Arcane splendor begins with the throne

Chapter 62 The Elf Prophet
When dawn came, Brian woke up before the sky was up. He was sitting under the root of the tallest oak tree in the forest, surrounded by dense shrubs and weeds.

Instinctively, he looked up and looked around, only to find that there was no sign of Torviel except for the ashes left by the campfire.

Brian didn't care about this, he just got up and put away the cashmere blanket covering his body, patted the fallen yellow leaves, and prepared to go to the edge of the woodland to put away the security circle he had placed.

As an adventurer who often travels alone, Brian's vigilance is not as bad as imagined.

Even though he looked like he had fallen into a deep sleep after meditating late last night, any subtle movements around him still couldn't hide from his keen perception.

Not only did he know when Tovir left, when he quietly covered himself with the blanket, but he also knew exactly what the other party was doing at this time.

As a qualified elven ranger, Toviel who got up early should sit on the grass by the forest, while planning today's itinerary, while looking up at the sky to study the weather changes, so as to prepare in advance.

After all, they only walked one-fifth of the way to the holy land of elves.

When Brian put away all the silver threads and small bells he had placed along the edge of the woodland, Torviel's slender figure emerged from the early morning mist.

Brian reached out to greet her, with a faint smile on his face, as if nothing happened last night.

Toviel pursed her lips and nodded in response.

Then she walked straight to Brian and handed over the two dewy apples in her arms.

With a seemingly normal reaction, when Brian took the apple, he still noticed the dodge in the elf girl's water-blue eyes.

In this regard, he was too lazy to delve into it.After all, his purpose of going to the Holy Land of the elves was only for the ancient evils, and he never thought of having any messy relationship with these elves.

"What's the plan for today?" Brian rubbed the apple on his clothes, sat on the rock and ate it.

"Hurry up." Toviel tightened the forest-colored cloak on her body, hid her face in the hood, fastened the collar of the cloak, and straightened the longbow and sharp sword.

"Of course I know I have to hurry, you understand what I mean." Brian said.

"Then hurry up and leave as soon as possible." Tovel added, looking deep into the dense forest.

Brian shrugged and didn't answer, but took out a few pieces of dry and hard bread and focused on the food.

While the other party waited silently, he quickly disposed of the two apples and the three pieces of bread in his hands cleanly, and he simply disposed of his breakfast.

Just when he was about to take off the water bag around his waist to drink water, Toviel handed over a delicate glass wine bottle, which was filled with pale golden clear liquid.

Brian took it unceremoniously, unscrewed the cork, put the mouth of the bottle to the tip of his nose and sniffed it. The smell was fragrant, as if it was made from honey from many flowers, which was unexpectedly refreshing.

This is the specialty of the elves: Hundred Flower Nectar.

It is mainly honey produced by a strange bee that the elves find in the depths of the forest.

From the mud on Toviel's dewy trouser legs and leather boots, it can be seen that she must have gone to a valley where flowers are blooming during her rest time, and only in that kind of place can one collect such flowers. Rare honey.

Because the taste was too strong, Brian just tasted it lightly.

In fact, the wine brewed from this honey is a truly rare delicacy.

Although the elves are not famous for brewing, the pleasant mead made from the nectar of flowers even the dwarves find the taste very attractive-though these bearded people will never admit it.

As the fragrant and sweet honey drank, Brian gradually became more energetic.

Even the mental power and arcane energy consumed in making magic equipment and casting spells last night, their recovery speed has been slightly improved visible to the naked eye.

On the surface, Hundred Flowers Nectar has the effect of relieving fatigue and improving, but Brian is very clear that it also has a hidden effect, which is to restore the exhausted mental power caused by excessive spellcasting.

To put it simply, it is to help Brian quickly recover the magic power that has been consumed.

Anyway, now he can be regarded as a real one: Lantiao Mage.

His way of casting spells is not like traditional wizards who communicate with magic nets, use spell books to memorize magic, and then use their own strength to determine how many spells they can cast every day.

If all the spells in one day are cast, you can only wait until the next day to recover, which is the so-called: wait for CD.

But Bryan's method of casting spells is relatively simple.

It is to use the spiritual power to mobilize the arcane energy pool built by oneself, and use the surging arcane energy to activate the arcane fire in the body.

Then the arcane fire replaced the magic net, absorbing the magic elements in the air, transforming them into spells with different powers, and casting them out.

If his spiritual power is compared to the driver of a car, then the arcane energy is the burning gasoline, and the arcane fire is similar to the existence of the engine.

This also means that as long as Brian's mental power is stronger, the magic power generated in the constructed arcane energy pool will be more sufficient, which is much more flexible than the traditional wizard's method of casting spells.

Therefore, for Brian, the effect of Baihuami to restore mental power is more like speeding up the recovery speed of his own arcane energy.

However, Brian did not choose to drink this kind of Hundred Flowers Nectar, which is very precious even in the holy land of elves, but screwed up the cork and solemnly put it away.

Because he wanted to wait until he had time, and planned to try to mix some plants with magic power with this honey to concoct a magic potion similar to mana recovery.

"Thank you." Brian put the nectar into the magic pocket of his coat, thanked Torvel sincerely, and then said, "We can set off."

Seeing Brian unceremoniously taking the nectar she handed him to taste, Torvel looked at her in surprise and looked obviously hesitant.

In the end, she opened her mouth, chose to swallow back the words she begged for, and led him towards the depths of the dense forest.

As an elf ranger who is very familiar with Blackman's wild forest, Brian will naturally not express his opinion, he just needs to follow closely behind.

The two of them shuttled through the forest silently like this. In some places with complex terrain, Toviel would use his eyes to signal Brian to slow down, and move forward cautiously and groping forward together.

In some places, Torviel would stand still, like last night, and whistle pleasantly, and a reply came from the bushes soon, letting the two go.

Although the speed of the two is very fast, it is inevitable to camp overnight.

This time, Brian voluntarily refused to spend the night in the cozy elf camp, choosing instead the dryad woodland like yesterday.

Toviel didn't object to Brian's willful request, but just bid farewell to his elf companions, and continued walking in the dark.

It was not until midnight that the two managed to reach a place that was not much different from the previous woodland.

Brian still took out his eating tools and started cooking.

During this period, a white rabbit inadvertently broke into the campfire of the two, and then was directly kicked by Brian into the bushes, and disappeared.

After a while, a lost wild boar cub was attracted to this place by the light of the fire. The ignorant cub lay unceremoniously at Brian's feet, apparently intending to stay warm here for the night.

Looking at the shivering look of the wild boar cub, Brian couldn't bear the poor little guy's starvation and cold in the forest.

So out of sympathy... let it successfully become a golden roast suckling pig.

The elf girl, who had been watching with cold eyes from the beginning to the end, was tempted by the fragrant barbecue, and after all kinds of refusals, she successfully digested the four legs of the roast suckling pig, and fell asleep with unfulfilled desires.

With the first light of morning, and the sky had not yet dawned, they continued on their way.

Together the two walked through dense jungles, over rugged mountains, through flower-filled valleys, and across misty meadows where elf herders herded their flocks to graze.

On the fifth day they came across a brook running from the north, and its jubilant stream rushed down the green slopes of the hill.

Brian heard the splash of water splashing into a waterfall hidden in the depths of the shadows, and the dark rapids, rushing across the path before his eyes, poured into a dim pool among the roots of the trees.

Seeing Tovel suddenly stop and stare at the stream intently, he asked curiously: "What is the special meaning of this stream?"

In Brian's memory, he had never encountered this creek when he went to the holy land of elves.

He was not surprised by this.

Because the path taken by Toviel is obviously different from the one he took before, relatively speaking, the path guided by the other party is more like a shortcut.

"This is the Melianne stream." Toviel said slowly:

"A long time ago, this stream was the only shortcut to the godswood forest. At that time, the elves who went to the holy land also composed many songs for this stream to praise the guardian of the tree spirit, Xinafei Melianne.

Even now, the tribe still sings these songs, reminiscing about the rainbow over the waterfall and the golden flowers floating in the foam.Today, the elves are in decline, and the dryads in the forest have also disappeared, the road ahead..."

Brian was silent for a moment, then interrupted and asked, "How do you know this?"

After living in the holy land of elves for so many years, he didn't even know that such a long-standing story was hidden.

"It was Granny Villanse, the prophet of the godswood, who told me." Tovel replied with a tone full of respect.

"So, Granny Veranthal has woken up from a deep sleep." Brian asked with a happy expression when he heard that.

According to his guess, the Elf Prophet Veranthor is very likely to be an old antique that has survived since the elves came to this world in a spaceship.

It is a pity that although this elf prophet has mastered many secrets, his physical condition is extremely unstable, and he often falls into a deep sleep unconsciously.

Brian only remembered that he was raised by his mother-in-law Veranthor until he was five years old, and before he had time to ask anything, he fell into a deep sleep again.

Ten years ago, he left the Tigrela Palace and came to the Elf Holy Land. One of the most important reasons was to wait for the prophet to wake up.

Regrettably, he waited for five full years, but he never woke up.

Now that the time is ripe, it is necessary for Brian to ask the elf prophet more secrets about this world.

"Woke up two years ago."

"In this case, don't waste time here." Brian suppressed the sense of urgency in his heart, and immediately reminded: "Let's go."

As long as they cross this stream and enter the deepest part of the oak forest, they will reach their destination: the sacred forest.

Brian roughly estimated that at the speed of the two of them, they could arrive before dark.

"Wait a minute." Toviel looked back at Brian, and said, "The water from the Melianne stream can wash away the tiredness of the journey. Don't you plan to try it?"

After speaking, she sat on the rock and began to take off her boots on her own.

Brian couldn't stand it anymore, he frowned and said, "You are planning to take a bath here, aren't you?"

After saying this, he faintly felt that with the character of the other party, he should not be so open.

"..." Toviel blushed slightly, stopped her hands and explained: "I just want to wade through here and wash my feet by the way."

Brian shrugged. He did not take off his boots like his opponent, but stepped directly into the stream and followed Torvel.

He stood for a moment in the water, letting the water flow over his weary feet.

The water was very cold, but it felt very clean to him. As he continued to move forward, the water gradually rose to his knees.

I don't know if it was an illusion or it really played a role, but Brian clearly felt that the dust and all the fatigue of the journey seemed to be washed away along his legs.

Reaching the other side of the stream, Brian listened to the sweet music of the waterfall running in the shadows, while waiting patiently for Torviel who was sitting by the stream soaking his feet.

At noon, the two arrived in the hinterland of Blackman: Oak Forest.

Even after living here for so many years, Brian still couldn't help feeling awed when he saw the familiar scene in front of him again.

Most of the trees in the oak forest are oak trees. The thick and thick trunks squeeze each other, the twisted branches weave a dense towering treetop above the head, and the deformed intertwined roots wrestle with each other underground.

The bright sunlight slanted down from the gaps in the white clouds and shone on the tallest oak tree in the middle of the forest. It looked strange and holy, like a miracle descending from the clouds.

"Since you don't recognize members of your own elves, you should know the rules for outsiders going to the godswood." Toviel stood side by side with Brian and reminded him.

"Of course I know." Brian said indifferently, "Take it here."

Toviel took out a black scarf from his arms and handed it to Brian.

Brian took it and directly covered his eyes.

In the former oak forest, there lived the largest number of dryads in the entire continent.

However, as the ancient evil approached, these darlings of nature all disappeared without a trace.

And because 25 years ago, the human commando rushed into the hinterland of the holy land of the elves, which made the high-level elves realize that without the help of the dryads, the defense of the oak forest faced a huge loophole.

So as time goes by, it is full of deadly traps: deep pits with stakes, activated treants who will suddenly wake up, organs that trigger arrows, ball-shaped spikes falling from the sky, and even many more Ferocious beasts that are mostly stocked by elf rangers.

Therefore, as an outsider, Brian wanted to enter the hinterland of the oak forest, he could only cover his eyes.

"Take my hand, and I will lead you in." Toviel, who was leading the way, looked at Brian and reminded him.

"That's not necessary, I can do it myself." Brian refused confidently, and followed the breath of Toviel.

Although the rotten leaves on the ground are wet and slippery, it is very inconvenient to walk on.

But there are open spaces between the great oaks, and no other vegetation can survive in their shadow, and encounter no imperceptible obstacle.

"Be careful of the roots under your feet."

Toviel gave him a strange look, and reminded him helplessly.

Brian was stunned, and suddenly felt that his left foot that had just been raised seemed to be caught by something, and then his body staggered and almost fell to the ground.

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(End of this chapter)