Chapter 431 Essence
Lynch followed the bumpy carriage through the dense forest and walked slowly towards the center of the Duncanwald Forest.
The treetops made way for him, vines and weeds inadvertently blocked the lizard man's path, and the flowers bloomed cheerfully, sending their fragrance into the air.
A friendly spirit named Lynch's cold eyes wandered among the green and black branches and leaves.
The ancient lizard people can detect the vicissitudes of its soul, and it has existed since the birth of the ancient saint.
The ancient oak trees groaned in the wind, and the once kind elders were beyond recognition, just like this corroded forest.
Violence broke away its spiritual peace. Since the world was touched by the power of destruction, killing and war were brought back to the world, the souls of these forests have changed.
Hatred destroys all two-legged creatures.
This is not what forest spirits should have. They are originally giant umbrellas held up for young creatures. The weak, clean creatures that are allowed to exist play under them and chase after them.
Later species clung to their trunks, licking their nectar, feeding on the fruits of the forest and making fire with their withered branches.
It can defend itself - those ignorant species are indeed greedy, clearing mountains and forests for a little hunting, and clearing rivers with dense nets for a few fish.
But individuals can never represent the whole. Even if they claim to be so, they come with the will of the people of the country. They are only for themselves and only represent themselves.
The soul of the forest has forgotten its mission, remembering only the reckless claims of young creatures and the ever-shrinking forest.
Rabbits will be hunted by wild wolves, wolves will feed vultures after death, their bones will eventually return to the earth and become food for the forest, and the forest will be eaten by herbivorous species. It all cycles back, it's nature.
Nature is by no means an empty forest, a single plant.
Bipedal creatures repay the vegetation with death, but the vegetation forgets to offer the same death to the living creatures.
Perhaps it has forgotten the weapons used by the ancient saints to establish order, and it has also forgotten those days of harmony.
Lin Qi held it in vain, took out the dark scepter that had lost its brilliance, and gently touched the root of the tree that was half exposed in the soil at his feet, suppressing the indignation and madness of the forest with his fiery thoughts.
The rustling leaves fell silent, and a successful negotiation was concluded.
If they want to cross the rainforest, Thoreaus will use their strong muscles to push away the trees. If they want to cross the swamp, Thoreaus will push open the water with unparalleled strength. If they want to clear obstacles that are not planned, they will die one after another towards the target. Advance.
They have been like this since the Old Ones began the new age, and Lynch will be no exception.
But now the order has been violently disrupted, and the world has once again been divided into countless parts. War, killing, and unnecessary death can be seen everywhere, turning that harmonious past forged with blood into a legend, which only exists in the stories of elves and dwarves. "The Age of Mythology".
It is older than the history of some races, older than the fate of a kingdom, and has long been lost in the dust of time.
But a new order will surely be established, and everything will return to its original appearance. Before that, Lynch must first wipe out the most arrogant cults in the empire.
The tentacles of the Chaos Gods are still spreading in the world. After the power of Chaos is repelled, the cold-blooded species come out of the rainforest again, regain the treasures of the ancient saints, and establish a new order and hegemony, the planet can get a suitable regulator.
At that time, the elves will stay in Ulthuan, the dwarves will concentrate on digging minerals in the mountains, humans will recuperate on the plains, and the spirits and other species in the forest will develop and multiply in the designated places.
Visitors who have left their original territory no longer need to bring swords to visit their neighbors. What they use to communicate should not be the blood of young creatures, but the trade products and grains of each ethnic group.
The unnatural behemoths will no longer destroy each settlement with irresistible brute force. After having a strong enough supervisor, they should return to the location designated by the ancient saint to rest.
They can reaffirm their former hegemony and sovereignty of freedom. The race born for bloodshed will tell them what the new order should be. The humanoid race is the foundation of the future, and civilization will eventually drive away the barbarians.
Even if the giant beasts roam for thousands of years, they will not be able to leave the starry sky, but those weak, bipedal creatures can.
Of course, monsters are also a part of nature. In the abyss, deep mountains, and uninhabited wilderness, their freedom is by no means part of the embryonic form of civilization. The so-called right to live freely is by no means a crude use of innate advantages to arbitrarily dominate civilized settlements. Go wild in the middle.
Before the world is restored, it is best not to be too aggressive in the forest, as it will only increase unnecessary casualties.
The mottled tree shadows straddled the carriage, and the devil believers toyed with the doctor's body wantonly, but for some reason, they did not directly torture the doctor with evil tricks.
Apart from tying up the human and sealing the snake staff in a silver chest, they did no further offense to the doctor.
Reasonable warriors were always monitoring the doctor, and those believers who wanted to overstep the mark after the medicine came in were all driven aside.
Karis thought that his life would be worse than death, and he cursed the companion who escaped alone several times in his mind.
The peace along the way only intensified Karis's panic. No one would be able to relax in the same room with a group of criminals who used alcohol and drugs to anesthetize their nerves and harm themselves from time to time.
The brief peace was more like the calm before the storm. The doctor didn't know how he would be treated. He just secretly prayed that he could die quickly.
He watched helplessly as the group devoured their poisoned accomplice, and the man who committed suicide was still smiling happily before his death.
He saw the devil believer hiding in the corner of the carriage and silently biting pieces of meat. When the sunlight that inadvertently leaked illuminated the blood on the corner of her lips, Karis had already predicted that she was eating raw meat.
But the doctor didn't expect that the woman was chewing on her own arm.
It was as if there was invisible hunger lingering on them. They had already eaten three of their accomplices along the way. When the remaining four glanced at them with green eyes, even the doctor who had given up life had an inexplicable panic. Flustered.
When the creaking sound of teeth rubbing against hard wood emerged, Karis huddled in another corner without daring to move. If he hadn't been tied so tightly, he would have wanted to jump directly from the carriage and hit himself to death but survived.
There are obviously more exquisite pastries in the car, but they seem to want to try a different taste.
The torturous journey reached its end when the carriage drove to a relatively open meadow in the forest. Karis was lifted out of the carriage by the seemingly thin cultist and thrown into the open space.
Figures of people emerged one after another from behind the trees. They were either men or women, old or young. Without exception, most of them were wearing more exquisite dresses.