Chapter 1229: The Shadowy Forest

In Collow, ancient sites with sad stories like the Mound of the Unnamed Soldier were aplenty. In the years that the tide of Chaos ravaged the world, all characters—the heroic warriors, great emperors, wise scholars, and invincible generals—who once shone brightly with great achievements, were all swallowed by the endless darkness. However epic and brilliant those great men were, the wheel of war in Collow had crushed them into pieces. Time consumed them like cheap consumables.

The great elven king of six thousand years ago had almost unified the whole continent and fought bravely with the Chaos. But in the end, history had forgotten his name. His empire was gone, not even a brick remained. The wisest and the most knowledgeable scholars had only found some sporadic descriptions of him in the book. And his stories were being told in the most unreliable way.

In Collow, it was commonplace.