MTL - High Above-v2 Chapter 768 The Unremarkable Siren (1/2)

  Chapter 768 The Plain Siren (12)

  The gray-black clouds seemed to be contaminated by lead, and the sea area from the Nauman Sea to the edge of the Eternal Ocean was shrouded in an unspeakable silence.

   This is the tranquility before the heavy rainfall and the prelude to summer.

It has the same name as the Eternal Silence Ocean, because of the super-giant psionic energy field covering the entire Eternal Silence Ocean, except for storms in the coastal areas, this ocean will not produce any typhoons and storms that are common in other sea areas, only one A steady sea breeze, and a silent heavy rain that seems to cover the whole world.

   But in contrast, the Yongji Ocean itself has an extremely intricate ocean current system.

  The huge potential power of the planet's heat cycle is wrapped in the water body of the ocean, and the siltation is transformed into the nutrient of life. Therefore, the entire Eternal Silence Ocean is a paradise for marine life, and the deep sea of ​​the Eternal Silence Ocean has become an intricate and super-giant maze, where countless sea monsters inhabit and guard the core of the deep sea.

   Maze. Labyrinths exist in every area of ​​Terra.

  Any area that is difficult to explore its core, cannot know its operating principle, and contains huge treasures inside, will be called a labyrinth.

  Since the disaster from the sky, the seeds of the labyrinth have been densely distributed all over the world, almost everywhere. They have become channels for human beings to study pre-era civilization technologies, mines for obtaining key materials, pastures for breeding high-quality monsters, and planting places for producing key elixir.

Adventurers rely on it to exist, countless wild sublimators rise or perish because of the maze, and even the rise and fall of a country may be related to the maze-one of the great forces of Terra, the Fortress of the Mountain in the northern border is from the maze. The legendary Apocalypse Armed Forces was obtained in the middle of the country, and then it was able to become independent from the behemoth of the Setar Empire, and became a big country with a famous name among the countries.

  Hundreds of years of coexistence and development have made the labyrinth a very important, even core part of Terra civilization.

Even, some scholars believe that the entire planet Terra itself is a huge labyrinth, and the existing human beings are just "labyrinth species" living in the huge cage called "Terra Labyrinth", which is already different from The people of Terra in the pre-epoch civilization existed completely differently.

   Only when human beings leave Terra and stand overlooking Terra, will human beings know what kind of complex and delicate maze they are in.

  The elf Grave Feiye disagrees with the argument that 'Terra is a huge labyrinth'.

  However, after fifty years away from his hometown, when he looked at his hometown far away from the Canaan Moore empire, he suddenly realized that he was indeed in an extremely huge maze.

  The labyrinth named Elven Society.

  This labyrinth is exquisite and complex, full of mysteries and terrible crises, it can kill people at any time but it can provide incredible wealth, all the things that adventurers want are in it.

Yes.

   Only by leaving the maze can you see its true face.

   But now, he was going back there... back to the maze that suffocated him.

   Return to hometown.

  Grey clouds suppressed and rolled, and the air was filled with a moist atmosphere. The old elf with red hair and blue eyes stood beside the side of the "Siren" and stared at the far sea in the east. At some point in the sky, it began to rain heavily, and the rolling lead cloud quietly released the moisture it had accumulated, creating endless ripples on the surface of the Eternal Silence Ocean.

  The wind is from west to east, and the sails of the Siren are beating. Although it is an extremely advanced alchemy ship, it also has a part of the wind structure in order to cope with the complex and changeable ocean environment of Terra.

  The sound of the sails rolling past the ears, causing the long red hair to slap the cheeks and blow in the direction of Canaan Moore.

   "Hometown..."

  The elf with long beard and hair stroked his long beard. He looked at the sea covered in rainwater in front of him, and a mocking smile appeared on his face because of this word.

  For Gravy Feiye, what is the hometown? Is it the playing and squabbling with childhood sweethearts in childhood, or the sweet wind blowing from the red maple forest all over the mountains and plains in my hometown?

   These are too far away.

  Having been away from Canaan Moor for fifty years, Gravey has lived in the Setar Empire far longer than in his hometown. In fact, his status in the empire is higher than that in his hometown, and he is more like an imperial person in terms of speech, behavior and logic.

  Fifty years have boiled this loyal young elite lurking in the empire into an old man full of doubts and resentment towards his hometown.

  Fifty years have also made the two countries, which were on guard against each other, become strategic allies who are so close to each other and even signed an alliance with each other.

   Even, the two sides even exchanged part of the list of spies, and both sides allowed some of the other party's spies to return safely, and carried out targeted cooperation on these projects.

  Glavey's lurking project is one of them. The elf stretched out his hand, and he stroked his cheek. No matter how much he maintained himself, even if he was an ascendant, he was already eighty-five years old, and he was beginning to enter old age.

   Wrinkles began to emerge, but the project he had been lurking all his life was betrayed by his own people, and it became a 'chip' between the two countries to openly show their favor to each other.

  Then what is the point of his fifty years of dedication and self-sacrifice?

  Has he been like a clown for most of his life?

  Elf.

  In ancient legends, elves are almost immortal species of longevity, long-lived, elegant, artistic and dexterous race.

   They are synonymous with beauty and strength, the darlings of nature, the children of the forest.

   But in reality, elves are no different from humans.

  The elves are dexterous, have advantages in psychic power, and have a fast nerve response, but the people of all the plains also have their own abilities.

  Whether it is the psionic talent of the white people, the regional adaptability of the gold people, or the strong body of the iron people, all of them are not inferior to the talents of elves.

Moreover, there is no advantage in the longevity of the elves... Maybe it was a little different before the disaster of the sky, but after the disaster of the sky, the elves are essentially just a big, unremarkable human being planted by the "Tara Humans". Branch only.

  So, fifty years is extremely long for elves.

Gravey was also severely damaged by the biological epidemic poison due to the experiment. His life span is not long, and the mission he insisted on all his life has become a joke. If his life ends like this, the epitaph will probably only have The next blank.

   Not because there is nothing to write, but if it were written, it would look like a joke.

   So he had to do something.

   Not for the motherland. The motherland, Canaan Moor, betrayed him. Although he understood the struggle and alliance between the two countries, the enthusiasm in his heart had become weak and cold.

   Not for family. Fifty years later, when he was lurking back then, he had already left with the feeling that he was already dead, his parents had long since passed away, and other people, whether it was the girl from his hometown or a friend, had already married and become wives or I don't remember myself anymore.

   Just for myself.

  Glavey closed his eyes. Master bioalchemist, Grand Scholar Gravy Feiye immersed his heart in his research.

  For fifty years, he has been relying on this method to survive the boundless and long lonely night, using pure academics to soothe his doubts and shaken heart again and again.

   Just for myself.

   Just an explanation for my dream.

At this moment, scenes of past images appeared in Gravey's mind. When his teacher in Canaan Moore, Master Dimeka, showed himself his incredible research, he was shocked from the depths of his heart. with longing.

  Teacher’s face full of burning ambition and endless thirst for knowledge coincides with the face that was later unable to do what he wanted due to aging and full of regrets. His last instructions are still echoing in my ears until now.

   "Grawi...remember, our research...is for all elves."

At that time, Gravey, who was only in his thirties, had a face full of ambition and endless thirst for knowledge. He was exactly the same as his teacher. He listened to the other party's teachings and clenched his fists: "We are to make all elves become real. Fight for the 'elf'!"

  —Longevity, sharpness, beauty, elegance...not a mediocre elf like now, but a truly perfect one, just like the elves in stories and legends!

   "But in this regard, the most studied are the empires and the capitals of learning...bring them back. Bring the future back, bring back our homeland!"

open one's eyes.

  The old red-haired elf is not as old as when his teacher died of illness, but the signs of decline have already begun to appear.

  He has indeed fulfilled the teacher's obsession.

  He brought back the 'treasure' that the empire has been studying... even if it was only a part.

   This is exactly why Gravey is dissatisfied with his motherland and hometown. Canaan Moor's councilors and bureaucrats are too cautious and too old-fashioned. Their research has so far been limited to Warcraft and experimenters, far less efficient and radical than the Imperial Academy of Gnosis and the Academy of Truth. It's not a humanitarian concern. Gravey is very clear that the reason why the House of Lords cannot make a decision is precisely because the elves' political system determines that they restrain each other. Obstruct and suppress.

   This is also the reason why my teacher struggled all his life for Canaan Moore, but he could not get the final result after a lifetime. The political system of the elves is doomed to such an ending that drags each other down.

  Yes, the parliament will not make the worst choice, and will not usher in unimaginably huge turmoil like the Dark Moon turmoil like the Empire, but this also makes Canaan Moore a stagnant backwater.

   It's not that the elves are not as smart as the Imperials, nor are they lacking in talented researchers like the Imperials, nor is it because they don't have a mature talent training system.

  The backwardness of the elves is only because of the internal social structure.

   Simply because of politics.

   Too stupid, too locked-in. The old man couldn't help sighing.

  What I have seen and what I have learned from the Academy of Spiritual Knowledge can reflect the ignorance and slowness of Canaan Moore. The people of the empire did dare to open up. It is worthy of the fact that the Lost Era has expanded from a city to dominate half of the continent. Even if it is weak, it is still exploring the frontier.

  Glavey still remembers what he saw at the headquarters of the Institute of the Intellect when he arrived in the imperial capital, a majestic city not inferior to the world tree capital. It was like a mountain and a sea, filled with millions of classics, research materials and detailed explanations in pictures and texts, which made me feel dizzy when I was still young.

To learn all of this and obtain the knowledge that can help the elves in the future, I am afraid it will take an infinitely long time... Knowledge has no limit, but human cognition does. Grave has been studying latently for fifty years, and finally got a few a simple conclusion.

   "Life is not bound by form...the soul is not bound by state."

The old elf whispered to himself, and he recited the core conclusions he had obtained from years of research: "Not only elves, but all life on Terra can evolve again... starting from the most fundamental origin, reorganizing and repeating, changing into a more perfect life."

   "But this process is too transcendent and contrary to human relations. Even the Academy of Gnosis can't go deeper... Or, they have already found what they want, and what I want is still in a deeper place."

Yes.

  The reason why Gravey made up his mind to return to Canaan Moore was not for the motherland or his family.

  If he is willing, he who has become a master alchemist will be accepted by any country. There is no need to go back as a discovered spy, but he will be more grandly welcomed by the empire to stay.

  The reason why Gravey decided to return to the country was because he knew that if he stayed in the empire, he would have no chance to continue his crazy research.

That being the case, why not go back to Canaan Moore, under the guise of continuing research, open up a laboratory and then conduct secret underground experiments... In this era of good relations between the two countries, his awkward identity will make him a marginal figure , but this is the best result.

   Not to mention...he brought back that 'treasure'.

  The wreckage of the ancient thing that made the Gnostic Academy start many subjects and experiments...Although it is only a part of it, for that kind of creature, part is equal to completeness.

  As long as he has it, even if he is alone, Gravey firmly believes that he can continue his research!

   "Mr...." The cautious voice of the ship attendant came from behind: "The Siren has detected a large number of monster clusters migrating not far away. After that, it may speed up to avoid, and there may be some bumps..."

   "If it is not necessary, please go back to the cabin."

The Siren is a diplomatic ship designed by Canaan Moore at the flagship level of the fleet. It is equipped with a large number of armed forces. Even if it encounters a swarm of monsters, it will not suffer any loss. The captain is a strong man of the third level. Or, even more reassuring.

   But if possible, there is still no need to fight a group of wild beasts. There are all distinguished guests from Canaan Moore on board, and everyone must be received with the most solemn etiquette, so it is natural to be cautious.

"Ok."

  Gravey straightened his collar, he responded indifferently, and then prepared to return to the cabin.

  While passing through the corridor inside the ship, one could faintly hear the whispers of complaints among the sailors.

   "It's impossible for monsters to migrate on this route, right?"

   "Warcraft are not stupid, and all the stupid ones have died long ago. This time it doesn't feel normal."

   "In short, prepare for battle."

  Glavey didn't pay too much attention to these exchanges. The old man also passed a young white-haired scholar by the way. He subconsciously looked up at the other person, gave a secret praise in his heart, and then thought of himself back then, feeling a little sad.

  ——He was also a well-known handsome boy back then, with countless suitors, but his life, which was originally full of flowers and brocades, was all dedicated to the motherland, but now it has come to an end...

  He shook his head and left.

  But the white-haired young man stopped. He frowned slightly and looked at the back of the old man.

   "Super biological erosion?"

  Ian frowned, his eyes lit up with a silver-blue light, he looked at Gravey, and also passed through the layers of steel, looking at the corner of the Siren's cabin.

  The young man thought to himself: "This old scholar, won't it have something to do with that scary bright thing in the cabin?"

   "At first I thought that the Siren looked ordinary, but in fact, whether it is itself or the people inside, each of them has unique skills and has its own characteristics..."

   "There are too many demons and ghosts."

  (end of this chapter)