Chapter 57 The Well of Eternity

The Winged Men have always served in the Elven armies, and are prized sky soldiers. Bruce, as a forest ranger, has had many encounters with them, but he knows that their current leader has always been referred to as 'The Chief". So who was this winged man, who was clearly a powerful king? He was a bit nervous. This winged man is a big shot. Opposite Bruce. Mike was also sizing up the primitive elf who was clearly looking nervous. Although a little uncomfortable with the current elf's face and form, he took the initiative to speak. 'As you can see, I am a winged man, coming here after the winged people who traveled east back in the day! Forgive me also for being curious, as I have seen, what race you are, it looks somewhat similar to the trolls of Ferelands." Mack asked knowingly. Sure enough, the primitive elf on the opposite side hurriedly shook his head when he heard Mack comparing him to the trolls. 'Honorable Lord Winged People who came from afar, I am Bruce, the forest ranger of this village. The winged people who fight valiantly in the skies will always be the companions of the elven race, and I am willing to answer your questions!" 'As you say, we were once indeed trolls, but look at us now, we are much different from the rude trolls, we are now Elves!" 'Elves, nice name." Mike smiled slightly. 'Not bad, it is said that this is the name of the race given to us by our great ancestor, the first Elf King Otos, after he heard the sound of the silver moon!" 'Sound of the Silver Moon?" Mike caught the eye of one of the words. 'That's right, the Sound of the Silver Moon!" Bruce the Elf's face was filled with adoration! 'It's actually the oracle of the Silver Moon Goddess. Back then, it was the Goddess who sheltered us so that we could come all the way to Nadashir without any problems!" Silver Moon Goddess, how did she appear in the Elven race, isn't she still sleeping in the Silver Moon? Mike frowned slightly, his face somewhat gloomy. It was then that he realized that above the clothes of the Elven Ranger Bruce in front of him, there was a small Silver Moon logo! What an outstanding ah! That Silver Moon Goddess in the heavens had actually started in laying out the Elf Clan so long ago, something he had never expected. At this moment, he desperately wanted to go to the elf's royal capital to find out what was going on! Feeling the change in Mike's demeanor, the ranger was a bit bewildered, not knowing what had gone wrong with his answer. But luckily Mike's expression quickly returned to normal and asked with a smile. 'Alright, Bruce. Now, I would like to visit the royal capital of your elven race, can you show me the way?" 'Of course, my lord!" Bruce placed the equipment and dried food he was holding in his right hand on the ground for the time being, and held out his hand to point in the direction of north by east. 'The royal capital of my clan, Teiraner is in this direction, so my lord will just follow it. In addition, along the way, your honor will most likely run into your fellow winged people!" 'Their settlement is near the royal capital, and they usually patrol around it!" Mike sniffed, patted his shoulder, and laughed. 'Thanks a lot, Bruce!" Then he turned around, lifted his wings, and flew away. Along the way. Mike passed through quite a few more villages and small towns of the Elves, and the closer he got to the Elves' royal capital, the more densely populated it became. But without exception, under his careful observation, every elf settlement was filled with traces of the Silver Moon Goddess. This gave him a sense of urgency and a great deal of doubt as to how that sleeping Silvermoon Lord was able to do all of this. The elf's royal capital was named Tayiranl, a location that was finally chosen by the first generation elf king after searching all over the Nadashir Forest. It was in the central region of the Nadashir Forest, with rich soil and water, flat terrain, and not far from the various locations in Nadashir, the influence of the capital of Tayiranl was able to radiate to the entire forest. When Mike flew far into the vicinity of Tayiranl, he first saw a nearly 1,000-meter-high verdant giant tree standing in the center of the forest, lush and lush as a cover! It was like a huge wave rising from a sea of green. Below the giant tree, the trees were like small grasses growing under the tree, the contrast was obvious. The umbrella formed by the huge canopy cast a large shadow, and a city with very elven characteristics was built under the shadow of the giant tree. Exquisite houses, not too wide and not too narrow streets, and the Silver Moon symbols that could be seen everywhere on the streets, and flowers everywhere. The summer sun shone in them, giving them a leisurely and peaceful atmosphere. A river ran through the elven city, bringing coolness and moisture to the city. Mike stood in the sky, at a place big enough to overlook half of the city, and looked at the gigantic thousand meter tree not far away. The last time he had seen such a giant tree was the Father of Oaks. However, in Mike's perception. This giant tree didn't have any intelligent aura, but its vitality was extremely vigorous, and a strange force field emanated from it from the inside out. It was an unrivaled life force. Just as Mack stood in mid-air and leisurely looked down, a silver-haired winged man lifted his wings and flew up into mid-air, approaching him, and when he was far away, he shouted. 'My kindred, have you forgotten what the chief warned us. Though we are winged men, the closest brothers of the Elves. But it is also not possible to casually stand in vain over the Elven royal capital, this is impolite behavior." 'Come down with me." However, Mack did not reply to him and instead looked at the giant tree in the center of Tayiranar and asked. 'Do you know, where did this thousand meter giant tree in the center of Tayiranl come from?" 'Dear fellow clan member, have you lost your memory?!" The winged man flew in front of Mike and explained. 'This giant tree, in fact, is also called Taylaner. It was the seed that a nature titan named Tayiranl transformed into himself back then, before the ancestors of the elves, the Giant Wood Clan, traveled east." 'After their ancestors, the Giant Wood Clan, traveled east, they came to the central part of the Nadashir Forest, in what is now known as Taylanr, and planted the Titan's 'Nature's Seed" in the forest." 'The Seed of Nature broke through the ground the next year, and grew year after year!" 'Until now, Teiraner is still growing, as if there is no limit." After saying that, he approached Mack and was shocked. It was then that he realized that Mac was not all the winged people he knew! And when Mike turned his head to look at him with his eyes, a feeling of majesty and vastness, as if a king had descended from the nine heavens, as if it had crashed into his heart, and that respect, as if it had originated from his bloodline, instantly overwhelmed him. Another look, this is not the chief grandfather collection of portraits, that great winged man king? 'You ..... You are ......" The winged man's voice trembled. He was sure and not sure. Facing the winged man's eyes full of respect, Mike said gently. 'Son, I come from the east coast of Losendas on the continent of Ferland, my name is Mack!" 'The east coast of the Ferland continent, that was the ancestral land of my people before they traveled east!" 'You said your name is Yu! Uriel! You are King Uriel!" The touch in the depths of his bloodline made the winged man all agitated, and the clan's records and rumors made him quite certain. 'Are you the Ancestor King of all the Winged People, as recorded in the clan?!" Ancestor King? A chic title. 'It's me!" Mike nodded affirmatively. 'The original is my king!" The winged man exclaimed in surprise. 'Please wait a little while for the king, I will now go to my clan's land and lead my people to come and pay homage to the king!" Mike was going to say that it was not necessary. But looking at the winged man's expectant and excited eyes, and remembering that those fifty winged men traveled far and wide to come to a strange continent, took root and never went back, and even the very first batch of people died in a foreign land, he couldn't help but soften his heart and said. 'Go on, bring them to me!" He had all but assumed that these winged people wouldn't remember him. More than fifteen hundred years had passed. The years had passed, and the winged people over here had passed on for an unknown number of generations, so it was normal for them to not recognize him! He was all prepared for that! But he didn't expect that in a world with transcendentals, the power of bloodlines was so pure and strong that it was able to make the descendants after more than a thousand years, maintain the same worship as their ancestors. Everything was possible! Within a few moments. Hula-hula thousands of winged people flew up into the mid-air. At the head of the group was an old winged man, who held an ancient sheepskin portrait in his hands, flew in front of Mike, and opened the portrait to compare it.