Arcane splendor begins with the throne

Chapter 69
The dark shadows of the trees were hidden in the deep night, and covered with a dark veil of mist. The giant oak trees loomed eerily in the mist, the trunks were very close to each other, and the branches were twisted like claws.

It's quiet here as usual, Brian thought.

This is the hinterland of the godswood. It is not only the hermitage of the guardian of the dryad, Sinafee Melianne, but also the place where his elven mother, whom he has never met, once set himself on fire, and where he was born.

As his king father said, he is a half-elf born from the flames, representing a special meaning.

Regrettably, as the ancient evils approached step by step, this place has once again become a paradise for the dead.

Brian looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar sight in front of him with a slightly sad expression. He stopped and his thoughts drifted back to the scenes of his childhood living here.

He would never forget the sight of the godswood at its most lush.

When he was a baby, he was dug out of the ashes by Granny Veranthur and held him in her arms, and opened his confused eyes ignorantly. The scene he saw is still vivid in his mind, as if it just happened.

In the godswood forest at that time, natural magic turned the land all over the forest into patches of almost uniform fresh green, and the moist green color formed a turbulent ocean, swaying in the wind like waves.

The rich fragrance from the soil and vegetation always makes his senses involuntarily immersed in this beautiful scenery.

In such a scene, his mind seems to have lost his keen insight, and time and space seem to be stagnant, making him just want to be intoxicated in the waves of natural breath.

However, at this time the forest.

The tower-like oak tree twists upwards and disappears into the gray fog. The withered and blackened treetops block out the sky and only seep in a dead gray light. The black puddles are like dark mirrors, scattered on the muddy road. .

The forest is silent, as quiet as a deserted tomb, but it seems to be screaming silently.

"Gah! Gah! Gah!"

At this time, the silent night was shattered by screams and the sound of wings beating, and Brian, who came back to his senses, saw a black crow hovering above his head through the mist.

When the crow realized that he was staring at it, it made an ugly quacking sound again, flapped its wings as black as night, and disappeared into the thick night.

Brian fastened the cloak, put on the hood, and hid his body in the gloom, then walked firmly towards the depths of the withered forest without fear.

The oldest and strongest emotion of human beings is fear, and the oldest and strongest fear comes from the unknown. Brian, who knows the characteristics of ancient evils, will naturally not be intimidated by the sight in front of him.

As he continued to move forward, he could feel the mist seeping from the forest engulfing the road behind him, and wetting his whole body bit by bit, allowing the bone-chilling chill to slowly permeate every inch of him skin.

He didn't care. Compared to the ancient evil that even the gods would fear, this coldness was really nothing.

Soon, in an impassable withered forest ahead, Brian saw a towering archway growing out of twisted trees, hazy due to the mist.

On both sides of the arch, two rotten ancient war trees stood in full armor. The upper body of the ancient trees, withered and broken due to the power of corruption, lay quietly in the wild grass at the feet.

In the deep night, what greeted Brian seemed to be only silence and stillness.

"Hey! Brian, why are you standing there in a daze, do you need help?"

Suddenly, a grinning voice came from the withered treetops, calling towards Brian.

Brian raised his head vigilantly. Through the cold mist, he saw the half-elf Athel in a gray cloak leaning on the branch of the oak tree with his legs crossed.

Holding a long sword with a sheath in his arms, he was looking at himself with interest with a pair of gray-blue eyes.

"No need." Brian withdrew his gaze, calmed down, and said without thinking.

He is well aware of the characteristics of the ancient evils, and because of this, naturally he will not let these innocent people die with him in vain.

"Clap!"

Arthur twisted his body and jumped down from the top of the tree. The twisted claw-like branches on the trunk swayed wildly, looking like a terrifying monster with teeth and claws in the night.

"I knew you would say that." When he was rejected, Athel obviously expected it a long time ago.

He crossed the muddy puddle, deliberately sniffed the breath of death in the air, walked up to Brian, and said with a smile: "Do you really want to go in? Compared with five years ago, it is much different here." Much more dangerous."

"I have to go in." Brian said seriously.

Yes, he must go in, otherwise nothing but death greets him.

And he already felt very clearly that the corrupting power from the ancient evil was polluting the entire world at an extremely fast speed.

If he remains indifferent, within two years, this small world will grow stronger with the ancient evils, bringing true fear to the whole world.

Moreover, for this day to come, he has already made sufficient preparations, and he will definitely not regress at this time.

"Then it's up to you." Athol looked into Brian's eyes, which were almost jet black, and quickly dodged away.

He pursed his lips pretending not to care, but he couldn't help but recall in his mind that when he and he first came here five years ago, the eyes and tone of the other party when they spoke were exactly the same as they are now.

Thinking of the danger in the depths of the forest and Brian's firm determination, Assel couldn't help but feel a little more respect when he looked at him with eyes that seemed to be always smiling.

Then, holding the sheathed sword in his arms with both hands, he swayed around Brian, put his arms around his shoulder affectionately, and joked with a smile:
"It's your own business if you insist on going. No one can stop you. However, I want to declare one thing in advance. If you really die in it, I will not risk my life to help you restrain yourself Corpse. So, is there any last words that need to be explained in advance?

Don't worry, we are friends, even if you ask me to send a letter to your old king in Tigrila, I will try my best to help you. "

"Then you won't worry about it." Brian shook off Assel's arm, glared at him maliciously, and then said in a relaxed tone:

"Haven't you read the novel? Often people who need to confess their last words before leaving will be favored by the god of death. So, I don't need to leave any hellish last words, but you, I advise you to confess as soon as possible , otherwise, no one will know when he was fed by wild beasts."

"Just keep your mouth shut." Assel replied casually, then changed the topic, and warned Brian with a slightly serious look:

"In any case, compared with five years ago, this place has indeed become more dangerous. Just a month ago, a human knight riding a skeleton horse ran out of it. He's got it. And every time midnight falls, there's the howling of the dead, and I suspect there are a lot of ghosts in there."

When Brian heard this, there was a look of surprise in his eyes.

At the same time, I began to speculate in my heart how far the power of the ancient evil had grown.

"Since it's so dangerous, why didn't you send someone to clean up the surrounding undead creatures?" Brian frowned, and asked his inner question: "Could it be that they just let it go?"

"Originally everyone thought so. Our leader, Alan De, went there in person two years ago, trying to clean up all the undead creatures inside. But the strange thing is here, since the leader of Alan De was safe and sound. After walking out, he gave an order with a cold face that made everyone puzzled: no one is allowed to approach, and no one is allowed to harm the undead creatures inside."

Assel secretly glanced at Brian, and muttered in a low voice: "Who knows why this guy suddenly showed mercy to these undead, I think he has a mental illness."

Brian stared at the fog in front of him. Like Asel, he also couldn't figure out what the leader of the elves meant by doing this.

Of course, at least he won't think that the other party is really mentally ill.

"No objection?" Blaine pressed.

"Of course someone objected." There was a playful smile on the corner of Arthur's mouth, and he said with a smile:

"At that time, the most violent objection was the old druid Elmon. The two of them were arguing here. The old guy held a cane, pointed at the nose of the leader of Aland and yelled, saying that he must All undead are expelled from the temple, for these undead have desecrated the great Sifna Melianne.

Watching the heat... I happened to pass by here, so I hid in a tree and watched it secretly for a while.Of course, I didn't come all the way here to watch the excitement, mainly because I was afraid that our old Druid would be so angry that he would suddenly be so angry that he would have to deal with it. "

"Then... how did Chief Aland explain it?" Brian asked calmly after hesitating.

For such an exaggerated description of Assel, Brian naturally wouldn't believe it all.

After all, the old druid had always given him the impression of an amiable old man who liked to wear a raven cloak, so how could he be making noise in the forest regardless of his image.

"How else can I explain it, with a stern face, one cold snort from the left and one cold snort from the right, just without saying the reason, the old Druid was so angry that he almost knocked his stick on his cold mask. "Athel became interested in an instant, and told Brian:

"Actually, I once thought that the two of them would fight, and it would be fun to watch. It's a pity that they were stopped by Granny Weilanse in the end, and then these two guys looked down like children who did something wrong. The head obediently followed Granny Veranthor. They chatted from dusk until late at night in the tree house, and finally the old Druid compromised and agreed to what Chief Alande did."

Brian nodded thoughtfully. He knew that the reason why the two compromised was most likely caused by the ancient evil.

But he still couldn't figure out what this had to do with not clearing the undead creatures in the temple.

"So, the temple of Sina Fey Melianne became a forbidden area two years ago, and I am the keeper of the forbidden area." Athel returned to his smiling face, and stood beside Brian Shakingly said:
"In principle, I can't let you in, but our great prophet, Granny Veranthor, has already told me in advance, let me ignore that idiot...don't ignore the leader's instructions, now you can come and go freely , no one can stop you."

"Thank you." Brian thanked him perfunctorily.

"You're welcome." Athel waved his hand casually, as perfunctory as Brian's thanks.

Then, he took out a palm-sized glass bottle from his arms and handed it over:
"Take this with you. The air inside is bone-chillingly cold. It's no different from being naked after entering. This thing can not only refresh you, but also warm you up. No way, my ability is really limited, and I can help you That's all there is to it."

Blaine reached out and took the bottle without hesitation.

Through the piercing pale moonlight, he found that the bottle was filled with golden wine.

Immediately, his expression changed, he unscrewed the cork, sniffed the mellow wine, and then took a sip, then smiled at Asel and said:

"I can't tell. You're living a good life, you even carry this Hundred Flowers Honey Wine with you. Be honest, who did you take this from?"

The fine wine in his hand is the elven honey wine brewed from the specialty of the elves, 'Hundred Flower Honey'.

Even Brian seldom tasted this rare wine.

With the disappearance of dryads, Blacktman's forest also lost its former luxuriance. The raw material of this kind of mead, Hundred Flowers Honey, is even more difficult to obtain. The rarity of Hundred Flowers Honey Wine is self-evident.

"It's good to drink some, why is there so much nonsense." Asel's expression was filled with embarrassment, and then he turned around and said, "Be careful yourself, and I'm leaving!"

"Athel, don't run around tomorrow, I'll ask you to drink." Brian put away the bottle, looked at Asel's back who was about to disappear into the mist, and reminded him.

"Then let the gods in the sky bless you and come back soon."

Hearing this, Asel put the sheathed sword in his arms on his shoulder, waved his hand towards Brian, and disappeared into the mist with a very chic look.

Brian suppressed his smile, and took out a small box from his dimensional pocket with a dignified expression.

He put the box on the ground and opened it. Inside were many grids padded with silk cloth, and the grids were filled with small transparent glass medicine bottles.

Brian took out a bottle of dark vision potion, uncorked it and drank it, and then took out two bottles containing silver liquid.

He pulled out the long sword at his waist, poured the two bottles of liquid onto the blade that shone with cold light, and began to draw temporary magic runes.

When everything was ready, Brian packed his things and whispered a spell to the sharp sword in his hand,

A star-like silver glow suddenly circulated on the sword body.

Then, he walked towards the temple with his shining sword in hand.

(End of this chapter)