Chapter 304 304 Fairy Tale of Resurrection From the Dead, a Visiting Delegation of Elves

Chapter 304 304. The fairy tale of resurrection from the dead, the visiting group of elves

Leaving the splendid Hall of Valor is a very luxurious and incredible thing.

Because they are already the dead stranded in the world of the living, even though the Hall of Valor and the golden apple dream in the distance will be opened to them from time to time, they can meet their past friends and relatives in their dreams.

Oh, and occasionally we can get together to play a game called mahjong.

But they are dead after all.

They keep this in mind, wait for Croya's call, and train and compete every day to educate the young people who have just entered the golden apple dream and let them know more about fighting experience - even if they die At that time, they were also young people.

They are heroic spirits! It was the great lord who allowed them to stay in this glorious world, and of course they had to pay everything until the end of eternity.

But today, an ordinary moment.

From the eternally shining iridescent spring in the Hall of Heroes, the calm voice of the tower spirit suddenly came:

"Now we are notifying that everyone in the Hall of Valor can enter reality, and the passages will be opened one after another. Please automatically divide into small teams to receive the passes to reality."

"Please queue up to collect in an orderly manner..."

Of course they know about Ta Ling. They usually rely on Ta Ling to provide and supply their basic needs in life. Mr. Ta Ling can always provide them with the most complete living facilities.

——The entire northern territory is under the control of the tower spirit.

But what it suddenly said today still caused many heroic spirits who were not afraid in the war to fall into incomprehensible silence and exclamations.

"what happens?"

"Taling just said that we can return to reality?"

"Wow! It's really fake!"

The heroic spirits living in the Hall of Valor became excited instantly, and without hesitation, they chose the fastest and fastest way to decide the first batch of names - they got into a fight on the spot.

Heroic spirits all died in various wars. Since we have to rank them in order, it must be based on who has the biggest fist.

Furthermore, even a mage who can enter here can wield rune iron chains and steel magic books to engage in real hand-to-hand combat.

War is just about who has the biggest fist. Whoever has the biggest fist will of course have priority - they are all heroic spirits, and whoever can fight is more noble.

All kinds of ping-ping-pong-pong sounds mixed together.

The winner happily queues up to receive the ticket that leads to reality, while the loser can only wait at the end of the queue, hoping that enough tickets will be issued this time.

And the first one in line is a female warrior.

Her figure looks tall and slender, and she doesn't have any exaggerated muscles, but she still stands in the first place.

She took the bracelet woven from white wool as a matter of course from a clear spring. The white wool bracelet also had a small piece of black and pure gold decorations.

"Black marigolds and golden sunflowers?"

Helen curiously shook the bracelet, which had both warm and cold touches, and then heard Talling's prompt: "Please step into reality now."

Belonging to the brilliance of eternal hymns, the city wall composed of music suddenly appeared in front of her, and a portal suddenly appeared in front of her. It was a golden portal with a sunflower pattern on the edge, transmitting endless brilliance.

She hesitated for a rare moment, and then stepped into the door with a determination to die. After a brief trance, she saw a sea of ​​swaying lavender flowers.

The sea of ​​purple flowers is dotted with some exquisite and elegant houses with terraces and gardens of their own, and some people are walking and talking on the straight road.

The entire island is illuminated by the sun and is full of life.

"..."

The female warrior's eyes widened, her legs started to move almost unconsciously, and she began to run towards a certain house. Her tempered strength made her run like a gust of wind, like a child hearing the call of her parents.

Until she ran to the elegant hut, she could even feel her already dead heartbeat beating wildly, and she couldn't help but hold her knees up and gasp.

Even though she had long since lost this adrenaline rush.

Then, the door of the cabin opened with a creak.

A middle-aged woman with graying hair and wearing an apron stood over there, looking at her.

"You're back, Helen."

The woman was briefly surprised and then said: "I made your favorite pie, you go pick some lavender, its floral fragrance..."

Very ordinary words, even the tone has no ups and downs, just like the trivial ordinary things in countless lives, without any passion, but they form the foundation of human life.

"Mother……"

At this moment, the splendid Hall of Valor, the dazzling dream of golden apples and the rainbow-colored wishing pool that could satisfy any of their needs were all replaced by the nagging voice of the mother in front of them.

The temperature of the sun, the fragrant scent of lavender, and the scent of food coming from the house that he had exchanged for his mother with his military exploits embraced her lightly.

It was like a hug from her mother when she left home a long, long time ago.

She didn't cry, and her steps were no longer hurried.

It was as natural as water flowing into the sea. He walked up the steps and took his mother's arm. "Oh, let me help you do it. Yes, it's rare that I can have a holiday, so let me cook a delicious meal for you..."

The powerful warrior put on the apron, took the paring knife, which looked as small as iron to her, and started working amidst her mother's nagging and the sound of bubbles coming from the small pot.

In the end, she did not offend her mother. Even though the treatment she now enjoyed was enough for her mother to buy crops from the magic farm every day, her mother still chose the most basic cream soup.

——Such a scene plays out in many families.

And all this was seen by the young mage who was standing on the top of the tower, as if the sun was shining behind him. He was holding a pen in his hand and was writing the last period.

Ivy couldn't help but said after Croya finally finished writing: "Why are you suddenly interested in fairy tales?"

Croya put away the "Cream Soup Returning from the Light" that he had just written, and replied casually: "I am a bard, so of course I want to write some fairy tales that can be sung."

"Don't you think it's interesting?"

"Just like my desire for destruction was satisfied in that battle, I feel that writing these fairy tales can also satisfy the fatigue I sometimes feel now."

Ivy was silent.

It took a while before it said in a muffled voice: "I thought you hadn't noticed. Is this desire for destruction really that powerful?"

"It's not bad." Croya squinted his eyes and thought for a while: "Actually, so far, I have not controlled the destruction.

Like a lost chapter sung by a bard.

What I am doing is changing the land as far as I can see, watching the crops harvest and watching people laugh.

It's like what you and Miya are communicating about, the flame that the god named Apollo specially gave to the fire thief, the hope that fell from the golden carriage that patrolled the world.

That is indeed a way..."

Cloya stared at the sky in the distance and seemed to see a floating palace approaching the north. Next to the palace, there were some guards, or monitors, from the Church of the Seven Gods.

He blinked to make sure it was not an hallucination, and then sped up his voice: "But that is a method belonging to the gods. I am a mage, and of course I do not need to rely on this method to maintain myself.

All my intellectual curiosity and desire for peace will come back to me in my power.

What I want to learn is what I want to learn. "

Along with his voice, in the chapter of "Poetry of Rainbow Colors" engraved in his heart, the golden section was cast with a magical glow.

That is... the ultimate praise.

The moment Croya discovered it, it was like knowledge that he didn't want to learn, sealed and locked in the light.

…

The glorious guards from the Holy See stood nervously outside the palace.

In fact, he is already the bishop of the Holy See. In other places, he is a powerful figure who can make believers kiss their boots. But outside this palace from the elves, he is really just a guard.

Oh, there are also the Church of the Mother Earth, the Knights of the Rose... and other church guards of the other seven gods.

He really didn't understand why the elven Orpheus family would suddenly send out a visiting group of this size. They were only visiting one of the many human kingdoms, or even just one of its dukes.

It's not impossible for a real church bigwig to have the Duke of a small country, well... let them kiss his boots behind his back.

But it was such a "duke" that attracted a visit from the Orpheus family, and it was the highest-level request for a visit, initiated by the Elf King's Court and the Great Wisdom Palace.

When the visit application arrived in the hands of the Pope, this floating palace had already arrived at the border between the human and elven worlds. Its surface was blooming with flowers belonging to the elves, and its magic power was as gentle as the moon.

It stayed quietly at the border - behind it were the Silver Wing Knights and Sunlight Knights from the Orpheus family, as if they were going to attack the human territory if they disagreed.

It was only at this moment that the people who were engaged in scuffles and battles for supplies suddenly realized that there were powerful neighbors outside the human realm who were silently watching them.

So His Majesty the Pope personally issued the passage certificate at an extremely fast speed, and also asked the Mother Earth Church and the Holy See of Light, who were already in a group, to immediately send someone to escort them.

Well...it's indeed quite messy inside, but we can't be so messy in front of our elf friends!

It is said that after the Pope's order was issued, the order from the gods of the Church of the Seven Gods was also passed down at an incredible speed, requiring that one must not be disrespectful in front of this palace.

——Icarus, who was sitting inside the palace, knew all these things. He looked at his ancestors who grew up beside him in awe, and couldn't help but ask: "The gods seem to be afraid of you?"

Wrapped in the center by multiple magic springs, the laurel tree looked like a small decorative tree in the center of the wishing fountain replied: No, they are just afraid of losing the face of the gods. "

The sacred tree shook its branches and leaves and complained: "I have told Ertanos that the magic power he gave me is too much. I don't need such excessive power."

She just complained like this, and did not expect the trembling Icarus to reply, and continued: "The seven gods are all powerful beings, but they are only limited to human land.

I saw the endless wars on the earth, locust plagues, and the fear of hunger and death...

They are destroying civilization's creations for their own awakening, bringing this originally beautiful world into a state of destruction. They only hope that the fire brought by the destruction can awaken them from their long dreams. "

Hearing this, Icarus already had a guess in his mind. His heart was pounding, but he still couldn't help asking as if he was suicidal: "Do you want the elves to intervene in this war?"

Although it was a question, he had already guessed what his ancestor was thinking.

In today's Elf Court, the only person left who can make decisions that affect the entire Elf race in the human world is the laurel tree god.

But Laurel denied it: "Who said I would directly interfere with the human world like this? I just wanted to invite Mr. Duke Hanjiao to wander around the world outside of humans.

I heard that his infrastructure projects are quite good.

Do you think that if I promote the updating and iteration of the border town, how much funding will the Elf King's Court approve? How much knowledge will the gentlemen of the Great Wisdom Palace be willing to give? "

This is something Icarus cannot answer.

He could only hold his breath and reluctantly replied: "They should pay a price that the Duke of Hanjiao is satisfied with...probably."

But this is enough for the laurel to express joy.

One of the first ancestors of the elves chuckled and said: "I want to show those human gods what they have given up and what they are fighting for."

The sacred tree seemed to look up at the clear and boundless sky, saw the light spots shining in the star realm, and muttered: "Fortunately, my love has left enough power for me to check the gods.

I was also an archer back then... I taught the elves all their archery skills. "

She muttered like this, as if to relieve the tension caused by about to meet someone - in the long years, she had indeed not heard the beautiful sound of the lyre for a long, long time.

She is even ready to bloom.

But what she didn't expect was that when the palace was about to cross the border of the towering wall in the north.

A giant sword with rippling water fell from the sky, as if the ripples and tides of the sea were echoing on the giant sword.

The terrifying giant sword fell straight on the palace.

At the same time, there was a voice: "You dare to step into my friend's territory, Daphne, haven't my family members suffered enough from you!"

The moonlight and ocean replaced the brilliant light in the sky at this moment.

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