Arcane splendor begins with the throne

Chapter 81 The Song of the Dryad
At the same time, everyone focused their attention on the Raven who suddenly appeared.

At the same time, Brian's gaze softened a lot when he looked at the raven.

When the raven was about to touch the ground, it turned into a cloud of black smoke.

As the smoke dissipated, a figure appeared in front of everyone.

This is an old elf wearing a raven cloak.

I saw him holding a dead wood crutch that was a knot taller than himself with both hands, supporting his frail body, a smile appeared on his old face, and he greeted Brian, "Long time no see, Brian."

"Elder Elmon." Brian bowed lightly to the old man, and asked in a questioning tone, knowingly: "What do you mean?"

In Brian's impression, the druid in front of him, who lived deep in the temple, liked to hang an amiable face on his old face.

Regarding the affairs of the elves, he has remained neutral from beginning to end, and will never get involved.

But today, when he saw the other party again, he found that he was wrong.

When the druid's cloudy eyes looked at him, there was a hint of dodge, and there was also an unshakable determination, which made him feel a faint aura of something bad.

Because he knew very well that if this Druid, who was above the extraordinary level and proficient in the three-ring magic, also participated in the siege of him, he would have no chance of escaping at all.

At this time, it was obviously impossible for him to break through with strength.

"We have no other intention, we just want to take you back to Tigrela and exchange a little bit of our living space with your king father." Druid Elmon answered Brian's question in a helpless tone.

When Brian heard this, his expression turned cold, and he said sarcastically, "Living space?"

He vaguely guessed what the purpose of these stubborn elves was.

He doesn't intend to go back to Tigrila, let alone mentioning it, even if he is willing to go back, he will never agree to this ignorant request.

Besides, he couldn't guarantee that the king of Tigrila would really compromise with the elves for him.

"That's right, we have to do this, Brian, I hope you can understand, this is an impossible solution." Looking at the scenery in the forest, the Druid said slowly:

"Blacktman is a wild mountain. We not only have to fight against the dangerous living environment, but we also have to be constantly prepared for raids by humanoid creatures. Now, the tree spirits we depend on for survival have disappeared, and even the guardian of the tree spirits, Hope Nafi Melianne has also abandoned us, we are starving and in danger of genocide. The world has changed and no longer favors us..."

"So?" Brian interrupted coldly.

"So we must have a piece of land to survive, a piece of land that can be cultivated. The wild mountains can't meet the needs of the people. In order to survive, we need the vitality and prosperity of the land."

"And then? Then when you get the land, accumulate strength and grow gradually, take up the bows and arrows and sharp knives in your hands, and vent the hatred you have accumulated for nearly a thousand years to human civilians." Brian looked around, examining one by one. Everyone, said straight to the point:

"Put away your naive thoughts. You really think that the rulers of human beings are as easy to deceive as yourself. Even if they are willing to give you land, you have no ability to defend it."

Brian really couldn't figure out whose idea this naughty idea came from. He couldn't even understand such a simple truth. He had lived so long in vain.

Thinking of this, he looked deeply at Dalai who was beside him.

He suddenly noticed that in the previous battle, the opponent had dodged his attack, resulting in a handful of white objects that looked like wolf skins exposed in his arms.

Brian looked thoughtful.

He felt that the whole matter might not be as simple as he imagined, and it was probably caused by being secretly promoted.

Druid Elmon held his cane with both hands, lowered his cloudy eyes, and remained silent.

"We don't need charity from humans." Dalai looked directly at Brian with cold eyes and said with hatred every word: "This is our land, we just want to get back what belongs to us."

"Yes, take back the land that belongs to you. You are eager for revenge, and you are soberly aware of your own powerlessness, so you can only use despicable means to satisfy your inner needs." Brian looked at him with pity, and sarcastically said:
"You guys are really pathetic. You think that if you catch me, you can exchange for the land you live on, and you can survive. You have never considered how your ancestors lost their land. You will not solve the problem in essence. This means that you are hopeless.

But sadly, your lifespan is very long, so you will survive for a long time with your own hypocrisy and arrogance, and then hide in the desolate mountains and watch your compatriots become fewer and fewer in the difficult life. The weaker you become, the more painful you become, and then you helplessly watch those compatriots with old, desperate, helpless eyes die in front of your eyes..."

Brian's voice was so powerful that it hit the heart of every elf, making them almost all bow their heads.

And Brian had already quietly approached Dalai's side while walking casually in this gap of speaking.

At the same time, he also activated the "Nature's Blessing" ability he had just acquired, gaining a 4-point agility bonus.

Just when the pale Dalai was about to fight back, Brian suddenly swung his sharp sword, tearing the air straight, and slashed across the man with lightning speed Patriarch of the 'Golden Petal' Siroma family.

A deep and long blood mark was neatly left on his neck, and scarlet blood suddenly gurgled out.

When Dalai reacted, it was too late.

He covered the wound on his neck with both hands, looked at Brian's cold face in disbelief, and fell to the ground stiffly and heavily, lifeless.

This sudden scene didn't even react to Druid Elmon beside him.

When everyone cast their shocked gazes on Brian and were about to respond, he waved his hand and a palm-sized wolf skin floated out from Dalai's arms.

Brian carefully observed the snow-white fur that fell into his hand, and he found that it was covered with dense words.

"The patriarch of the Siloma family has cheated on the Niluskans, and now I have cleared the door for you." Brian snorted coldly, and directly threw the collaborating wolf skin into the Druid's hands.

Brian, who once lived in the Kingdom of Tegrila, knows very well that the flag of the Kingdom of Niluskan is: Winter Wolf.

Therefore, when he noticed the things in Darai's arms, he thought of the abnormal attitude of the other party, immediately confirmed the judgment in his heart, and made a bold attempt.

When everyone heard the words, their colors changed one after another, and they all focused their eyes on Druid, seeking confirmation.

"Bryan is right. Dalai colluded with the Niluskans and tried to take Brian away to deal with the Kingdom of Tegrila." Druid Elmon sighed heavily and said, "We They were all cheated by him, so let's all go away."

Brian looked around coldly, no one dared to look at him wherever his eyes touched.

Hearing the druid's order, he had no choice but to turn around and leave, quietly disappearing into the jungle.

Seeing that the threat was lifted, Brian put the long sword back into the scabbard and prepared to leave.

As for the follow-up of the patriarch of the 'Golden Petal' family colluding with the Niluskans, it is not something he needs to worry about.

"Bryan." The Druid's old voice stopped his footsteps, and he said hesitantly: "Grandma Veranthor told me about you, so... I want to know, Xinafei Meili Did Annie really die?"

"This..." Brian stopped. He hesitated for a moment, then subconsciously glanced in the direction of the oak tree, and then sighed helplessly: "Actually, I don't know too well."

"Really?" A bitter smile appeared on Druid's old face.

"Even the wild mountains like Blackman can't be conquered, so why are you talking about fighting against the human kingdom?" Brian paused and said, "If you can never realize this, I think... you deserve to go to extinction !"

As soon as he finished speaking, at the end of the woods, he saw Athel walking towards here tremblingly, supporting Granny Veranthe.

Brian was taken aback, and immediately went up to meet him.

Druid Elmon, on crutches, followed closely behind.

Brian first looked at Asel, and saw that he shrugged his shoulders with a playful smile, expressing that he didn't know, and then asked, "Grandma Weilanser, why are you here?"

"I'm here to say goodbye to Sina Fey Melianne." Grandma Veranthur smiled at Brian.

"Farewell?" Brian looked at her suspiciously.

Suddenly, amidst the rustling of leaves above his head, he heard an almost inaudible singing.

Brian subconsciously looked in the direction of the source of the sound.

In a daze, he saw the figure that impressed him again.

A young girl with green leaves and golden moss on her hair, wearing a yellow-green tulle dress, stepped in the air with a graceful figure, and walked towards them amidst the laughter and laughter that filled the wind.

"Here's to you, Chinefie Meliane."

With the help of Asel, Grandma Villanse knelt down and said respectfully.

"Here's to you, Chinefie Meliane."

Athel and druid Elmon fell to their knees almost at the same time.

Brian stood still, and he stared at this gentle and elegant dryad girl with complicated eyes.

At this moment, many elves suddenly walked out of the woods.

Some of them lived in the temple, and some came from other families. Even the elf rangers who confronted Brian just now all appeared here.

They knelt down slowly to the dryad girl who came through the air, bowed their heads, and remained silent.

Sina Fey Melianne did not answer.

She floated quietly in the air, her long hair draped over her shoulders, her dress swaying in the breeze.

The bright sunlight fell on her body through the gaps in the forest, shining with dazzling brilliance, like a god descending from the world.

Her emerald eyes swept over everyone one by one, without saying a word, not even a sound.

"Xinafi Meliane, please don't leave us. Without your protection, every cold winter is very difficult for us. We are starving and face the danger of annihilation. We need you, please don't abandon us. "

The old druid Elmon dropped the crutch in his hand in a panic, prostrated himself deeply on the ground, and begged respectfully.

Granny Veranthur looked at Druid with reproachful eyes, shook her head slightly at him, and sighed softly.

Sina Fey Melianne turned a deaf ear, she cast her shallow eyes on Brian.

The two looked at each other, and after a long time, she didn't say anything, and Brian remained silent.

Sina Fey Melianne stepped on the air like this, and then disappeared into the depths of the dense forest without making a sound.

Brian stared at the leaving figure of the dryad girl, and an inaudible song suddenly sounded in his mind:

Once upon a time there was a dryad girl,

Like a shining star on a sunny day,
green shawls with golden trim,

The shoes on the feet are shining silver.

Her brows shine like stars,
A hair full of light and warmth,
As the sun shines on the green branches,

In wonderful Blackman.

Fluttering long hair, fair arms,
She is beautiful and graceful,
come and go in the wind,
Light as a linden leaf.

Now no one knows her whereabouts,

I don't know whether in the sun or in the shade,
The girl Hinafi has long since disappeared,
Wandering deep in the forest.

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(End of this chapter)