The Witcher: Start with the Lord Marrying a Wife.

Chapter 611 Tracing the Roots
The towering, verdant canopy of the tree reaches into the clouds, its dense foliage obscuring the sky, leaving only scattered dappled silver light to filter through and fall upon the forest.

“This place is imbued with the legendary aura of elves,” Aliya said, her long robe swaying gracefully with her steps.

She looked ahead and said, “The roots of the World Tree are not just natural branches, but also represent the deep veins of the earth and are a key link connecting the vitality of heaven and earth.”

Walking through it, every step feels like stepping into a vortex of time, or like being in the original paradise of Eden, surrounded by spiritual energy that gradually clarifies one's thoughts.

But deep within the forest lurks unknown undercurrents, with the occasional sharp whistling of blades cutting through the air or the low growls of lurking beasts, forcing one to be extra vigilant.

Finally, in a wide, secluded valley, they discovered the core of the large root system, which was entangled like a dragon or snake. Its branches and trunks were dotted with emerald green fluorescence, blending seamlessly with the thick moss.

This is one of the main trunks of the World Tree, revered as a sacred gift from nature and a crucial hub for regulating the circulation of the essence of heaven and earth.

Liliana took out a rune bottle from her bosom, carefully placed it close to the surface of the trunk, and slowly dripped the translucent liquid into it.

A burst of golden-green light immediately spread out, merging with the shimmering light of the roots to create strange, resonant ripples.

At the same time, she silently chanted an incantation to accelerate the refining process...

However, the sudden tremor broke the calm, and the earth seemed to tremble violently due to an excessive accumulation of energy.

A giant, ghostly vine phantom stretched out from the depths, its tendrils pointing straight at the group like needles!
Hill swiftly drew his sword and stepped forward, using the icy blade to cleave the threat in two, but the real crisis had only just begun...

"Be prepared! This is not just a gathering exercise, it's a baptism!" Cynthia roared, wielding her cold blade to organize a defensive formation and create cover for her teammates!
Lucia stared at the strange fluctuations in the magic array in the dark shadows in the distance. She uttered a spell to enhance the magic array and release a powerful barrier to resist the invasion.

"We must hold this place, or all our efforts will have been in vain!"

After a long and arduous battle, they finally succeeded in extracting enough concentrated liquid essence from the "World Tree Roots" and quickly returned to camp to administer the precious Origin-Tracing Potion to David.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he closed his eyes and felt the intense shockwave ripple and spread from within his body.

The long-standing entanglement of chaotic darkness and life force of light began to gradually merge and harmonize. Countless golden-green runes appeared all over his body, tightly bound by invisible threads, making him as resilient and stable as a newly revitalized body.

The pain on my face has completely faded, and my aura, now healed and nourished, is even clearer and more intense.

When he opened his eyes, what burned within them was no longer just a simple flame, but a new sacred flame that integrated the mysteries of the vast universe and the laws governing all things.

It symbolizes the enduring belief of those who truly control their destiny!

The wind rustled through the woods, carrying with it the sound of leaves swaying in the breeze, and the air was filled with the fresh scent of earth and moss.

The forest path beneath your feet is damp and soft, yet it conceals countless undetectable dangers.

In the distance, the faint roars of beasts and the startled flight of birds could be heard. This ancient forest seemed to possess its own life, with every inch of land pulsating with an ancient and mysterious rhythm.

The Witch Knights slowly ventured deeper into the Eternal Forest, a sacred forbidden land considered by the elves.

David was clad in the blue and white armor of the newly born holy flame. The new holy flame, which combined the power of chaos, light and life, glowed faintly in the dark night, like a star falling to earth.

His eyes were sharp as he gazed ahead through the misty fog.

Suddenly, a deafening dragon's roar pierced the sky, the sound like the thunder of a giant bell, echoing and reverberating in the silent forest.

The ground trembled violently, and a powerful aura surged from the giant trees, raising layers of dust and fallen leaves as if a mountain were collapsing.

A colossal figure appeared in the gaps of the forest, its emerald scales gleaming with a deep green light, and a pair of enormous dragon wings spread out to blot out the sky, its majesty resembling that of a deity of heaven and earth.

This is none other than the guardian of the Eternal Forest—the legendary dragon "Emerald Fury".

Its muscles bulged, and with each breath it stirred up a faint green mist.

Those eyes were like two gems from the abyss, cold and full of wisdom, yet mixed with vigilance and anger.

Before it, countless branches withered instantly, rocks shattered, and an invisible pressure seemed to crush all disrespecters into mud.

"Why do you mortals trespass here?" The dragon's voice was deep yet full of intimidation. "The Mother Tree of Life bestowed upon me the mission of protection, yet you dare to desecrate this sacred land!"

David steadied himself, feeling the pressure on his chest grow stronger, but his eyes remained clear and fearless.

He stepped forward slowly and responded in a steady tone: "The wrath of the jade is not an act of hostility, but only to obtain the essence from the roots to resolve the conflict of the three hearts within me. Otherwise, we will surely sacrifice ourselves and even the creatures of the earth."

The dragon's wings trembled slightly, and a rolling storm swept through the vegetation, but its unfathomable eyes remained fixed on David. "Why do I believe what you say? Do you perhaps wish to destroy this forest and seize its power for yourself?"

David focused his mind and raised his palms to his chest.

A burst of blue and white chaotic energy erupted. He closed his eyes and circulated the newly fused holy flame within his body, while simultaneously projecting his gaze into a future illusion.

Scenes of devastation and ruin flashed through everyone's minds: the roots of the World Tree gradually rotted and broke; the lush green earth turned withered and barren;
Countless creatures wailed and struggled as they were swallowed by darkness; eventually, even the Eternal Forest was reduced to ruins and scorched earth.

These scenes of destruction were like a nightmare, causing the air temperature to plummet.

"This is the future after the Abyss erodes the World Tree," David said firmly. "If the conflict between the three hearts is not resolved in time, this calamity will surely befall this place and affect the entire continent."

Lia stared silently at the illusion, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes, but then she raised her staff and tapped the void lightly.

A frost rune condensed and took shape; she spun her arms to cast the Frozen Throne spell.

A cold current surged from the top of the staff, freezing the incoming green poisonous breath into a crystal-clear frozen curtain, forming a solid ice shield at the center of the storm.

Like frost and snow covering the earth in winter, it ruthlessly prevents the crisis from spreading.

Emerald Wrath sensed the chill emanating from its own breath and frowned deeply.

But faced with the iron wall of ice shield, it had no choice but to temporarily restrain its sharpness. It closed its huge mouth and roared from the depths of its throat, words with dark green energy ripples: "I am willing to compromise... as long as you promise to protect the 'Divine Kingdom' and shelter all living beings in nature, and no longer desecrate the heritage of the elves."

“The covenant must be established,” Lucia replied softly, her silver robes swaying gracefully in the moonlight. “We respect the laws of nature and will do everything in our power to protect all those who live in freedom of belief and peace.”

Hill gripped the hilt of his sword, raising his head to reveal the unwavering spirit of a warrior: "The Witch Knights have sworn an oath with their blood and flesh, which cannot be broken!"

Cynthia's sharp gaze swept across the shadows of the jungle, burning like a torch yet calm and alert: "Anyone who betrays the contract will perish under the sword!"

The dragon slowly spread its wings and closed them, its massive body gradually bowing down among the roots. It pulled out several thick roots from between the branches and leaves and handed them to everyone. Each root radiated a rich, vibrant green glow, as if it contained the blessings of heaven and earth and had been transformed into a physical vein.

Liliana carefully took it and used a spell to extract the pure liquid essence, which she then infused into David's body with this power of nature, nurtured by the vast ages.

Instantly, golden-green runes shone brightly all over his body, gradually merging and balancing with the energy of the three hearts.

On the vast ancient battlefield, the bones of the leaders of seventy-four tribes are piled up among the ruins. Those who once dominated the world and controlled the fate of all tribes are now just cold, heartless bones piled up to form a towering throne.

Each bone gleamed with a dark and cold luster, contrasting sharply with the desolate and decaying earth around it.

David stood atop this bloodline, clad in blue and white holy flame armor, which at this moment seemed to symbolize his unwavering and indomitable will.

The chaotic core churned violently within his body, and the invisible pressure gradually materialized into chains composed of thorny, sharp blades. As if alive, these chains spread from his fingertips and rapidly coiled around the pile of bones of the seventy-four clan leaders.

Like a procession of a hundred demons, chains tightly bound the dead leaders to the places where they had long lost their life force yet still contained the power of their ancient bloodlines.

The air was thick with a stench of decay, mixed with the acrid smell of burning embers.

The wind whipped up fallen leaves and dust, creating swirling vortexes that echoed across the silent battlefield, like the whispers of ancient spirits.

In the distance, a massive orc army surged forth, their faces contorted, their muscles bulging, and every breath they took sounded like the low rumble of thunder before a storm.

They roared and howled, raising their broken axes, hammers, and claws as they confronted David, their eyes fixed intently on the newly crowned ruler who stood atop the throne.

Hill held a silver-white longsword, his silver armor gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

He stood beside David, his sword flashing with a chilling aura that flowed like a frozen river, each strike bringing with it a sharp sword energy that cut down the charging orcs.

Hill frowned, his eyes fixed intently on every enemy movement. His eyes gleamed with unwavering determination and ruthless resolve—an iron will forged from an unyielding belief in safeguarding peace and honor.

The members of the Witch Riders stood in formation, orderly and solemn, each face etched with focus and reverence.

Hanging on their chests are emblems representing the honor and oaths of the seventy-four tribes, a symbol of a covenant that transcends race and conflict to jointly protect the future destiny of the land.

They chanted the ancient and sacred "Bloodline Oath" in unison, their voices resounding throughout the heavens and earth, like a giant bell striking the depths of the soul, triggering waves of spiritual resonance.

The chants blended the unique rhythms of their respective races, some like eagles circling and howling, others like lions roaring, and still others with the clear and melodious tones of elves, rising continuously to the sky to form a dazzling and magnificent energy link.

Enveloped David, his entire body was surrounded by chaotic starlight and flames, and in an instant, all the darkness and gloom seemed to be gradually swallowed up and purified by this power.

Suddenly, a harpy witch slowly walked to the front of the procession. Her long feathers spread out as if a thousand feather fans were dancing, creating a magnificent and dazzling spectacle. Her eyes were slightly closed, and her face revealed a solemn and dignified expression.

As she slowly lowered her head, the forbidden energy stored within her body for many years was suddenly awakened and released.

A large chain of runes, woven from pure gold and blue, radiated from the core of her body, echoing the chaotic thorn chains on David's throne.

It contains complex mysteries and a powerful sealing will. They are intertwined and inseparable, projecting a dazzling beam of light into the sky!
In an instant, the entire sky was illuminated brightly and intensely, and countless stars seemed to converge at this point, dancing and fluttering wildly amidst thunder and lightning.

This immense and powerful force not only symbolizes the beginning of a new era of glory for all races, but also signifies that the mission of unifying all races as the "common ruler of all races" undertaken by David has finally come to fruition!

Silence fell over the surroundings, and countless soldiers and mages stopped what they were doing, their eyes filled with awe, excitement, and even tears.

Some orc warriors clenched their fists and gritted their teeth, but they had to admit that at this moment, the new order was truly irreversible;

The elven archer nodded slightly in agreement.
The dwarf blacksmith put down his hammer and looked up at the golden-blue pillar of light shooting straight into the sky.

The human mages prayed silently, giving thanks for the dawn that would come.

Hill surveyed the surroundings, his gaze resolute yet revealing deep concern. "The real trial has only just begun. We bear not only the weight of a title, but also the hopes of billions of lives for a peaceful future!"

Cynthia sheathed her sharp, cold blade, her brows furrowing slightly, yet she stood firmly. "All hostile forces will surely come out in full force; we must build an unbreakable defense with our flesh and blood! Anyone who attempts to break the oath will pay a heavy price!"

Lucia gently raised her eyes to look at the star-studded night sky, her voice soft yet resolute, "Although order is chaotic, wisdom guides the lost back home."
Even the faintest hope can become a spark that illuminates the darkness!
We are protecting not only territory, but also the freedom and eternity of beliefs.

At the top of the Eternal Forest, the World Tree soars into the clouds, like a giant pillar piercing the sky.

Its branches and leaves intertwine, and its roots are entwined into a complex and vast network of life, exuding an ancient and pure spiritual aura.

The air was filled with a heavy and sacred atmosphere, as if time itself had stood still.

The shamanic cavalry and members of various tribes gathered here, clad in armor and ceremonial robes, standing solemnly around the altar.

The altar, weathered and ancient by time, is still inscribed with complex and mysterious runes, a vital hub connecting the vitality of heaven and earth with the chaotic energy.

As night fell, a silvery-white full moon hung high in the sky, its soft light spilling across the earth, reflecting the emerald green aura emanating from the top of the World Tree.

David slowly stood up, holding three heart-like, pulsating crystals in his hand—the Heart of Shadow, the Heart of Light, and the Heart of Life.

These three crystals emit distinct yet intertwined and conflicting energy fluctuations.

Each one seemed to possess its own consciousness, releasing an uncontrollable, restless power as it trembled and throbbed.

(End of this chapter)