Lords: From Civilization to the Stars

Wonders are creations that reach the limit of imagination of all intelligent beings, and are the greatest products that can be created within the constraints of the times. Countless people once thought that miracles could be created by just one person, but in fact they only saw the surface. In this world, great wonders almost always have unimaginable power.

Taking the White Tower of Hoth in the elves as an example, their wonders can monitor the direction of all magical winds in the entire old world. And some special wonders also have various ways of using them that are either extreme or terrifying.

The elves drove the white elf battleship, almost in awe, as they sailed through the pale golden ocean, bathed in this dream-like light, and slowly advanced towards the coordinate point.

Even the works of elves rarely depict such beautiful scenes.

The sky was filled with golden light that looked like tulle, and the entire sea was as clear as if it were transparent, creating ripples on the ocean. The tiny golden light spots are even more endearing. They are scattered and broken in the hands of many lost elves, giving people a feeling of loss.

This is not a natural phenomenon. On the other side of the sky, a huge psychic torch is burning in the eyes of all the elves, spreading countless golden rays of light into the sky, creating this beautiful picture.

This huge torch did not show any aggressiveness, and even all the elves felt that something was watching them.

But that light didn't have any thoughts of attack or ridicule, it just looked at everything around it calmly and gently. It was as if the sky and the ocean were turned upside down. Looking around, only the position pointed by the torch in the distance was the direction they were heading.

"...Is this something a group of ordinary wizards can do?"

An observing elf looked at the water body and the bright curtain in the sky, and couldn't help but ask aloud:

"If I remember correctly, we should be here to support some ordinary wizards fighting against Chaos..."

"If this was an ordinary wizard, I could just take my head off and give it to him. To express my respect and admiration for ordinary wizards. But obviously, what we are facing is not an ordinary wizard."

Standing on the bow of the ship, overlooking the golden light of water and sky, the mage from the White Tower sighed, with a very ugly expression on his face.

Anyone who is sensitive to the wind of magic can feel the power contained in this world.

These fragments of golden light are the embodiment of a certain person's will.

It has been recorded in the classics among the elves that when some descending gods or unimaginable subspace powers are fighting or thinking, the surrounding environment will often change in line with their nature.

And now, whether it is the bright golden light brought by the World Wound that twists and changes in the sky, or the spiritual torch that is integrated with the World Wound and burning below, both prove that this area has already He has become the absolute master, and a being who can be called a god on earth is resting here.

‘Is the Phoenix King crazy and asking us to support this thing? Shouldn't something of this level go to other super large realms to fight gods? For example, places like Toril or Nien...'

The White Tower Master looked at the golden sea and sighed slightly, not wanting to say anything more.

Although many of Lothern's sea guards have studied magic and related skills, after all, they are not really specialized in these, and they can hardly feel anything else. What they can feel and see is a huge golden curtain and a very beautiful world.

But as a specially trained elf mage, the White Tower Mage can feel, or touch, more things. He could feel that the huge will was observing them through the lights in the sky.

The huge thing was watching them, expressing curiosity, observation, and even... some joy at their presence?

The moment he noticed this signal, the White Tower Master instantly felt that his view of time and space seemed a bit unbalanced. And the moment the weird imbalance disappeared, a small golden sun appeared above all the elven fleets.

No, it's not a golden sun, but a floating battleship that looks a lot like the sun, with very round curves and countless golden runes.

The elves lined up almost instantly, opened their magic bows and pointed them at the strange individuals in the sky.

The martial arts skills made these elves who had been training for a long time almost become one. In an instant, they switched from the exclamation to the vigilance, and the sharp arrows were aimed at the weird structures in the sky.

Until the next moment, a gap opened in the middle of the structure in the sky. A man wearing a golden robe, with slightly dark skin, but covered with golden runes, was slowly descending from it, and slowly landed on the deck under the vigilant eyes of all the elves.

"Hello, travelers from Ulthuan. We are Star Negators, entrusted by Lord Leon to help you understand and reach the Broken Land."

The golden man looked at the elves in front of him and said softly:

"If you don't use our guidance, you may easily get lost in the light of the psychic torch. At present, only we, the Star Bearers, are recognized by the psychic torch of the adults. If an accident happens, it will be a very regrettable and sad thing for both of us. I hope you can understand."

"Star Bearers?"

"Yes. People who carry the stars, this is the meaning of our name."

Looking at the strange eyes of the elves, the man who landed from the sky smiled and said:

"Our great master once told us that when the distant ancient saints came, he once fell to the ground and made a contract with our ancestors to bring us to the starry sky."

"......?"

Listening to these words, the expression and thoughts of the leading white tower elf became more confused.

Something is wrong, right? Hasn't the starry sky been blocked? And the old world is the most tightly locked one. Why does he say that he wants to bring people to the starry sky?

Even if he has the power of gods, it is impossible to get people to the starry sky so directly. Because according to the knowledge of the elves, this starry sky should have been blocked and covered. Otherwise, why are they idle and running out of resources? Because they can't get out.

But the elf didn't say these things. He just looked at the golden man in front of him cautiously and nodded gently.

"Thank you. Although it's our first meeting, your etiquette has left a good impression on me."

"First meeting?"

The golden figure walked on the deck and asked in surprise:

"We have traded many times, haven't we? High elves from Ulthuan? Your treasure fleet even stopped in the Golden Country."

"I mean, this is our first meeting as individuals."

"I see, I misunderstood. I'm really sorry."

"..."

Damn the damn trade elves, what else did they not say?

Another piece of information that I have never heard of. Have the elves of Haimen isolated the news from the inside and outside?

The elf leader cursed in his heart, but nodded gracefully. However, his eyes had already looked at the golden floating warship in the air several times, and he wanted to remember all the strange patterns and materials on it firmly in his heart.

People don’t need to see it. Those inscriptions are essentially the promises and expectations of a god in the world to his own family. The golden lines have been engraved into the souls and flesh of these guys who were supposed to be human beings by the power of the gods. It’s like half-demons and half-elves are not human beings at all.

So what is worth paying attention to is the floating warship in the sky that has closed the rift and is advancing with the elf warship in the golden ocean and sky.

The completely unknown floating technology, the mages of the White Tower have no idea what the golden inscriptions on it are, and can only barely recognize that some runes in the corners may mean anti-gravity. However, the technologies used by the entire fleet are technologies that the elves have never heard of.

And the materials of the hull have never been seen before.

Although it looks like the wood of the Oak of Ages that the Wood Elves sent as a symbol of friendship to the elves, it is impossible to think about it.

After experiencing many disasters, the Oak of Ages of the Wood Elves is now trying its best to restore its trunk, and it is also attacked by beastmen from nowhere all day long. If so much wood can be taken out for construction, the entire Wood Elves will probably surrender to this force, so that they can use the power of the entire tribe to offer such a few warships.

Although they are expected by the Phoenix King to let these hairless apes know the elegance and anti-chaos technology from the elves, the elves always feel that something is wrong.

The bright psychic lighthouse and the golden curtain that covers the sky and the sun, all of this seems to be telling the greatness of this controller.

Especially after five days, they were surprised to find that the Negative Star knew almost everything.

The feelings that the elves have for the controller here are already a certain degree of fear.

According to the judgment of the human body itself, this Negative Star was probably a farmer who cultivated the land a month ago.

The instinctive strain on the lumbar spine still exists, and the biological cuticle on the palm has not softened and fallen off so quickly, and there are even some instinctive hunched standing postures.

But such a person can skillfully answer the questions thrown by the elves. Yes, he is so knowledgeable that even some elves from the business system who are proficient in miscellaneous knowledge are ashamed of themselves.

From how to forge a beautiful elf jewelry, to forging a powerful magic sword, as well as the outline and knocking of armor, and how to choose the most perfect time to plant a rose, even in terms of spells, although he does not understand, he can speak many fluent theories.

When the elves asked him how he got this knowledge, he always smiled and said that he could get it by being inspired by the gods.

But the elves just thought this person was farting.

That is a god. The gods of the elves are notoriously cold and tyrannical, and the gods of other races don’t seem to say anything good. Maintaining one’s own mystery and strengthening faith are secrets that don’t need to be told.

But why is it so strange here? Almost every elf was marveling at the spiritual lighthouse that was getting closer and closer, and the huge wound in the world suspended in the sky, like a groove. But at the same time, the confusion and uneasiness in every elf's heart are increasing day by day, and there is even an urge to escape.

Are they here to help the poor? These are the people who came to help the poor, so they are pretty good, right?

"We're almost there, everyone on Everlasting Island."

Five days later, standing at the vanguard of the fleet, the golden human who had not slept much was still smiling and pointing directly below the spiritual torch that was already like a second sun.

"The port of Xianrentan is preparing the corresponding welcome ceremony and space for your arrival. If you have anything to avoid or what kind of food you prefer, please tell me directly and I will tell you your requests one by one. The chefs in the port strive to bring you the best experience.”

"We don't have many requirements for food from non-elves. I just want to ask, are the ships at your port...?"

The mage of the White Tower stared dumbly at the twenty warships lined up in the port that were many times larger than the warships the elves were riding on. Looking at the inscriptions and numbers on them, he felt an even stronger sense of shock.

Under the shining of the golden sun, the appearance of twenty hill-like battleships arrayed is very shocking.

Even for the elves of Yongju Island, these twenty battleships are the absolute main fleet.

But after taking a look at it, the golden Star Negator just chuckled.

"Oh, that's the fleet of the Extraterritorial Expedition over there. We hope to examine in more detail the specific conditions of the North and South Poles in the Old World region, as well as subspace readings, and the structure of the boundary ice wall."

The man, who was glowing with golden light and looked very majestic, said softly.

There was neither pride nor disparagement on his expression, just like something he saw every day, he just gently and matter-of-factly said a violent comment that would be as explosive to an elf.

"In the process of killing demons, my lord deeply felt that the demons in this world are inexhaustible, and hopes to solve the problem from a deeper source. Therefore, he plans to send a team to the Antarctic, deep sea, and realm of the old world. The ice wall and other locations should be inspected before making any plans. "This is my Lord's mercy."

"..."

There is definitely something wrong with this guy.

There's definitely something wrong with this wizard.

Looking at the twenty warships that looked like bunkers on the sea level, the White Tower Elf cursed in his heart.

Sorry, I found a flaw when I was almost finished. I will rewrite it and there will be a small chapter later. I also ask for your understanding...