Vanguard of the Eternal Night

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Starting from the quiet tone, this song takes on a gradual and magnificent scene, as if the fine hydration flows out of the rushing agate river, and it seems to be coming out of distant and sad memories to the open future.

Evan listened quietly.

This small blade can't carry much of the pitch, and there is no technique to learn from the repair.

But in this song, Evan heard a moving hope. That is the hope that the sorrow will stop and the power will pass.

When Reveu stopped and wiped the blade quietly, Evan asked, "What song are you blowing?"

The mage’s mouth showed a slightly ridiculous smile, but it quickly disappeared: “This is the song of the ‘pagan’, the paladin. Do you know the secret capital Drizzt?”

This is the first time Evan has heard the familiar place name, and he subconsciously replied: "I know that in the south of the Agate River, one of the double stars of the arched emperor, the secret capital Drizzt is the place that all casters dream of yearning. ... blush once had a lab belonging to him."

The memories of the past suddenly poured into the mind of the paladin. He shook his head and smiled. "Sorry, you don't know blush. I just thought of him suddenly. He is also a mage."

"Have you seen Drizzt, Evan?" asked Triut.

Evan showed a little smile: "Yes, I have been there. I have seen the hundreds of magnificent Master Towers in Drizzt, and the Star Institute, which is hung in the sky, for two and a half months. The secret market bazaar - even if you open 12 city gates, you can't divert the crowds into the market. Every time you go to Drizzt, you must prepare a lot of gold coins. The **** mage in the regiment can earn him half a year. The money was lost in half a day, but I asked me to borrow it."

The Paladin paused for a moment, and suddenly he couldn’t help but laugh.

This is the first time that Schutt has seen him laugh, and it seems that the eyes of the emerald are full of pleasing vitality - like a real young man.

Behind the repair, he sneaked out a head.

A lot of the devil, Louis, sniffed the smell of Evan. It was only as big as the half of the palm of the seat, and Ewen was surprised when he slammed it out.

Louis looked back at his eyes and repaired it. He flew in front of Evan and turned two laps - Evan was able to see it clearly.

This is a translucent creature that looks like a ball. It looks... oh, a bit ugly. There was no nose and no nose on the black face, only two knives, one left and one right.

"It's Louis, what you saved from the fire before." Xiuyite grabbed his face with a blank expression, pinched the magic spirit back to his hand, and then wiped his face off with a smack. "After being fired." It has become a lot darker...more ugly."

Oh, the devil is a little sad, and when the mage rubs his face back and forth, he makes a squeaky voice.

Evan thought for a moment, stretched out his index finger and gently touched his round head: "Actually... very cute."

Louis suddenly swelled a bit, then found himself reacting too much, and quickly retracted back, hiding in the slap of Xiuyite.

Paladin's heart: ugly and ugly...

Xiuyte shook his head and said, "Let's say something about the secret capital Drizzt... This guy should also be attracted to your story."

The devil twisted twice, and he nodded.

Evan laughed. "I am not a bard. I don't have much rhetoric to describe the city. Do you really want to hear me tell the story?"

Suyt will drop Louis into the air, raise his eyes and look at Evan for a moment, whispering: "Let's say, Paladin. Tell the story of Drizzt's tree."

From his purple eyes, it seems as if there is a sorrow of death, this is the look that Evan has never seen in his eyes.

The demon seemed to feel the emotion of the master, and turned around him in midair for two laps and returned to his place.

Evan returned to God and looked at the bonfire that was jumping in front of him. He said: "The tree of Drizzt... was planted in the center of the Arcane Institute at the Secret Capital School. I have not been to the Arcane Institute. However, the tree of Drizzt grows too high, and the canopy can be seen through the inner wall of the inner city. There are many research platforms suspended above it. In addition to the research platform, there is a suspended observation platform. Three days a year is available. People visit.

"This tree... I have to change color every few years. When I saw it for the first time, it was pink. I thought it was a cherry tree full of trees... Later it just started to fall, the whole secret, the sky is full. The land is her leaves, and the tributaries of the agate river flowing in from the north of the city will be covered with pink leaves. When it flows out of the secret capital, it becomes a pink river.

"Crimson said that the group of arcans and life researchers had nothing to do with ghosts. They spent all day on the tree to study how it lived for so long, experiment with it, prank on it - and The tree of Drizzt gently accepts everything. When the magical force it receives reaches the limit, it will change color, then store these forces in the leaves and let go... When the spring comes again, it will rejuvenate. Get a new life. The argument that the leaves of Drizzt's tree contain lucky magic is probably passed down."

This memory came to an end in the words of Evan.

Xiu Yi played with the blades in his hand. This leaf is as ordinary as any other eucalyptus leaves, narrow and well-defined.

The mage whispered: "My hand is the blade of a tree of Drizzt, preserved by special magic. It has passed through many people's hands before it finally becomes my collection."

"Unfortunately, I didn't save the pink leaves at the time." Evan said with a smile. "It's very rare to hear pink. Can you sell a lot of money now?"

"Value even|City, Paladin." Xiu Yi faintly said, "In the world today, no new leaves will be born. This piece of my hand comes from 300 years ago, the last batch of healthy leaves. ""

Evan’s smile gradually converges and whispers: “Sorry, I don’t know... is the tree dead?”

The Arcanist twisted the leaf stalk in his hand and watched the ordinary leaves that had passed through three hundred years of time swirling back and forth. He said low and low: "After seven or eight thousand years ago, the Holy See began to encircle the secret capital Cui Seven years later, the outer city was broken, and the tree of Drizzt became the protection of the inner city. Umbrella; the wizard at that time guarded the magical capital for twelve years and was finally smashed by the traitors. The entire secret capital was called by the Holy See. It’s the first to be burned to death - they call it 'purification'."

The paladin was silent.

The mage continued: "The tree of Drizzt is not dead. In the spring of the next year, it gave birth to a new branch from the ashes. Thirty years later, the secret capital of Drizzt was restored. After another hundred years, the Holy See once again destroyed the secret. The trees of Drizzt were cut down by thousands of workers day and night, and they stood still. Finally, the only dragon knights at that time led countless knights, pulling them down hard... The trunk of Drizzt’s tree is still falling In the ruins, there has been no decay.

"After a few thousand years, the roots of Drizzt's tree left in the land sprouted again. It grew from a small sapling. The remaining masters established the 'Reconstruction' to secretly cultivate Drizzt. The tree, they crouched for eight hundred years, and finally rebuilt the secret capital Drizzt.

"Just three hundred years ago, the Holy See began the 'jihad' again. The last team led by the head of the Knights Templar broke the secret capital Drizzt. The tree of Drizzt never appeared again. Over."

The history of eight thousand years, a few times floating and sinking, is nothing more than a word.

Prosperity and decline, glory and despair, are described in an understatement.

Xiu Te said to Evan: "What you see should be the original Drizzt tree. It grew freely for years, and in the most glorious period, witnessed the most glorious history of the secret capital Drizzt, then Only then came together."

Evan made a sigh of sorrow: "eight thousand years..."

"Eight thousand years," said Xiu Tete. "The Master is still trying to earn a glimmer of hope. Every Master wants to see the glory of the secret capital with his own eyes. He wants to have a land of his own, free to pursue the truth, and stay away from it. The so-called dispute of faith is far from being chased and killed, and forced to hide its name."

"This used to be the day that every wizard has." Evan said lowly.

Xiu Yiter smiled faintly. There was no bitterness or sorrow in this smile. He just said with some emotion: "The Paladin, you fell from a golden age into a dark age."

The Arcanist carefully put the leaves of Drizzt's tree carefully, then took out a box and said, "This thing should have been handed over to you this morning, but you went out to find the Druid... In the afternoon I did a little enchantment on it."

Evan looked at Revitz and did not see the clue from his look. He took the box and said, "Is there a 'surprise' inside?"

The paladin shook the box, then opened it, and saw the black velvet lined with his jade earrings—the earring that was unfortunately sold out by Rose.

Evan took out the earrings and felt the familiar enchantment when he touched the emerald green jade.

- The Arcane Architect sealed his magical energy inside.

The elf pulled the hood and nailed the stud to its original position.

Xiu Yite quietly looked at his elf's ear—they haven't appeared in front of people for a long time, and sometimes they will think that Evan is not much different from humans, except for the unusual beauty and...the addiction. .