A unique pattern was recorded on the azure dagger, which was still very clear even after many years.
It was a silver moon pattern with some textures near the mark, which looked very beautiful.
But looking at this mark, Athir's expression suddenly became solemn: "The Silver Moon Clan Emblem represents the Elven royal family."
Atier was not unfamiliar with the Silver Moon clan emblem.
When he first came to 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 College and found a lot of information about elves.
The elves were not originally native to the wizarding world, but, like the orcs, were a race that came from another world.
During the glorious period of ancient wizards, many worlds were conquered by them one by one. The wizarding world became the center of many worlds and naturally accepted many conquered races.
Unlike orcs, the elves, because of their unique talents, were incorporated into the wizard system after being conquered by ancient wizards, and thus became more and more prosperous.
Among the elves, the Silver Moon not only represents a belief, but also represents the supreme bloodline of the ancient moon elves in the race.
According to the information that Athir had found, the ancient moon elves not only possessed extremely powerful strength, but also had extremely strong growth potential and talent, making them an extremely terrifying creature.
Although the ancient moon elves do not have the huge size of other ancient creatures, they also possess powerful strength. As long as they reach adulthood, they can reach level four and gain terrifying power comparable to that of a fourth-level wizard.
In contrast, the ancient moon elves possess powerful talents and growth potential. Every moon elf with pure blood has extremely amazing qualifications. Even the worst among them has more than fifth-level qualifications, reaching a level that makes mortals despair.
In the records of the wizarding world, the pure-blooded Moon Elves are known as the Elf Kings, and are the source of the bloodlines of most of the elven royal families today.
Because they have the blood of ancient moon elves, the family emblem of the elven royal family is a silver moon, representing the blood of the moon elves inherited from ancient times.
Athir's mother should belong to a branch family of the royal family. The family emblem also has a silver moon, but there is also a purple bird embroidered on it.
But when it came to Athir, this bloodline of the ancient moon elves had almost disappeared. Even after Athir was promoted to a formal wizard and turned the magnification function of the chip to the maximum, he was unable to find the bloodline chain hidden in his own blood.
Standing there, looking at the corpse and searching carefully for a long time, Athir stood up silently.
"If nothing unexpected happens, the body in front of us should have been brought in by an official wizard, just like Andrew and the others."
Looking at the corpse in front of him, Athir analyzed in his mind: "It's just that I don't know what happened later, which led to an internal conflict among the group and finally killed this half-elf apprentice."
"The person who made the move is most likely an elven royal family member."
Standing up silently from where he was, Athir made such a judgment.
The reason for this judgment is that on the body of the half-elf apprentice in front of him, Athir also found a family emblem with a thorn flower embroidered on it.
This also represents a symbol of nobility, but it is somewhat inconsistent with the emblem of the elven royal family on the dagger, so they should not belong to the same person.
After searching carefully for a while and making sure that nothing was missed, Athir picked up the dagger and continued to move forward.
I don't know what material the green dagger in my hand is made of. Although it is not very long and looks just like a dagger, it is very comfortable to hold in my hand and is very sharp.
Walking far away, in the long corridor, Athir saw a golden door.
The golden door was emitting golden light and seemed to be half-open at this moment. There was a slight gap in the door, and it seemed that it had been opened before.
Looking at the door, Athir hesitated for a while before touching the golden door with his hand.
A cool feeling came from my hands, with a real touch.
With a slight force on his hands, Athir pushed open the golden door.
A cloud of smoke began to spread, and thick dust continued to rise, temporarily obstructing the vision.
And in the darkness, a pair of turbid eyes appeared, looking at Athir coldly.
When he saw this scene, Atier subconsciously took a step back, and then he saw the scene in front of him clearly.
In the dim light, at the front of the spacious room, a dried corpse was sitting on a wooden chair, a pair of dead black eyes were looking in the direction of the door, as if waiting for something.
Compared with the previous corpse, this corpse has not yet turned into a skeleton, and the flesh on the body is still there, and you can vaguely see what it looked like when it was alive.
A faint radiation was spreading on the corpse, which alerted Athir.
"A formal wizard-level elven royal family."
Through the thin golden light, Athir saw the appearance of the mummy in front of him. He was a little dazed and a little alert.
The other person's clothes looked very special. After such a long time, they had not rotted even now.
The other person's death was also very strange. He was sitting quietly on a wooden chair, looking very peaceful, with no visible scars on his body.
This is the strangest thing.
A proper wizard, even if he encounters an irresistible opponent, will at least put up a fight. He will not just sit there and die, or even die without a single scar on his body.
"You are here…"
A strange voice suddenly came from behind.
Hearing the sound, Athir's heart skipped a beat and he turned around subconsciously, only to see a horrifying scene.
In the direction he looked, a tall and thin figure was standing there, wearing a moon-white robe, and looking at Athir.
The appearance of this person was almost exactly the same as the mummy on the wooden chair, which made Athir feel frightened.
"Yes, I'm here." A young woman's voice came from behind Athir.
She was a very beautiful woman, and very tall. Her unusual appearance and pointed ears revealed her identity: she was an elf of pure blood.
"Ada's body was no longer able to function. He started to curse halfway through the journey and finally knelt before me and begged me to kill him."
Standing in front of Athir, the woman had dim eyes and was looking at the old man with a very sad expression on her face.
"Really... I didn't expect that even a half-elf like him would..."
The old man's eyes were dim, but he still spoke: "Everyone is dead, and I am almost dying. Now, you are the only one left."
"I can feel that the curse on me is about to erupt. Even with my strength, I can no longer suppress it. I will soon be reduced to a senseless beast."
"Elder, you also..."
The woman in front of him showed shock on her face, and the sadness in her eyes became even deeper.
"Don't be sad for me. This is our destiny. It cannot be changed. You can only choose to accept it."
The old man looked at the woman's face lovingly, with reluctance and an open-mindedness in his eyes.
At this time, Athir also discovered something unusual.
The two people in front of him didn't seem to be real figures. They were just some recorded fragments. It seemed that some special conditions were triggered at this time, causing them to appear again.
In front of us, similar conversations are still beginning
(End of this chapter)