high castle elves

"Why??" The young elf stood in front of the window, looking at the thick lead clouds on the horizon forming a high airtight wall, and the darkness was pouring towards him heavily. Fist-sized snowflakes and cold wind crossed the newly built carvings. The window lattice brought the biting cold into the house, and had a tragic collision with the sultry air in the house, which was as hot as a rainforest in April and May. The radial water droplets melted into were their "corpses".

At the coldest time of the year in the Caldo Mountains, this was the biggest snowfall of the year, and it was also the first thing Alamil said to everyone in Hamburg in more than ten days - from Lake Eredruye After returning from that strange night, Alamir locked himself in the highest level of the windmill and did not see him for many days.

"Dear, because you are an elf, and you are also my child..." His mother stood behind him, her tone gentle and sad.

"Living in this world, you always need someone to rely on..."

"Rely???" The undulating mountains outside the window were covered with a thick layer of white and surrounded by gray-black dark clouds. In the violent snowstorm, like a python hibernating quietly in the world, the young elf turned around , eyes fixed on the gentle female elf opposite: "Then you are really working hard, my 'mother'!"

The young elf bit his lip and emphasized the word "mother". On the back of his hand, the cross pattern of a broken sword and a broken staff looked like a broken word "human". Looking at this mark, Alamir only felt that his eyes were a little bit... Tingling.

"No one can avoid being bound by the rules. The Wall of the Unbelieving is an existence that makes all things despair even more than the bottomless abyss..."

"Who said I have no faith..." Alamir gritted his teeth, looking at Vesnaka's dark green skirt, the leaf-like patterns on it seemed to be mocking him.

"But that is your belief, not the belief of this world, and it will most likely not be recognized by the multiverse."

"It means that there is no way to escape from the gods no matter what. It's better to find a god to take refuge now, so you'd better do it for me?" Alamir said with a sneer on his face, gently shaking the word "human" in his hand - —

Although he did not gain power, the stick-sword covenant was still established, but it was only half established. He and Guilath could not even summon each other, not to mention the buffs, but the faint connection was still established.

That is, they cannot have the intention of hurting each other...

Not only are they unable to murder each other or raise weapons, but within a range of 3 miles, they can sense each other's existence!

But in contrast, Corellon's divine power became their connection to each other, and they finally got rid of Eilistraee, Rose, and the strange Lord of Billions of Lights, the All-Seeing One, and the terrifying The King in Yellow, after experiencing the calculations of the gods, Alamir never wanted to have contact with any god again.

There is no god in the world who does not care about faith. In this world, all things are just chips on the chessboard between gods and demons.

Although this kind of thing is very common in Vesnaka's view, in Alamir's view, it is quite stupid, so he tried not to be tainted with "karma", but Vesnaka, for various reasons, Force or not, he became tainted with the gods.

It was as if she deliberately let him get involved with the elves' gods.

"You know, inside the moonlight pillar, I can easily kill Guilath, just a little bit short." Alamir's expression was cold, "Then this damn covenant will never be seen again, right?"

"But you didn't take action. This is also the inevitable fate." Vesnaka stared at Alamir with burning eyes, as if he wanted to look directly into the soul under the skin. "Because you are also in the good camp. This is a fact that cannot be erased from your blood and soul. Moreover, you have to admit that even if you try your best to deny it, the nature of the elf affects you. Therefore, from his perspective, you He is also his child, his creature, and has nothing to do with the soul..."

"Living like an elf, this is your responsibility, Alamir..." A trace of sadness flashed across Vesnaka's soft face.

Alamir's expression suddenly changed.

It was obviously a warm room, but suddenly it was as cold as an ice cave. Alamir squeezed his palms tightly, and his body kept shaking.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that." Vesnaka wanted to hug the trembling young gray elf, but the latter avoided him.

"No, this is very reasonable. I have invaded your original child body, so I should complete his mission, believe in a certain god on his behalf, and sign an ancient covenant." Alamir raised his head, his eyes empty and clear .

"No, you are wrong. If I met you from the beginning, in fact, in my consciousness, my child has always been like this. No one can erase this blood connection. I hope you will too. I understand, and I hope to compensate you for your determination.”

"Compensation???" Alamir raised the back of his hand to show her, "Does this count? You don't think I can't kill all of you..." Alamir A surge of sword intent surged through his body, "Also, I really hate it when people drag me to other places because of disagreements...it started 73 years ago."

Alamir made a sword finger with his hand and drew a trace in the void.

Then... the original carved window lattice turned into rough logs, the original magic lamp went out, and there was a cry of surprise from downstairs.

Sword ban!

After Alamir reached the middle level, he discovered that his "power" could be vaguely connected with the word "hamburger" at the door. In addition to using it to inspire sword energy to kill enemies, these two words were like a ban and could be passed through. The word "hamburger" continuously absorbs the aura from outside to maintain the ban, prohibiting the power of magic in the hamburger.

In other words, once the "Sword Forbidden" is turned on, extraordinary power is prohibited.

Although Alamir had thought about it before, when he thought that all the magic items and magic decorations could no longer be used and life was really inconvenient, Alamir gave up. However, Vesnaka's previous behavior made Alamir feel Some anger and frustration.

I am the owner of the burger, you are just uninvited "guests"!

Therefore, in front of Vesnaka, Alamir activated the Sword Ban, and the window lattice that was originally transformed by magic became its original shape. Many magic items lost their effect, and even the earrings on his ears lost their effect. .

..........

"Actually, it's not what you think. The original plan was that this covenant could enhance your strength, and then -" Vesnaka's mouth was stuck.

"Help you take out something?" Alamir looked at her, his eyes like swords.

"Of course, this thing is very important to me, and there is something very important to you in it." Vesnaka looked at Alamir, with a look of pleading on his face.

"Only this time, and the last time. From now on, you are not allowed to interfere with any of my choices!" Alamir stretched out his hand, "Swear in the name of the River Styx."

"Aramil..." Vesnaka's eyes showed sadness, and her body fell to the ground exhausted.

Alamir did not speak, but looked at the middle-aged female elf opposite with cold eyes.

A "mother" who abandoned him not long after he was born, maintained some kindness towards him, and allowed him to be infected with Corellon's divine power. In fact, Alamire was not as close to her as he imagined.

"I, Vesnaka Incei Hurricane Gallan Norton, swear by the name of the River Styx..." Vesnaka suddenly returned to his previous appearance, looking serious. Made an oath.

"Are you relieved? My little Ramiel..." Vesnaka, who swore to the River Styx, suddenly regained her gentle smile, as if to say, do I have any bad intentions towards you? I do everything for you in my own way.

Alamir felt like he had been tricked.

What she said next made Alamir find it difficult to accept. He wished he had signed the stick-sword contract at that time. "Because there is detection magic left in that ruins, elves under 100 years old are strictly prohibited from entering. Something inside at that time... The items exist in a strange secret realm, which is quite dangerous, so in order to complete our plan, I have to hone my skills here and guide Guilath until you are 100 years old."

"And...as a mother and the leader of this operation, I have found a teacher for you." After saying that, Vesnaka gently kissed the somewhat dull Alamir's forehead, and then Jumped out of the window and turned into an eagle in the air.

Have I been deceived by her? ?After Vesnaka left, the windmill that lost its magic became extremely cold and the fireplace was about to go out. Alamir had to close the windows and add firewood to the fireplace.

He wanted to take out a few slices of elf bread from his magic pocket and bake it, but suddenly realized that he couldn't even open the magic pocket. He had to imitate Vesnaka and jump out of the window, and then jumped out of the confines of the sword. take out.

When he returned to the windmill, dim light shone through the snow-filled windows.

"Would you like some..." In the hall that had become very simple again, a large amount of firewood was crackling and burning. The dim light gave Alamire the feeling. In front of the table filled with food, Vesnaka sat sideways, while the owner's seat was empty, as if they were waiting for him to come back.

For a moment, Alamir's expression when he looked at Vesnaka somewhat overlapped with that of a loving and haunting figure in his previous life.

"Mom..." The smell of food hit his face, and Alamir burst into tears.

Of course, he was not talking about Vesnaka, but he was suddenly shouting out subconsciously under the stimulation of this scene.

Just like the first words of all wanderers when they open the door are always "Mom, I'm back", it has nothing to do with the person but the scene.

After all, it is now the New Year's Day, and it is also the most difficult day for Alamire.

During the festive season, we miss our loved ones even more. This is not just a saying.

Warm lights, a long table full of food, laughing family members, and the steaming aroma of the food only penetrated his nose. This familiar scene made Alamir unable to hold back.

"We are all waiting for you." Gelase sat on the other side of the long table, looking graceful and luxurious, looking at him with a smile, an aunt's smile on his face.

"Hmph!" Guilath looked at him with a somewhat disgusted expression on his face, but the worry in his eyes was still captured by Alamire, almost like a brother and sister who wanted to beat each other to death.

"Would you like some wine?" Kusha had already left, and Ilti, who couldn't use the invisible servant, came out of the kitchen with a large plate of barbecue.

Hey, it's the New Year... Alamir looked at all this blankly, and seemed to have found a reason for his own.

At the same time, his fingers folded in his sleeves pointed like swords, and then he drew lightly.

Then the hall lit up again, and the originally simple and somewhat dilapidated hall became gorgeous again.

"Come on, my little Ramiel..." Vesnaka, who was sitting under the main seat, stood up, and then she clapped her hands, and the living room, which was originally a bit gorgeous and exaggerated, It turned into another warm look.