Arcane splendor begins with the throne

Chapter 64

The oak forest is the center of the entire Blackman, and the godswood is the sacred place of the oak forest.

In the time when the dryads had not yet disappeared, the godswood, a forest called the "temple" by the elves, was mainly the residence of the dryads and their guardian, Sinafee Melianne.

At the same time, it is also the place where the high-level elves and dryads discuss important matters here.

That is to say, members of the five major families of the elves and the royal family of the elves do not live in the godswood forest, but are scattered in various valleys of the oak forest.

Now, with the dryads gone, the godswood has gradually become a place for stray elves and half-elf orphans.

But no elf would dare deny that the godswood is their holy place.

The two are more like a symbiotic relationship.The elves help the dryads drive away human loggers and poachers, and the dryads provide shelter for the elves to survive.

However, Brian didn't like the godswood very much in his heart.

In his opinion, this place is more like a dark and primitive place. During the period of the dead tree house, there are thousand-year-old trees lying around, and the smell of damp and decay is everywhere.

The trees here are still dominated by oaks, most of them are extremely strong, and their height is even more immeasurable. Just the position where the winding and powerful roots turn into trunks is higher than his head.

To Brian it was a place of deep silence and shadow, a rheumatic nightmare.

However, what he didn't know was that many elves over 200 years old always liked to tell the young elves about the past history in a nostalgic tone.

In the time when the dryads in hibernation had not completely disappeared, the godswood was a bright and clear garden in the wild mountains of Blackman, where the shadows of tall oak trees sprinkled into the streams, and the birds nested in the forest. Singing loudly, the air is filled with the fragrance of flowers...

It is a pity that with the coming of the ancient evil, if it is not stopped, all life will end in the perfect eternal immortality.

After bidding farewell to Athel, Brian followed Torviel along the path lined with weeds and walked through the dense oak forest.

In the woods stood many huts of intertwined branches, roofed with leaves, and countless gigantic parasites, hanging heavily from the branches and trunks, for shelter from the wind and rain.

These tree houses are all shelters made by dryads using living trees to let the branches grow naturally.

The holy land under the night is quiet and serene, and every tree in the forest can make him feel a kind of depth and weight that has been precipitated from the long years.

In this forest shrouded in deep darkness, the only source of light is the vine-like plants that emerge from the soil on the side of the road.

These plants spread out many small, winding branches to the sides, winding around the nearby treetops. At the top of each branch, there is a round fruit like an emerald green pearl.

The fruit emits a soft and dense light, like fireflies, filling the forest with light and shadow.

As the two of them got deeper and deeper, Brian could clearly feel a gloomy atmosphere in the air. He even smelled the decaying smell of dead branches and leaves mixed with the faint fragrance of grass and trees, which made him feel strange and strange.

Compared with five years ago, the speed at which the breath of negative energy spread was a little faster than expected, Brian took a deep breath of cool air that penetrated his heart, thinking to himself.

"Go in, Brian, Granny Veranthor lives here." Toviel stopped in front of a small building and turned to look at Brian.

Brian looked at the tree house made of intertwined branches in front of him, his eyes raised involuntarily, and stayed on the decayed dead branches and leaves on the roof, which seemed to be vaguely surrounded by death.

This made him instantly realize that the corrupted land left by the ancient evil in the Godswood Forest has gradually begun to affect this place.

Brian knew very well that if the evils were allowed to rot like this, the rotten place filled with death and shadows would gradually spread around the godswood forest until it filled the entire plane.

"Goodbye, Toviel." Brian looked at the elf girl in front of him, and said sincerely: "Thank you for your escort all the way, you should go back and rest early."

Toviel nodded slightly, raised his drooping eyelids, and glanced at Brian through his long eyelashes. His slender figure turned and disappeared into the thick fog above his knees.

Brian pushed the door open with a nervous expression and entered.

Glowing vines hang all over the 'walls', filling the whole tree house with a dim, eerie blue fluorescent light, and the branches of the trees are intertwined in a canine pattern to form the wooden pillars inside the house.

A fist-sized crystal was embedded in the center of the leaf-built roof, emitting a mottled and dazzling light, as if a pair of tiny daggers had stabbed his eyes.

Granny Veranthal's tree house is just like the one he saw five years ago, full of objects everywhere.

Books are piled up to the roof on the tables and chairs, rows of unknown bottles and cans are displayed on the shelves, the furniture is full of leftover refreshing incense and ashes, and a crooked star image is hung on the 'wall' A seemingly simple, gnarled and sturdy oak cane is leaning against the bed, scattered maps are spread on the bed, parchment, quills and ink bottles are everywhere, and many things are covered with rotten yellow leaves .

As usual, Granny Veranthal lay on a couch made of a living tree whose branches were braided and hung down to the ground, covered with deep, soft ferns.

This bed is still growing on the tree, and it is still green in the bleak late autumn.

Brian didn't know what Grandma Veranthir looked like when she was young. He only knew that the elf prophet now looked as shrunken as it did five years ago.

All the muscles in her body were drawn into the bones, her wrinkled face was so dry that it looked sad, and there were only a few white hairs on her freckled scalp.

No one knows her real age.

Even the oldest known Druid in the Holy Land would bend his stooped body and call her Granny Veranthur when he saw her.

Hearing Brian's voice, Granny Verantha opened her cloudy eyes, which were almost blind, and called out in a small, painful voice, "Is it Brian?"

"Brian..." She opened her toothless mouth and showed a trembling smile, "My child, you are finally here. I have been waiting for you here, and I knew you would come back."

Brian walked to the bed and held Granny Veranthor's groping hand. On the withered palm, the skin was loosely covered with bones, as if he had lost all strength.

But Brian knew very well that it was these limp hands that dug him out of the thick ashes under the oak tree of Sina Fey Melianne.

On her ring finger she wore a white gold ring set with diamonds, surrounded by smaller blue and white stones that shone brightly even in the dim light.

"I also know that you will wake up, dear Granny Veranthal." Brian looked into her cloudy eyes.He could feel that Granny Veranthal's nearly blind eyes looked at him more clearly than anyone with normal sight.

Even so, Brian still said firmly: "So, I'm back, please tell me everything about this world!"

(End of this chapter)