Arcane splendor begins with the throne

Chapter 63 Arriving at the Holy Land
Bryan followed Torviel's slow pace and continued on.

When he entered the oak forest, he felt the warmth on his face not diminishing at all. Apparently, the bright sunshine was shining through the blindfolded cloth.

It can be judged from this that this is a sunny day.

He could hear the rustling of the branches and leaves in the blowing breeze, and unknown birds singing from high above, with cheerful and melodious voices.

As the two of them got deeper, Brian could still smell the fragrance of flowers in the warm air.He can even think of butterflies and bees flying leisurely among the flowers, as if, like him, he is intoxicated by the beauty around him.

This is the very center of Blackman, Oak Forest.

It is not only the holy land of dryads, but also the sanctuary of the elves, and it is also the first place he saw when he opened his confused eyes.

"Blackman, the end of the journey, the destiny..." Brian muttered to himself.

When it comes to fate, he doesn't know how to continue, because he can't guarantee that his journey will really end as successfully as he thought in his heart.

In countless silent moments, he can always easily think of fate and eternity.

He sometimes believes that in many cases, he actually has a certain degree of premonition about his fate.

This premonition may be like a woman's sixth sense, or it may be some kind of indescribable intuition.

Many times, Brian would rather play dumb than tell anyone what he knew would happen in the future.

Even sometimes, he would look up at the stars alone and feel the helplessness and sadness of life.

Having been a human being for two lives, he obviously feels that life is so long, but there are so many helpless things. He always wants to change a lot, but he is often unable to do so.

It's like how much he once wanted to fall in love with someone, but that person would never pay more attention to you anyway, because you are not the one she likes, no matter how hard you work and how much you pay , are useless, helpless.

Therefore, Brian believes that the sadness of life is hidden in his own heart, and he can never express it, and he can never share it with others.

"There is a stream ahead, we have to step on stones to cross the river." Toviel reminded Brian softly: "Be careful, don't fall into the water."

Brian nodded slightly in response.

Destiny swirled around me like water in a river embankment. It made my steps heavy, but I never looked back. Brian couldn't help but think to himself, and the steps forward involuntarily became much firmer.

He heard the sound of rushing water, and judged that there was a brook blocking the way ahead, and based on the sound of the rapids hitting the reef, he guessed that there were seven reefs for crossing the river.

Although there was darkness in front of his eyes, he had already locked onto Toviel's figure through his own spiritual power, and the other's every move was completely in his mind.

Even Toviel's movement of brushing the sweat-soaked hair on his forehead behind his ears was clear.

Moreover, he could clearly feel that when the elf girl walked, she intentionally let her light and silent steps make a rustling sound of trampling the ground.

Under Toviel's watchful eye, Brian, who had already locked onto the opponent's footing position through mental power, carefully stepped on the reef in the stream and moved forward slowly.

He jumped from one wet stone to another with great precision, maintaining his balance so well that even the slippery stones could not prevent him from slipping.

Standing on the pebbly beach, Brian's trousers wetted by the water let him know that the stream is cold and sweet. From time to time, he can still feel many small animals coming out of the woods and running to the river to drink.

In the chaotic darkness, Brian locked onto the familiar aura beside him and walked silently.

Soon, his keen intuition allowed him to hear the vague sound of bowstring rubbing.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Immediately afterwards, he felt three sharp arrows shoot into the ground.

These three arrows fell from the sky, almost vertically inserted into the layer of rotting leaves only two steps away from him.

Brian didn't need to raise his covered eyes, he just stopped and remained motionless.

He felt that his hand was gently held by Toviel, as if sending him a message not to worry, if he could see it, he believed that the other party must be smiling at him.

So his tense body slowly relaxed.

Afterwards, the elf girl took off the longbow on her shoulder, bent down and picked up the three sharp arrows on the ground.

Brian heard the familiar sound of the bowstring being drawn, and he instantly recognized that it was Torviel shooting an arrow.

Because her bow is a compound recurve bow made of mahogany and bison tendon.

The bow body of the laminated structure and the bowstring made of animal tendon make it shoot arrows faster than human bows, and the parabola is smaller, which greatly reduces the possibility of being deflected by the wind.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

With three whistles in a row, Brian heard the arrow piercing through the dense leaves and hitting the trunk of a birch tree at the same time.

The birch bark is very smooth and mostly peels off in thin layers. When the sharp arrow hits the trunk, there will be first the sound of cracking bark, and then the dull echo of the trunk.

The birch must be hidden somewhere hard to find, unless Toviel knew where it was, Brian thought.

A gust of wind whispered the message, it was the language of the elves, not the sharp arrow, but he didn't understand the meaning of this vague code word.

However, this is not important, the secret guard has already released it.

The two continued to move forward, although the tall oak trees made the forest very open, but the forest was full of deadly traps, and their speed had to be slowed down as much as possible.

About two hours into the journey, Brian suddenly heard the sound of violent shaking of the branches of the surrounding oak trees, and the withered and yellow leaves fell like rain, which was quite bleak.

He was not surprised, because they came to the territory of the activated treant.

Even if he couldn't see it, he could feel that these activated treants must be threatening to block their way forward.

These silent oak tree guards gradually developed their own consciousness through a long period of growth, becoming an ancient war tree that guards the forest and the dryads.

There are also, it is said, some very ancient treants who have successfully taken up the druid profession.

Their duty is to guard the oak forest.

It's a pity that with the disappearance of the dryad, most of the powerful activated oak trees also fell into a deep sleep, and there were obvious signs of withering on the trunk.

Facing the activated tree man blocking the way, Brian stopped wisely.

Although these big guys are slow, they will lie on the bed for at least a week if they hit them all at once.

He noticed that Toviel beside him took out a rattling chain, and then waved at the tree man, and the two passed smoothly.

As the sun disappeared from the western horizon, Brian gradually felt that the surrounding trees were getting denser, because he was always careful to avoid the many twisted and intertwined roots.

There are no shrubs in the forest, and the ground surface gradually rises with walking, and occasionally, water droplets condensed by moisture vapor drip from the still leaves.

As Brian followed Torvel slowly and deeper, he felt an extremely uncomfortable feeling.

He began to feel that he was being watched secretly by many eyes.

Although he knew very well that this feeling was caused by the beast hidden in the depths, he still had to be alert to the fatal blow that might fly at any time.

Fortunately, his worries were obviously unnecessary.

When the last rays of the sun faded, Torviel finally brought him safely to the outskirts of the elven sanctuary.

Under Toviel's gesture, Brian took off the blindfold.

It was a clear and comfortable night, wild cats were walking, nightingales were chirping, and insects in the forest were singing together.

Brian looked up at the night sky. The stars were like cold jewels, dotted with the dark sky, and the moonlight poured down through the thin clouds, gently outlining the outline of the forest.

The tall oak trees are closely arranged, like giants standing side by side under the night.

A gust of night wind blows, and there are rustling sounds in the forest, as if the trees and fireflies are whispering, or as if the elves hidden in the dark are running silently.

finally reached.

Looking at the arch-like oak tree not far away, Brian couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

Just when he was about to walk in with Torviel, a sharp sword fell from the sky, flashing silver sword light, and stabbed directly at his head.

Brian's expression changed. Facing this unexpected attack, he was caught off guard for a moment. Fortunately, he is a master swordsman with rich combat experience, and his reaction nerves are as fast as ever.

"Clang!"

Brian drew out the long sword at his waist like lightning, and the sharp blade shone brightly in the moonlight.

Just when the sharp sword falling from the sky was within a millimeter of his head, he swung his long sword upwards in time to successfully block the attack.

"Clap!"

Bryan heard the slight sound of footsteps landing, and he didn't turn his head, because he could clearly feel that the enemies behind him had locked him and were launching a charge.

At the same time, this inexplicable sense of familiarity brought his memory back to the peaceful time when he practiced in the Holy Land.

The moment Brian was ready to fight back, he instantly felt the enemies behind him roll towards him like a whirlwind.

The enemy's long sword stabbed and slashed, attacking from every angle like a storm.

Brian waved the sharp sword in his hand, blocking them one by one in a calm manner, his bright eyes revealed a calm and calm light.

As a bystander, Toviel finally reacted.

She had never seen such a fierce blade fight. Both sides were shrouded in an impenetrable shadow of swords and swords, and each other tried their best to attack their opponents.

Looking at the dazzling sparks spurting out from between the sharp blades, Tovel didn't know what to do for a moment.

Instinctively, she took off the longbow, put on a sharp arrow, and the arrow reached the figure of the attacker.

In the gap of aiming, she saw the attacker who suddenly appeared again, the sharp blade in his hand danced brilliantly, and swung away the long sword that Brian stabbed.

Bryan followed the opponent's moves without showing any weakness, and spun around gracefully, using a force strong enough to make the attacker stagger backwards, and suddenly parried the stabbing long sword.

Immediately afterwards, because the force of Brian's collision was too strong, the attacker rolled on the ground to lose all his strength, and then jumped up nimbly like a wild cat.

However, when he stood up, Brian's sharp sword was already on his neck.

"You've lost again, Athel."

Brian put away his long sword and looked at the attacker in front of him.

Standing in front of him was a young half-elf, sharp-featured and thin as craggy as a rock, but with a perpetual smile in his brown eyes.

Brian has spent at least fifteen years in the holy land of elves, and naturally he has made many friends.

And the half-elf named Athel in front of him is one of his good friends.

But what Brian didn't expect was that as soon as his front foot reached the Holy Land, the opponent's surprise attack came in an instant.

He didn't think there would be such a coincidence in the world, and the other party might have been hiding here long ago, waiting for his arrival.

"I'm used to it." Athel shrugged indifferently, then put away his long sword, put his thin and slender fingers casually on the wide belt made of brass pieces, walked up to Brian, reached out and patted Pat him on the shoulder, look straight into his eyes, and smile:
"Welcome back, Brian. Although we haven't seen each other for five years, your black eyes are so impressive. I know them even when they turned into ashes. Of course, the most important thing is that your sword skills are stronger than five years ago, fatal."

"Hey, Miss Tovill, please put away the arrow." After Athel finished speaking, he immediately turned his head and looked at Toviel, "Don't you know? In Blackman, the feeling of being pointed at by an arrow Son is the worst."

Toviel didn't say a word, but gently put away his bow and arrow, walked up to Brian, and stood behind him.

"If it's okay, I'll take my leave first." Brian was well aware of Athel's unscrupulous character, and he didn't want to waste time with him here, so he dropped a sentence with a stern face, and prepared to go to the temple with Toviel.

"Hey!" Asel heard the words, trotted to stop Brian, and said, "Why are you getting more and more unkind, and haven't been back for so many years, don't you want to see them?"

"Who?" Brian asked.

"Of course it's Yannick, Blass, Xavier, and Moran." Assel said quickly, "If they know you're back, I think they will be very happy."

"Are they doing well?" Brian sighed softly in his heart, and the corpses of Thorn Castle once again appeared uncontrollably in his mind.

These were his playmates in the temple when he was young, almost all half-elf vagrants, or elf orphans whose parents died.

However, Brian, who has two lives, always feels very awkward every time he mixes with them, and he seems to be out of place.

But anyway, it was the only happy time he had.

After all, when he was a child, due to his immature brain development, his memory of his previous life was not as deep as it is now.

"Of course it's fine." The sadness in Athel's gray-blue eyes was fleeting, and then he leaned against the oak tree and said with a smile:

"They have a very good life, because I go to the grave to accompany them every day. After all, I am the only one left besides you, isn't it?"

"Athel." Brian said in a low voice.

"Well, what's the matter?" Arthur looked up at his good friend.

"I'm fucking you!"

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(End of this chapter)