Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

"Sir! Sir!"

An elves hurried towards this side.

"Calm, Mr. Myron, always with grace and poise, we are the Royal Navy."

Ser Taizer said gracefully, teasing the bird.

"Yes... I'm sorry, ser."

The elf stood still, calmed down, took a deep breath, and then said: "A group of reconnaissance teams found a very strange item on the island... Even if the Sacred Seal Island suppresses extraordinary power, they still have that item. I felt the purest magic power."

Jazz moved slightly.

Although the story of Sacred Seal Island has become a legend and gradually disappeared in the long river of history, the long lifespan of the elves and the stable national system ensure the preservation of some information. Been to some descriptions about this.

It's not very detailed, but it's complete enough.

It is said that before the distant years, a group of evil and greedy traitors of various races held an evil ceremony on the island of Saint India in order to obtain powerful power, opened the curtain of the world, and opened the portal to the emptiness and chaos, from which the terrifying spiritual creatures surging out.

The continent is about to become a chaotic meal, and the end of the world is at hand.

At this time, the divine incarnations of the gods came to the plane, and they destroyed the spiritual creatures that rushed out of the curtain with their supreme power, closed the door to destruction, and gave those greedy and pathetic traitors a gift. Eternal torture and punishment erased all traces of this place.

The doomsday crisis is over.

This is the story and the truth recorded in the history books of the elves... at least that's what the public version says.

Sir Taizer is wise enough to know that he cannot trust the integrity of historians, especially when it comes to the history books of the gods, the content of which often deviates from the truth, but he is only a small Royal Navy officer , have no interest in finding out the truth of history.

But he was interested in wealth and power. He longed to be favored by the great nobles of the capital, to be promoted, to be admired by the queen, and to gain more honor and power.

It's hard to get these.

Because the Royal Navy and even the entire dynasty army has many middle and lower rank officers like him, they all have good backgrounds, they are all young, eager to make a career, ambitious, serve the dynasty faithfully, and keep accumulating merits - but that too Slow, all elves are climbing up, which means that there are countless competitors, and if you want to stand out, you must find another way.

Learn to seize opportunities.

Opportunities are only given to the prepared elves.

Like now.

The ancient legends have been wiped out. Today's Shengyin Island is fragrant with birds and flowers, and the vegetation is lush. The grand scene of the past no longer exists. Everything the traitors built here has been completely annihilated in the wrath of the gods, and everything has become The ironclad words in the history books can never be changed.

But what if... what was left?

This is a place destroyed by the gods.

Everything related to the gods must be magical, shocking, and powerful.

Just like the invisible enchantment covering the entire island, suppressing all extraordinary power, this must be the trace of power left by the gods, which can turn a powerful magus into a mortal elf with no power.

Well, if.

What if there's still something left on the island...that hasn't been destroyed by the gods?

Jazz was shocked.

The things that can survive under the wrath of the gods must be extremely powerful sacred artifacts. Such treasures are priceless. An accomplished powerhouse can understand and analyze another peerless powerhouse from this sacred artifact. The way, even, these holy artifacts have been baptized by the power of the gods, and are easily contaminated with... divinity.

If you find these things on the island.

If you can dedicate these things to the country.

It can even be secretly hidden and dedicated to a certain noble.

This is a shortcut, to accumulate merit faster than his colleagues and gain the favor of the noble.

On to the pinnacle of elves.

At this moment, countless thoughts passed through Sir Taizer's mind. He was thinking, if there is something to be gained on the island, how should it be defined as "private victory" rather than "warship achievement".

It's difficult...because he's just a marine captain, and his rank and status are completely superior to him, including the captain and the magician with deep magic power.

But it's not impossible... He has to weigh the risks and pros and cons.

But before that, let's take a look at the findings of the investigative team that made great achievements.

Ser Taizer calmed down and said calmly, "Bring a few people and bring that thing back."

The liaison officer led the way.

The marine captain's mood became very good, even if this discovery was finally defined as a group victory, his achievements as the marine captain and the commander of the search operation were not small, and this was an additional gain.

"Little guy, this surprise may be brought by you."

He stared at the island in front of him, as if he was looking at a treasure trove of meritorious deeds. He looked at the mountains in the distance and casually teased the parrot on his shoulder: "The items that can make the sergeants feel extraordinary must be a good thing, and I will make a merit for it. Speaking of which, I would also like to thank the... traitors of the various races."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a chill for no reason.

It felt extremely dangerous, as if being stared at by something.

The next moment, the feeling was gone, fleeting, as if it were a hallucination, and Ser Taizer looked around blankly and warily, but found nothing.

The parrot on his shoulder flapped his wings, as if there was a word brewing. In the end, the bird could bear it, and it stared at the warship at sea again, with a terrifying look in its eyes.

The elf returned very quickly, bringing with him what Ser Taizer wanted.

Sir Taizer saw his adjutant holding a rattan box, which should have been temporarily constructed by the investigation team, and the valuable item was placed in this box.

"Sir, the investigation team brings greetings."

Taizai took the box and replied casually, "The Royal Navy will remember their contribution."

Then he couldn't wait to open the box.

Shining light blooms from it.

The gentle magical aura shone in Ser Taizer's eyes, and the sentimental elf, bathed in the light, murmured, "This power...is the starlight in the dark..."

He reached out and took the weapon out of the box.

It's not so much a weapon as it is a fragment of a weapon. The broken fracture made the elf heartache for a while.

But then, he whimpered.

"This…"

In his hand is a very strange weapon.

This weapon is like a part of a staff, but it is also like a warhammer, but whether it is a staff or a warhammer, its color... is a bit cute.

The long-handled part is pink, the top is like a bird's head, the front half is a blood-red pointed cone, and the back half is two pure white feathers, and the roots of the feathers are also inlaid with bright lights. The round ruby ​​exudes a very extraordinary atmosphere.

What is certain is that the person who uses this weapon must be a very cute little girl.

Holding the remaining part of the weapon in his hand, Sir Taizer felt an extremely warm and agile power. This power even changed his mood, making him want to hum and dance involuntarily. He couldn't help thinking of dancing under the moon tree in the capital. The young girls, they are carefree, they sing indulgently, and the fluffy skirt corners fly with the breeze.

And Ser Taizer even wanted to join them.

"What a... interesting little girl." He sighed softly, "What a pity."

Putting the weapon back in the box, Sir Taizer pondered for a moment, but after all, he did not dare to swallow the discovery alone. After all, there were many witnesses, and he could not stop everyone's mouths.

Since it can't be swallowed alone, let's expand the credit.

He said, "Mr. Myron, take the boat back to the Wing of Wayne and hand it over to the Master."

"Yes, sir."

In the sky, a seabird hovered.

Soon, the pigeon fell from the sky and landed on Kant's shoulder, cooing.

Kant took out the notebook, and the pigeon pecked one of the patterns with its beak, so he nodded, took out the pen, ticked off the pattern, and took out the map for comparison.

The princess next to her asked, "Kant, what's the matter?"

Kant said: "Oh, it's nothing, a team of elves found the gadgets I left behind. They seem to take it seriously and have sent people back to the ship."

"what?"

Kant was looking at the map and replied casually: "A warhammer, the Skullbreaker named Crowrido."

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