Chapter 80 Truth
The scene was silent as Luis waited for the answer from the Dark Elf.
However, he frowned as a long time passed and the elf still didn't speak. He raised his hand and slapped on the back of Elf Head.
"What are you waiting for? Tell me quickly!"
"Ahhhh! Don't hit me! I'm afraid of pain!" Sir Adrion exclaimed dramatically, his voice full of exaggeration.
"I will tell you, I am called Sir Adrion. I ..."
The Dark Elf named Sir Adrion spilled everything about why he arrived at the Orc place.
The secrets about the collusion between Dark Elf and Orcs in Northern Wasteland were also revealed to Luis.
"Now, sir, can I live?" Sir Adrion said with an expectant voice.
"One last question: How long will the war in the south take to become big enough to engulf the entire continent?"
"Will I die after answering this last question?"
"No"
"I trust you, sir. For it to affect this Northern Wasteland At least more than a decade. The Orcs will definitely remain dormant, like a praying mantis, waiting for the perfect opportunity to enter this war."
"More than a decade. Too bad I want to see the whole continent in chaos quickly," Luis said with laughter, clearly lying to Sir Adrion.
"Although I don't trust you, Dark Elf, keeping you alive is much more beneficial than having you dead."
After Luis voice was heard, Sir Adrion stayed in the same position for a long time.
A long time passed before he finally turned his head back slowly and saw no one in sight. Sir Adrion kneeled down and said loudly,
"Thank you, sir, for letting me live. I owe you my life."
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Luis and Felipe were watching all this happen through the vortex.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
They watched with interest as the Dark Elf kneeled on the ground, thanking Luis.
"Is it lack of dignity or intelligence? No one can tell. These corrupted elf thoughts are very distorted." Felipe shook his head.
"Father, you heard through the vortex. What is the level of truth in his confession?"
"His didn't tell any lies. However, things he said were superficial. Let me tell you the truth."
Then the real, no superficial truth was revealed to Luis.
This continent, though it seemed normal on the surface, was actually a massive cage. Ten thousand years ago, a devastating battle took place between the gods and wizards.
Wizards aren't just humans. They can be from different races.
According to ancient records, the battle was so enormous that it shattered the divine continent into four massive pieces.
In the aftermath of the continent being divided, the Abyss, a dark and monstrous force, attacked the world once again.
The continent where Luis lived now wasn't vast in comparison. While it could be called a large landmass, it paled in comparison to the divine continent, which could sustain trillions of lives.
After the Abyss invasion, powerful wizards banded together and enveloped different land masses with a protective barrier to keep the Abyss monsters at bay.
These Strong Wizards had promised that once the battle with the Abyss was over, they would open the barrier and restore balance.
However, ten thousand years had passed, and there was still no sign of the barrier being lifted. Life inside was trapped and couldn't leave this continent.
The connection to the gods was lost as well. The once powerful churches were also destroyed, and nobles gained full control of this land. Well, there is still God Cult causing trouble occasionally.
This was just the superficial history that is written in history books.
"Father, you are in trouble. Do you have any way to avoid this?" Luis asked with worry evident in his voice.
Felipe smiled and looked at him with calm confidence.
"Don't worry. I plan to advance to the 4th stage of official knight in this world. The wizards' formation won't capture my advancement."
Luis nodded with relief. His father had just revealed a huge secret about the continent—the reason why so few 4th stage powerhouses were seen.
Eight thousand years ago, the wizards who lived on the continent grew frustrated. Their path to greater power was blocked by the barrier that protected the land.
In an attempt to break free, they gathered all the strongest warriors, regardless of race, to help shatter the barrier.
But the barrier was beyond their understanding, far stronger than anyone had anticipated. After much research, they discovered it could replenish its energy by drawing aura from the air, making it nearly impossible to destroy.
This barrier was created by those strong wizards who had the power to kill gods.
Over time, not just those wizards but every strong man began to get irritated. Then, through decades of research, they added a function to the barrier that will notify any breakthrough to 4th level strength.
Then, a plan thousands of years old began.
The human, elf, and orc territories, once divided, were unified in response to the overwhelming barrier. The human lands, once filled with dozens of kingdoms, now only had one—the Azov Kingdom, standing tall on the eastern side of the continent.
The other races followed a similar path of unification, with only the southern region remaining chaotic.
From this unity, the Forgotten Continent Organization was formed.
This powerful organization was tasked with monitoring breakthroughs. Anytime someone broke through to the 4th stage, the formation would immediately detect it, and the Forgotten Continent Organization would come knocking.
Once a person reached the 4th stage, they were taken away for 10 years to the organization. During this time, their family was fully protected, ensuring safety and stability for those left behind.
But while it appeared humane, in reality, it was far more cruel. After being released, every 50 years, the 4th stage individuals were required to return to the barrier and corrode it with their aura for another 10 years.
This cycle repeated endlessly, trapping them in a life of corroding the barrier.
You could not even die peacefully after that. The Forgotten Continent Organization would not let the strong men die. With the help of elves and wizards, the strong men would be sent to life suspension.
According to the information Felipe gathered, at least 6,000 4th stage warriors were currently in peaceful slumber, waiting to be awakened when the time was right.
Although 6,000 strong men might seem like a large number, this was the strength that had been accumulated over more than 8,000 years.