Riding and Slashing

Thousands of years ago...

The storm beat violently against the stone walls of the temple.

The reefs by the sea were hit by big waves, and there were waves of disturbing wailing.

Thunder echoed dully in the dark corridors, and swaying shadows danced on the rough stone walls, silently accompaniment to the flickering torches.

Althea sat alone by the pool, wrapped in a fine rabbit fur scarf to keep out the cold.

"I've heard you're coming, Kouaris..."

She said lightly, and turned her head to the depths of the high rafters that the light could not reach.

The shadow rose, the dragon's wings whizzed, and a small dragon passed over her head, circled half a circle in the wide hall of the temple, and landed beside her.

The dragon wings were retracted, and the sharp curved claws scraped the floor, shaking his head to shake off the water droplets all over his body.

Afterwards, Xiaolong's fat and soft body lay down beside the pool.

"Why don't you rest?"

Kouaris' piercing voice came, and his big blue eyes looked at Althea who was hugging his knees in a friendly way.

"The storm kept me awake, it reminded me of the night I lost my father, my brother and myself..."

As Althea said, she turned her eyes to the calm pool water from the little dragon again.

Xiaolong stared at her silently, while her thoughts drifted to the memories of the past.

The pain of the sacrifice was still clear, and a tear rolled down her cheek as she recalled all she had given up.

She voluntarily stayed here to serve the gods in order to let her brother Avadine go back to save the ethnic group. She watched the Sindarui elves perish from the crystal ball, watched the Noldor endure thousands of years of suffering, and watched the birth, old age, sickness and death of her brother's descendants from generation to generation.

But no one remembered her.

The gods erased her memory in other people's hearts, and she silently endured a thousand years of loneliness and being forgotten. No one remembered her, no one knew her, and no one could come here.

The gods made her immortal, and kept her as she was when she was just an adult, but even the gods couldn't relieve the pain in her heart.

Being forgotten is the greatest sorrow.

Kouaris was bewildered by her grief, and though it had lived with the elven maiden for many years, her occasional tears were still a mystery to the little dragon.

It can't understand Althea's bond with her people, especially the mysterious connection with her inseparable twin brother.

A baby dragon can understand the loose solitary relationships of its own species, its predilection for hunting, and its 20-year cycle of courtship.

But it couldn't understand the logic of the elf Althea's behavior.

It guessed more than once whether she had a mental defect or had some kind of mental illness.

Then, Xiaolong felt a familiar touch in his consciousness, a gentle transformation of perception, as if a certain will lived in his mind.

It knew that this was the oracle lodged in its own consciousness again.

It had resisted this invasion and domination of the mind long ago, and it had been trying for centuries to fight this occupation of its own consciousness, but in vain.

In the end, the failed struggle only increased its own burden. On the contrary, it seemed to be beneficial to both parties to cooperate well-this will that always liked to temporarily occupy its body gave Kouaris an extremely powerful magic power.

So now, out of habit, it has learned to simply relax and fade out of consciousness by itself, leaving the body to this obviously stronger will.

The will of God.

"Althea, you look miserable."

The oracle made the same piercing sound through Couaris' body.

The oracle's takeover of the dragon's body was unexpected and silent, but Althea was aware of it.

"Yes, the storm brings back sad memories."

She started replying as usual.

"I know that this is still a difficult decision for you, but such a choice is yours voluntarily... and I can't erase the memory that my own will bestows on you, so I can only keep you here ..."

The oracle's attitude is actually very gentle. This existence, which has never shown up and has only come in the form of possession, can obviously understand Althea's pain, and there is even a sense of empathy in his words.

"Yes, such a choice is voluntary, but I will still be sad... no one will know, no one will remember, no one will come here, and I will not even grow old and die... …I don’t even remember how long I’ve been living here.”

Tears welled up in Althea's purple eyes again.

"Althea, I have also been silent in such loneliness... Immortal but never able to appear in front of anyone..."

The oracle seems to understand Althea's mood: "Maybe I should let Kouaris understand your emotions... However, poor Kouaris still can't understand these, and he has been at a loss for your sadness."

A warm and familiar feeling also appeared in Althea's mind, and the oracle entered her consciousness.

The surrounding stone walls began to fade, and her eyes gradually fell into darkness.

When she opened her eyes again, it was already morning.

The storm has gone, the torch in the hall has been extinguished, and the bright sunlight has dispelled all the shadows and the pain in Althea's heart.

The air smelled fresh and clean, which meant it was still drizzling outside.

Kouaris folded his wings and put his forearms on his knees, and fell asleep among the dazzling sapphires all over the place.

"I am going to release Kouaris's consciousness now, please treat it gently, it is deeply distressed now."

said the oracle.

"Why does it bother? What are these things?"

Althea looked at the little dragon possessed by the oracle, feeling a little confused.

She pointed to the ever-sparkling blue gems that littered the hall like stars.

"Ordinary dragons, even smarter water dragons, cannot feel the emotions of elves. Their needs are very simple, and they lack the same emotional expressions as your people. But I made Kouaris feel your grief, Al Sia, these are the tears that Kouaris shed when he felt your pain..."

The oracle seemed to be very patient. An existence that had been facing almost endless loneliness was naturally very patient.

"But dragons don't feel sad, and they can't shed tears..."

Althea was still confused.

"Wouldn't and couldn't be, Althea. At least last night, the little dragon did. Like yourself... The Noldor can't use magic, but that doesn't mean magic can't be used."

The oracle seems to be implying something: "However... Kouaris will undoubtedly be sulking when he wakes up, so quickly put away these scattered dragon tears, I believe that someday these things will come in handy. "

………………

This is what Li Ang thought of when he saw the game screen on the monitor in the crystal ball.

For some reason, Li Ang's memory became very good at this time, and he could even recall the concept of the game that he only briefly watched once.

Of course, this is the reason for the birth of Dragon Tears, and most players always have to take a look.

But wanting to remember it so clearly, as if reappearing in front of your eyes, is incredible.

Perhaps, this is because his memory was rummaged by that little dragon?
So even the things that made the deepest corners of his memory were turned out?

Of course Li Ang could realize what the picture on the crystal ball represented, it was obviously the picture deep in his memory.

But now, Li Ang felt that the role of Dragon Tears should not be to exchange medicines such as elixir, nor to get the support of Noldo's troops...

Dragon tears are probably used to save lives and get in touch.

Because Althea's sadness should come from the tribulation's suffering, loneliness, and... being forgotten.

Since the Dragon Tears were produced because the little dragon named Kouaris felt Althea's sadness under the influence of the oracle, then the Dragon Tears should naturally be related to these attributes-so I would be killed by Althea at that time. See, the tears of Xiaolong itself are to bring Althea a connection with the tribe, to ease Althea's pain, not for other people.

At the same time, when his consciousness 'saw' the little dragon, Althea said that 'it is indeed the blood of Avadine';
The little dragon also said 'this guy obviously doesn't look like an elf'...

Of course, the tears shed by a dragon possessed by the gods must have powerful divine power, which may allow people to quickly recover from any injuries, and even gain some special abilities.

But the use of this kind of divine power must be conditional—this is an item produced by Althea's sorrow, and it must be a Noldor elf of the same blood as Althea to activate it.

If it has nothing to do with Althea's bloodline, I am afraid that Dragon Tears will bring suffering, loneliness and oblivion...

Just like Alaric, falling into endless memories, causing pain and madness, he can only anesthetize himself with alcohol.

The elixir that Alaric drank may indeed have been made from dragon tears.

But Alaric is just an ordinary human being, he doesn't have the blood of Althea, and the dragon's tears can only induce memories and sorrow for him. He has a strong will and a strong body if he didn't die because of it...

After King Ulrik fell ill, he searched everywhere for the blood of the noble girl of the Noldor. It seems that the news that Madam Felina got is completely correct. The three prophets did not deceive Ulrik. He really needs the noble girl of the Noldor. blood to make life-saving medicine.

Perhaps, the king also got Dragon Tears, and it was most likely from the Three Prophets—he sent Lehman to take away the Three Prophets, and then released the Three Prophets...

Obviously, the deal reached by the Three Prophets and the king was to exchange dragon tears for freedom, and indeed gave the king a real healing method.

——If you use the same bloodline as Althea to activate Dragon Tears, probably Dragon Tears can heal everything, and even make people have some elf attributes.

Such as longevity.

The reason for emphasizing the "blood of the noble maiden of the Noldor" is probably because Arthea herself is also a girl, and she will be closer to Althea's own attributes-Althea is on that island, and there is only one with her. Xiaolong, no matter how old she is, she can only be a girl for a lifetime.

Therefore, the only person with the same bloodline as her is probably the first Noldor Elf King Avadine.

Althea is obviously Avadine's twin sister, and has exactly the same bloodline as Avadine, so the descendants of Avadine can activate Dragon Tears.

It's just that the current Noldor don't seem to be aware of this - they feel that Dragon Tears are very kind, and they will always actively collect Dragon Tears, but they have always only used Dragon Tears as a source of magic power.

And the biggest function is to maintain the operation of the invisible magic circle in Ella Clay City.

They do not remember Arthea, nor is there any record of Arthea in the history of the Noldor at all.

But Althea still guarded the Noldor in her own way.

Li Ang felt that the reason why the invisible magic circle in Ella Clay City needed the blood of the Elf King to activate was probably not because blood was required to draw runes, but because Dragon Tears needed Avadine's blood.

Therefore, a human being like himself probably cannot be healed with dragon tears, and may even die suddenly because of it. When Li Ang was injured, the fragments of dragon tears were embedded in the wound and quickly caused him to fall into a coma, and he almost died.

Li Ang does not have the blood of Avadine, his Noldor blood only comes from Madigan, and it has been several generations.

Madigan is only the adopted son of Felgas'an, not his own. Like Ardalion, he does not have the blood of the Elven King.

But the blood splashed from Wendy's wrist fell into Li Ang's wound.

Wendy is the pure purple pupil, and she is the direct descendant of Avadine. It is her blood that allows Li Ang to obtain benefits that were impossible to obtain.

Li Ang can now feel the vigorous power coming from his body, which is definitely not the power he could have before the injury.

It's just that I don't know what King Ulrik used to "prescribe" the medicine. Li Ang rescued Wendy in time, so the king probably didn't get the blood of the Noldor with the blood of the Elf King...

It's a pity that I can't see my own attributes, and I don't know how much it has been enhanced.

Right now, not only has the injury recovered, but the heart rate has also become very slow. Maybe this is the characteristic of the longevity race?
Li Ang decided to give it a try.

"Wendy, can I feel your heartbeat?"

The lord stretched out his paw towards Wendy.

"You, you... Li Ang... how do you plan to feel?"

Wendy's face turned red again, the underage girl obviously didn't expect the lord's request to be so direct...

The ears of the Noldor are very good, and they all listen directly to the beating of the heart.

But Li Ang definitely doesn't have that kind of ear power, and he stretched out his paw, what... what is this for?

Wendy said she was nervous.

want to run.

But his feet didn't move, he was still biting his lip and making some decision...

Then she took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

But Li Ang just grabbed Wendy's hand and began to feel his pulse...

Wendy didn't know this kind of Chinese medicine technique, she closed her eyes and kept biting her lips, her heart pounding...

Will he follow along to his heart?
If he touches it, shall I beat him?

But Li Ang obviously didn't intend to do any other bad things, he just quietly felt Wendy's pulse.

About forty times in 1 minute.

It does appear that the Noldor's heart beats a little slower than a human's...but not by much.

The heartbeat of this longevity race seems to be several times faster than their own?It seems that I judged wrong?
Is he really abnormal now?What to do about this?

It seems that I have to lie down and rest for a while, or I might fall into a coma due to lack of oxygen...

In fact... this was mainly because Wendy was extremely nervous, and the underage girl's heartbeat had been in a state of frantic acceleration...

In normal times, it would probably be more than a dozen times a minute...

But the lord obviously had a misunderstanding, he sighed: "Wendy, I seem to be sick... I think I need to lie down for a while..."

Wendy opened her eyes all of a sudden, looking at Li Ang with a frowning face, she was a little confused - she was still in the mood to tease her just now, and now she is sick?

Could this guy want to squeeze onto the soft couch and lie down with him?
Are there so many tricks?
This is too bad!I'm still underage!
Well, at this moment, Wendy remembered that she was underage.

"Hmph... so this is your true face! Then you can lie down!"

Originally, Wendy thought she could make up her mind, but Li Ang made an inch of it, and felt that she was not innocent all of a sudden. This is completely like a pervert!

"Oh! What are you doing...don't hit...Wendy, I'm really sick...ahh..."

The lord finally lay down on the soft couch in the carriage, but he lay down because he was beaten... Wendy's hands were quite dark.