high castle elves

It is March 3634th, 73 in the Elven Norel Calendar. It has been three full months since Alarmir’s [-]rd birthday. Sulimei, as this month is called in the Gray Elf language, is called Qingfeng. The moon means the light breeze blows away the severe winter.

Seeing that the hands on his pocket watch coincided with the 12 numbers, Alamir cautiously asked everyone to stop and wait until after twelve o'clock before going in.

He is proficient in all kinds of horror movies and baptisms, so when the time comes and he happens to step into the tomb to die, he would rather wait a little longer than set a flag like this.

When the pointer on the watch pointed to ten minutes past ten, Alamir let Shaksaya, the second most powerful person with the ability to see through illusions and the True Seeing Technique, carefully go down and walk around, and found that there was no danger. He then asked everyone to follow him cautiously.

As everyone walked down the steps, what came into view was a long corridor full of exquisite murals. Under the light of magic, the murals above were well preserved and brightly colored, as if they had just been painted.

The wind is picking up, Alamir, whose perception is no less than that of Evan Sally, murmured softly.

What is slowly flowing in the corridor is not the cold wind from the Kaldo Mountains, nor the dull and smelly wind in the deep forest, but the warm spring breeze that makes people's mouths curl up.

The warm breeze made the tourists drunk. At that time, the young man's spring shirt was thin and he was riding a horse and leaning on the leaning bridge!

When the spring clothes were ready, five or six crowned men and six or seven boys took a bath in Yi, danced in the wind, and returned home chanting...

Alamir suddenly wanted to sing.

It was as if he was already wearing a light spring shirt, and the wind was blowing on his cheeks and corners, and he felt that everything was infinitely beautiful.

"It's better to dance. It's better to dance than to fight him..." Thinking of the familiar lyrics, Alamir couldn't help but dance lightly.

No, there's something weird in this! !Seeing that the words of his past life that he couldn't suppress almost came out, Alamir finally found the gap.

Looking around again, one by one, the team of monsters and monsters began to sing at the top of their lungs. For a while, Alamir's ears were filled with various languages ​​and songs.

Over there, Evan Sally and Barbara had already stripped naked, singing a melancholy hymn in praise of the dark maiden with beautiful voices, and dancing gracefully.

The lust demon danced an unsightly dance with a flushed face. Shaksaya's six arms danced like soft willow branches in spring, bringing out a dazzling sword light of death. She spat out some extremely evil and blasphemous demonic words from her mouth. The whole body was filled with the excitement of killing. Minotaur Black Horn's eyes were already red. He shouted excitedly to kill everything and waved his giant ax fiercely!

Even Mirshi, the giant baby eagle, flapped its wings and danced, making rhythmic chirping sounds of varying heights and lows!

Their faces were full of intoxication and happiness in every sense, and the warm spring breeze that kept flowing in the corridor was like a ubiquitous and invisible big hand, controlling their singing.

"Stop!!!" Alamir had no choice but to activate the spiritual contract and shouted this word with the wind of hell.

If there are substantial sound waves, the spring breeze in the corridor will form a spiral-shaped cyclone, shaking the bodies of all "people"!

However, it was still too late.While singing and dancing, Barbara's arm touched the mural, and the next second, her body suddenly disappeared! !

Next was the ugly eagle Mirchi. It spread its wings and plunged excitedly into the mural. The figure immediately disappeared, leaving only waves of air in the air.

"Don't get close to the murals, the murals are weird!!" Alamir once again increased the power of the roar of the hell wind, creating a huge echo in the corridor!

Then everything was in vain, everyone involuntarily moved towards the murals, but disappeared into the corridor one after another!

Even Alamir sang a song and walked in front of the mural involuntarily!

The team of demons and monsters is on the verge of being completely wiped out!

"The vast end of the world is my love...what kind of wind blows in what era...I hold my microphone." Alamir sang, looking at the mural As we get closer and closer, we forget about the despair and regret in our hearts.

Just when he saw the green leaves on the mural, he suddenly stopped.

Because he heard another voice!

"Tick tock, tick tock..." Although the sound is slight, it is extremely clear in Alamir's singing——

It was coming from the pocket watch in his arms! !

"Huh--" Alamir's figure flashed, came to the middle of the corridor, and let out a long breath.

Seeing that this tomb was really related to him, and also related to the pocket watch in his arms, and looking at the exquisite murals on the wall, Alamire became more and more suspicious.

Looking at the empty corridor, he carefully approached the mural again. After realizing that the urge to dance in his heart disappeared, Alamir carefully observed the mural in the corridor.

What this mural depicts should be the life of the owner of the tomb. Alamir looked at the mural again and felt a little confident.

The mural describes the life story of a noble gray elf, including his birth from a ball of four-color light, how the ancient elf dressed him in gorgeous robes, and put on a crown made of gems and gold. How lovingly his father looked at him and blessed him gently.

Going further, it is the growth process of this elf. The exquisite murals describe in detail how he sang and wandered in the mountains and forests, tasted delicious food and practiced magic and swordsmanship in the tall and gorgeous stone castle. The wind was his Nanny, the river is his little friend, the trees in the forest automatically offer him the sweetest fruits, how he plays in the world, and the thorn birds are always around him, offering him the most beautiful songs.

The beautiful scene came to an abrupt end, and the remaining scene made Alamir shudder!

Because he saw Milch, as a helper, singing in the tree, Barbara and Ivan Sally dancing and singing in the moonlight, and even a few demons were singing and dancing with pain on their faces, as if they were wearing Those red dancing shoes that keep making people dance to death.

They will dance in the painting until their souls are gone, and finally turn into characters on the screen... I don't know why, such a strange idea appeared in Alamire's mind, and he Inexplicably sure of this.

At the end of the corridor is a huge closed stone door with a huge statue of a thorn bird meditating among flowers and green leaves.

But the strange thing is——

The thorn bird's eyes are empty! !

Looking at the pocket watch in his arms that was just the right size, Alamir suspected that Liarden agreed to live in the Lysmera Forest and traveled out as soon as he became an adult. This behavior, which was obviously not in line with the nature of the gray elves, might have something to do with it. !

He has never been here before, or wants to fight here, right?Thinking of the treasures inside that even the dark maidens were eager to seize, and the mysterious disappearance of Riyaden, Alamir felt that he had fallen into a deep situation...

Looking at the blind thorn bird, the empty eye sockets were flashing with a weird and terrifying light, as if it was tempting Alamire to put his pocket watch on it. Then he looked at the people in the painting. Their postures were even worse than before. Violently, the expression on his face became increasingly painful.

Alamir was cruel, took out his pocket watch, and gently placed it in the blank eye socket of the Thorn Bird.

Then, a burst of magnificent carols completely enveloped him...