Chapter 1000 Dark Forest
In the process of moving the roots of the Age Oak, Drachnir observed and analyzed the ancient plant planted by the ancient saint in detail. The final analysis was that this thing regarded as the core of Athel Loren is actually a pan-consciousness. collective.
The ancient tree men of the Ancestral Council, the evil spirits hiding in the wasteland, and the souls of the dead wandering in the forest are all derived from the will of the Oak of Time.
This state should be very harmonious. Darkness and light are the two sides of the forest, turning each other around when necessary.
But after Orion and Ariel imposed their will on the Oak of Time, the situation became a little more subtle.
The will rendering power of the incarnation of the gods is much stronger than that of the ancient tree people with monotonous thinking. In addition, the Chaos Gods specially created a Mogul Shadow Evil who specifically disgusted Asrai. Under the double superposition, Athel Loren's thousands As glorious and free as these years have been, the darkness hidden behind them is so deep.
Araloth kept observing Drachnir while walking. The young man who will inherit the throne of Imric may be so strong that it is outrageous. The essence of the movement of the roots of the era oak is to let the user be wrapped and squirm quickly. .
But when Roots came into contact with Drachnir for the first time, he actually twitched unconsciously, as if he had encountered something extremely painful.
Noticing Araloth's observing look, Draknir stopped analyzing the roots of the oak tree of the times, his tone was unkind and provocative,
"Why, Aslay sees that there is only one person in Caledo, and is he planning to find some face in your lair?"
"No, but your Caledor arrogance is disgusting."
"It's best to do it behind my back. The barbaric aura of you Aslays only makes me feel sick. Are the clothes on your body made of beastman fur? Why are they so smelly?"
A virtuous father and son.
Aralos made a judgment in his mind, but there was no way to do it. The capital that can have a bad mouth is strength. Even if he refutes with countless dirty words, it is just like the barking of a wild dog when he is weak.
A relatively harmonious exchange ended when Dracnir made many inadvertent provocations.
This made Prince Caledor, who originally wanted to teach this Tarsain boy a lesson on the way, feel dissatisfied. He lost people and lost battles again, which really embarrassed the elves.
After an unknown amount of time, the people who were immersed in the green sea finally saw a hint of other colors. The long-lost sun penetrated the leaves and came into view amidst the crisp chirping of birds.
The rustling green leaves were like a net blown by the wind. Some white-tailed deer who were looking for food did not panic when they saw a group of elves. Instead, they raised their heads and jumped to the root exit of the Age Oak, offering their antlers to Alalos' head.
Aralos, who had an expression of enjoyment and helplessness, seemed to enjoy the contact of the white-tailed deer, but in the blink of an eye, the situation changed drastically.
The white-tailed deer that originally held Aslay's head kicked up on all fours, raised its head high back, pointed its thick antlers at Aralos, and let out a low roar like a fight to the death. It was actually preparing to kill Lord Tasain. Killed.
Aralos, who reacted quickly, immediately wrapped his hands around the white-tailed deer's neck, used his strength to trip the beast to the ground, and held down the thick head tightly.
He stared into the white-tailed deer's eyes that suddenly turned scarlet and murmured, "How could this happen? Why...could it be."
Draconir chuckled softly, walked to Aralos, crossed his arms and looked at the white-tailed deer lying on the ground, and said with disdain, "It seems that the title of Friends of Animals that you are so proud of has lost its effect, why not I turned around and abandoned the bad land of Athel Loren and came to Lustria to develop. The cold-blooded creatures blessed by Iqi are infinitely more powerful than these weak hot-blooded species."
Alarielle was a little speechless at Drachnir's deliberate naughtiness. She tugged on his arm to indicate that he would say less words to irritate Aslay. He wanted you to be a bodyguard, not a champion warrior.
When the Eternal Queen lowered her head and stared at the situation of the white-tailed deer, she was also shocked. A lingering dark side lingered in the soul of the beast. At ordinary times, it may still maintain its previous habits of foraging normally, but once it is stimulated, , the wildness in your heart will be vented without reservation.
"Ariel's situation is not optimistic."
Aralos, who hugged the white-tailed deer's neck, was silent for a moment. After reluctantly inserting the dagger into the beast's throat, he spoke in a low voice with his palms covered with warm blood.
"Not only that, the beasts in the jungle are closely connected with the Council of Ancestors. The only ancestor Dursu who remained sane before is probably trapped in a nightmare that he cannot escape from..."
After stopping to commemorate the white-tailed deer, Araloth stood up and stared at the Eternal Queen seriously, "The dark spirits of Athel Loren have become restless. I hope you will be prepared on the way to the Oak of Ages. We may Encountered some extremely tough enemies.”
"Daicha?" Dracnir chuckled, obviously disinterested in Alalos' concerns, and waved his hands to make everyone relax.
"If this ancient tree spirit with evil intentions appears, Aslay won't have any objection if I kill it."
Aralos did not respond. He knelt down and cut off a sharp horn of the white-tailed deer with a knife, leaving several elite Gray Eagles to accompany a group of Azuls and take the lead in scouting ahead.
But no response was the best response. Draconir knew that any creature that attempted to prevent Her Majesty from reaching the Oak of Time would be regarded as Aslay's biggest enemy.
Not to mention Daicha, even if Dursu was here, Aralos would dare to stab the big tree with a green leaf spear.
After all, the situation between the forest spirit and Aslay is really not like that between the dragon and Caledor. On the surface, they are extremely harmonious and respectful, but on the inside, they have their own fears and suspicions.
The maids formed a protective circle around Alarielle, with spears and bows always aimed at enemies who might appear in the dark side of the forest. Among them, the two guardians must be Drachnir and Lilaze.
Although he behaved extremely mischievously along the way, Draconir was still unambiguous when it came to performing his duties. He muttered spells and used the ancient holy relics he carried with him to keep the magical wind of a hundred meters around him steady.
The shield and sword were also ready. Although his father did not fulfill his duties as the champion warrior of the Eternal Queen for a day, and only regarded him as a sleeping warrior, the child still fulfilled his obligations for a short time.
Anyone who dares to touch a hair of the Eternal Queen is provoking the father and son of the Caledor family, and its severity is only inferior to provoking Her Royal Highness the Queen of Tyran Loch.
Endless darkness is waiting for all the Asurs. There are countless invisible eyes hidden in the shadows. The flowers, grass, land, sky, trees, and even the dewdrops dripping from the leaf tips all seem to be possible murderers. (End of chapter)