Chapter 604 455 Go to the Other World for a Tour

The big guy was unhappy again. Walking alone, he was snorting and snorting. He wanted to bite the tree man next to him. As for the reason... he thought that Dacus had a new love and forgot his old love. In fact, his idea was right?

"The world is wide in an instant." At this time, Dacus was like Queen Marest when she went to war, sitting on the shoulders of the ancient tree man. While he was playing with the wood spirits he was playing with with one hand, he put his other hand on his forehead and looked at the oak tree of the times that was rising into the sky in the distance, muttering words that Dursu couldn't understand.

"Can you feel the will of Adanhu?" After a moment, Dacus asked a relatively critical question.

"Very faint... I can feel it wandering in my will..."

"Is this why you are not crazy?" Dacus didn't ask this question out loud. He just thought about it in his mind. He was not crazy yet.

After the elves' series of actions, those days are gone forever. Destruction, slaughter and darkness have brought heavy mental trauma to Durthu. He has witnessed the greed of flesh and blood life and the wanton destruction of his homeland. He has seen countless acres of trees cut down for firewood or just out of simple malice. Worse, he has seen his compatriots fall one by one, some killed by their own enemies, but most destroyed by the enemies of the elves, or directly related to the elves.

In the earliest times, Durthu was a compassionate being, especially during his time with the elves of Ulthuan. At that time, that is, before the invasion, the elves were still normal. The greatest characteristic of the race was infinite compassion for all life. Now... they are all crazy, Duruch, Asur, Ainir, Asrai, all of them are crazy. It is also crazy, its kindness has disappeared without a trace, replaced by a persistent madness.

Dursu cannot distinguish between the lost, the innocent, and the evil. All those who enter the Great Forest without permission are its enemies. When these beings meet it, they will die. It will allow those beings to run 39 meters first, and then it will catch up with them with a 40-meter long sword. Of course, it is exaggerated... but not too exaggerated.

Daquus just estimated that if it is not 40 meters, it must be 10 meters. Dursu held a nearly 10-meter hollow orange-yellow long sword in his hand. It was made by Lord Dess and was named "Sword of Dess". As expected of the incarnation of Val, his craftsmanship is absolutely impeccable. He can even forge such a long weapon. Although it is called the Sword of Dess, this long sword is like Dursu. It has been soaked in suffering for thousands of years and is always ready to release anger.

Tyrion holding the Sword of Khaine is like baseball to Dursu...

The King of the Excalibur Trees!

In Athel Loren, only the elves will be forgiven by Dursu's anger, because it does not blame the elves for everything they have done, but only blames itself. However! It no longer considers Aisha's children as friends. How good they were in the past is how bad they are now. Now it avoids the elves with the same determination as it once was to get close to the elves. It and the elves are just allies because of common needs, nothing more, and their relationship has dropped to the freezing point.

Just like a childhood friend living in a village, they were very good friends when they were young, but when they grew up...something happened that made them go their separate ways. They can't move out of the village, so they just live next to each other, and occasionally they have to fight against the bandits who invade the village together, but this does not mean that their relationship has returned to their childhood.

Politically speaking, it is like a binary politics, where a regime has two rulers of equal status, just like the separation of power between the Governor-General of British India and the Minister of Indian Affairs, the dual monarchy of the ancient Greek city-state of Sparta, the division of the Roman Empire into the East and West, etc. Perhaps these examples are not appropriate, but that's what happened.

Athel Loren is different from Lauren Loren. Lauren Loren also has ancient tree people, but they are all separate. There are no ancient tree elders like Durthu, and there is no Council of Elders who now follow Durthu.

Just as there were three ancient tree elders at the beginning and only one now, the Council of Elders has dwindled to only four members, Telloc, Dilandra, Durendor, and Talenik. They are usually located in various places in Athel Loren, rarely participating in the battle, because as they grow older, the world in their consciousness is losing vitality, and they steadily retreat into the dream, the other world, where their souls nourish and shape the growth of the forest.

When the ancient tree people fall into a sleep that is counted by centuries, a large group of drone-like wood spirits will take care of them. Only when disaster strikes will they wake up from their slumber, because only they can awaken the most powerful forest wrath in Athel Loren, and they will serve as Durthu's lieutenants when it matters most.

To abstract the concept, the ancient treemen of Laurent Loren are tigers walking alone in the forest. The Desilu that Dakwus saved during the Battle of the Golden Pool was an ancient treeman of this level. If Desilu was in Athel Loren, he would undoubtedly be a member of the Council of Elders. The ancient treemen of Athel Loren are lions that stick together.

As for Avalon in Ulthuan, unlike in a certain game, there really is no such thing. When Durthu returned to Athel Loren from Avalon for the last time, he pulled back all the treemen and dryads.

Traumatized by war and hatred, Durthu became apathetic to events. Although it is calmer than its compatriots, it has also become more violent. On the branches behind it are various beastmen, dwarves, orcs and human skulls.

Asrai felt sad for Durthu. As similarly long-lived creatures, they knew the cruelty of the world, but they could only imagine the grief that eternal destruction would bring to a creature that was older than their entire race. Unfortunately, they were unable to heal Durthu's weary mind.

But... things may not be what Aslay thought. Although Darkus came to Athel Loren for the first time, he knew some other things. For example, he knew that when the ancient tree elders withered, the essence would Absorbed by other companions. In other words, Adanhu's Wither strengthened Dursu and Cordir, and the original three powers became two.

This power was huge, huge enough to heal the broken souls of Durthu and Cordir and perform many miracles, but no miracles occurred. Corrosion is irreversible, and the huge power has not dispelled the darkness that corroded Cordir's soul. This may be related to Cordil's bad mentality and strong strength, and it is also related to Athel Loren's overall strength. After all, the entire world is now in a state of crisis. In decline.

Just like when a glass of water is poured into the cup, it does not overflow, but merges with other liquids in the cup. In other words, the cup of water is poured in vain and has no strength. You must know that Adanhu dispelled the darkness in Ariel's soul. Although it was not completely eradicated, it also awakened Ariel.

The reason why Darkus asked Dursu about Adanhu was because he wanted Adanhu to be reborn. He was now sure that these three ancient tree elders were related to the ancient saints. The Ancient Sages mastered heaven-defying biological manufacturing technology. The wills of these three ancient tree elders should have been shaped by the ancient saints. Otherwise, it would be unexplainable that no new ancient tree elders were born in such a long time, and the ancestors Ancient tree people like the Elder Council and Desilu are positioned like the second generation Slann Demon Priests.

The tree is just a carrier, the key is the soul that drives the tree, that is, the essence. Only a powerful spirit can bind itself to a living tree and reshape its form according to its own wishes, just like only a strong warrior can wear heavy armor. But this link is irreversible, and only death can sever the link between them. From that moment on, the will of the spirit began to shape and drive the tree, using the branches covered with rough bark as its own hands and feet, and a tree man was born.

In Darkus' view, it is completely unrealistic to create new ancient tree elders according to the current situation and conditions, just like creating a new first-generation Slann Demon Priest. In the future... So in view of the current situation, he only To be able to DIY, to put it bluntly, is to tear down the east wall to make up for the west wall. After everything is settled, he plans to go to the southeasternmost Cecila to see Cordir. If there is really no other way, he will do this and get an achievement by the way, allowing Dursu to absorb Cordil's power. .

If an existence such as the original slate is found later, part of this three-in-one power can be extracted to reshape an Adanhu, and then reshape Cordir to realize the original three-in-one. Of course, this is just the most ideal idea. If it doesn't work, just protect one and make Dursu the only elder.

Sitting on Dursu's shoulder, Darkus could feel that his arrival had given Dursu a boost of strength, but Dursu's heart was still shrouded in anger and loss, which Dursu might not even realize he had. of power, using only instinctively the small portion of power they possess to augment an already formidable force. The spirit is bound to Athel Loren and even the entire world. The stronger the world is, the stronger Durthu's power will be, and vice versa... just like it is now. In his opinion, these are not side tasks, but rewards in the main tasks.

This power is the source, a gift from the ancient saints.

At the end, Durthu killed Cordir, who had been completely corrupted, and absorbed all of Cordil's power and another part of Adanhu's power. In its final moments, it felt no fatigue at all, and its anger would only burn further when its friends around it fell. At that time, it knew that the outcome of failure was doomed and the world would be destroyed. This was something it could not accept, but it had no stronger power to stop it, so it was heartbroken.

The Tree King's divine sword inserted into the demon army, and the sacred flames guided by the Sword of Dais destroyed hordes of demons. Even powerful beings like the Great Unclean One were swallowed up by the flames. Then, it knelt down beside Alarielle and gently placed its finger on the forehead of the Eternal Queen. Once, Adanhu sacrificed himself to prevent Ariel's soul from becoming corrupted. Now, it follows Adanhu's example and sacrifices itself. But this time it is not to dispel the darkness, but to welcome new life.

Durthu, the thorny skin on the surface of this ancient and powerful ancient treant withered, then cracked open, and the leaves fell from its shoulders like wilting powder. As it withered, Alarielle was reborn, blooming like a flower, the Everqueen's wounds healed, wrinkles faded from her skin, and light shone on Alarielle's body once again.

Again, the hymn of tree people is a hymn of sacrifice, and the greatness of tree people is the greatness of nature! The inheritance of the forest spirit cannot be cut off even across the ages! The Soul of Durthu was also reborn in the next era.

Alarielle? What a loser. There is no doubt that she is fragile, but who made her have the blood of the Eternal Queen? The difference between Ariel and Alarielle is that Ariel is the incarnation of Aisha, and Alarielle is Aisha's God's Chosen. One is a god walking in the world, and the other is a person walking in the world. She is just Aisha's God's Chosen, but at the last moment she merged with Ariel, which means that Aisha was swallowed up as a whole. There is no longer the concept of an independent Aisha, and she has become a part of her. After that, the powerful power of the three-in-one ancient tree elders gathered on her again.

To put it bluntly, Alarielle was pushed up by various buffs exceeding 100%, and then bound to the Wind of Jiren, and then became a god in the next era.

"What should I do?" After a moment of silence, Dursu rumbled again.

"To be honest... I don't know either?" Dacus put his hands behind his head after he finished speaking, twisted his body and found a relative position to lean down. He looked at the blue sky and felt the spring breeze blowing on his face.

At this moment, Dacus did not have the kind of surprise that Dursu would bow down to him. Maybe it was because he was numb. This kind of thing happened too much? Or maybe his mind was not on this aspect at all. The reason why Dursu recognized him and let him lie on his shoulder was not because he was an elf, but because of other things.

Dacus felt that there was no essential difference between him and Orion, Ariel and Des. It was nothing more than that no one was nagging him in his ear, telling him what to do and what not to do. At first, he thought he was the spokesperson of the Old Saints, but in fact he was not... He found out that he was the Old Saint, walking in the mortal world with the identity and appearance of an elf. He was recognized by Dursu because of his identity.

Dursu asked him what to do, which was a disguised form of loyalty. After all, Dursu didn't know what kind of messy oaths and vows were. It was too incredible for Dursu to say all kinds of oaths. If he was like the evil god whispered now, Dursu would definitely take the tree people, tree demons and tree demons belonging to the forest spirit system to kill the group of Asrai.

To put it bluntly, the Athel Loren Forest Spirit System headed by Dursu is now on the side of Dakwus. As for the Beast Council?

"Do you know that toad? A big toad like a mountain." After another moment of silence, Dakwus did not choose to beat around the bush, but asked directly.

"He... is waiting for you! Always waiting for you!"

"Is it because I'm late?" As Dakwus judged, Dursu did not ask him back: You don't know? After muttering, he asked, "Where?"

Dursu's left hand, which was not holding the sword, slowly raised up and pointed to a location in the distance.

"Turn!"

As Dursu turned, the whole team began to turn as well.

Liv, the Twilight sisters, Hegria, Areda, Morana and Tyrandor looked at each other silently, and all kinds of complicated thoughts surged in the minds of these prominent Asrai leaders. They gradually realized the problem and the seriousness of it. As Asrai leaders, they knew Dursu. It was the first time they saw Dursu like this. In winter, the Ancestral Elders took the initiative to welcome an outsider. This was unimaginable and incredible before.

"You brought him in." Tyrandor said in a low voice impatiently after turning his horse's head.

"You are wrong, Tyrandor, I didn't bring him in! I was just responsible for welcoming him. His arrival was unstoppable and inevitable, which is completely different from what you said. If things are really as you said, how can she explain it? She is the daughter of Matheran." Liv retorted, and pointed to Serene (name changed) who was sitting on the Triceratops combat platform and talking cordially with Belloda.

"What about you? What do you think?" Tyrandor asked the question he had asked before again.

"For me, he is the chosen one of Loic, and I follow the guidance of Loic and my father!" Heglia did not respond expressionlessly as before, but lamented.

Heglia found that things were more complicated than she and her father had imagined. The identity of the chosen one of Loic could not make Dursu like this. After all, she was also a chosen one. She had also contacted Dursu, and Dursu completely ignored her. Maybe her father was right. The ancient saints came back, returned to this garden that originally belonged to them, and took everything back. Although she didn't understand what the Old Saint was, like the existence sitting on Dursu's shoulders? Her mind was in a mess, and she didn't know what role she would play.

"Liv... Do you remember not long ago..." The floating Arida stammered.

"Of course, by the way, if you and Morana don't want to lose your divination ability, don't try to see everything related to him." Except for the unique existence of Amade Ironbark, the forest lords are all composed of warriors and spellcasters. Spellcasters such as Arida and Morana have a relatively good attitude towards Liv, and they are considered friends. After all, everyone is a spellcaster and has a certain ability of divination. She warned them.

"So...?" Liv didn't say what she expected. She heard Arida and Morana sighed. She knew it was bad. Dakwus's connection with Athel Loren was closer than she thought. Arida and Morana bumped into Dakwus without knowing it.

"Yes, the vision that tortured me not long ago suddenly disappeared from my mind, as if it didn't exist. I saw a strange figure. I am now very sure that that figure is him." Molana took it. topic.

The vision that Molanna was talking about was what happened in 2007 in the Imperial Calendar. She also participated in it at that time. Her soul suffered a strong impact and was on the verge of madness. However, now that she has improved, that period of time has never stopped. The illusion that no longer tortured her disappeared. And not only her, some other half-mad spellcasters also recovered a little.

"So what should we do?!" Tyrandor said impatiently, not understanding what these women were saying.

"I don't know!" Tyrandor's voice responded in unison. These women really didn't know what to do next.

"Elsa's tears!" Tyrandor lamented somewhat frantically. Fighting and commanding battles were what he was good at, but now...

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"He is back."

As Sephien climbed out of the water, he recognized the deep growl of Arthomis, the sound welcoming him back into the cold and damp air of the dying winter, and he straightened before the Wild Riders could reach him, Trying to look dignified, he remembered that he had some responsibility.

However, Sefian's movements caused sudden and severe pain in his limbs. He gasped and staggered. He saw that his skin was still full of broken parts, and he was wrapped into a sticky ball by a ball of thorns, blood and oak leaves. Twisting objects, the power I felt when talking to the beast before was gone.

Arthomis and the other wild horsemen caught Sephian, preventing him from falling to the icy ground.

"I recognized you from afar, my king, and I knew the forest would recognize you," Arthomis said in a low voice, and he brought his terrible face closer to Sefian.

"But they think I'm weak, wolf, child, and other things. I have to convince them, do you know them?" Sefian gasped while looking directly at Artomis' ancient gaze, and he grabbed it with his backhand. Holding Artomis' arm, his voice was full of urgency. Despite the horrific pain Arthomis inflicted on his body, he felt he could trust the dark-eyed giant. Because he understood that all the pain inflicted on him was a price that had to be paid, a ritual that would allow him to join the glorious beings he saw in the water.

"I don't know them, I can't get in there, and I can never see what you see." The fire in Artomis's eyes flickered for a moment, and then he shook his head and said.

"I have to prove myself, prove myself!" Sefian whimpered quietly as the Wild Rider lifted his limp, dripping body from the edge of the pool and walked towards the stag. He muttered to himself as pain and delirium swept over him, yet it was then that he realized that he was forgetting everything he had seen on the other side of the water.

"Spring is here and it's time to return to your home."

"Tirses?" Sefian gasped, his voice full of fear.

"No! Tasain!"

Lying on the back of the stag, Sefian's head was dizzy. He felt like he was hanging between two worlds. For a moment, he could see clearly. The trees were burning with golden flames, and the veins of sunlight penetrated the bark. Outline hunter and animal. The figures standing under the golden branches were similar to Artemis, unusually tall and muscular, but they were a completely different, more wonderful and terrifying being.

They towered, crowned by huge, wrinkled antlers, almost indistinguishable from the gleaming, twisted branches behind them. Their lower bodies resemble the hindquarters of a stag, with thick, worn hooves and broad, angular muscles that appear to have been carved from mossy wood blocks.

Their entire bodies glow with a light green color like trees, and are engraved with spiral patterns. Even though it was winter, their broad shoulders were covered with spring flowers, beautiful foxgloves and bluebells, quivering in the breeze.

They held an ivy-wrapped spear, and an emerald hung from the center of their chest, a perfect green sphere surrounded by gleaming brass leaves.

When Sefian looked at those faces, he tried to struggle and maintain his sanity. He felt that he had spent a long time in the world, and standing in front of him were dozens of kings from all eras, judging him. Each figure was filled with such wild majesty that his body trembled as he tried to look at them.

They resembled Asrai nobles in appearance, with their lofty faces, towering bladed ears, and wide eyes, but Sefian could tell they were anything but mortal. Their skin resembles smoke as the light ripples across the clearing. Sefian could even see the trees through their skin, and he realized they were elves, the ghosts of the Wild Hunt.

"Oline?" Sefian breathed softly, almost not daring to say the name.

"Soon, spring is coming." The answer came immediately, and the ghost's throat let out a hoarse and low roar at the same time.

Sefian's tears flowed as the ghosts began to sing, their voices rising and falling in a deep and bewildering chorus, their tragic and glorious stories filling Sefian's mind. As they sang, fire surged from their skins, filling the clearing with a dazzling light, as if the stars had fallen from heaven.

Sephian and the wild cavalry had just left, and Darkus' team had just arrived.

To an outside observer, the clearing looks a bit strange. The circle of oak trees in the center may seem a bit too sprawling and maze-like. The quality of light seems strange. Shadows don't quite match the movement of plants and trees, rising and falling freely in the messy bushes. Shadows are looming, as if cast by invisible dancers. It's like the game textures are not set up. In addition, the textures and shadows don't match, but that's all. After all, Daxus came once not long ago.

This place is a big deal. The Asrai call it the Council of Beasts. The pond is full of Gur wind. The Bruyd gather here to resolve conflicts between tribes and discuss their relationship with the Asrai.

The Asrai believe that souls that do not live in trees return to the forest through dimensions and are reborn in a new form, but they have undergone a transformation before. They call this alternate existence the Beyond, which connects the mortal world to Ithil while connecting it to Athel Loren.

In layman's terms, the Otherworld is another space, like a reflection in the water, it is the reverse dimension of Athel Loren, and it is connected to Ithil at the same time, belonging to a kind of interlayer. Just like the ghosts that Daxus encountered when he went to Ithil from Lauren Loren, those ghosts are in this dimension.

In this dimension, time and space coordinates are almost meaningless, and objects in the Otherworld will project meaningless reflections. Unless the existence of the mortal world and Ithil is known, it is difficult to discover these dimensions.

In addition, the continuity between different Otherworlds is denied by the vast darkness called the Void. The Void isolates these Otherworlds like islands like the ocean. The various Otherworlds provide a refuge from encounters as pocket dimensions, or they may directly hit the chaos, but the probability of the former is greater than the latter.

At this time, the existence of the World Roots makes sense. The World Roots connect these islands like an underwater tunnel. Shuttle between dimensions and carry out long-distance rapid transmission. Its nature is like the Spiritual Vein Network and the Ancient Saints' Path. In fact, there is no essential difference between the two. Just like both are smartphone systems, but they are two independent systems. After developing the Android system, the ancient saints developed the Symbian system...

Except for some reliable ones that have been confirmed by the Slann Mage Priests to be ok, such as the one from Lustria to Ulthuan and then to Albion. Others cannot be transmitted randomly, especially for ultra-long distance transmission. With the current state of this world, it is easy to lose contact while transmitting.

For elves, spellcasters like Kaeya who live in Lauren Loren and Asrai spellcasters who live in Athel Loren can travel between dimensions through magic and rituals. But the other world is different from the root transmission through the world. Just like people can access the Internet through the network cable and really realize offline duels along the network cable, but they cannot get into the set-top box. The other world is like a set-top box, which is another dimension for people. (It's a pretty good example, so that's it)

If you don't have the right method, you will get lost in time and space if you try to enter the other world rashly. Fortunately, the pool in front of Daxus is the entrance to the other world. It's troublesome to get in, and it's even more troublesome to leave. It's either magic, ritual, or reincarnation, commonly known as reopening.

"What are you doing?" Daxus asked the Asrai spellcaster who was embarrassed and hesitant.

"Dax, this is a taboo for us elves. Only Ariel and Orion, and those powerful spirits know how to enter, or..." Liv stood up and explained. At the end, she looked at Heglia and pointed to Dursu in the distance.

"Do you two know how to get in?" Daxus understood. In addition to what Liv said, Heglia's Dragon Dance can also enter. He nodded and looked at Mauro and Mormo standing on the ground. Then he squatted down and asked the two weasels.

Mauro and Mormo looked at each other, nodded to Daxu and made a sleeping gesture, then pointed their fingers at Daxu and shook their heads, and then they began to jump in place.

Dacus sighed. He understood again. The two spirited ancient soul weasels were telling him that they could enter the other world by sleeping. If he wanted to enter, Heglia would have to dance the dragon dance again. Dursu had just asked, and like the two weasels, he could enter the other world by sleeping.

If Dacus remembered correctly, the time he met Shakspati in Lustria was also considered the other world. It was the passage opened by Malekith at that time. Drusala barely maintained it outside. He and Malekith went in. He almost fell in that time. But that other world is not at the same level as this other world.

"You want to go to the other world? Actually... there is also an entrance to the Flowing Water Palace. I'll take you in." Just as Dacus was about to look at Heglia who was about to move, Serene squeezed in from the outside, began to ask and answer questions, and then pointed to the pond.

"Are you going too?" Daxus nodded, then pulled Kukulkan, who was circling around him, over and asked. Kukulkan, who was being pulled by him, did not disobey him, but spun along his shoulders and coiled around him.

Serene looked at Kukulza for a while and nodded.

After getting ready, Daxus took Kukulkan and Serene into the pond. (End of this chapter)