Chapter 608 459 Why Is It You?

Darkus' nonsensical words attracted Kukulkan's attention, and Kukulkan looked directly at him with an inexplicable look. He ignored Kukulkan's gaze, and he couldn't understand the Quetzalcoatl's brain circuit. After exhaling smoke rudely at the bird, he picked up the stone slab next to the soul pod and read it.

The noble spirits bred through the soul pods will take on different forms, bringing endless joy and hope to the world with their colorful forms. Even the system builder Taibok knows what they will look like, and everything will be different. Based on the love, hopes and dreams of the growers…

The birth of every noble spirit is the bloom of a miracle. They have different shapes, some are like tiny elves, and their wings are as transparent as crystal, shining with colorful brilliance in the sun. Some are like elegant flowers, fragrant and exuding a refreshing fragrance. Some are like tiny wood spirits, agile and agile, wandering in the forest with endless curiosity.

Just like the blind white snake that Darkos saw not long ago, it is said to be a snake, but it actually has a name, Rach, and it usually guards the entrance to the passage that can enter the other world. It is also said to be a snake, but he is different from a real snake. He looks like a hooded man shrouded in mist, holding a magic staff. The smooth black stone inlaid on the top gives him the ability to open the other world. The body beneath his robe is actually formed from hundreds of white snakes that can separate and attack opponents.

The real snake is Nimbus, a giant water snake with chameleon-like abilities and the ability to change appearance when no one is looking. For just a minute, his scaly skin can transform into the shape of a fish's fins before disappearing completely, and he devours intruders who cross the rivers into Athel Loren.

The child who was just under the steps of the pyramid was named West Wind, a forest spirit with golden skin and the appearance of an elf boy. His angelic laughter echoed in the darkness, and then appeared on the branches to ask people below about something, and occasionally asked questions. Guess the riddle. If you guess wrong, the person being questioned will be lost in the forest for a period of time.

Strictly speaking, West Wind is not a so-called naughty child, but the protector of elven children in Athel Loren. He knew the forest well, and Aslay never worried about his children running away in the forest, because Aslay believed that he would keep the children safe and return them to the settlement.

These are spirits, members of Bruyd, and perhaps no one knows how they were created except Taybok.

The growth process of each soul pod is a process in which the grower pours his efforts and emotions. After the heart is filled with dreams and expectations for the future, these emotions will be integrated into the soul pod, and finally displayed in the form of the spirit. That's what they say, but in Darkus' view, it is metaphysics. It may be constructed based on the inner feelings of the gestator during the gestation process.

In human terms, these conceived spirits are equivalent to the great demons under the Chaos Gods...

Darkus turned his attention to the soul pod he first saw. This soul pod was different from the others. It was exceptionally powerful. It was as powerful as a night pearl, making other soul pods around it incomparable. He suddenly thought of a possibility. In some planes, the ancient tree elders were not only Dursu, Adanhu, and Cordir, but there was also a being named Rhydysann.

The legendary Redisan is one of the oldest ancient tree people in the great forest. However, it is rarely observed. It is a mysterious existence to Aslay. Before the forest formed an alliance with Aslay, it Just walk alone, unaffected by petitions or requests, and attend to the needs of the forest in your own way. It refuses to communicate with Aslay, who suspects it regrets the forest's alliance with Aslay, so Aslay has sought to appease it, but Aslay cannot find it.

Whether Redisan exists or not is not important to Darkus. What is important is that as a name-saver, he plans to name the essence born from this soul pod Redisan. Later, he planned to give this soul pod to Dursu, who would shape it. In his view, this soul pod is just like reading comprehension. It is a strong spiritual sustenance that awakens Dursu, revitalizes Dursu, and rejuvenates him. It also represents the world's transformation under his leadership. Renewed vitality!

Perfect, 100%, what is the big plan? Isn’t this just the big plan...

It is possible for Darkus to think about something on the way here. Cordir is most likely hopeless, and that hawkish character... Things will be simple then, Dursu, Adanhu and the new Lei Disan became the new Trinity, re-leading the forest spirits of Athel Loren as the Ancient Treant Elder.

As for loyalty, he doesn't think much about it. In his opinion, the forest spirits headed by Dursu are his own people. According to the factions, they belong to the upright ancient holy family and are no different from the lizard people. He didn't want to pin his hopes on those Aslays.

Moreover, he still has a lot of things waiting for him to do. He has no time to squat here and confine himself. Besides leaving this matter to Dursu or Ariel, there are three people. In this case, why not leave it to Dursu? Soo. Forget about the man behind him. The characteristics of the Slann Demon Priest can't do this kind of thing. Don't create a person who is more difficult to deal with, more difficult to figure out, and more surly than Cordir. That's just him. Find trouble for yourself, or strange existences like Bruyd.

But having said that, ideals are beautiful, but reality is cruel.

The overall situation is very complicated, a classic case of left foot tripping right foot, one ring after another. Axel Loren's death is closely related to the whole world. Although Daxus has not seen the Oak of Ages properly, he thinks that the Oak of Ages is more of a conversion device than a tree. A magical creation of the ancient saints, perhaps the seeds of the Oak of Ages were originally drawn from other planets.

Just like plants that perform photosynthesis, the leaves of plants release oxygen in the sun during the day and absorb carbon dioxide at the same time. At night, the leaves that cannot perform photosynthesis will absorb oxygen and emit carbon dioxide at the same time.

The principle is similar. The murals that Daxus saw in the passage showed everything. The murals were like a guide for novices, except that Typok projected the whole thing out to explain it to him. The north and south gates expel the wind of magic and blow it all over the world. The roots of the world absorb these winds of magic, which is why Axel Loren is a magic forest. The Oak of Ages collects and transforms the Wind of Magic into the Other World. While nurturing new spirits in the Other World, it sends part of the Wind of Magic back to Ithil through the channel connecting the Other World and Ithil, establishing an orderly circulation mechanism.

The reason why the Oak of Ages withers is that it does not absorb enough nutrients. After all, the Oak of Ages is a plant that can absorb the eight winds, but it needs the nourishment of the Wind of Gilen and a small amount of the Wind of Gur. In the case of insufficient Wind of Gilen and various corrosion and erosion, who will wither if the Oak of Ages does not wither. Just like the imbalance of positive and negative poles, it can operate when it is not coordinated, but it will also cause serious damage to the machine until the machine cannot operate.

The specific implementation is to make the roots of the world move and connect with places where the Wind of Gilen is abundant. So where is the Wind of Gilen abundant?

The Kingdom of Avalon in Ulthuan is the same as other kingdoms of Ulthuan that carry out agricultural planting. The Great Forest is a replica of the Great Vortex in a sense. The functions of the two are the same, just like Android and Symbian. This is a very funny thing. Most of the magic winds of Ulthuan were absorbed by the Great Whirlpool, and the Oak of Ages could only absorb a small part.

So... we have to plant some in other places to increase the amount, which is in line with Daxus's grand plan.

From the perspective of the grand plan, when the agriculture and animal husbandry of the Causchen Plains are fully developed, La Plata, located in the center of the plains, the spiritual vein node and the Emerald Garden, will be another form of the Kingdom of Avalon.

Then plant the south of Orbion Island, connecting the Great Whirlpool with the Arctic Gate and connecting it to Elsing Alvin. Of course, Orbion's positioning is more like a buy-one-get-one-free gift. The important thing is the south. Even if it is not for the benefit of the elves, but for the sake of the world, the entire Nehekhara must be planted. There is still the real big head. When the rivers and oases are full of Nehekhara...

As we all know, after filling the inland sea of ​​Ulthuan, the area is barely comparable to Nehekhara, and Nehekhara does not have a crater similar to Ulthuan.

N wins!

In addition to these, Dacus's previous big plan will continue to occupy the forests in the north of the empire. These forests and Rickwald in Rickland were originally part of the Great Forest. Due to the arrival of the great invasion, these forests were separated from the Great Forest. The ancient saints in the forests either did not have time to start or fell into a state of inactivity.

Moreover, Bretonnia on the side of the Gray Mountains and the Wobergland Hills, Ivyland and Mutland on the other side were also part of the Great Forest. Of course, there will be a chance to connect to the Zhendan side.

At that time, the Shaping Engine variants found in Lauren Loren will be placed on the spiritual vein nodes of these agricultural areas and connected to the world roots. The activated Shaping Engine variant will make these forests and farmlands produce a continuous flow of Gilen winds, and then these Gilen winds will flow into the Oak of Ages through the spiritual vein nodes or the world roots.

This is equivalent to forcibly giving the characteristics of farming to the elves. At that time, they will have to plant even if they don't want to. The abundant agricultural products and cash crops plus reasonable policies will make the elves' population explode. The power of those elven gods will also be enhanced, and the holy fire of Asuryan, which represents the origin of the elves, will burn more vigorously than ever before. Zhong Ma Ge, who was reborn from the fire, will not be like the end of the world, where only his face was restored.

In addition to the elves, with the upgrade of the other world and the strength of the Oak of Ages, the capacity will also increase. At that time, a steady stream of forest spirits will appear to protect the forest, forming a positive return cycle. Similarly, the ancient saint device under the holy fire of the white wolf will burst out more powerful energy after being connected, transforming the wind of magic while nourishing Elsin Alvin.

When Daquus was thinking about it, the Slann magic priest behind him was still in the startup state.

For Narhap, dreams are real. Dreams fill his mind and change the color and pattern of his skin. There are many dimensions beyond physics, many of which are even imperceptible to the brain, let alone imagination.

Narhap is one of the oldest beings, created by the ancient saints. He understands the existence of these dimensions and can see the vectors of mathematics and the influence of mathematics on higher dimensions. As the Old Ones pushed each form of existence further and further away from the universal zero toward which all things were moving, the harmony of the equations became increasingly complex.

Perhaps the Old Ones needed flesh and blood to appreciate the effects of their algebra on the lower planes, or beings like the Slann Mage Priests to understand how the lower dimensions projected parts into the higher dimensions to escape ultimate corruption. Whatever their logic, Narhap's brain was designed to see the mathematics behind all existence in order to keep the Old Ones' equations balanced.

But things went wrong, and in the process of experimentation, the Old Ones created lower-phase creatures with the potential to have a devastating effect on the higher dimensional order. The essence of these creatures was expressed in simple algorithms, but their numerical values ​​were huge, as if fighting against inevitable decay and negation.

When the effects of these arrays on the higher dimensions infected the carefully drawn vectors of illogicality, the Old Ones' designs collapsed under the lasting corruption, which was not just an echo of life, but something that existed in multidimensional displacement. Their numerical values ​​would not decay, but instead expanded by adding the algorithms of the lower-phase creatures into them. Under the madness, their equations were no longer balanced, broken by a perverse arithmetic.

The master gradually disappeared due to persistent malice, unable to persist in his broken vectors. At times, Narhap could almost feel the afterimages of those shattered vectors, reshaped into persistence. It was a disharmony that even he could not fully comprehend, were these fragments of the Master, or merely newly projected appearances of the old Vectors?

This troubled Narhap's mind, and he considered whether one of the persistent fractals was an abomination made of irrational numbers and unbalanced singularities? Yet at its core, he could almost sense a strand of ancient harmony. Was this just another creation of the lower-phase algorithm coagulating in a higher dimension, or was the shattered vector trying to regain dominance over its own expression? Could the equation be balanced by adding another persistent fractal? Would even the Masters dare to work in such a reckless manner? (This paragraph is the core)

Narhap did not receive any answers, the fractal manifested as a lower-phase being and defeated the corrupted algorithm invasion that once threatened to return everything to zero. He focused his thoughts on the disharmony memory, and like many unbalanced influences, the persistent fractal was warm, fast, emotional, and illogical. Thinking about persistent fractals was like thinking about the square root of negation, it was not the product of mathematics and equations, it was not something that had ever appeared in the Old Ones’ pattern.

Could persistent fractals be furthering the Old Ones’ vision? Narhap shivered in his sleep, considering the dangers of introducing such terrible potential into the ordered mathematics of his own realm. Was this part of mathematics? Was this the will of the Old Ones? He could not understand, even his brain could not calculate and track it to the end, was this part of the grand plan? Or did other possibilities arise, other sums that could be introduced into the algorithm.

Narhap tried to shift his attention, focusing on the lower-order algorithms, the unknown unknowns, he could see the warm emotions close to him, the irrational sums fighting for control of the unknown’s thought process. It was elusive, and by filling the irrationalities of the unknown’s mind, he could see the patterns.

One set of patterns would bring destruction to the world, another set of patterns would bring new challenges to the world, which pattern would the unknown add to itself? Which algorithm would it seek to counteract? When the Old Ones added the low-order algorithms to the great mathematics, it was for a purpose, but it didn't matter, because there was no purpose either, and even whether the work of the Old Ones was completed? Or left an incomplete work?

Unlike the continuous fractals and the degenerate algorithms, the warm and swift emotions have their own place in harmony, and there is a purpose, and Narhap, who has invested a lot of energy, came here to serve such a purpose. Which will the persistent fractal choose? Destruction? Or a new challenge? What will the unreasonable sum tell the persistent fractal to be the answer to the equation?

When Daxus held the soul pod in his arms like a baby, Narhap's eyes suddenly opened, and he saw that the mind of the unknown factor became stable, and the persistent fractal had made a choice, which was the answer to the problem. He moved his fat fingers and used them to manipulate the patterns of the great mathematics.

The equation was solved, and Narhap could not touch the new unknown, which was his slight misunderstanding of the order. He was not sure whether the simple dissection would allow him to understand why the persistent fractal made the choice, but overall he was satisfied. He did not need to calculate all the low-order algorithms, he only needed to solve the algorithm that troubled his mind.

Now, Narhap has got a solution.

"Watch out for the gate!"

"Everyone knows what this means. Everyone knows that to solve this urgent problem, it may cost a lifetime." Daxus was attracted by the whisper of the Slann Magic Priest. After catching the words, his expression became solemn. After a moment, he tried to respond.

Narhap turned the carriage. After hearing the words of the persistent fractal, he looked at the persistent fractal with a gleam in his eyes.

Daxus had vaguely guessed the answer. What he said to the Slann Magic Priest in front of him was connected. It came from an unknown second-generation Slann, and his words only existed in the memory of the lizardman. But... who made him so closely connected with the lizardman? He asked Master Ma about key questions like the second-generation Slann Magic Priest. Master Ma told the unknown second-generation Slann Magic Priest that he had a name: Narhap.

Narhap, "The Voyager of the Eternal Rain", is a Slann Mage Priest of amazing power, but also quite insane. After the Great Invasion, he decided to explore the world, and the Temple Guards followed him. He believed that the rest of the world was corrupted both spiritually and physically, and that if he touched anything of this world, his own power would also corrupt and disappear, so he always traveled on his own carriage.

Perhaps due to traveling too far, Narhap has transcended sublimated communication, and all Slann Mage Priests have no idea where he might be, or if he is still alive. Perhaps he will return to the Lizardman World one day? Although many Slann Mage Priests doubt that he will return.

Mazdamuddi, Adoshi-Tehega, Huni Aitankui, Shakspati, and now the fifth second-generation Slann Mage Priest have been found by Dakwus, plus Uma Tadan who was found on the island of Orbion before.

"There are no pyramids, no temple cities, no Eshi grubs, why are you here?"

"Hmm..." What Narhap saw was completely different from what he perceived. In his vision, the continuous fractal was radiating, surging in all directions, connecting with the surroundings and even the whole world. This was an obvious contrast. Suddenly, his pupils expanded again, and his wide lips made a low gurgling sound, and he once again projected his thoughts into the possibilities of great mathematics.

"Damn!" Dacus covered his ears after exclaiming, and at the same time he tried to press down the non-existent hat.

Narhap transmitted the scene to Dacus's mind through telepathy. There were many scenes. Dacus saw Narhap communicating with a Slann magic priest he didn't know through telepathy. Then the picture flashed, and Narhap and a group of Slann magic priests held a ceremony with the Slann magic priest he didn't know as the center.

Then, the scene changed again. As the spell surged, an indescribable power filled the air. The earth began to tremble, the surroundings began to twist, and the air was filled with the smell of electric charges. As the ceremony progressed, a huge energy vortex gradually gathered. The vortex that appeared was compressed and squeezed into a ball of light, and the light became stronger and stronger, and finally turned into a dazzling ball of light.

Suddenly, the ball of light burst into an extremely strong light, like thousands of suns rising at the same time. Dacus felt an indescribable force gushing out of the ball of light, as if the whole world was torn apart by this force. Wherever the light went, everything was instantly destroyed and turned into nothing. He was amazed and knew what would happen next.

Then, a deafening roar came, as if all the sounds between heaven and earth were absorbed into this moment. The earth was shaking violently, the mountains in the distance began to collapse, and the ocean set off huge waves. A huge transparent mushroom cloud rose up, tearing the purple-red sky and reappearing the blue sky and white clouds of the past. The hot shock wave swept in all directions. Wherever it went, the rotten trees turned to ashes, the polluted rocks were evaporated, and the air was filled with the breath of purification and hope.

In the center of the light, Dakuus saw a pure and powerful energy. Wherever the light reached, corruption and chaos were dispelled, and darkness and filth disappeared in an instant. Those polluted rivers became clear again, and the withered grass and trees were rejuvenated again. Even the heaviness and filth in the air were swept away, replaced by unprecedented freshness and purity.

Dakuus felt a deep shock and fear. What he heard was not directly presented in front of his eyes. The text and the picture were two completely different forms of expression. This power was far beyond his understanding. The nuclear bomb was terrifying, but it was not terrifying enough to clear the entire continent. However, the first generation of Shilan magic priest Chikota did it. The first generation of the best high-level spells, the super invincible enhanced upgrade version of the mind blast.

After the shock wave, it did not end. The light became stronger and stronger. The cracks on the earth gradually healed, the mountains stood up again, and the ocean returned to calm. Those places that were once eroded now have new vitality. The picture flashed, and in the high-altitude overlooking view, the light continued to spread until the entire southern jungle was shrouded in this pure energy. In this magnificent scene, Daquus felt an unprecedented peace and tranquility.

"Earth-shattering star."

There is a price to pay for doing this. The picture returned to the ceremony site. The Slann magic priest in the center of the ceremony disappeared. The powerful energy overwhelmed him. There was only a ray of residual light. The toad faces of the surrounding Slann priests showed grief.

Daquus knew that the one who disappeared was the first generation of Slann magic priest Chikota. Chikota had the same experience as Kroka. His body was crushed by the energy and exploded everywhere. In the end, it was found by the lizard priests and pieced together to make a mummy.

But he realized that something seemed wrong? He had an illusion that Chikota seemed to be the strongest? The redemption of Izata released by Kroka was limited in scope. Blotbowa, who also released the Chibaku Tensei, was blown to pieces, leaving only an unconscious soul. But he quickly came to his senses. Things were not calculated that way. Various losses and bonuses were not taken into account.

Then, the screen flickered again, and Daxus saw Narhap sitting on the carriage leading a large army of lizardmen from the Great Invasion Era to the north.

"Did you come here on your own? Or was it an instruction from Chikota?" Dacus asked a key question, which he did not understand. The only thing in the images that came one after another was the deafening sound. The conversations between the Slann magic priests were all done by staring at each other, that is, through telepathy.

The picture flickered again and returned to the beginning, back to the scene where Narhap and Chikota communicated through telepathy. Dacus understood that according to the hindsight perspective, Chikota seemed to have predicted his own end, and Chikota, who had been personally guided by the ancient saint Asholanka, must know something that only the first generation of Slann magic priests knew.

This seems to be right? What did Asholanka, the "Lost One", arrange Chikota to do before he set off, so that Chikota would welcome His return? In the end, Chikota arranged Narhap.

If this inference is correct, then... Narhap can only be said to be the real one. He fully implemented Chikota's instructions and waited for the return of the lost, and did nothing else. Ah, no, I did do something, and made a toad to participate in the beast council, which was like playing house.

"Narhap, on behalf of Mazdamudi, Adoshi-Tehega, Huini Aitankui, Shakspati and Umatadan, I welcome your return. Of course, there are other Slann magic priests, and even the entire lizardman society. Well, let's leave here."

Darkus said while hugging his hands. After seeing Narhap nod slowly, he turned around. He felt that Narhap was a little... Maybe he was not like Shakspati? Eat some dried Eshi grubs? But he also understood that Master A was quite autistic, but he was a little different from Narhap. Master A was a homebody. However, it didn't matter whether he spoke or not, as long as he could communicate and agree with his position.

He couldn't walk. Dakuus was a typical person who would definitely not stand if he could sit, and would definitely not sit if he could lie down. When he moved half of the soul pods and stone tablets, the two skin lizard priests who had been fixed before turned back to chirping. With the help of the skin lizard priests, he moved the remaining soul pods and stone tablets to the carriage, and then he jumped up and sat on the carriage.

"Let's go, wake up those ancient blood warriors and temple guards, and wake up 500 skin lizards. The others will not be moved for the time being."

It is impossible to wake up all of them. Dakuus really can't afford to support them. These are already his limit. The five temple guards can not only strengthen the momentum but also protect Narhap. He will never let the elves protect the Slann magic priests. Those skin lizards will play the role of auxiliary soldiers, such as raising insects or something, to give the Aslai some lizard man shock.

Fortunately, he still has some money. The trip to Dragon Rock Castle brought good income. After the situation in Athel Loren stabilizes, he can send people to negotiate with those Baator masters, exchange some meat, and withdraw all the lizard men. As for the meat in the forest, forget it. Those various spirits are representatives of each species. He doesn't want to argue like playing house.

When he came to the entrance of the pyramid, Daxus jumped down from the carriage, picked up the largest soul pod, and walked out before the lizard man. The door was still as illusory as when he came. He stood there, his figure seemed particularly firm and solemn in the dim light. Then he raised the soul pod high, just like the old baboon raised Simba, and the light in the pod reflected his face.

The forest spirits who had been waiting for a long time were shocked and speechless when they saw this scene, and then a warm cheer broke out from their team. The eyes of these spirits flashed with hope and joy, as if they had witnessed a long-lost victory. The white deer, the four-winged phoenix, the blind white snake, the white wolf, the war falcon, the black hound and other spirits cheered one after another. Except for the thing hiding in the dark, the whole world was infected by the joy of this moment.

Dacus walked down the steps of the pyramid slowly, each step was full of determination. Wherever he went, the spirits made way and bowed to him. He walked to Dursu and solemnly handed the soul pod to the powerful and noble spirit. He could clearly feel the branch where Dursu touched the soul pod trembling violently, and he could feel Dursu's excitement, joy and disbelief.

"This soul pod symbolizes hope and rebirth! I name it Redisan! May it bring new vitality and strength to protect this ancient holy garden, this great forest!"

The cheers of the spirits gradually subsided, and they watched this sacred moment quietly.

At this time, Dursu was so excited that his whole body began to tremble. As a trinity, it knew too well what this soul pod represented. After seeing that it did not respond, Dacus patted the bark, and it only then reacted, and its nod made the branch sway gently.

"Lift it up!" Dacus said while making a high-raised gesture to Dursu.

Dursu raised the soul pod, and the branches stretched out like arms. The moonlight shone through the gaps between the leaves of the ancient tree and onto the soul pod, flashing a dazzling light. The whole forest seemed to be rejuvenated at this moment, the ancient power flowed among the spirits, and the other world also echoed this sacred moment.

"Let us guard this sacred land together. No matter how many challenges there are ahead, we will unite as one! Face it together! Cheer!" In terms of polite words, Daquus's skills are full.

As Dacus spoke and Dursu moved, the spirits cheered again, and the sound shook the entire other world. The white deer raised its head and neighed, the four-winged phoenix spread its gorgeous wings, the blind white snake coiled, the white wolf howled to the sky, the war falcon soared and circled, the black hound roared and resonated, and the two weasels ran around Dacus happily. Various animals and twisted elements made their voices at this moment, expressing their respect and excitement for this moment.

The lizardmen who came out of the pyramid also let out a loud howl, their voices were deep and loud, as if responding to the cheers of the spirits, and as if responding to their return after thousands of years.

"I seem to know why it's you! Only you can do it, Dacus!"

"Is this a compliment? Thank you for your compliment, Ms. Nisegg."

"Let's go. Just like you said, no matter how many challenges lie ahead, we will unite as one! Face them together!"

Darkus reappeared from the pond earlier than some elves expected. When the elves camped and waited around him noticed him, he raised his hands and started to go crazy.

"My afterlife is a painting;

In the end of the world where no human beings can reach;

This vast universe is my home;

Where there is dust, there is my reed;

I am a flower, a grass, a cloud, a water, and a sand;

I am a man, a woman, he, she, and it;

I am a flower, a grass, a cloud, a water, and a sand;

I am a man, a woman, he, she, and it;"

In the confused eyes of the elves, Dacus began his performance. His singing echoed in the night sky. Every note carried deep emotions, like a force that traveled through time and space, connecting everything together.

When he sang to the end, he lifted his hands to both sides. Narhap, who was sitting on the carriage, seemed to be summoned by the singing, as if deliberately cooperating with him, and slowly rose from the pond under the moonlight. Narhap's figure was like a phantom on the water, elegant and mysterious. With his appearance, the whole pond was shimmering, and the water waves were shining charmingly under the moonlight.

At that moment, the picture was frozen.

The figures of Dacus and Narhap overlapped in the night sky, with two moons hanging high behind them. The light intertwined to form a halo that surrounded them, outlining their outlines more clearly and sacredly. The whole Athel Loren seemed to hold its breath at this moment. The rustling of leaves stopped, and the chirping of animals disappeared, leaving only Dacus and Narhap.

Duruchi, who had seen a little bit of the world, was fine. He was no longer surprised, and even a little numb. But Ainir, Aslai, Asur and the out-of-group elves were different. Their eyes were full of amazement and awe. They had never seen such a beautiful and shocking scene. Dacus's singing was like a mysterious ritual, summoning the existence that was only recorded in legends and a few words.

"Is this... the Slann Demon Priest?"

Before the elves could recover, teams of lizardmen drove out of the pool in an orderly manner... (End of this chapter)