Arcane Journey

Chapter 368 Myth Draenor
There was a time when dense jungles stretched north from Starfall to the Fields of Pain, west across the Pass of Thunder Peak, and around the rocky terrain of the Stormhorn Mountains.

The shade of trees stretched across Dragon Bay, interrupted only by occasional peaks, clearings of fallen trees, and scars from fires caused by lightning.

In ancient times, because the ogres, deer, bears and roth beasts that infested the open rocky land on the west side of the valley were the dragon's favorite food, the dragon would occasionally visit the deep forest sea of ​​the valley.

With the decline of the dragon clan, the elves, the original gardeners of the forest, came here.

They built a sacred and beautiful landscape around Lake Seber.Near the tree of elves in the north, they saw the miracle of Corellon Larisian, the supreme god of elves.

The elves established a settlement there - still known today as the Elven Court.

Here, the ancient elven kingdom of Comanthor gradually prospered.During that time, the elves lived freely in their forest...

After 4000 years of history in the Cormanthor Kingdom, it is the era of the gradual rise of human beings.

When humans took control of the edge of this once endless forest and began to cut down, they forcibly opened a road in the quiet forest

And Xiaoji's actions made the elves more and more angry.Lumberjacks, adventurers, and farmers who were too daring to venture deep into the great green barriers of the ancient elf forests met their doom under the arrows of the elves.

But human beings in the same amount as insects still come in like a tide.

Oaks fell under their axes, then shadows and sunsets.

Finally, they brought their own swords and mages to deal with the elves' bows.

Around -200DR, scattered human farms and villages began to appear on the fringes of Cormanthor.

With resistance from the elves hindering the logging process, human colonies became scattered and isolated, rather than cutting down forests recklessly and building large-scale farm.

Altargrim, the Elven King and Crowned, foresaw that if they continued to fight endlessly against the human settlers, they would eventually bring disaster on their own people.

Therefore, he began to formulate a valley treaty between the elves of the forest empire Comanthor and the valley dwellers. Human and elf mages built a standing stone in the center of Comanthor together to symbolize the relationship between the two races of humans and elves. Coexist in peace.

In return for a promise not to cut down the Cormanthor woods any further, the Valemen's ancestors obtained permission from the Elves to settle on the fringes of those forests where no giant trees grew.

It was also in this era, when the early Valley people struggled hard for survival, that the elves of the Cormanthor Kingdom became strong and confident.

In 261 DR, the wearer made a major decision, turning the center of the kingdom, the city of elves, into an open city--Myth Drannor.

Myth Drannor welcomes the arrival of any race, and this golden age lasted for nearly five centuries.

During this period, Myth Dranno reached unprecedented heights in art, craft and culture.

Myth Dranno, the city of singing, is also known as a unique city in the history of the mainland.

The prosperity of Myth Drannor protected the residents of the valley from the embarrassing early stage of development.

Sadly, the city was destroyed in 714DR, and this gave the people of the Vale an opportunity for development that would never have been possible while the power of the elves was still alive.

When Myth Drannor collapsed, few elves were able to escape from the demons, devils and dragons who swarmed the ruins of the city. These surviving elves could only bring their remaining
The treasures, magic and knowledge of the ancients went to the adjacent valley.

Today, most Valley people still abide by the principles set forth in the treaty, despite the fact that the treaty is no longer valid.

Tradition superseded the influence of Elvish influence as the main driving force for the observance of the Treaty, which still effectively protects Cormanthor's frontiers today.

Nearly half a century ago, during the time of the Great Elf Retreat, more than 90 percent of the so-called Elves migrated to Evermeet or to the west.Only a small number of elves remained here, or migrated to the valley.

Afterwards, all that remained of this vast forest were ancient ruins infested with demons, a few elven settlements, and... drow returning to the surface.

The 'Great Elven Migration' left many areas in and around the Elven Court empty.

Certain drow families in the Underdark have become restless as a result.

They sent out small scouting parties first, then larger armies, and when the land was completely conquered, slaves and belongings were brought here.

The dark elves are migrating to the depths of the Comanthor forest step by step, looking for the land where their ancestors once lived, searching for the high magic of the elves - the mystery of the lock...

However, with the appearance of the Elven Expeditionary Army from Evermeet Island, Comanthor, including Myth Dranno in the depths of the forest, is being gradually recovered, trying to rebuild.

The ancient Comanthor forest.

The towering ancient giant trees cover the entire sky, and there are only shades and emerald green in sight. As the elf expeditionary force continues to expel monsters from the Comanthor Forest, this ancient forest gradually exudes new vitality. , The huge guide stones contain strong magic power, so Brian doesn't have to worry about getting lost.

Strictly speaking, Comanthor is a primitive forest area. After the elves moved from here in ancient times, the forest was abandoned and became a paradise for monsters.

Up to now, with the arrival of the Elven Expeditionary Army, humans and other races have also gathered here because of the treasures of the Elven Royal Court.

As a result, elves, humans, and other races set up settlement sites one by one, with different population sizes, and the forest roads connecting these sites, as well as the guiding stones containing magic power, are undoubtedly safe.

Because groups of pioneers sprinkled blood in the forest, these guide stones were activated and settlements were established.

Outside the roads and settlements, there is an unknown dangerous area. If an adventurer shuttles here, he is most likely to be besieged and killed by wandering drows on the way. Secondly, if he ventures into the cemetery of ancient elves, he will also be killed by elf ghosts.

As night approached, Myth Draenor, an elf city that hadn't been rebuilt, was crowded with people and the atmosphere was noisy.

At this moment, the city has once again become a bustling place, with elegant spiers towering over the forest line, and some structures on the outskirts of the city have been completely restored or replaced by other new buildings.

At present, as the elf expeditionary force drives out the monsters of Cormanthor, the only dilapidated city in this ancient forest is full of adventurers, mercenaries trying to find gold in the elf king's court, as well as people who are looking for ancient elf art and magic. scholars.

Brian also saw that the temple of Corellon, the main god of elves, had already been built to manage and maintain order in the city.

Other elf gods, such as the goddess of life, Angress, the goddess of the winged elves, Adri, the god of the forest, Rillifane, etc., have already started to assist the Church of Corellon in governing and rebuilding the city.

From this, it can be seen how determined the elves are to recover Myth Dranno and gain a foothold in the Comanthor Forest this time.

Brian didn't immediately choose to explore the Tower of Windsong in the depths of Myth Draenor, which has not yet been visited by elves, but chose to settle in an elf hotel.

Compared with the noisy environment of human and dwarf hotels, the elf tavern is very quiet.

The beautiful elf waitress came gracefully, wearing a green silk dress that set off her temperament very well, her long golden hair flowed down, and her green pupils were full of friendly smiles.

"Dear guest, welcome to the Tree Hole Hotel, what do you need?"

"Food and drinks." Brian tapped his fingers on the wooden table, "Please serve some more expensive signature food."

After a while, a chic fruit platter, a jug of strong berry wine, and steaming meat dishes and bread crusts were brought over.

"I wish you a pleasant meal." The female elf put down the food, her blue eyes swept over Brian, and then walked away with a smile.

Brian sat at the original tree stump wooden table and tasted the sumptuous dinner delivered by the golden elf maid.

Since the Elven Expeditionary Army expelled Myth Drannor's demon-born elves and drow elves, most of the elves from around the Comanthor Forest have relocated to this place, forming the prosperous scene in front of them.

After all, he has known for a long time that the elves can fully recover this area, and scholars from all over the continent will gather here to study elf magic and break those barriers that are no longer under control.

A middle-aged male elf bard who believed in Corellon sat on the long board in the corner, drank some light fruit wine, plucked the strings, and chanted in pure Elvish language praising Corellon's A poem written by Gruumsh, the orc god of war.

Seeing that he couldn't find any useful information here, Brian finished his dinner, got up and went back to his hotel room to rest.

In the early morning of the next day, Brian left the Elf Hotel and walked towards the depths of Myth Drannor.

As he proceeded cautiously, he could clearly feel that the closer he got to the direction of the Windsong Tower, the more eerie the surrounding atmosphere became.

Even Brian could hear a low cry, faintly.

As soon as Brian walked within the range of the Windsong Tower, there was a vigilant whistle from the surrounding trees, and several male and female elf rangers stood on the branches.

One of them was a graceful blond female elf, who seemed to be a golden elf, dressed in brown leather armor, with a black-gray cloak hanging behind her shoulders, and her whole body melted into the shadow of the treetops.

If it weren't for the golden hair flowing from the hood that was too dazzling in the darkness, Brian wouldn't even be able to find his position immediately.

"This is Myth Draenor's forbidden area, and no adventurer is allowed to trespass." The female elf said coldly. Two elf rangers armed with long swords and bows followed a giant wolf the size of a calf. Emerge from the shadows of the forest.

Brian didn't explain too much, but showed the key to the Tower of Windsong, a simple ring with elven runes engraved on it.

"It's Ms. Sirinxi's Ring of Windsong." Seeing this ring, the female elf suddenly showed a surprised expression, and then said respectfully, "Then your Excellency should be the Lord Protector of the Kingdom of Cormyr."

"Please, Mr. Brian." The elf rangers moved out of the way, "We have received an advance reminder from Ms. Sirinxi."

It seems that all of this is in Sirinxi's calculations, Brian thought to himself, then nodded and walked towards the Windsong Tower.

As soon as Brian stepped into the range of the Tower of Windsong, he heard a lonely voice in the forest, singing a very sad melody.

The general meaning of the song is: Tall trees grow in a hidden open space, under a tower that is not a tower, guarded by a guardian who holds the power of Mystra, guarding its safety.

He was stunned, and cautiously followed the direction of the voice.

He saw a ghostly male moon elf sitting on a rock, playing sad songs with his empty hands.

After realizing that the opponent's strength was not very strong, Brian took the initiative to show up and walked over.

"Hi, excuse me." He greeted first, "I can hear the sadness in your song, so I'm curious if you're missing something."

The elf ghost stared at Brian silently for a long time, shook his head slightly, and said slowly in a sad voice, "I don't know what I lost. One night two days ago, I had a dream. I dreamed of a man wearing The mysterious stranger in the green clothes told me about the stolen golden tree, and this mysterious stranger wanted me to help him to spread the news to the farther area of ​​Myth Draenor."

Golden trees?
When Brian heard the words, he immediately realized that what this elf ghost was referring to was probably another complete set of Nether scrolls in the legend.

"Dear adventurer, do you have a dream?" Just as Brian was thinking about the question, the elf ghost said again:

"My dream began when a man in green approached me. He never said his name, but he was a golden elf, he was tall, fair-skinned, fair-haired, and he wore half a mask over his eyes. mask, a dark green cloak over his traveling clothes, and soft boots, he spoke to me of the tree, a very special beech, as if he had guarded it all his life.

It is said that this tree is very special.And holds some great magical secrets.The mysterious stranger did not specify what happened to the tree, but he made it clear that someone stole it.

Sounds weird, I know, but thankfully, the tree wasn't dead, it was stolen, the mystery man didn't say who took them, but he seemed to know.He seemed to want someone to look at the area where the trees were, someone stronger than me.He asked me to sing the story of this to anyone who would listen, and he looked very sad that the golden beech was lost. "

(End of this chapter)