Chapter 397 248. Trying to survive.
Darkus narrowed his eyes slightly and quickly observed the surrounding environment. The crypt was large, but very clean and refreshing. There was only the smell of earth in the air, and there was no other messy smell. He He saw several stone slabs spread on the ground in the center of the crypt and was sure that that was what he was looking for. He returned his sight to the creaking cloak three swords away from him. Although the sight in the crypt was not very good and there was no luminous body, the Despair Spirit itself was like a green light bulb, illuminating himself.
Although the creaking cloak showed a frightened look, Darkus knew that it was all fake, just an appearance and disguise. There was a pair of bronze eyes under the deep eye sockets of the Despair Spirit, as if they were black holes from the abyss, swallowing With all hope and joy. His eyes are deep and vicious, as if he can peer into the depths of a person's heart and see through every secret.
"Hello, please forgive me for coming uninvited." Darkus walked towards Crunchy Cloak and said with a smile. Perhaps due to the environment of the cave, his smile looked sinister in Crunchy Cloak's eyes. It was pitiful, and there was an inexplicable terror, as if the looming shadow on the cave wall would open its devouring mouth in the next second. He then curled his lips and said, "Oil...biu~te!"
After hearing what Darkus said, the cracked lips of the creaky cloak grinned, even though it did not understand the second half of what Darkus said. What, but it still responded with a smile.
Also in Darkus's eyes, the smile of the creaking cloak was extremely weird. The teeth were like fangs, sharp and hard, flashing with cold light. The entire wooden face seemed to be shrouded in an atmosphere of death, which made him feel a strong sense of terror. A sense of foreboding.
The image of the spirit of despair is like the evil witch in fairy tales, with a shriveled, ugly, and creepy face. Perhaps due to the influence of Guilun and Gu Erzhi, its face is a little green and a little brown. The skin is close to the bones, or... there is no skin at all, but a flexible and vivid face carved on the wood.
The long hair of the creaking cloak is as black as night, covering its shoulders like a dark cloud. Its hair hangs down messily, like a shadow in the darkness, wrapping around its face from time to time, like an elusive shadow in the darkness. A long cloak of weeds, covered with precious jewels, shining shells, and other beautiful odds and ends, was draped over its body.
In Aenir legend, the creaking sound of this cloak is what gives the despairing spirit its name.
"Don't... don't hurt me." The words of the creaking cloak creaked.
Legends are legends, and the crunching sound can come not only from the cloak, but also from Woodface's throat.
"Was that an illusion just now?" Darkus did not respond to Crunching Cloak, but squatted beside the floor, buckling up the stone slabs embedded in the ground while asking the question he was interested in.
"Yes."
"Will we say goodbye? I heard those Enils say that you can...destined to die?" Darkus looked at the pictograms combined on the stone slab with his good eyesight and weak light. Text, while speaking slowly. For some reason, he saw from the corner of his eye that Crunchcloak's curled-up body was shaking even more after he said this. He turned his head and showed what he thought was a kind smile to Crunchcloak.
However, Darkus' smile did not make things develop in a good direction. Instead, it made Crunchy Cloak a little nervous. His smile froze on his face and became a bit astonished, as if his tried-and-true smile had no effect on inhuman intelligent creatures. However, he quickly figured out that he was really putting someone in a difficult position. Asking Crunchcloak to tell his destined death was like a roadside fortune teller telling Emperor Ziwei. It was really a bit of a trick.
"Destiny is like a twisted web...I...my willpower..."
"Okay." Darkus interrupted the stumbling of the creaking cloak, and he changed the question, "Do you know the north Why are the nodes like that?"
"Before they entered this forest, they were turned into that way." Crunchcloak nodded and said slowly, after talking about topics that did not involve fate, It no longer stutters.
Darkus looked at the stone slab and then turned to the Crunchy Cloak.
"It was... the forest guardian did it. He had to do it to imprison the terrifying existence in the golden pool. At that time, he also asked for our opinions." Crunchcloak said immediately after seeing Darkus's eyes. stand up.
"What's in the golden pool?"
Crunchcloak shook his head resistingly, acting as if he didn't know, but he also felt like he knew and didn't dare to say anything.
"What about the forest guardian? It? What is it? Dragon?" Darkus asked instructively. The "they" mentioned by Crunchcloak before referred to the elves who entered Lauren Loren during the Balshana period. Then "it" that's earlier than this is a bit interesting.
"Dragon... yes, dragon, the guardian of the forest is a dragon." Crunchcloak was about to speak when it stopped. Its eyes flashed inadvertently, and malice unknowingly surged out again. It grinned. He said with his lips.
Darkus was not stupid. He could sense that there was something wrong with Crunchy Cloak, but he did not point it out. He was not a human being who was ignorant of the forest and entered hastily. His information channels were not focused on unreliable wood spirits. On the body.
"What a pleasant meeting. These stone tablets are given to me as a meeting gift by you? To compensate for the fact that I entered the illusion just now? Then I am really grateful. I came in a hurry. I will put my meeting gift into the stone basin later. Then...goodbye?"
After Darkus finished speaking, the water at the edge of the cave swept over and lifted the stone slab. After the stone slab sank into the water, he waved a friendly hand to the creaking cloak that was still curled up in the corner. .
"You will be traveling along an ancient road, and the guide is the person you least trust." Crunchcloak looked at the place where Darkus disappeared and only ripples remained, and its wooden mouth opened uncontrollably. , its hands kept grabbing its mouth to try to close it, and then trying to grab its throat to stop it from making a sound, but the sound finally came out slowly.
The elves waiting on the shore were doing some repairs. They took turns pulling the cold lizard to the shallows and letting the cold lizard drink water. The dignitaries were waiting for Darkus to come up, looking at the scenery in front of them and chatting to pass the time. They did not think that this spring would do anything to Darkus, and in their opinion, since Darkus obtained After the Trident of the Sea, the combat effectiveness underwater seems to be stronger than on land.
"Do I have to apply this kind of potion?" Kaia asked after lifting up her silk sleeves, frowning, and sniffing on her arms. She had come into contact with strange species like cold lizards before. From family records, from the previous group Come to the Druchi group in the storm area. But there were only three of them, and the group of Druchi rejected her in every possible way as if they were guarding their treasures. Now she finally experienced that while Druch was observing Lauren Loren, Lauren Loren was also observing Druch. As a ruler, she had the obligation to do so.
"Some spells that can make Gur's wind move can also be used." Alyssa closed her eyes, and her hands wearing gloves obtained from the Obien ruins were stirring in the air. She was mixing the richness of the pool water. The wind of Ji Lun guided it to the Quanguo egg in the bag. After arriving at Lauren Loren, she could feel the life bred in the egg calling her. After hearing Kaia's question, she continued to control the wind of Ji Lun and answered at the same time.
"According to past painful experiences and lessons... applying potion is the safest and most secure way." Cradin added that his family dealt with cold lizards, and he knew it very well.
"I agree."
"I agree too."
Selyre and Cowell, who had previously served in the Ebon Claw in Krakarond, agreed.
"He's right, magic is always unreliable, and terrible things will happen at that moment."
Maranur did not participate in the conversation, but silently looked at the spring water and the beautiful scenery in front of him, and then he He lowered his head and looked at the pocket watch he took out of his arms.
"Coming up." Drusala, who had been observing the spring water with his second vision, suddenly said.
The conversation stopped instantly, and Druch turned his attention to the spring water that began to stir.
As the spring water was stirred, mist also rose from the water. A handsome elf rose from the spring, clothed in a non-existent light and with an equally non-existent wreath of ivy and lilies about his head. His appearance did not leave any ripples on the spring water, just like appearing out of thin air. His hair was black and as bright as the sun. The elves were not the knights of Bretonnia. They did not shed tears of excitement. Instead, they were dumbfounded by Darkus.
Alyssa had stopped extracting the wind of Jiren before Darkus came up. At this moment, she was a little surprised and exchanged looks with her two brothers. They couldn't understand why Darkus did this, or What is the purpose of doing this. As the first followers to follow Darkus, of course they knew some truths, and then used the truth to associate some legends and stories... The
Male God of the Fountain floated towards the shoal, but just as Darkus had already floated to the edge of the shoal , he felt the movement of the spring water behind him and the surprised looks of his companions.
The beautiful goddess, clad in silver light and with a wreath of ivy and lilies on her head, rose from the spring, and the lily petals falling from her hair fell like rain on the spring behind her. Wearing layers of flowing tulle, she walked toward the elves with a smile. When she walked up to Darkus, she took the opportunity to glare at Darkus fiercely.
Darkus did not feel any sense of shame or panic because he was caught by the real owner in COS or prank. Instead, he acted calmly. In his opinion, this was at most a tribute. At the moment they looked at each other, he even saw the colors of autumn leaves flashing in Lilith's eyes, gold, amber and bronze. However, what surprised him was that Lilith's hands were empty and she was not holding something like the Holy Grail.
Facing Darkus' hand gesture, Lilith showed a mischievous smile.
At this time, the elves also reacted, and the scene instantly became an uproar, especially the group of Druchi. After all, the Moon Goddess was too far away from them, so far away that she was rarely mentioned.
Darkus thought about something for a moment, but he did not stop him. He looked at Lilith speechlessly. He could see that every pore of Lilith's body was shining with light, and he could feel the light emanating from Lilith. The light warmed his cheeks. As a result... just as he thought, the sword in the spring was lifted up until it appeared in Lilith's hand.
The elven sword from the Aenarion era came back to life under the touch of Lilith. Darkus shook it wordlessly at first, then raised his head at Maranur, and gave up the home court to Ma Ranur.
A somewhat confused Maranur stepped into the shallow water and took the sword from Lilith's hand.
A crow landed on Darkus' shoulder. It did not communicate with Darkus about the shameful code, but looked at Lilith like Darkus.
"Terrible things will happen in the golden pool in the south." Lilith turned her head and looked at Darkus and said lightly before disappearing into thin air.
Then the crow that landed on Darkus' shoulder also flew away.
"At your service, my lady."
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Ivan hurried through the overgrown woods, dashed over fallen logs, jumped over narrow streams, and slid through shadowed valleys. Spiders watch from gray webs, crows cackle from scarred old oaks and fire-blackened branches, and a lone wolf prowls the weeds, sniffing for prey. From time to time, there was a cracking sound under her feet, which was the sound made when she stepped on rotten bones, the fanged skulls of orcs and the shriveled skeletons of goblins.
In order to eliminate the orcs, Lauren Loren's Aenir made great efforts and sacrifices. Although the orcs have been wiped out, the scars will take decades to heal.
The area where Aivan is now is not inhabited by Enir or Wood Spirits. Only the wildest hunters occasionally appear in such places. At the same time, the dryads and dryads here are also the most vicious. Even Enil will be in danger when he encounters them. If it weren't for the special protection given to her by the forest guardian, she wouldn't have dared to enter this place alone.
Aiwan walked into the residence of one of these beings, a green island in a barren land. Fresh saplings grow among the charred husks of dead trees, leaves standing starkly against the destroyed background. Ferns and mosses carpet the fertile ground, thriving in the cool shade.
Towering above all the new plants was a huge old maple tree, only a few branches still had leaves on them, the rest clawed toward the sky like claws. The maple trunks were scarred and black, marked by fire and ax blows. The hilt of a rusty greatsword protruded from the trunk, a huge crack spreading from the old wound.
Ivan knelt in front of the old maple tree and whispered softly. Light shimmered around her as she drew upon the magical winds of the forest, a pale light seeming to rise from her own body, and her voice became a deep song that rippled through the saplings.
A low groan came from the woods, and the dull pulse made the saplings tremble. The sound gradually repeated itself, gradually catching up with the rhythm of Aiwan's spell. After some time, Ivan observed changes in the old maple tree. A hole appeared in the trunk of the old maple tree, forming a glaring eye and a large, wound-like mouth with jagged wooden teeth.
"Deslu, wake up, there are enemies in the forest, Lauren Loren needs your power." Ivan shouted.
The old maple tree stretched out its upper branches, which were tightly connected to form two huge arms with sharp claws and whip-like claws. The hollows in the tree trunks opened and closed quickly, as if the haze of sleep could be dispelled in the blink of an eye.
"Aiwan of Jinchi wakes up Desilu from his sleep." A rumbling sound came from the trunk of the old maple tree.
"The guardian of the forest sent me to inform you." Ivan explained, she was afraid that the ancient soul in front of her would be angry because of her summons. She knew that the treants were the oldest and most powerful of the forest spirits, with a fury unmatched by any elf.
"You have led me to destruction, little one, but I will embark on the final battle!" Desilu opened his mouth as if he was yawning. It stretched its wooden arms and listened to the creaking and groaning of the branches.
"Please forgive me for disturbing your sleep. I will also find other powerful people to help the forest." Aiwan stood up with respect and prepared to leave, but the ground under his feet suddenly trembled. She raised her head and saw Desilu leaning forward, the lower part of the trunk splitting into two columnar legs.
"When the fire-throwers came with their axes, I tried to stop them. I pinned many under the roots and knocked them down with branches, but there were too many. I saw my friends cut down and uprooted. , has no purpose other than destruction, it is a heavy burden." Deslu said slowly, and then he let out a low sigh, then continued, "One day, a new forest will appear here, But it won't be the same, it won't be the same friends I knew."
"You saved everything you could, you avenged the destruction of the trees. You are now the protectors of the forest, and I should help you. , This is as it should be."
"But..." Ivan closed her eyes and sighed, her heart filled with pain.
"My death is a small thing, little one, and from my death great good will grow. Do not mourn my death, Lauren Loren will endure. Now I must leave you, for there is still I still have a lot of things to do when the time comes." After finishing speaking, Deslu walked into the desolate place with heavy steps.
Ivan stood silently, watching the tree men stride through the burned remains of the woods, lingering beside every charred bark and kneeling on every fallen log.
As Desilu walked through the ruins, Kodama fluttered around it, alighted on its branches, and crouched on its shoulders.
When Aiwan watched the noble tree people walking through the forest and saying their final goodbyes to the trees that they had protected for so long, an indescribable emotion came to her heart.
Many characters have their process or outcome determined when they enter the scene.
Both cooperative and hostile, there is no real bad job
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