Wizard Immortal

Chapter 184 Images of the Past

On the cyan short sword, a unique pattern is recorded, which remains very clear even after many years.

It was a silver moon pattern, with some textures around the mark, and it looked very beautiful.

But upon seeing this mark, Adir's expression suddenly turned serious: "The Silver Moon Clan Emblem represents the Elven royal family."

Adir was not unfamiliar with this silver moon emblem.

When he first arrived in the Southern Continent, in order to find out the identity of the mother of this body, he spent a long time searching in the library of Uraldo Academy and found a lot of information about elves.

The elves were not originally native to the wizarding world, but rather, like the orcs, belonged to a race from another world.

During the glorious era of the ancient wizards, many worlds were conquered one by one by them. The wizarding world became the center of many worlds and naturally accepted many conquered races.

Unlike orcs, elves, due to their unique talents, were incorporated into the wizarding system after being conquered by ancient wizards, and thus flourished.

Among elves, the silver moon not only represents a belief, but also the supreme ancient moon elf bloodline within their race.

According to the information Adir found, the ancient moon elves not only possessed extremely powerful strength, but also had great potential for growth and talent, making them an extremely terrifying species.

Although the ancient moon elves do not possess the enormous size of other ancient creatures, they still possess great strength. Once they reach adulthood, they can reach level four and gain terrifying power comparable to a level four wizard.

In contrast, the ancient moon elves possessed powerful talents and growth potential. Every moon elf with pure bloodline had extremely amazing aptitude, even the worst of them had aptitudes exceeding the fifth rank, reaching a level that would make mortals despair.

In the records of the wizarding world, the pure-blooded moon elves are known as the Elf Kings, and are also the source of the bloodline of the vast majority of elven royal families today.

Because they possess the bloodline of the ancient moon elves, the elven royal family's emblem is a silver moon, representing the moon elf bloodline inherited from ancient times.

Adir's mother likely belonged to a branch of the royal family, whose coat of arms also featured a silver moon, but with an embroidered purple bird.

However, by the time it came to Adir, this ancient moon elf bloodline had almost disappeared. Even after Adir became a formal wizard and turned the amplification function of the chip to the maximum, he was still unable to find the bloodline chain hidden in his own bloodline.

Standing there, looking at the corpse, Adir searched it carefully for a long time before silently getting up.

"If there are no surprises, this corpse should have been brought in by a qualified wizard, just like Andrew and the others."

Looking at the corpse before him, Adir analyzed in his mind: "It's just that something happened later that caused infighting among the group, and in the end, they killed this half-elf apprentice."

"The person who made the move is very likely an elven royalty."

Silently standing up from where he stood, Adir made this judgment.

The reason for this judgment is that on the corpse of the half-elf apprentice in front of him, Adir also found a clan emblem, which was embroidered with a thorn flower.

This also represents a mark of nobility, but it doesn't quite match the elven royal family crest on the short sword, so they shouldn't belong to the same person.

After searching carefully for a while and making sure he hadn't missed anything, Adir picked up the short sword and continued walking forward.

The cyan short sword in his hand was made of some unknown material. Although it was not very long and looked only about the size of a dagger, it felt comfortable to hold and was extremely sharp.

As they walked further down the long corridor, Adir saw a large golden door.

The golden door was radiating a golden light, and it appeared to be half-open, with a small gap peeking out, suggesting that it had been opened before.

Looking at the gate, Adir hesitated for a moment before touching the golden door with his hand.

A cool sensation emanated from my hand, carrying a real tactile feel.

With a gentle push, Adir opened the golden door.

A cloud of smoke and dust began to rise, thick dust billowing up and temporarily obstructing vision.

In the darkness, a pair of murky eyes appeared, coldly staring at Adir.

Upon seeing this scene, Adir instinctively took a step back before he could see what was happening.

In the dim light, at the far end of the spacious room, a mummified corpse sat on a wooden chair, its lifeless black eyes staring toward the door, as if waiting for something.

Compared to the previous corpses, this one has not yet turned into a skeleton; the skin and flesh are still intact, and one can vaguely make out what it looked like in life.

A faint radiation was emanating from the corpse, alerting Adir.

"A formal wizard-level elven royal."

Through the faint golden light, Adir made out the appearance of the dried corpse in front of him, and he was both stunned and wary.

The other person's clothes looked very special; even after such a long time, they had not rotted away.

The manner of the other person's death was also strange. He was sitting quietly on the wooden chair, looking very peaceful, with no visible injuries on his body.

That's the strangest thing.

Even if a formal wizard encounters an opponent he cannot defeat, he will at least put up a fight. He would not simply sit and die, and would not even leave a single scar on his body when he dies.

"You've arrived..."

A strange voice suddenly came from behind.

Upon hearing the sound, Adir's heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively turned around, only to witness a scene that horrified him.

In the direction he saw, a tall, thin figure stood there, wearing a moon-white robe, looking at Adir.

The man's appearance was almost identical to the mummified corpse on the wooden chair, which made Adir feel terrified.

"Yes, I'm here." A young woman's voice came from behind Adir.

She was a very beautiful woman, quite tall, and her unusual appearance and somewhat sharp ears revealed her identity as a pure-blooded elf.

"Ada's body was failing, and the curse flared up halfway there. In the end, she knelt before me and begged me to kill her."

Standing in front of Adir, the woman's eyes were dim as she looked at the old man, her expression seemingly filled with sorrow.

"Really... I didn't expect even a half-elf like him..."

The old man's eyes were dim, but he still spoke: "Everyone is dead, and I'm almost gone too. Now, you're the only one left."

"I can feel that the curse on my body is about to erupt. Even with my strength, I can no longer suppress it, and I will soon become a mindless beast."

"Elder, you too..."

The woman before him showed surprise, and the sorrow in her eyes deepened.

"Don't be sad for me. This is our destiny, which cannot be changed. We can only accept it."

The old man looked at the woman's face with affection, his eyes showing both reluctance and a detached understanding.

At this point, Adir also noticed the anomaly.

The two people in front of me do not seem to be real figures, but merely some recorded fragments that have been revealed again as if some special conditions have been triggered.

Similar conversations are just beginning.

(End of this chapter)