Descendants of the gods

"Valley of Death..." Armand murmured.

"What did you say?" Clement asked.

Armand's face was pale, "The place where we are stationed now is actually the edge of a valley." As he spoke, he pointed to the map drawn by Clement, pointing to several directions,

"These places look like mountains, but in fact, here is a valley, but the trees in this valley are very tall, so it looks like a mountain from the outside. All the people who approached never came out again. That’s why it’s also called the Valley of Death.”

Armand looked desperate, "And now, we are at the very edge of the Valley of Death. Now, we can't get out."

Clement disagreed, "I don't believe it."

Armand looked at Clement in embarrassment, "My lord, I know you are very powerful, but there are too many unknowns in this world."

Clement was not angry, but asked with interest, "Are you contradicting me?"

Armand felt very panic, he lowered his head.

Clement smiled, "I'm not angry. As my creation, you can still have your own thoughts in front of me. I'm very happy."

Armand heard that he was praised, and his face immediately showed joy.

Clement continued, "However, let's put all these aside for now. You and I will explore the way. I want to see what is the mystery of this so-called Valley of Death."

Armand turned pale with shock, "My lord, do you want to go deep into the valley of death? No!"

Clement looked at him quietly, without speaking.

Armand's face became paler and paler, and finally he lowered his head, "If your lord insists..."

Clement was very satisfied, he reached out and touched Armand's head, "That's good."

Armand said helplessly, "My lord, please allow me to prepare."

Clemente nodded, "I'll wait for you here."

Armand didn't leave for long and came back soon.

Clement glanced at him. There didn't seem to be anything extra on Armand, and Clement didn't ask further. He glanced at the map again, turned and walked out.

Outside, the sun was hanging high in the sky, Clement took a look at the position of the sun, and walked with Armand into the depths of the Valley of Death.

The army was handed over to Karl to manage, and he stood at the door of the tent and watched Clement and Armand leave with some disappointment.

The further you go into the Valley of Death, the taller and thicker the trees will be, and the terrain will become steeper and steeper as you go down.

Clement and Armand stopped before a steep slope.

"The surroundings here are exactly the same. If we go down, it will be difficult to come up." Armand said, he hoped that Clement would give up the idea of ​​going deep into the valley of death.

However, Clement waved his hand indifferently, "I can bring you up, don't worry."

Clement took out two purple blankets from his pocket, and handed one to Armand, "Put it flat on the ground, in the middle, and grab the two front corners of the blanket with both hands." Clemente said while demonstrating.

Armand learned to sit on the blanket.

The next second, the blanket moved, and it began to slide down the steep slope.But there is no bumpy feeling.

Armand looked at the blanket under Clement's body, only to realize that the blanket did not slide down the ground.

To be precise, the blanket is flying down.

It's a magic carpet!

Armand suddenly became excited.

This is a magic carpet, a magic tool from the last era!

Armand never thought that he would be able to ride a magic carpet one day.

The two slid quickly along the steep slope, and as they got deeper, an indescribable sense of crisis engulfed Armand like a tide.

Armand's face gradually turned pale, his hands and feet were cold, and even breathing became difficult.

Clement glanced at him sideways, and then glanced casually into the shadows between the trees on both sides.

The things in the shadows seemed not expecting to be discovered, and fled in all directions.

Armand felt much better now.

As they went deeper, the trees got taller and thicker and taller, and the terrain got lower and lower.

The trees that blocked the sky completely blocked the sunlight, and Clement had to free up one hand to condense a fire for lighting.

The fire illuminated a small area around it, making it even more indistinct.

Because the sun does not shine for a long time, the surface is bare.

There is no luminous plant here, which is completely inconsistent with the general law.

Usually, there are always fluorescent plants growing in completely dark places, but there are no such things here.

The Valley of Death is very quiet, except for those shadows hiding in the dark and watching, there are no living creatures.

Clement suddenly felt a little familiar here, as if he had been here before.

But there was nothing familiar to him here.

As they went deeper, the terrain gradually leveled off and eventually became flat.

They finally reached the very center of the Valley of Death.

There is an irregular circular pit here, and there is a slightly shallower pit next to the big pit. The area of ​​that pit is very small, only half of the circular pit.

Clement looked at the small pit and suddenly understood why there were no fluorescent plants here.

This is where the elf mother tree used to grow, and the shape of the small pit is exactly the same as the small lake filled with the spring of life under the elf mother tree he saw in his dream.

After careful observation, Clement found that the shape of the big pit was about the same size as the mother elf tree in his memory.

And the positions of the two pits are the same as in memory.

Clement suddenly felt a little dry in his mouth, and an indescribable sense of sadness swept his whole body.

Armand was surprised to find that Clement was crying.

Without warning.

Seeing Armand's surprised eyes, Clement touched his face subconsciously, and the salty tears stained his fingers.

Clement frowned. He walked to the very center of the pit, stretched out his left hand and pressed it to the ground.

A tingling feeling gushed out from his heart, and soon spread to his left arm.

A little green light drilled out from Clement's fingertips, and quickly sank into the surface.

Clement withdrew his hand, stood up and exited the pit.

After a while, the ground began to shake.The magnitude of the vibration was getting bigger and bigger, and Armand struggled to maintain his balance, and finally he couldn't stand still and fell to the ground.

During the shock, Clement's feet seemed to grow roots. He stood upright, and his body trembled with the shock.

The surrounding giant trees began to wither and turned into fly ash in an instant.The terrain also gradually changed.

The surface of the ground gradually began to rise, and a small tree with golden leaves grew out of the center of the crater and grew rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Soon, the small tree went from a seedling to the size of a normal tree and then doubled, tripled...

As the branches and leaves of that tree expanded, the giant trees growing in the Valley of Death all began to wither and disappear.

The sun shines on the golden leaves of the tree, and the golden light under the tree is bright.

Clement took a few steps back and stood beside the pit.

He looked up at the huge tree with its golden leaves.

The tree grew bigger and bigger, and the trunk became thicker and thicker. After an unknown period of time, the tree finally stopped growing.

The shaking of the ground finally stopped, and Armand stood up.

The Valley of Death has also truly turned from a depression into a mountain.

Clement released Eagle Eye, and then looked around, all the giant trees had withered and disappeared, and only this elf mother tree with golden leaves remained on the mountain.

Clement took a few steps in the direction of the mother elf tree, and reached out to touch the thick trunk.

The tentacles are the delicate touch unique to the elf mother tree.

The golden leaves fluttered with the wind, and there was an indescribable fragrance in the air, and the golden leaves swaying with the wind made the sound of 'crashing' from time to time.

A gurgling stream of water gushed out from the center of the small pit, and it didn't take long to fill the small pit to form a small lake.

Clement squatted down and scooped up a handful of clear water and poured it into his mouth.

"There's something missing." Clement murmured.

Although he didn't know what was wrong.

Armand was shocked by what happened in front of him. He looked at the tree with golden leaves and remembered what he had seen in a book.

"It is said that only the leaves of the elf mother tree are golden..." He looked at the giant tree in front of him obsessively, and carefully searched among the branches and leaves. "Is this really the elf mother tree? Didn't you see any fruit?"

Clement stood up and looked up.

Indeed, there is nothing green on the trunk, and the golden leaves are as endless as the ocean.

But like the gushing spring water, this elf mother tree gave Clement an inexplicable feeling. Clement could not feel the vitality of this tree, as if what he saw was just a beautiful, beautiful tree. A sculpture full of artistic sense, not a tree that can give birth to life and have life.

Clement didn't know how he felt this way, he clearly saw that when Armand looked at the tree, there was nothing but amazement in his eyes.

Clement lowered his head, quietly looking at the mirror-like lake without the slightest ripple.

This should be the spring of life under the elf mother tree.

But strangely, Clement did not feel any life force from the water.

This is a very strange thing.

The author has something to say: It's midnight, it's a new day, there was a small accident yesterday, I planned to write all afternoon, but I spent the whole afternoon in the accident handling center.

Very bad today.