Chapter 594 445 You Are a Bit Extreme

The room made of branches showed up very clearly in Dacus's vision, and the clear outlines of odd-shaped wood and bent branches became obvious. At first he saw only the wildness of nature, but now he saw the subtlety of nature, and he didn't see anything as rough as a straight line.

The evening sun sprinkled on the branches, and the melodious singing in the distance and the warm breath of summer intertwined with the coolness of autumn and the cold of winter, making Dacus feel that time was sneaking away from him. The trees and branches in the room exuded the warm scent of jasmine and were filled with softly glowing window decorations, as if the juice inside flowed like liquid amber.

Dacus, sitting on a rattan chair, reached out and grabbed Drusala's wrist with lightning speed. Drusala, who was caught by him, trembled violently, turned his head, and looked at him in confusion.

"Don't leave, stay with me, ah~ I can't live without you, my dear Drusala, I... I'm scared..."

"Puff! Cough cough..." Lilith, who was sitting opposite Dacus, sprayed out the water in her mouth after hearing the sarcastic words. She glared at Dacus and coughed violently.

"Although our marriage is a political one, but... our relationship is very good. I love her and she loves me. How wonderful. It's a pity that Alaros is not here, otherwise... can he pat your back? Help you relax?" Dacus stood up and walked to the window. After he dragged the rattan chair over, he comforted Drusala to sit on it and teased.

"He welcomes your arrival." Lilith, who was stuffed with dog food, said speechlessly.

"Like that Aldeid?" Dacus sat down again and looked at Lilith and asked nonchalantly.

Aldeid was almost angry at Ryan's extremely arrogant attitude just now. It might be because he was too closed. It was the first time he saw such a big elf. When tracing back to the long history of the nobility, Ryan chattered and listed the families of the team members like the names of dishes. 7 He had never seen such a battle. Some of these families only appeared in the legends of Asrai, and together they could make up half of the history of the elves. When Ryan pointed at him and asked loudly what he was, he was so angry that his body trembled.

Fortunately, Lilith appeared in time?

Beautiful and sacred, an otherworldly and elegant elf stood in the new sunlight, invisible wind swirling around her, flapping her light green robe. Elves involved in art would cry when they saw her face, because they knew they could never capture such a beautiful view. Her eyes were full of kindness and wisdom, her body flashed with inner light, like captured moonlight, and her arms stretched forward, dragging the glittering stardust.

Very B-style, but Dakuus was numb, after all, it was not the first time he saw Lilith playing tricks. If he counted correctly, this should be the fifth time he saw Lilith?

"Aldeid...didn't he...didn't Liv talk to you?"

"No."

"His father, Amadi Ironbark..."

Aranlok was very close to the Dome of Winter, and one year the Winds of Magic blew particularly hard, so hard that they awakened the demons frozen in the magical caves. Slaanesh demons poured into Aranlok, slaughtering all who did not succumb to their wild desires. Amadi, the woodland lord of Aranlok, fought back, and his resistance was heroic, but futile, his warriors fell to the sun-dappled ground, and he himself became the plaything of the cruel demon.

Amadi's body could not bear the touch of the succubus, but his spirit refused to succumb. At the moment of release, his soul fled into the depths of Athel Loren and took root in the trunk of a dead tree. Soon after, the elf Amadi Dawnspear was reborn as the tree monster Amadi Ironbark.

When Amadi reappeared in Alanlok, he brought a large number of tree spirits and tree people to sweep away the evil demons in the ancient woodland. After doing all this, he continued to sleep like a tree spirit.

The reincarnated tree spirits of elves rarely recognize people they knew in their previous lives. Many memories are built on their senses and lost with the disappearance of the flesh. Therefore, for the tree spirits, the remaining flickers and fragments are more confusing than providing information. Of course, there are exceptions to everything, and Amadi is a special case. In the process of torturing him, the succubus cursed him to ensure that he was tortured to the fullest, so that every detail of this could not escape his senses.

The curse is a curse, and occasionally a blessing. The reborn Amadi retained the complete memory of his previous life. When all this was done, he no longer really felt the trouble brought by the pain. After his rebirth, he still ruled Alanlok, and he also became the most unique forest lord among the twelve lords of Athel Loren. The other forest lords were elves, but he was a tree spirit.

"Then what? Should I cry? Sympathize? Isn't that a piece of cake? Is the responsibility of a lord just to lead the warriors to resist foreign enemies? Is the threshold to become a lord so low here? Just like the humans outside the forest? Just like that big fool just now? If that's really the case, I have to evaluate this place carefully." Dacus said sarcastically while pouring wine for Drusala. He knew that Lilith wanted him to have sympathy and pity, and not dwell too much on what happened just now, but why should he follow Lilith's path?

"You..." Lilith was choked by Dacus's barrage.

"What am I? By the way, does Amadi's matter have anything to do with Liv? Let me guess? Liv saw the fact that he turned into a tree spirit, but did not see the process? Or in the process, Liv Did F give him wrong guidance? Otherwise, why was Aldade so hostile to Liv? And Indra? Tyrandor? Seonlan? Arida? Are all the forest lords here like Aldade?

"Darkus! You can't do this every time!"

"Is there any problem? I'm a little aggressive? Is there any?" Darkus said while looking at Drusala with an innocent expression. At this time, the role of Drusala's presence was reflected, and Drusala pretended After thinking about it, he shook his head and laughed and continued, "Look, no! Do you know why the relationship between me and her is very good? Because we both know what we don't like! We respect each other and watch each other. So let's get down to business, ma'am, does Finubar's prophecy concern you?"

"No, you should ask Marcelan this question, not me." Lilith put her hands on the table, held her forehead and sighed.

Darkus knew many things about Fenubar, such as the prophecies. Although he could not explain why, Fenubal could see it.

Finubar can tell whether an elf is a descendant of Aenarion and how powerful the bloodline is. He said that this is a talent of being the Phoenix King and the result of being touched by Asuryan's fire. Asuryan is willing to offer him Convey knowledge. However, even before becoming the Phoenix King, when he was a captain, he could tell if there was a storm ahead, or if the wind was about to change suddenly. In the later stage, he was so mad that he even locked himself up and sought prophecies and revelations. The result...

Darkus shrugged, knowing that Lilith was making a pun. If Lilith didn't deceive him, it meant that Asuryan, who was watching everything, was making corrections to get things back on track and meet the fate he deserved. After all, Finubar didn't see anything at the last moment. When he was a sailor, it may be related to Marcelan. For example, Finubar became Marcelan's candidate, or it was Finubar's talent or intuition as a captain.

"Madam, what do you need?" After thinking for a moment, Darkus picked up the cup on the table and took a sip. It felt good, with a light fruity and sweet taste. After tasting it, he said with a serious expression The tone asked. This time was different from the past, it was time for him and Lilith to have a serious talk.

"Me?" After Lilith asked, she stared at Darkus. She kept staring, as if she was piercing Darkus' soul with her eyes, and seemed to be foreshadowing something. After a moment, she slowly said , "Dakeus, can I call you that? You know what I need, but the problem now is, I don't know what you need. Your behavior confuses me, and many times I don't know what you are doing , what is the purpose, you are included in all the predictions I have seen, but these predictions are all broken and distorted, and I can’t even get the slightest bit of valid information.”

"Effective information? How ironic. We have known each other for a long time and this is the first time we have sat down and talked. I am a practical person. I do it and keep doing it. Morayig never interferes. I, let alone instruct me on what to do and what not to do, which is why I respect Him.

But you are different, you are a prophet, which is the source of the conflict between us. It's normal that you can't figure out what I do. After all, in my opinion, you are also abstract. Of course, this may be related to my dual identity? "Dakeus sighed with emotion at first, and then changed the subject, "Guest? Yes, Aldade's words inspired me, I am not a guest, I am not a guest of Athel Loren, I am not a guest of Liv, I am not a guest of Dais, I am not a guest of Elsa, I am not a guest, I am the master! them! them! The group of elves claiming to be Aslay are the guests! A group of guests who entered without the owner's permission! "

Drusala was shocked. She felt that her mood became complicated. At this moment, she realized that her previous judgments were correct, but this only exacerbated her inner confusion and uneasiness. She raised her head and glanced at Darkus, and when she saw Darkus blinking at her knowingly, she showed a relieved smile.

Is this important? It doesn't seem to be important, just like Darkus never cared about Drusala's Shadow Queen. As Darkus' consort, she realizes that she has to be supportive, even if she doesn't fully understand Darkus' position.

"This is the garden of the Old Ones, gardening? Yes, gardening. It seems to me that some of the tree people here are like those extra branches that need to be pruned. They are just extra. The gardener doesn't care what the extra branches are. , whether there is life or not, they are just extra branches. Otherwise, the gardener's work cannot continue. It is time to think about the meaning of life and become a philosopher.

Are those Aslay interlopers, insects that rely on living in the garden? Did they do something? Save the forest from being cut down by dwarves? Does it matter? This was the garden of the Old Ones, and they ignored internal logic to protect the garden? As far as I know, no! It's polluted, it's polluted, these insects and those branches are what the gardener needs to get rid of! They are harmful! "

"Dakeus, you are a little extreme!" (End of this chapter)