroked his long beard. He looked at the sea covered in rain in front of him, and a sarcastic smile appeared on his face because of this word.

For Grave Feiye, what exactly is hometown? Is it the playfulness with childhood sweethearts in childhood, or the sweet wind blowing from the red maple forests all over the mountains and plains in my hometown?

These are too far away.

Fifty years after leaving Canaan Moore, Gravi has lived in the Setar Empire for far longer than in his hometown. In fact, his status in the empire is higher than that in his hometown, and his speech, behavior and behavioral logic are more like those of the empire.

Fifty years have turned this young elite who was originally loyal and lurking in the empire into an old man full of doubts and resentments towards his hometown.

Over the past fifty years, the two countries, which were originally wary of each other, have become so inseparable that they have even entered into strategic alliances with each other.

The two sides even exchanged part of their spy lists with each other. The two sides allowed some of the other side's spies to return safely and carried out targeted cooperation on these projects.

The project Glawe was lurking on was one of them. The elf stretched out his hand and touched his cheek. No matter how much he took care of it, even if he was an ascendant, he was already eighty-five years old and starting to enter old age.

Wrinkles began to appear, and the project he had been lurking his whole life was betrayed by his own people and turned into a 'chip' for the two countries to openly show their goodwill towards each other.

So what is the meaning of his fifty years of dedication and self-sacrifice?

Has he been like a clown for most of his life?

Elf.

In ancient legends, elves are an almost immortal race, a race that is long-lived, elegant, artistic and dexterous.

They are synonymous with beauty and strength, the darlings of nature, and the sons of the forest.

But in reality, elves are no different from humans.

Elves are dexterous, have advantages in psychic abilities, and have fast neurological reactions, but the people of the plains also have their own abilities.

Whether it is the spiritual talent of the White People, the region-wide adaptability of the Gold People, or the strong body of the Iron People, none of them are inferior to the talents of the elves.

Moreover, the lifespan of elves does not have any advantage... Maybe it was a little different before the disaster of Skyfall, but after the disaster of Skyfall, elves are essentially just ordinary people descended from the human race of Terra. Just a big branch.

Therefore, fifty years is an extremely long time for the elves.

Glawei was once severely damaged by a biological virus due to experiments. His lifespan is no longer long, and the mission he persisted in throughout his life has become a joke. If his life ends like this, I am afraid that he will only have to leave a mark on his epitaph. The next one is blank.

It’s not that there’s nothing to write about, it’s that if I did, it would be like a joke.

So he had to do something.

Not for the motherland. His motherland, Canaan Moore, betrayed him. Although he understood that the struggle and alliance between the two countries was like this, the enthusiasm in his heart had become weak and cold.

Not for family. Fifty years have passed, and when he was lurking, he left with the feeling that he was already dead. His parents had passed away long ago, and everyone else, whether it was the girl from his hometown or his friends, had already married or Don't remember yourself.

Just for yourself.

Gravi closed his eyes. Grave Feiye, the master of bioalchemy and great scholar, immersed himself in his research.

For fifty years, he has relied on this method to survive the endless long dark nights of loneliness, using pure academics to soothe his doubtful and wavering heart.

Just for yourself.

Just an explanation for my dream.

At this moment, scenes from the past emerged in Grave's mind. When his teacher in Canaan Moore, Master Dimoka, showed him his incredible research, he was shocked from the depths of his heart. and yearning.

The teacher's face, burning with blazing ambition and endless thirst for knowledge, coincided with the face that later became incapable of fulfilling his duties due to aging and was full of regrets. His last instructions still echo in my ears to this day.

"Gravi...remember, our research...is for all elves."

Gravi, who was only in his thirties at the time, had a face burning with blazing ambition and endless thirst for knowledge. He was exactly the same as his teacher. He listened to the other's teachings and clenched his fists: "We are here to enable all elves to become true elves." Fight for the 'elves'!"

——Eternal life, keenness, beauty, elegance...not the mediocre elf like now, but the truly perfect elf, just like the elf in the story and legend!

"But the most studied in this regard are the Empire and the City of Learning...Bring them back. Bring the future back, bring us back to our homeland!"

open one's eyes.

The old red-haired elf is not as old as when his teacher died of illness, but he is already showing signs of decline.

He did fulfill his teacher's obsession.

He brought back the 'treasure' that the Empire had been studying...even if it was only part of it.

This is exactly why Glawe is dissatisfied with his motherland and his hometown. The MPs and bureaucrats of Canaan Moore were simply too cautious and old-fashioned. Their research has so far been limited to Warcraft and experimenters, and is far less efficient and radical than the Imperial Academy of Gnosis and the Academy of Truth. It is not due to humanitarian concerns. Glavey knows very well that the reason why the House of Lords is unable to make a decision is precisely because the elf political system determines that they restrain each other. No matter which party wants to make breakthrough research progress, it will be defeated by the other party. obstruct and suppress.

This is also the reason why my teacher struggled all his life for Canaan Moore and wasted his whole life without getting the final result. The elf political system is doomed to end up holding each other back.

Yes, the Parliament will not make the worst choice, and will not usher in unimaginable and huge turmoil like the Dark Moon Rebellion like the Empire, but this has also turned Canaan Moore into a stagnant stagnant water.

It’s not that the elves are not as smart as the Empire people, it’s not that they don’t have the same talented researchers as the Empire people, and it’s not that they don’t have a mature talent training system.

The backwardness of the elves is only due to the internal social structure.

Just because of politics.

Too stupid, too closed-minded. The old man couldn't help but sigh.

The things he saw and the things he learned from the Gnostic Academy all reflected the ignorance and slowness of Canaan Moore. The people of the Empire indeed dared to explore, and it was worthy of the fact that the Lost Era expanded from a city to a hegemon that dominated half of the continent. Even though it was weak, it was still exploring the frontier internally.

Gravi still remembered what he saw at the headquarters of the Gnostic Academy when he arrived in the Imperial Capital, a majestic city that was not inferior to the Capital of the World Tree. It was like a mountain and a sea, filled with millions of classics, research materials, and detailed explanations of pictures and texts throughout the building, which made me feel dizzy when I was still young at the time.

If you want to learn all this and get the knowledge that can help the elves in the future, I am afraid it will take an endless and long time... There is no limit to knowledge, but human cognition does. Gravi has been studying in hiding for fifty years, and finally got it. A few simple conclusions.

"Life is not bound to form...the soul is not bound to state."

The old elf whispered to himself, reciting the core conclusion he had gained from years of research: "Not just the elves, but all life on Terra can evolve again...reorganize and re-enact from the most fundamental origin, Become a more perfect life.”

"But this process is too otherworldly and contrary to human ethics. Even the Academy of Spiritual Knowledge cannot continue to go deeper... In other words, they have found the part they want, and what I want is still deeper."

Yes.

The reason why Grave made up his mind to return to Canaan Moore was not for his motherland or his family.

If he is willing, he who has become a master alchemist will be accepted by any country. There is no need to go back in despair as a discovered spy. Instead, he will be welcomed and stayed by the empire more solemnly.

The reason why Gravi decided to return home was because he knew that if he stayed in the empire, he would have no chance to continue his crazy research.

In this case, it is better to return to Canaan Moore, under the guise of continuing research, open a laboratory openly and then conduct secret underground experiments... In this era of good relations between the two countries, his embarrassing identity will make him marginalized characters, but that’s the best outcome.

What's more... he brought back that 'treasure'.

The remains of the ancient thing that started many subjects and experiments in the Gnostic Institute... Although it is only a part of it, for that kind of creature, a part is equal to complete.

As long as he has it, even if he is alone, Glawe firmly believes that he can continue his research!

"Old sir..." The cautious voice of the ship attendant came from behind: "The Siren has detected the migration of a large number of Warcraft clusters not far away. It may speed up and evade, and there may be some bumps..."

"If it is not necessary, please return to the cabin."

The Siren is a diplomatic ship designed by Canaan Moore at the fleet flagship level. It is equipped with a large number of weapons. Even if it is attacked by a swarm of Warcraft, it will not suffer any losses. The captain is a strong man of the third level. It is said that he once held a candle. Which is even more reassuring.

But if possible, there is no need to fight a group of wild beasts. The ship is full of distinguished guests from Canaan Moore, and everyone must be received with the most solemn etiquette, so naturally one must be cautious.

"Um."

Grave straightened his collar, responded with a calm response, and then prepared to return to the cabin.

As we passed through the corridor inside the ship, we could still vaguely hear the murmurs of complaints among the sailors.

"It's impossible for monsters to migrate on this route, right?"

"The monsters are not stupid. If they were stupid, all of them would have died a long time ago. This time it doesn't feel normal."

"Anyway, be ready for battle."

Glawe did not pay too much attention to these exchanges. The old man also passed by a young white-haired scholar. He subconsciously raised his head and glanced at the other person, and secretly praised him in his heart. Then he thought about his own past and couldn't help feeling a little sad.

——He was also a very well-known handsome boy back then, with countless suitors. However, his originally blossoming life was dedicated to the motherland, but it ended like this...

He left shaking his head.

But the white-haired young man stopped, frowned slightly, and looked at the old man's back.

"Super bioerosion?"

Ian frowned, his eyes lit up with silver-blue light, and he looked at Gravet, and also looked through the layers of steel to the corner of the Siren's cabin.

The young man thought to himself: "Is this old bachelor related to the scary thing in the cabin?"

"At first, I thought the Siren looked ordinary. In fact, both it and the people inside have unique skills and unique characteristics..."

"There are a lot of demons and monsters."