Chapter 605 456 Daxian Asks for a Title

"Hold my hand." When her head was about to sink into the pool, Serene whispered.

"Is it so exciting?" Daxus teased softly, but still reached out his hand, because he knew that entering the other world of Athel Loren required some methods, and he mainly listened to advice.

"Don't worry." After holding the hand that Daxus handed over, Serene comforted.

Daxus's expression became weird. He was worried about nothing. Serene was the real daughter of Maselan. This was something he could feel personally as Maselan's chosen god. Among these elven gods, Maselan's relationship with him was in the top three. He gave him equipment and his daughter. Although Maselan had his own needs, a gentleman judged by deeds rather than by heart. Both sides benefited from each other.

If it was a Duruchi that Daxus didn't know, he would have a question mark in his heart. At this time, he would have to pay attention to the etiquette of the three swords, and holding hands? But then again, there is nothing wrong with what Serene said. The environment and the things that are about to be experienced are all within the scope of this sentence. Entering the other world through the Dragon Dance ceremony is completely different from the current way.

The elves' eyes are not blind. Even if Dacus' body is submerged in the pool, his movements are still captured by the elves on the shore. After all, the pond is a pond, only the size of a palm. The elves present, whether they are Duruchi or Ainir, all turned their heads and showed a look of eating melons. Their expressions were particularly funny. One eye was looking at Dacus and Serene who had not disappeared yet, and the other eye tried to capture Drusara's expression.

"I believe him." Drusara, who felt the gaze, did not feel any pressure. She just watched her lover disappear in the pond quietly. After Dacus' figure completely disappeared, she said lightly.

There must be pressure. During the walk, Drusara heard some words that Serene and Belloda chatted. Serene was first born in the Kingdom of Iris. In her opinion, from the political and religious perspective, the combination of Dacus and Serene is a truly powerful alliance. Dacus is the chosen one of Marselan, and Serene is Marselan's daughter. If they unite, it will be oppressive to the navy of Duruchi and Asur.

As for her, Drusala has always been entangled in this regard. She and Dacus are in a political marriage. Her initial positioning is that Morathi inserted a pawn next to Dacus, the rising star of Naggaroth. She can feel the scrutiny of the Witch King and the Hell Disaster Family Mother towards her, but she eventually broke away from Morathi's control and threw herself into the arms of Dacus.

Drusala still believes in Dacus. After all, when she was in Lauren Loren, she met Marest, and she could feel the attitude between Dacus and Marest. The problem is that Marest has the blood of Aenarion and is a branch of the Witch King. This may be part of the reason why Dacus is afraid?

But this does not mean...

Ashati's influence in Drusala is just that, the important thing is Hecate, the problem is that Morathi and Anasara are both related to Hecate, and this is the first echelon. In this team alone, Alyssa, Colonia and she are all related to Hecate.

Past experiences kept appearing in Drusala's mind. She thought of the unhappy times and sufferings she had spent in the Tower of Prophecy. Perhaps after returning to Naggaroth, she should do something... She felt that her mind was a little confused. Increase her political background? She could really feel that her lover excluded Gorond and Har Gansi when making political decisions related to Naggaroth.

Morathi!

The witch queen that Drusala once served, in the future...

"Although we have some academic differences, this does not prevent me from supporting you as his cousin."

"Open the market, let's bet on how long he will return." Maranul, who was standing aside, turned his head and glanced at his sister, and changed the subject. In his opinion, his brother's marriage was a taboo topic.

"Before the evening." Heglia picked up the two sleeping weasels, took off the Asrai-style ornaments hanging on his chest, and said in a firm tone.

"That can't be the case. What if I bet before the day after tomorrow? Be more specific!" Cowell retorted. As he spoke, he looked at the two weasels in Heglia's chest. He seemed to have found the problem.

For humans who strayed into the other world of Athel Loren, the other world and Athel Loren cannot be distinguished normally, but this is not the case for Dakwus. Just like after drinking that day, his world burst into golden light, and the light and color filled his senses. The bright light was diffused, and colorful smoke clouds rose, and the flame in the center emitted a bright blue.

Dakwus's normality gradually weakened, and then there was another village after the dark clouds, and he saw the golden life branch, and the pulsating yellow light of life roared around his body. Sparks and vortices of light followed him, and embers fell around him and spun in the golden net. He could not hear any noise. Like last time, he felt like he had fallen into a vertical tunnel, spinning and tumbling in a colorful vortex.

When his vision returned to normal, Dacus, who had returned to the pond, was attracted by the distant scene again. The forest in front of him seemed like a fantasy country. The trees shot up into the sky like pillars of fire. The leaves sparkled in the dark night, like countless miniature stars jumping in the air.

The sap flows like a molten river through the woods and into the ground, glowing slightly. Every tree, every leaf is breathing gently, breathing in the brilliance of the stars. The tree trunks are covered with luminous moss, as if covered with a layer of soft light gauze. The breeze blows, the moss sways gently, and the light undulates like waves.

Crystal dewdrops hung between the branches, reflecting the moonlight, like countless small crystal balls, swaying and twinkling in the breeze. The flowers bloom in the night, emitting a faint fluorescent light, and the colorful petals are like elf wings, dancing in the night wind.

A soft voice sounded in the forest, like the whisper of the wind or an ancient song. Every leaf and branch is harmoniously playing a natural movement. Unfortunately, there is no chirping of birds interspersed from time to time, missing the finishing touch.

Darkus took a deep breath. He could feel the fragrance of flowers and earth filling the air. It seemed that every breath made him feel the purity and beauty of nature. This is an isolated wonderland, a beautiful country full of fantasy elements. Everything in the forest tells the mystery and magnificence of nature. Time stopped at this moment. He was deeply attracted by this beautiful scene. He resonated with the tranquility of this fantasy forest. In his opinion, this was the ancient saint's garden.

However, even in this beautiful scenery, Darkus can still feel the atmosphere of decline. Although the scene before him is so magnificent, this forest is no longer in its heyday. More importantly, he knew that Athel Loren's end was still five hundred years away. He closed his eyes and used the sight before him as an anchor, trying to imagine what this forest would have looked like in its heyday.

The trees are taller, their branches and leaves are denser, and the sky is almost completely covered, leaving only fragments of sunlight falling from the gaps between the leaves, forming golden beams of light. Each tree seems to be nurtured by pure energy, the bark shines with a faint silver light, and the crown of the tree is like a bright sea of ​​stars.

Streams and rivers are clearer and more colorful. There are countless lotus flowers and daffodils floating on the water, exuding bursts of fragrance. The grassland on both sides of the river is dotted with countless wild flowers, with bright colors and overflowing fragrance.

The forest air is full of life, the songs of birds are louder, and the flapping of insect wings is like soft music in the breeze. Animals shuttle freely in the forest, and every corner seems to be full of life and vitality.

In the forest in its heyday, trees and flowers seemed to have a life and consciousness of their own, capable of silent communication. The spirits hidden in the shadows of the trees appear more active and naughty, dancing in the night and laughing like silver bells.

Thinking of this, Darkus felt a little regretful, but also full of hope. He was determined to do his part for this forest and restore it to its former glory and vitality. He believes that as long as he is around, there are infinite possibilities. This is his anchor and source of motivation.

The daze only lasted for a moment, and Darkus came to his senses before the two weasels grabbed his robe. After he lowered his head and smiled at the two weasels, he noticed something strange. The weight on his upper body lightened. Kukulkan disappeared, replaced by a colorful bird. Sereni beside him also disappeared, replaced by a seahorse wrapped in a prototype body of water?

Darkus took a closer look and breathed a sigh of relief. The male and female identification of seahorses and sea dragons is very simple, that is, male fish have abdominal pouches, that is, brood pouches, while female fish do not have abdominal pouches. The one in front of him had no abdominal pouch, and at this moment he understood again, he knew why Serene brought him in, and not anything else.

"What should I call you?" Darkus said as he squatted down and held the two Huang Taixian in his arms. After standing up, he stretched out the index finger of his right hand and tried to poke into the inside of the water body. Although there is no concept of space or time in that world, the touch of water is real. He didn't try to touch Kaiba's body, it was impolite. After feeling the touch of water, he took his hand back.

"Niseg? Serene? As you like."

"Niseg, since we are here, we will follow the rules here." Darkus was not confused at all by the voice that appeared in his head. He nodded and said, and then he asked, "So... …right now we?"

"Wait, they take time. There is no concept of time here, but there is outside."

Darkus knew that Niseg was talking about Dursu and the four members of the Ancestral Elder Council. The more powerful they were, the greater the restrictions and restrictions, just like those great demons of chaos who appeared in the mortal world. What suddenly occurred to him when he thought of this was that, from a certain perspective, this place seemed to be no different from Isil? The spirit is another form of demon, transported from the otherworld to the real world, but unlike the demon who was exiled back to Isil, the spirit is really mortal.

"So, Nisege is in charge now?" Is there something wrong with the experiment? Or the first generation version? Or something else, Darkus didn't know, and he also felt that he couldn't get these things. It's better to take advantage of this time to chat, and he asked the questions in his mind.

"She... is a little shy." A silver bell-like laughter came from Daxus' mind. He could feel that Nisseg and Serene seemed to be playing around, and then the voice echoed in his mind again, "She is not like Mauro and Mormo. Her body is trapped here and cannot appear in reality. At the beginning, I met her at the Flowing Water Palace. My soul reflection was projected here. I became one with her and bound forever."

In Daxus's opinion, Serene's words were indeed high emotional intelligence. As a person who knows a little bit about everything, he didn't know why there were seahorses in Athel Loren? But he knew that seahorses were very fragile, unlike Mauro and Mormo who were looking up at him now. Not to mention those predatory fish, even the crabs that can be seen everywhere are the natural enemies of seahorses.

This kind of ancient soul spirit seems to be similar to the tree spirit. Once it is bound to an entity, the carrier is destroyed and the spirit will be affected. So Nisseg met Serene? It is true that the turtle and the green bean have a crush on each other, and the two have become one.

"What does she like?"

"Looking at beautiful women!" When the silver bell-like laughter sounded in Daquus' mind again, he also laughed, and then he asked, "So, the Liushui Palace was built after you two met, and the river fairy there?"

"Yes, yes, in addition to looking at beautiful women, she also likes to taste fine wine and food. I was also influenced by her. By the way, Liarel sometimes comes to visit me."

Dakuus shook his head speechlessly. If you label it, this is a lace wine mask. No wonder when they were outside just now, Serene and Belloda were chatting so happily. The problem is Belloda... Forget it, there are some things that he is not convenient to comment on now, which is not very polite.

"Besides... she wants to see the outside world, but you know me."

"Yes, there is a certain danger." Daxus thought that Serene was right. For daughters, anointed ones, incarnations, and other beings like him, walking in the mortal world is indeed dangerous. These beings have the origin of God, and part of the power of God is what Chaos desires. If you run into them, you will definitely not end up well.

"Who is Mauro and who is Mormo? Sorry, I can't tell them apart." Daxus is good at keeping things balanced. In the other world, they talked about the other world. He and Serene's affairs will be discussed after they go out. He can't leave these two weasels alone, and there is also Kukulkan on his shoulder.

"I am Mauro."

"I am Mormo."

"I think you two are good. Then you two look at me. What do you think I look like?" After seeing that Mauro and Mormo can talk, Daxus decided to take the initiative.

And then there was nothing else. Although these two weasels have become spirits, but... it can only be said that the situation and customs are different. This is the world of Warhammer, not the northeast where spirits are not allowed to be created after the founding of the country.

Mauro and Mormo did not say anything: Are you asking for a title as a yellow-skinned person? Or are you talking nonsense in the middle of the night like someone who deserves a beating; nor did they say anything about existence related to the second dimension. They were stunned by Dacus's words. They looked at each other in bewilderment, with great doubts flashing in their small eyes.

Dacus shook his head in boredom. This can be considered an achievement, right? Asking for a title from a weasel in the opposite direction, but there was no show effect. Then he turned his head slightly and looked at a bird that even a smart person like him did not recognize.

"What's wrong?"

An image appeared in Dacus' mind, and his smile froze and became serious in an instant. He squinted in the direction where Kukulkan was looking. He saw nothing, but that did not mean there was nothing. (End of this chapter)