Book 8: Chapter 73: Uvaeren’s Stone Tablets
Everyone looked at Milleras’ downcast face and felt a pang of sympathy. Judging by the scale of the underground library, the Tower of Durlag must have been a sacred hall of wisdom for the Uwelun Elves during its golden age. Any scholar thirsty for knowledge would have entered this underground library with a pilgrim’s reverence.
Sadly, after thousands of years, even untouched by enemy invasion, time had cruelly destroyed the jewel of Uwelun Elf wisdom. Many high-ranking undead in the Tower of Durlag were once Uwelun Elf mages and scholars in life. It was impossible that they didn’t cherish these books. Though the dead lacked the desires of the living, they likely still harbored complex feelings for things cherished deeply in their memories.
This was proven by the fact that the underground library still looked the same after millennia. In the early days of the Forbidden Zone of Life, the high-ranking undead, possessing their living memories, probably performed some upkeep and maintenance on the library.
However, after the Tower of Durlag became a Forbidden Zone of Life, it was gradually covered by a shroud of death. Living things in the area either fled or died. Without plant fibers or animal hides, there were no materials to make paper, ink, or brushes. Books couldn’t be copied or restored. The final outcome was clear: they turned into the pile of dust before Milleras.
“Milleras, don’t be so disheartened. Actually, Uvaeren’s library isn’t completely lost!” Hearing Joey’s words, Milleras looked up, a glimmer of hope flickering in his eyes.
Joey looked at the pitiful Sun Elf Prince, feeling strangely moved. Though Joey and Qin Lun were fundamentally one Apostle, inheriting ancient Elf memories allowed him to understand Milleras’s regret on a cultural level.
“Ordinary paper books, even those on animal hides, couldn’t survive such vast time without being copied and renewed,” Joey said, his eyes glinting. “But I learned some good news when I interrogated the Lich, Hasheed.”
“You mean the Nether Scrolls?” Milleras came to his senses, frowning slightly in confusion. “Just one set of the Nether Scrolls can’t represent the vast collection of Uvaeren.”
“I’m not talking about the Nether Scrolls,” Joey smiled. “Many undead in the Tower of Durlag were Uwelun Elves in life. While they couldn’t maintain the massive library, saving a portion of the most essential and precious works was possible.”