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Maple Village.
The warm winter sun spread across every corner of the small village, evoking a sense of languor. The trees surrounding the village still flaunted their fiery red leaves, with leaves continuously falling and new ones sprouting, an endless cycle that seemed to go on forever.
Yi Tianchen never expected that a mere game would have such a complex backstory. He was even more surprised to realize that he had become deeply immersed in it, seemingly starting from the moment he became a disciple of the Appraiser in the novice village; everything had quietly unfolded from there.
“What happened next?” Yi Tianchen asked, gathering his thoughts.
“The world has changed greatly; in the blink of an eye, five hundred years have passed,” Elder Villager sighed and continued, “Five hundred years ago, the princess of the Blood Phantom Empire returned, seeking to restore the former glory of Bloodshadow City, but she faced relentless suppression from humanity. The battle lasted for several years, and ultimately, the Undead were defeated.”
Upon hearing this, Yi Tianchen felt a stir in his heart and began to piece together what had happened next. Since the Undead had been defeated again, how could humanity simply let it go? And given that the current Undead Clan still existed, it could only mean that other forces had aided the Undead at that time.
Expressing his inner speculation, Elder Villager chuckled and nodded, “Indeed, just as you think. When the Undead Clan found themselves at their wits' end, the dwarves and elves joined forces to rescue the remnants of the Undead Clan, leading them westward into barren wastelands where they finally escaped humanity's pursuit.”
Yi Tianchen was taken aback. “So what you refer to as the Wasteland Years originated from this?”
Elder Villager nodded. “Exactly! Since then, the three races—Undead, dwarves, and elves—have entered a long period of dormancy lasting five hundred years.”
“I see now!”
Yi Tianchen smiled slightly as he quickly organized all the information he had gathered in his mind, eventually returning to his initial question: “However… I still have one doubt. My teacher Balv specifically asked me to find you; why did he emphasize that period known as the Wasteland Years?”
“In that case, Balv has two intentions…”
Elder Villager clasped his hands behind his back and gazed up at the sky with a hint of nostalgia. “Firstly, it signifies your identity; secondly, it indicates that he is concerned that the old man might not help you, hence mentioning it. Because during those Wasteland Years, the old man owed Balv a life; he is bringing up an old debt!”
"I really didn't expect this. Teacher Balv only mentioned that his blacksmith friend Kahn doesn't like to deal with strangers!" Yi Tianchen confessed.
"Haha... this Balv! Not bad, the old man was indeed like that, but five hundred years have passed, and the sea can turn into mulberry fields; how could the old man's temperament not have changed?" Village Chief Kahn laughed heartily, then suddenly his expression turned serious: "Speak up, what did Balv ask you to find the old man for?"
Yi Tianchen felt a surge of joy; after so many twists and turns, they had finally returned to the main topic. He no longer hesitated and said solemnly, "It's also about a sealed weapon!"
"What? Another sealed weapon?"
Upon hearing this, Village Chief Kahn shuddered involuntarily, a look of indescribable shock appearing in his eyes as he widened them and urged, "What weapon is it?"
"A bow, a bow that has lost its string!"
Yi Tianchen spoke each word clearly and forcefully, paying close attention to Village Chief Kahn's changing expression. This reminded him of the first time Village Chief Kahn had seen Dragon's Roar, and from Appraiser Balfe, he already knew that this bow was no ordinary item.
"A bow? No string? Sealed..."
Village Chief Kahn muttered to himself, a hint of struggle appearing in his eyes. He stepped forward eagerly and said impatiently, "Where is the bow? Bring it for the old man to see, quickly bring it for the old man to see... perhaps... could it be... could it be..."
"Uh..."
Listening to Village Chief Kahn's urgent and excited words, Yi Tianchen was astonished. While sending a message to Liu Yuhan, he helplessly replied, "The bow is with a friend of mine. However, in about ten minutes, she will bring the bow here!"
"I see!"
Village Chief Kahn's expression darkened slightly, a flicker of disappointment crossing his eyes. He walked over to a small bench and sat down, staring blankly at the ground. His face shifted through various emotions—painful at times, excited at others, then dejected, furious, conflicted, and helpless...
Seeing this, Yi Tianchen felt a deep sense of speechlessness, almost forgetting that they were still in a game, where everything they saw and heard was part of a pre-set program.
Afternoon, 2:25 PM.
With a loud neigh, a carriage slowly entered Maple Village. Once it came to a stop, a beautiful Archer Girl emerged from within, clad in tight black leather armor that seemed tailor-made for her, perfectly outlining her graceful figure.
" Liu Yuhan..." Yi Tianchen approached, glanced at the carriage, and asked, "Are you alone?"
Liu Yuhan nodded. "Yeah, they went to level up. Everyone wants to reach level 30 before the evening mission starts!"
"That's good; this mission is definitely going to be challenging. We only have eight people right now. I'm still considering whether to call two more to complete the team," Yi Tianchen said thoughtfully.
"I don't have anyone else on my side. If you have friends, bring two along; it will increase our chances of completing the mission and be beneficial for us," Liu Yuhan replied noncommittally.
"Alright, I'll take care of that. For now, let's hurry; the village chief is probably getting impatient!" Yi Tianchen said with a mysterious smile.
Liu Yuhan paused slightly, her eyes gazing at Yi Tianchen as she smiled sweetly. "It seems you already have a rough idea."
"Hehe... absolutely shocking!"
***
After picking up Liu Yuhan, the two quickly made their way to the Blacksmith Shop. Upon seeing Yi Tianchen and Liu Yuhan arrive, Village Chief Kahn's eyes lit up with excitement as he rushed over. Though he didn't utter a word, his eager gaze conveyed everything.
Liu Yuhan and Yi Tianchen exchanged glances before taking out the Stringless Bow from their bag. However, before they could hand it over, Village Chief Kahn's eyes widened in surprise as if he had suddenly discovered food after starving for three days and nights. With incredible speed, he snatched the bow from their hands.
Yi Tianchen was taken aback. The current behavior of Village Chief Kahn was completely beyond his expectations. Liu Yuhan, faced with this sudden scene, nearly gasped in surprise. If it weren't for the ironclad rule of the System that prevented NPCs from stealing players' items, the two of them might have ended up in a fight.
“It’s it! It’s it! Yes, yes! Hahaha… A thousand years, a thousand years! I never thought that after a thousand years, I would see it again… Hahaha…”
Listening to Village Chief Kahn's excited and incoherent words, Yi Tianchen and Liu Yuhan felt as if their minds were shrouded in mist like a lake in Jiangnan after the rain, unable to see clearly. At the same time, Yi Tianchen was filled with confusion and surprise. When he first saw Dragon's Roar, Village Chief Kahn had been excited but not to this extent.
One must understand that Dragon's Roar was forged with the full strength of the Dwarven Clan, highlighting its importance to them. Did this bow hold even greater significance in Village Chief Kahn's eyes than Dragon's Roar?
“Chief, what is the origin of this bow?” Yi Tianchen asked.
Village Chief Kahn sighed for a long time before regaining some semblance of normalcy and replied calmly, “This bow is the symbol of the Elf Clan, the Elven King Bow!”
“Elven King Bow?” The two were stunned.
“Indeed, this is the Elven King Bow! Perhaps you have never heard of this name, but you will surely be familiar with its other name, which is…”
“Shattered Dream!”
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