The further we walked, the more silver shavings became on the ground.
In the end, they were like snow and were as deep as our knees.
From time to time some animals fell dead on the road.
One elf grabbed a handful and tried to lick it.
The companion next to him was so frightened that he yelled: "Don't worry about your life, aren't you afraid of poison?"
"It's still a little sweet."
After eating it anyway, the elf simply took another lick.
We continued forward, waited for a while, and saw that the elf was okay after eating it, so other elves also grabbed a handful and tried it, and they all said that it was indeed sweet.
Omrod picked it up and took a bite: "It's a bit sweet, with the fragrance of plants."
Thernhill didn't say anything.
He shook his head to say no to the powder Ormrod grabbed.
When he saw Elleras also grabbing a handful, he said gently: "Alleras, don't be in a hurry to eat it.
Wait until you get settled and settle down."
After hearing this, Elleras threw away the powder in his hand and clapped his hands: "Okay, father."
Cheng Qianxun saw in his eyes that Thernhill had always been so careful, but as a king, he should be so.
In order to rule for a longer time, we must be more careful.
Sometimes a careless approach may lead to disaster.
Is a life span of thousands of years a blessing?
In fact, it is a kind of torture, and you never know when it will end.
Just like her, but at least she had reached the end and saw the glimmer of hope.
So in a way, she and Thurnhill imagined it.
Finally, in the afternoon, we arrived at the original Elf Castle.
At this time, the trees as tall as clouds had disappeared, leaving only tree stumps about a hundred meters high.
The hard stump is the same as before, covered with moss and soil, and even trees can grow on it.
At this time it looks more like a mountain with a flat top.
If you shrink it a little, weather it a little more.
It's a bit like Australia's Ayers Rock.
At this time, the castle had changed its appearance, and the ground was covered with silver shavings.
The silver shavings produced by the death of the tree of nature not only covered the earth, but also submerged the castle.
Almost all the gaps were swallowed up by the silver shavings.
Even the furniture placed in the yard was covered with thick silver shavings.
Covered.
It's a good thing he left, otherwise he wouldn't have survived if he stayed here.
It's conceivable that silver shavings fall down like volcanic ash, which can cause suffocation of living things.
I saw fallen animals on the road.
There were no scars on his whole body, he just died from these shiny debris.
No wonder the "thoughts" in the ruins would tell them to stay away from the natural tree, which makes sense.
The setting sun shines on this once prosperous land, and the light reflected from silver shavings is everywhere, slightly reddish and as bright as gold.
Could this be the last glory of the elves?
Seeing that their former homeland was beyond recognition, the elves were speechless for a moment, and all looked at Thurnhill.
It was necessary to take a stand at this time, and Thurnhill's voice was weak.
Maybe he was tired from the journey: "Omrod, let everyone settle down.
Elleras, lead a team of people to search along the way to see if there is anything strange."
Green grass grows elsewhere.
The trees are sprouting, and I just hope to see new branches coming out of the tree of nature.
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"Don't light a fire."
Cheng Qianxun reminded: "There are flammable items everywhere here that will cause trouble."
Once a fire breaks out, it will cause a house fire.
There was no time to escape.
But it's not a problem without fire.
I can only prepare dinner first and then think of a way.
This dinner was relatively simple, except for storing food.
There is food all around.
Some elves had eaten it just now, and some of them ate a lot, but nothing happened.
So many elves grabbed the silver shavings and ate them, and some even started to store them for future supplies.
Suddenly a voice came: "Collect" Here comes another order, collect, what does it mean?
Looking at the silver shavings on the ground, she seemed to know something, and immediately said to Thurnhill: "Collect as much as you can and transport them to the ruins."
"Well" Thurnhill was a little surprised: "There should be plenty of food in the future."
It is very abundant, but what is said above must make sense.
After thinking for a while, she came up with an idea.
She raised her head and asked, "How long will it take?"
I didn't dare to ask directly, so I simply asked in disguise to see if there was a reply.
After a while, the echo came, and the voice seemed to ring in her mind, and no one except her could hear it: "Three days."
Then it was confirmed, she said seriously to Thernhill: "Three days, only three days.
Collect as much as possible and transport them all to the ruins, the sooner the better."
Thernhill looked at her, wondering what she was going to do.
All the plants are growing now, and some of them are food, so why collect them?
Omrod was also stunned: "Cheng, why?"
She didn't know what to say.
Maybe it was just a prank, or maybe it had some meaning, but she couldn't figure it out at the moment, and there was only one way to do it.
He said earnestly to Thernhill: "Your Majesty, please listen to me and do this.
There are only three days, all elves have to do it, and they will collect as much as they can."
You may only need a little, but as mentioned above, do as much as possible.
At worst, it will leave a lot of edible silver shavings, throw it out when it becomes moldy, or it will be really useful.
Thernhil looked at her deeply, exhaled and then ordered: "Omrod, do as you do, collect all the elves and transport them to the ruins.
Start now."
Omrod looked at it in surprise, but turned around and did as he was told.
He first went to the lord to convey the Elf King's intention, and then to the elves of his tribe.
Each noble conveyed the message, and the nobles were assigned to squad captains, who led the wooden Department of elf work.
But whether they are nobles or low-level wood elves, they will do their best and work like ants again.
She flew back from the ruins and landed in front of Thernhill: "There was wind along the way.
It seemed that the wind was blowing all the way there.
At the entrance of the ruins, it covered the feet."
Although it was already midnight, the moon had been bright for two years, making the silver flakes shine brighter than the snow before.
And Thernhill's white skin seemed to become more mysterious and more beautiful under the light.
"Thank you.
Thank you for your hard work."
Thurnhill thanked him and then ordered.
Let all the elves go to the ruins overnight and collect them when they are closer to the cave entrance.
Cheng Qianxun didn't want to fly around anymore.
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I was also tired, so I lay down on the carriage to sleep and rest.
The next morning, when it was dark, we were almost at the ruins.
The elves slowed down and began to collect silver shavings along the way.
When the barrier is opened and the silver shavings are taken in, the "thoughts" begin to speak.
Thernhill beside her told her: "It says this is the ashes of the tree of nature and can be eaten.
If stored dry, it will last for several years."
Cheng Qianxun's heart trembled: "Could it be that this is some kind of reminder?"
Thernhill also seemed to have guessed something, and told Omrod to look at the enchantment gate, if he had anything to discuss with her, leave for a while.
The enchantment door needs to be opened with the blood spell of the direct descendant of the Elf King.
It is difficult to enter but easy to come out.
Once opened.
As long as there is an elf at the door, it will not be closed.
But now the silver shavings need to be brought in continuously, and someone has to watch the door and keep it open.
Thurnhill was already able to navigate the seemingly similar aisles with ease.
And you won’t get lost.
Even if you get lost, it’s no problem.
You can ask “thoughts” at any time.
Go to a room.
I followed a few sentences with "thoughts".
"It said that the entire voyage would take about three months."
Thurnhill's words confirmed that this might be the case: "The fuel is not far away, you can go and see it."
"Then go and have a look."
She also wanted to see what the fuel looked like.
All the way forward.
It's like the "thought" is always there, but you just can't see it.
It seems to be everywhere.
Help is always available.
The further inside, the darker it becomes.
There used to be a little light produced by fluorescence on the outside wall, but now there is no light at all.
Thurnhill touched the wall while leading the way: "The energy is exhausted, the lighting system cannot be used, and it is only so dark."
It was that simple.
As soon as she raised her hand, a light emerged from her palm and illuminated the surrounding area.
Thurnhill tilted his head and said, "Yeah, not bad."
He continued moving forward.
We arrived at a door.
This door was very large, but unlike other places, it was closed.
Thurnhill translated Thought's words: "Other doors all open automatically when their energy is exhausted, but not this one."
Thenhill stepped forward and saw a gap in the middle, so he used both hands to open it.
After using some force, the door still didn't move at all.
So he took a step back and looked helplessly: "It looks like we have to find a way to pry it open."
She looked at the door and felt the door. . .
Use your mind to imagine the door opening.
Only a "pop" sound was heard, and the door opened as expected.
Thurnhill said with a bit of amazement this time: "What else can't you do?"
She smiled and said, "Go in."
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When she walked in, it was her turn to be surprised.
This room was very large.
In the dark, this room in a spaceship felt ridiculously large.
Thurnhill pointed ahead: "The energy core is right in front."
She illuminated the ground with the light in her palm.
There was something hanging in front of her.
How could she get through this?
Thurnhill said: "Originally, there was a channel when the energy was not exhausted."
It must be a channel that the central system will automatically close once it is exhausted.
The light in the hand slowly left the palm, and it flew past like a firefly.
When it touched something, it stopped.
It also showed them that there was an altar-like table in the middle, with people standing around it.
Then go over and take a look.
Of course, such a small problem can't trouble her anyway.
She ordered: "Hold me."
Thurnhill was stunned, and she glared: "Hold me tight, otherwise I will pass alone."
If she didn't hold her tightly, she would have to spend an extra point of mana on her hands to catch Thurnhill.
Thurnhill understood, and immediately stepped forward and hugged her shoulders tightly.
She warned: "Hold on tight.
If you fall, I have to find a way to catch you.
I may not be that fast."
"I got it."
Thurnhill simply gave him a bear hug, and he didn't care about anything else at this time.
With luck, the two slowly moved towards the central platform while standing in the air. . .
She didn't feel any difficulty with the extra portion for one person, but she just needed to increase her concentration.
He quickly moved to the platform.
It was made of unknown metal.
It had been there for so long, but the metal did not rot or rust.
It contained quite a lot of technology.
Otherwise, even if the elves have forgotten their original civilization, they can still forge swords that will not rust for thousands of years and are still extremely sharp.
This should be the center of the entire spacecraft, and in the center is a suspended platform.
In the center of the platform is a round basin similar to an altar.
Under the light of mana, an olive-shaped black substance lay in the center of the basin.
About half a palm in size, black with no light at all, like briquettes or metal balls.
"Can I get it?"
Thurnhill asked.
After "Thought" answered, Thurnhill stretched out his hand and slowly grabbed the entire energy core.
"It's very heavy.
I don't know what it is."
Thurnhill took it in his hand, brought it in front of him, and looked at it carefully.
Asked again: "The whole thing can make the entire spaceship fly."
"Gujihexi" thought answer, you can know this without translation, it means "yes".
This nuclear energy thing doesn't look like nuclear energy.
What is it?
It's not dangerous anyway.
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She stretched out her hand: "Let me see."
Thernhill carefully put the energy core into her hand, and she held it carefully and looked at it carefully. . .
A strange thing happened.
The ball of mana light rising from the palm of her other hand seemed to be attracted by the energy core.
A tiny trace of light was pulled over and slowly injected into the energy core.
The two of them were stunned for a moment, watching blankly as the light source continued to be injected, until the ball of light was completely absorbed.
Darkness returned to the surroundings, and then the energy core suddenly emitted a faint light, which then dimmed again.
These "thoughts" suddenly became more talkative, and I talked a lot, as if I was very excited.
It has never been like this before, just like an old man who has not been visited for a long time and suddenly starts talking and keeps talking.
She conjured another ball of light, a little further away from the energy core.
Seeing Thurnhill listening attentively, she asked, "What does it say?"
"I know, don't talk about it yet."
Thernhill said to her: "Cheng, can you inject a little more mana and see what the reaction is.
Thoughts say, it is possible that your power can stimulate the recovery of the energy core."
She burst out laughing, it was so tight, tailor-made for her.
Then give it a try.
She increased her thoughts, and the light ball in her palm suddenly grew larger, illuminating almost the entire room.
"Is this okay?"
She asked.
If this energy goes in and the energy core is shattered, don't blame her.
"Okay."
Thurnhill became nervous: "Just try this."
The ball of light, about the size of a basketball, slowly approached the energy core, and you could see that the edge of the light was once again attracted by the dark energy core, and was injected bit by bit like water. . .
The energy core also slowly lights up.
When all the light sources are injected, the energy core emits a dim light
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