The Tirne River is like a silk fabric falling in forests, canyons and grasslands, winding and twisting. After passing through the towns and cities dotted downstream, Griffith once again returned to the vicinity of Tulan Swamp. The shore near the heavily guarded fortress was very deserted and lonely.
He looked to the east again at the ruins hidden underground. Just seeing the mist-shrouded swamps and hills made his heart beat faster and he hurriedly looked away.
The air echoed with the never-ending sound of wind that sounded like a horn, and the vegetation and scenery on the ground were as lifeless as before.
If he hadn't known that the most prosperous town in the world lay ahead, the desolation on both sides would have deterred him, and he would have jumped ship and fled to the civilized world downstream.
Canaan, the most gorgeous diamond in the crown of civilization, the kingdom of elves, why is it located in such a place?
Griffith felt inexplicably frightened and hurried back to his cabin.
He was lying on the bed, losing interest in reading "Ann Hathaway" and playing with the echo crystal with dull eyes. If the distance between him and Galadia is no more than one kilometer or if they are relayed by the Echo Hub, this crystal will allow them to hear each other's voices.
Now, of course, he couldn't hear Miss Elf's words, but he heard some strange intermittent words. In addition to the official scheduled broadcasts of weather and time, some strange sounds can occasionally be heard in the crystal.
They must have come from far-flung frontiers, where only unregulated sounds could be made.
"Dulan's traveler is packing for his journey."
"Dulan is still sunny and sunny today."
These broken words are beyond comprehension. However, as an intelligence officer, Griffith suspected that these were the code words of an organization and were giving operational instructions to minions scattered around the country.
Griffith threw away the crystal, covered his head with a pillow in frustration, and stopped thinking about it.
…
Early the next morning, he arrived at the place he had longed for.
This place is different from the previous scenery. The disturbing feeling of depression and dilapidation has been swept away, and the beautiful river bank is like golden and red pearls.
A magnificent city gate stands among the birch and maple leaves on the shore. Impenetrable forests, rivers and valleys are its walls. A light blue halo and powerful spiritual energy fluctuations enveloped this place, making all hidden evil invisible.
This is the Gate of Canaan, the dividing line between the mortal world and the kingdom of God on earth. Stepping through the gate means entering the glorious kingdom of God's people.
Galadia appeared in the pavilion on the bank of the Tirne River. She was wearing a green dress, with gold and silver pendants and belts outlining her slim figure. She was sitting drinking tea with a restless look on her face, but when she saw her friend appear, she stood up happily. Her skirt is very short, and her long white legs are so beautiful that you can't take your eyes away.
Griffith was in a good mood.
When they met, Galadia suddenly grabbed Griffith's arm, pulled him to the nearby maple tree and asked nervously: "How many lives have you prepared?"
Her expression was extremely serious, as if it were real.
Griffith asked: "Can you use the resurrection spell?"
"What is this? A magic spell? I've never heard of it."
"Then I only have one life." Griffith replied.
The daughter of the Canaan Archon was trembling slightly, almost biting her finger: "I just suddenly realized that Dad might think it's inappropriate for you to be my friend, and then ask Sidious to beat you."
This name made Griffith tremble all over. He looked around cautiously and found that her brother was not nearby.
This silly roe deer... Griffith took a deep breath and pointed at the majestic and dazzling Gate of Canaan in front of him: "I arrived here, and you only thought of this?"
"I have thought about it, but I suddenly have a bad feeling in the past two days. Many elves don't like humans!" Galadia pushed him, "Why don't you run away quickly!"
Griffith said flatly: “No, I refuse.
"I also want to confirm the opinions of your tribe."
"What!?" Galadia asked in panic, "What if they come to beat you?"
Griffith approached her and asked in a low voice: "Do you still remember the zombie monster I used in the Black Realm and Bellomon Ruins?"
"Remember."
"Evil?"
"evil."
"Is it scary?"
"scary."
"That's right," Griffith looked around again to make sure Sidious was not there. He then came over, put his left hand on Galadia's slender waist in a deserted corner, leaned close to her long pointed ears and said, "Then I will destroy your woods with an army of evil and terrifying monsters. Capture you and rush out. With you as a hostage in hand, they must not dare to do anything to me!"
"Then you are still not allowed to be hunted to the ends of the earth?"
"Then I will take you to escape to the ends of the earth. If your people have any objections, let them try," Griffith said proudly, "Now that I am here, I will go in."
Galadia blushed upon hearing this. She twisted in Griffith's hand for a while before whispering:
"Then, let's go."
…
If there is any place in the world that can be called a miracle, the number one answer is Canaan. Located on the banks of the Tirne River, Chilidu City combines wisdom, strength, majesty, magnificence, art and mystery. It is the most dazzling treasure of the civilized world. Human magic also originated from the arcane arts they learned from Canaan. The mysterious and elegant white towers and suspended crystals scattered throughout the city remind the elves of their transcendent wisdom and incomprehensible power.
This city was built in the desolate and lonely north, surrounded by endless forests, swamps and frozen soil, but it has been the temple of magical theory and practice in this world for thousands of years. All races respect and fear the power of elves, and have established a huge trade and research system with them as the core.
The Canaanite Senate ruled over the city. Outside the city, you can see a huge and slender spire overlooking Canaan standing in the north of the city. It is said that there is the Nebula Temple. The core of the spire is the eternal sacred fire. It has the richest library and the largest laboratory in the world.
Outside the gate of Canaan, there is a small town built of white stone and decorated with flowers. The villas, pavilions, roads and bridges are all designed with the luxurious aesthetics and delicate lines of the elves. Travelers waiting to enter the country and businessmen who cannot enter the country stay here temporarily.
It’s really a good idea to place an advertisement, and it’s worth putting up. After all, there are many sources of books, complete books, and fast updates!
The rivers here are crystal clear and the roads are flat and wide. Elegant elves travel in carriages and boats. They appear in the countryside, with a lazy and noble temperament, as if anywhere and at any time is a tea party and outing. Groups of bugs lined up in small teams, diligently cleaning up horse manure and garbage on the road for them.
Griffith sensed that every elf possessed psychic ripples, and some were even very powerful.
They are the descendants of the gods, and each one is an extraordinary person, free from weakness and disease, and possessing talents from the moment of birth that are beyond the reach of mortals.
Some people even think that the interaction between elves and mortals is a kind of mercy and charity. Elves have a lifespan several times longer than humans. In the most beautiful stories, those humans who have made a vow of love with elves will pass away in regret and melancholy, leaving their lovers to perish in loneliness. Beautiful memories have become a kind of torture, and the happy time is so short compared with the long life.
Galadia heads to the entry channel specially designed for Canaanite citizens. Despite her efforts, Griffith still had to go through the same immigration procedures as guests of other races.
The guards wandering outside the Gate of Canaan have less obvious traces of elves. They are half-elves or human employees who are a mixture of humans and elves. Half-elf ears are slightly longer and more pointed than humans, and the contours of their cheeks are more beautiful. Their eyes and expressions are even more arrogant than the elves, making them easy to identify.
The guards, armed with dogs on leashes, looked unhappy and urged passengers to line up and open the boxes for inspection. The air was filled with the unpleasant smell of sweat, and stern scoldings kept coming.
All goods imported into Canaan need to be strictly inspected to prevent anyone from carrying contraband or smuggling across the border. Within half an hour, Griffith saw two people being taken out of the cargo and escorted to an unknown place to be imprisoned.
The checkpoint outside the Gate of Canaan is a heavily guarded defense line, but when you reach the Canaan Entry Point under the gate, the situation becomes completely different.
The air is filled with the faint fragrance of flowers, and the low-hanging treetops sway to the music. At the end of the entry passage, the elves were sitting at their desks with no cover. The foreign races entering the country lined up. First, the half-elves completed epidemic prevention, safety, and cargo inspections, and finally came to the elves to accept Review of entry qualifications.
Griffith waited in line obediently, waiting for the immigration officer to ask.
Although he made evil declarations, he actually didn't want to cause trouble at all. Those remarks were all meant for Galadia, who was nervous only when things were about to happen. Just a Sequence 8 quasi-knight and his few undead creatures are no match for Canaan.
The first time I came to someone's house as a guest, I demolished the forest, killed the owner, and kidnapped the consul's daughter. How could such a ridiculous thing happen in the world! I wouldn’t write it like that, I’m not a death knight…
Maybe it's because it's cool here and the air is fresh. Griffith's mood became more and more relaxed. In fact, there is nothing to be afraid of. Sidious threatened to turn me into a female knight... The worst case scenario is that some elves really want to kill me. They may still not give up, but they want to take action in Canaan. Not easy. I am the guest of the Archon and Sidious. Even if they want to hit me, it should be the Archon and Sidious who take action!
The Archon may give me a beating, and at that time I will move out of the Black Realm. He is the wisest and most powerful man in the world. He can't just reward and punish him. I haven't done anything to his daughter yet! For Galadia's sake, he should be polite to me.
Besides, I am now familiar with "Ann Hathaway"!
Feeling confident, Griffith filled out some forms and submitted them, then sat calmly in his seat, waiting for the immigration officer to review him.
"You are Mr. Griffith Blanton, the recipient of the Silver Oak Leaf Knight's Eagle Badge, right?" The person in charge of the entry was a very beautiful and slender elf lady. She carried bows and weapons like her colleagues. Put it on the shelf at the back, sit behind the desk in light and comfortable clothes and look through Griffith's documents, not worried that the immigration officers would get angry.
