Encyclopedia of Feanor Continent

The War of Guardianship refers to the war between humans and elves that occurred between 2990 and 3026 in the era. At that time, the second catastrophe had just ended, and the church demanded that all children who showed magical talents be handed over in the name of taking precautions. Let them deal with it, and the elves have always attached great importance to protecting their offspring due to slow birth, and refused to hand over their children. The church used this as an excuse to launch an all-out war against the elves.

The elves have well-trained individual soldiers and strong combat capabilities, and they have taken advantage of the forest. Humans have tried various methods to deal with the forest itself. They felled trees, but their efficiency was slow and they were attacked by wild beasts and elves from time to time. They set fire Burning the forest, the toxic smoke produced caused the entire army, including the surrounding civilians, to die of lung disease in large numbers. Finally, the fire was extinguished by the heavy rain summoned by the elf mage.

Although the situation is very unfavorable to the human army, under the instigation of the church, the fanatical believers have never retreated.

It is hard to say who will win and who will lose in this war. The elves have lost nearly 30 experienced fighters in this protracted war. This is an unbearable blow to the elves with a small population. Forced to give up all the territories bordering humans, retreated into the depths of the forest, and never communicated with the outside world again.The human army has suffered more than ten times the casualties of the elves, and its morale has been so low that it cannot continue. So far, the war that lasted for more than [-] years has finally come to an end. -- "Feno Continental Encyclopedia·History"

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Palos recalled that if Avandel got something they didn't know, it was probably only during the short period of time when the Templars went to get the ball of life, and the mage said that he was going to sacrifice his ancestors: "Then you Have you got it?"

"Yeah." Evandel looked down at his right hand holding the quill. The Wheel of the Secret Law was in his hand now, but it couldn't be seen from the outside at all.

Palos has been feeling ashamed of the Templars not only reneging on debts, but also killing people to silence them. If Avondel got what he wanted, at least his sense of guilt could be alleviated.

He also understood why Kent was suspicious along the way, and always felt that Avandel would abandon them and run away at any time. It turned out that it was because of his guilty conscience. In fact, Avandel knew everything a long time ago, but still completed the commission as agreed. Ross asked: "When we were trapped under the Great Rift, you actually had many opportunities to leave us there to die. Why didn't you do that?"

"Because the way back is still very dangerous, I still need your fighting power. And at that time, I was not sure that Kent would definitely kill me. Although I have always followed the principle of 'You are not benevolent, I am not righteous', but I can't Just relying on my own speculation will put you to death."

Palos lowered his head and said sadly: "This is really ironic. We templars have always claimed to be kind and fair, and we described mages as evil and ruthless existences. Unexpectedly, you are the one who is really kind and fair in the end, but the evil and ruthless is us."

"It's them." Evandel said while continuing to copy the book, "You are different from them, otherwise you wouldn't be standing here now, and I wouldn't tell you this."

Palos was silent for a moment, those things weighed heavily on his heart, even if Evandel expressed a different opinion of him, it did not make him feel much relieved: "Mr. Evandel, I dare not say that I understand you very well , but I don’t think you’re the kind of person who would just sit back and watch them launch the undead disaster to kill innocent people, but now that the Orb of Life is in their hands, can you tell me what plan you have?”

"A plan..." The mage scratched his chin with a quill, "I originally planned to change the package halfway and steal the life ball, but you were too close, and I never found a chance to do it."

"Sorry, I didn't know at that time..." Palos couldn't continue.

"I can't blame you, but you don't need to worry too much, anyway, the life ball is useless in their hands."

"……why?"

"The church confiscated and burned all the ancient documents they could find many years ago, and distorted some history according to their needs. As a result, even their own people can't figure out what the life ball is for." Evandel Said, "Hero King Sharma once held the ball of life and commanded the army of undead to defeat the demon army of the opponent, so they thought that the effect of the ball of life awakened the undead, but it was not like that. It was Sharma himself who really awakened the undead. She is a mage, and she is a necromancer who is now shouting and killing in the church."

"Impossible..." All the legends about Sharma that Palos heard from childhood praised her as a powerful warrior, so the image of Sharma in Palos' mind has always been a heroic figure. A strong woman, but Evandel actually told him that the great warrior who ended the first cataclysm, the god of war, and Queen Sharma of Feanor continent was a necromancer, which is unbelievable no matter how you look at it.

"Just like you once thought that it was impossible for the Templars to do the evil deeds of massacring the village." Evandel said with some emotion, "The more books I read, the more I find that there are too many truths buried in history. After the second cataclysm, people hated the group of mages. At that time, the influence of the church was not as deep as it is now, but it was completely based on people's fear of mages. Therefore, they must maintain the hostility of the people towards mages. Go on. But no matter the official or the folk, the story of the hero King Sharma has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and even they can't change this, so they distorted the history and said that Sharma was a 'warrior', and they lied After a long time, even their own people have been deceived."

"...In other words, the life ball we worked so hard to get is actually useless?"

"How can it be useless? After all, it is a treasure at the level of an artifact." Evandel said, "But the correct usage of the ball of life is a magic diverter. If magic is compared to water, Sharma's mana is like a rush If you want to control the undead army, you need to divide the torrent into countless small water droplets. The magic power of the current mage is only a cup of water at most. With the correct usage of the ball, it would be nice to be able to control ten undead at the same time, and wanting to launch the undead natural disaster is simply a dream."

This news finally made Palos feel better, but he was even more curious about Avandel: "Even if the church is so powerful, it is impossible to know these truths. How did you know?"

"I have my own method." Evandel doesn't seem to want to have a deep chat on this issue, "In short, it's best if you can get the ball of life, if you can't get it, let it go, what should we plan now? To escape the pursuit of the church, as for their conspiracy, it is just a castle in the air, no one needs to stop it, the reality will teach them a good lesson."

"……Um."

After all, Evandel was not fully recovered, and he felt a little uncomfortable in his throat after talking too much. He said softly, "Take a break, we have to be prepared for any emergencies that follow."

Palos nodded. After the mage patiently told him so much, he was in a much better mood and had a temporary goal. After he was no longer so confused and entangled, he was finally able to fall asleep.

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It was a sunny day today, and Phils lay sprawled on the small piece of flat ground at the entrance of the cave where the sun could be basked in, and it seemed that he was about to become a dried salted fish in the sun: "No, I'm going to die, I'm going to die." I was sunburned to death! Ah... my skin hurts!"

"Then why don't you hide in a shady place." Evandel sat near the entrance of the cave, sipping herbal tea. This herb was not as bitter as the antidote he drank before, but for His recovery also helps.

"I have to get used to the sun, otherwise I won't be able to live on the ground, although I feel that I will not be able to live now...the sun is killing me."

"Stop whining, even the races that live on the surface don't expose themselves to the sun all day long, come here quickly."

"Really?" Phils got up and hid in the shadow of the cave, sticking his whole body to the cold rock as much as possible, only then felt the burning temperature on the surface of his body subside a little, "Huh... I feel like I can live again..."

Alkai would go out to hunt every day and bring food back, but Palos didn't want to sit still, he couldn't do anything else, so he picked up some firewood nearby, and brought back some ripe fruits along the way.

Evandel frowned when he saw the fruit: "Did you eat some on the way?"

Palos shook his head quickly: "No, I brought everything back."

"It's fine if you don't have it. This kind of fruit is poisonous to humans and will paralyze people's tongues."

"Ah...I'm sorry, I thought it was just a smaller apple." Palos felt extremely embarrassed. Out of some kind of thoughts, the last thing he wanted was to screw things up in front of Evandel. Fortunately, Evandel He knows a lot, if he really eats his tongue, he will be even more ashamed to stay here.

But Evandel didn't care, and just said gently: "It does look a bit similar. If people who have never seen an apple tree can easily recognize it, I should also write it in the encyclopedia."

At this time, Arkai returned with a wild boar on his shoulders.

Firth, who was lying on the rock, raised his face and said doubtfully, "Didn't the venison be eaten yesterday?"

"I asked him to prepare more food." Evandel said, "I'm almost better. It's time to leave here."

They have been staying in the forest for many days. Natalie will fly out to investigate every day, and then come back to report the movements of the Templars. Kent, Rafat and others took the ball of life to the holy city of Mika the next day. Lan's direction, leaving a team of Templars wandering around the villages on the edge of the forest, inquiring and searching for the mage's whereabouts, it seems that they will not give up in a short time.

"Is it finally time to leave?" Phils sat up excitedly. He had had enough of the forest life he once dreamed of but didn't meet his expectations at all. Now he desperately longed for good wine and food and a soft bed to comfort him. His wounded heart.

Evandel said to the ranger who was cutting the boar's leg: "Alkay, come with me, I need you."

Alkai stopped for a while, and raised his face covered by camouflage: "How long?"

"I'm not sure, but it should be a long time."

So Arkay left what he was doing, got up without a word, and went out.

Phils murmured, "Is he agreeing or not? Why did he leave without saying a word?"

"He didn't refuse," said Evandel. "He always had something to prepare for being away from his woods for a long time."

"Great, when are we going to leave, where is the destination, do I need to prepare anything?" Fiers asked eagerly.