Lord of the Continent [Western Fantasy]

Salinger was immersed in the ocean of knowledge and couldn't extricate himself. The content contained in this "Purification and Extraction" far exceeds the sum of what he has learned in the past.

Time ticked and ticked, and after a long time, a familiar roar came from the depths of the castle. Xi Xiumi knew that it was almost time to close the Dream Palace.

He closed the book in his hand, glanced up at the half-blood elf, and found that the half-blood elf seemed indifferent, so he turned to look at the angel standing beside him.

Hersius had a stinky face at this time, his thin lips were tightly pressed, and his face was full of dissatisfaction. Xi Xiumi had to cough heavily, and Salinger finally noticed.

He raised his head from the book and said blankly, "I seem to... hear something?"

"Well, yes." Xi Xiumi showed a business smile and said, "We are going to close here."

Salinger was startled, but immediately realized, he smiled apologetically, "Sorry, I've bothered you for too long."

"It's okay." Xixiumi said warmly, "The guest has watched for so long, has he learned something?"

"The harvest is great." Salinger said with emotion: "For botanists and wood element practitioners, this book is simply a treasure."

Xi Xiumi originally wanted to say that this book can also turn you into a pure-blooded elf.

But after thinking about it, the mixed-race background was a thorn in his heart, and it was better not to point it out, so he said tactfully: "That's good, when you master all this book, you will find even greater benefits. "

Salinger nodded slightly, knowing in his heart that the great black-haired god wanted him to master the knowledge in the book and become a powerful wood magician.

He secretly made up his mind that he must finish studying this ancient book as soon as possible, make a great achievement, and prove it to this god and his father!

"I will follow your teachings." He solemnly promised with great reverence.

The two again inexplicably misunderstood each other's words, but Xi Xiumi didn't know anything, and only smiled heartily, and planned to get up to see off the guests.

As his consciousness fluctuated, the gate of the dream palace slowly opened, and at this moment, a figure suddenly appeared outside the gate.

Salinger was still in his seat, with his back to the door, while Xihumi and Hersius looked out of the door at the same time.

It was a tall young man, dressed in a white linen robe, and very handsome.

Long golden hair, porcelain white skin, emerald green eyes like clear lake water, and delicate pointed ears showed his unique identity.

Elf?

Xi Xiumi was a little surprised, there were two guests here tonight, and they were all elves?

The young man seemed to hesitate, and stopped at the door, and at the moment he was about to enter, Salinger was frozen by the fog covering his body.

The Mists were a little caught off guard, they didn't expect that Salinger's meager breath would attract this man, and he suddenly appeared in the dream hall, so they had to frantically suspend the viscount's time to prevent him from hearing the secrets of the gods.

Hersius was the first to react, and moved to the door in an instant. The pressure of the fallen angel was fully released. The young man was shocked and took a step back, and asked uncertainly, "The original... the original angel? Why are you here?"

"Arrodice, this is not where you should come." Hersius angrily said, "Now, immediately, go back to your forest!"

Hersius was very annoyed. The idiot in front of him didn't even say hello and just appeared so hastily. If he stimulated his ancient god's soul, he really didn't know what the consequences would be.

The man named Arrodis was a little dazed, and secretly glanced at the black and white giant wings behind Hersius to make sure that he did not admit his mistake.

Although he had never seen this famous angel, after all, before he was born, the other party was already a demonic existence in the eyes of the gods, but he had heard of Hersius from other gods and knew about the angel's past .

In the entire God Realm, with such a powerful aura and black and white wings, apart from this original angel who dared to kill gods since ancient times, there is no second one.

It's just that Arrodis was a little puzzled. He had never dealt with Hersius, so why did the angel treat him maliciously?

Could it be... the original angels hated the gods of their life faction?

Although afraid of Hersius' ability, Arrodis didn't think the angel would do anything to him.

Tens of thousands of years have passed since the battle of the gods, and now the whole world is in a period of thin magic, and the battle among the gods relies more on the power of believers.

Besides, he had never offended the angel, so how could the angel attack him for no reason?

Everyone is a god, isn't it good to be a god happily?

How can there be a god who is willing to fight and kill every day?

Certainly not!

Arrodice, who never left the Eternal Forest once in 800 years and rarely dealt with the outside world, thought naively and firmly.

However, he didn't know that, as a fanatical follower of Sishoumi, Hersius would dare to kill everything as long as he had his consent without any reason.

He even said that as long as Sihumi did not object, Hersius would dare to kill Arrodis on the spot. If that were the case, the elves would cease to exist.

Hersius' eyes were blood red, and he stared at Arrodis aggressively, while the beautiful elf stared at the angel ignorantly, blinking his bright green eyes from time to time.

The two didn't want to give in to each other and stood deadlocked at the door.

At this moment, Xixiumi came over and asked, "Hersius, do you know each other?"

"I don't know him, but I know who he is." Hersius said disdainfully, "You can take him as a joke."

"Butler," Xi Xiumi frowned, "it's very impolite to speak to a guest like this."

"I'm sorry, my lord." Realizing that he had lost his composure, Hersius restrained his anger immediately, and explained: "His name is Arrodis, the God of Life in the Eternal Forest, the creator of the elves, and the owner of the Ancient Tree of Life. "

"Wow! Is he the Forest God of Life?"

Xixiumi had heard the name of the God of Life from Salinger before, and knew that it was the highest existence of the elves, so he couldn't help showing admiration when he heard the introduction of the angel steward.

Seeing this, Hersius felt sour in his heart, and immediately added contemptuously: "He was born much later than me, and he is only 5 years old."

A mere 5 years?

much later than me?

Xixiumi was stunned. He didn't expect Hersius to be so old. He suddenly felt that the angel's solid and reliable shoulders became trembling, but he immediately realized his wrong perception.

Angels are not humans... Oh no, angels are gods, and they cannot be measured by human standards. Gods are ranked according to their birth order, and naturally the older they are, the stronger they are.

After thinking about it this way, Xi Xiumi felt that her angel was majestic again.

During the conversation between the two, Arrodis kept staring at Xixiumi in a daze. He didn't recognize the black-haired boy wrapped in gray mist in front of him, but he could feel the other party's super strong breath.

It was a powerful existence that he had never encountered before, far higher than the aura of a demon angel. The strange thing was that he didn't reject it, and even wanted to get closer.

He vaguely remembered that he felt this kind of warm power when he was born and just became conscious.

"Excuse me, are you..." Arrodis couldn't help asking.

Before Xixiumi could answer, Hersius said first, "You can call this lord the Lord of Dreams."

Arrodis nodded and said politely: "Hi, Lord of Dreamland, my name is Arrodis, please forgive me for visiting late at night, and forgive me if I disturb you."

"It doesn't matter." Xi Xiumi said politely, "I just wonder what the God of Life needs when he comes to the Dream Palace? We can provide anything you want here."

"Oh no, I don't need anything." Arrodis said, "I just want to take away my kin, the elf sitting over there."

After saying this, Xixiumi immediately fell into deep thought and did not respond for a while.

Arrodis didn't know what to do, but he was well-trained, so he waited patiently. The same was true for Hersius, and he would not interfere with his lord's decision.

After a long silence, Xixiumi looked straight into Arrodis's eyes, with a calm smile on his face, and said softly, "Well...that's how it is."

"But Rhodes," Xixiu Mi said indifferently, "Migakadio shouldn't have gone with you."

Hersius: "!!!"

Arrodis: "???"

Is... is it Him?

Hersius' wings began to tremble, and his face turned livid.

Arrodis was full of question marks.

Rhodes?

He hadn't heard that nickname in... too long.

In this world, only the supreme gods are qualified to call him like this, but as far as he knows, there are very few gods with this status.

He never expected that after ten thousand years, he would be called so by the gods again.

But this god is just a boy wrapped in mist!

And the unknown god who has no impression in his memory and is called the Lord of Dreams? !