Witch, don't be so lazy

"You clown, you still have the nerve to take out a loan? You're the chosen one, if you chose someone as idiotic as you, you'd be a 100% sure to be the champion."

Anke curled her lips, feeling that if the elves were chosen by the goddess Tali, they would really have no successors and would most likely perish in decline.

With a casual move of his hand, countless thorns and ice cones pierced into the body of the demon pig one after another. Even if Tali's vitality was very strong, she could not withstand such torture.

As for the interrogation...

Don't do that, this guy is like crazy, staring at me with red eyes.

Even though his voice was ruined, he kept muttering, "Give it back to me... Elf Princess... Blessing... Seal of the Ancestors... It's useless..."

People with mental problems won't be able to figure out anything even if they try to judge it. An Ke is too lazy to waste time on this stuff. It's better to finish the trial as soon as possible, go out and play with the coward, and then finish the Fairy Tale Island competition.

After two careful final blows, Tali indeed split up and lost her breath and magic power. Anke turned around and walked towards the withered tree spirit in the "Autumn Corridor".

Theoretically, she should now start thinking about what the hidden contents of this area are and whether she can get some more treasures. Although she feels that the remaining people are probably not her opponents, there is nothing wrong with being cautious.

However, Anke still couldn't help but wonder, why did the elves throw such a thing in, and why did they have no other means?

Was it that Tully didn't have time to use it, or was it just as she had heard, that winning or losing in Fairy Tale Island didn't matter to the elves, as it would all end within three rounds anyway?

Or perhaps the elves' methods had gone awry and were no longer effective? For example, the Seal of the Ancestors that Tali had muttered at the end?

Subconsciously turning his head, An Ke looked towards the place where Tali's body was, and then an extremely strange scene came into his eyes.

Rare.

Miss Anke felt herself sweating a little.

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at the same time.

The Eternal Court of the Forest of Elves, Eludemir.

Under the dome palace formed by the interweaving of the twelve ancestral silver trees, which serves as the center of the Life Cult and the natural gods, the emerald green tree heart that was once extremely deserted now seems a bit crowded.

A total of eighteen fourth-level elf wizards formed the outer circle, and three legendary elf elders formed the inner circle. The outermost layer was also decorated with three different clan totems: the evil bear, the toothed tiger, and the shadow fox.

Obviously, these gathered elves are all from the Ancient Sect.

And in the center of them all, was Tali lying flat on her back, unconscious.

If Tali was still awake, she would be extremely terrified. She was clearly in the secret room, so how could she suddenly appear here? Moreover, why did the elder who seemed so kind and amiable on weekdays look so cold and indifferent now?

But she would never have such an idea again.

When the patterns on the magic circle lit up, it was as if receiving some signal. As the cane hit the ground heavily, a solemn and old voice also sounded.

"Everyone, let's get started."

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Chapter 178 Try

As the dark green light shot straight into the sky, thousands of branches and roots outside the emerald green heart of the tree stretched out together, like a command.

In an instant, Eluidemir was caught in a frenzy of plant violence, the weeping willows weaving their silver threads into the seams of the street slabs, crushing the nobles' carriages while pulling out the mimosa buds;

Weeds overturned the ornate tiles of the Holy Spring Square, and three-meter-wide sunflowers bloomed in the surging spring water, with corrosive acid mixed with gold powder constantly oozing from the center of the flower disk;

Even the jasmine flowers hanging on the edge of the terrace turned into sharp teeth and bit towards the Pegasus and elves fleeing in panic in the air.

Most of the ordinary elves and creatures fell into panic. Fortunately, a large number of elf guards rushed out to maintain order soon. However, looking at their slightly confused expressions, it was obvious that they were just following orders and had no idea what was going on.

At the tip of a dome-shaped building, a gray blackbird perched on the cross, gazing at the lush green giant tree, its tone lamenting:

"...They're actually starting to try now, much earlier than expected. I thought they'd have to wait until the final round of the Fairy Tale Island deduction."

The beautiful ferret straightened up, stood at the other end of the shelf, and whispered:

"Since Lord Antler God has bestowed upon Tali the [Blood of the Golden Berry], he has tacitly given permission for those stubborn fellows to attempt it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Elder Gray sighed.

"Honestly, I didn't expect the Deer God to grant this. I thought it was just some temporary Bauhinia blessing, at most like Kailai, bestowing the White Deer Transformation and the Crown of Thorns. I didn't expect it to be the Golden Berry Blossom inheritance... Will this really not further alarm the sleeping tree god?"

It really thought so at the beginning. The Antler God just gave Tali some blessings, so that even if the goblins and witches in the North cooperated, she would not be at a disadvantage, and then she would find a way to gather intelligence.

But it was given the "blood of golden berry", which was a bit too unexpected.

If his observations were correct, Tali should not be the product that the Xian Gu School was most confident in. The two more perfect containers were still under continuous improvement and were intended to be used in the next two rounds of Fairy Tale Island deductions.

After all, everyone said that they would finish Fairy Tale Island within three rounds, and they were indeed prepared, but in reality, no one really thought that they could finish it in this round, at least the second to last round. The guys from the Xian Gu faction were also surprised after receiving the news, and they gathered people in a hurry.

All this only shows that Lord Deer Horn God is more anxious than imagined.

As for why this is the case...

Some things can be hidden from the people below, and even from most fourth-level elves.

However, as the oldest legend, Elder Gray's domain of control is wind. Even though he has been active in the outside world for many years, once he returns to the Elf Forest and spends some time exploring, he can immediately discover some subtle changes.

The strange movements in the Misty Pine Plain, the more frequent purification rituals for the emerald tree hearts, and the life spring that is most important to the Bauhinia elves. Although the unblocking period has arrived, elves with sufficient contributions are allowed to apply to enter, the number of approved places has been greatly reduced, and the reasons for allowing entry have been delayed again and again.

If there were only one or two unusual movements, it would be fine, perhaps they were conducting some magical experiments, but they all appeared at the same time -

That can only mean that the ancient tree god sleeping in the "forbidden zone of life" is showing signs of awakening again.

Whether it is the laurel or the bauhinia, He always has such a profound influence on the fate of the elves. He is both a benevolent creator and the confidence that allows the elves to continue to this day, but at the same time he is the deepest curse, an inescapable bondage and burden.

Every time it awakens and moves, it could bring earth-shaking changes to the elves, or even to the entire world, bringing one disaster after another.

"Could it be that something happened in there again?"

The Gray Elder turned his head and looked at the ferret. "I haven't been to the restricted area for many years. The last time was over three hundred years ago, when I saw off the 42nd Elf King..."

It paused, recalling the bizarre changes and twisted and strange life inside, and it couldn't help but sigh.

"Just a casual glance at the periphery reveals thirteen viruses and bacteria on the same level as the Rose Circle. As for what's brewing inside, I don't even dare to sense it with the wind."

The Rose Circle refers to the Black Death that once spread across the entire southern continent, causing the deaths of countless lives. To this day, people use the nursery rhyme "Rose Circle" to remember this event.

Anyone with a brain would know that this was no ordinary plague, but not many people in the real world knew that the Black Death that spread throughout the real world was actually a whole, a super life form that defied common sense and blurred the boundaries between "individual consciousness" and "collective consciousness."

As for who created it, whether intentionally or unintentionally, and whether there were other beings involved, it is inseparable from the ancient tree god.

After all, he is recognized as the pinnacle of the natural system. In terms of attainments in the field of life alone, he even surpassed the "ancient serpent" Veles of the past. Otherwise, he would not have been able to lead the laurel elves with the Moonlight Goddess to defeat giants and dragons, and when the Winter Witch was born, he would even be able to suppress the abyss.

Unfortunately, too many things happened afterwards. The overlords of the current world changed, and the three extremely powerful gods fell into sleep one after another.

But sometimes, sleep is not completely equivalent to weakness. On the contrary, the ancient tree god has been undergoing an extremely long and terrifying transformation in the forbidden zone of life.

"Even though Lord Antler God is also a formidable ruler of nature, in charge of the power of confinement and suppression, if we rashly allow the Tree God to become too active now that the Moonlight Goddess has not yet awakened, I'm afraid there will be some unpleasant consequences."

Elder Gray paused, and did not continue to say anything overly presumptuous, but just looked at the weasel quietly.

It is usually responsible for matters related to the spiritual world and the abyss, and also maintains the Moonlight Glade and the Elf Forest. Especially those involving the ancient tree gods are mainly under the jurisdiction of the Ancients.

Although Elder Bai is mainly in charge of the Southern Continent, she knows some inside information. After all, the Deer Horn God has always been optimistic about her and intends to train her to be his deputy, just like the "Golden Witch" in the North or the "Demon Prime Minister" of the Abyss Royal Court.

"Elder Gray, even if you tell Xiaobai so, Xiaobai will not be able to influence the decision of Lord Deer Horn God."

There were no other juniors in the field, and the weasel did not deliberately act like an elder, and his voice changed from that of an old woman to a pleasant female voice.

"Let's wait and see how things develop. If the Ancient Cult ritual goes smoothly, the noble Forest Goddess will return, adding another deity to the Elven Forest, along with a dozen powerful Legends. But even so, I still maintain my previous attitude. Things weren't resolved when the Moonlight Goddess was still conscious. Now relying on a fairy tale island is like drinking a poisonous spring to quench your thirst. Sooner or later, it will trigger another disaster even more terrifying than the destruction of the laurel."

The weasel's gaze was profound. "As for the situation where their rituals don't go smoothly, then Lord Deerhorn God... will most likely do something shocking to the present world. Perhaps this will mark the end of the thousand-year-old Bauhinia Dynasty."

She tilted her head and said something surprising.

Even Elder Gray was a little confused at this moment.

There has never been a shortage of people who use exaggerated rhetoric to attract attention, but the one who made shocking remarks now was "Heavy White" Serogan Bai, the legendary spellcaster of the School of Earth and the famous gravity magician.

So what does that mean?

Is the Antler God planning to destroy the Elf Forest himself, or is he planning something horrible?

But the ferret just blinked its long eyelashes and changed the subject:

"That's just Xiaobai's baseless speculation. There's no need for you to overthink it. Regardless of whether this plan succeeds or not, everyone still relies on your efforts to explore the abyss and the spirit world. Why don't you think about how to deal with the goblin in the north?"

"I think it's best not to expect too much from Tali. As a test subject, she has limited education. Under the influence of the blood of the goldenberry, combined with the brutality and savagery of multiple beast transformations, it's a wonder she doesn't mess things up."

"But it's not necessarily a bad thing. Only with the villain as a foil can one's own goodness be reflected. However, if you want to contact him again, you will probably need to find a suitable opportunity and medium."

Perhaps after seeing the Gray Elder's gesture of supporting his forehead with his wings and sighing, the weasel shook its pointed ears again.

"If you're really bothered, I can ask that bastard from the North, but I can't guarantee any results. That bastard is a bit of a jerk on a daily basis, but he's very tight-lipped about important matters. So, no matter what the result is, you have to give me some meteor stones as a reward..."

Before he could finish his words, the gray blackbird coughed violently twice.

"Ahem, Xiaobai, stop trying to take advantage of the elder's wealth. If you want to meet, just go ahead and meet him. There's no need to beat around the bush and make up so many excuses—"

Perhaps sensing the uneasy atmosphere, Elder Gray flapped his wings and quickly changed the subject.

"The ceremony is almost over. I'll go take a look."

For an instant.

It disappeared in the wind.

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at the same time.

Inside the hall at the heart of the emerald green trees, the ancient ceremony of Sanlin Jiulengqijiu Wuxuanqun and Liao Gengu was coming to an end.

The flashing green light of the magic circle flowed along the golden grooves, like exquisite leaf veins, continuously gathering the magic power from the surroundings; the flower buds hanging on the dome suddenly cracked, and the nectar that flowed out solidified, turning into a series of elven runes circling in the air, looking like the annual rings of a linden tree.

As the chanting of the eighteen mages on the periphery gradually increased, the increasingly powerful force could even cause the resin of the solid emerald wall to peel off.

The three great elders, Evil Bear, Tooth Tiger and Shadow Fox, stood in the center, holding up their staffs high. In order to follow the ancient etiquette and maintain the purity of the inheritance, they all abandoned their early titles and directly used the names of their clans. Their clothing also followed the ancient laurel system recorded in the records, and even the direction of their practice was the same. Every improvement required lengthy consideration and debate.

And when the green light of the magic circle reached its peak, the vines hanging from the dome suddenly straightened up, like upright strings. All the elves were knocked on the knees by an invisible force at the same moment, and dark green scars oozed out from under their robes. Those were the marks left by the branches of the ancestor's silver tree crawling across their skin, and they were also the most gentle warning from the forest goddess to the usurpers.

Even though this power was not enough to make the elves kneel down, they all bowed their heads at the same time, with incomparable excitement on their faces.

Even the relief carvings of animal spirits on the totems were lifted out of the stone. The evil bear dug and scratched with its front paws and lowered its skull, the toothed tiger bent its hind legs and offered its throat, and the shadow fox covered its wet nose with its fluffy tail, bowing one by one.

On the altar in the middle, both the elf girl and the surrounding environment had completely changed.

The holy fairy is sleeping in a sea of ​​roses, with a leaf-shaped translucent green crystal embedded in her brow. Beautiful pansies are woven into her clothes, and the green moss becomes her hair, spreading all the way, and finally a rime-like lily of the valley waterfall blooms at the end.

The thorns symbolizing majesty broke out of the grooves of the magic circle, faithfully guarding the surroundings in circles, until they were three inches away from the fairy's skin, and then suddenly relaxed into an arc.

Such a beautiful posture, such a vivid image, is exactly the forest fairy in the records, the image of the loving mother goddess when she first walked the world.

All the elves present fell to their knees, trembling all over and crying.

What a supreme honor it is to be able to get so close to the great Mother Goddess and feel the source of your blood!

After all, in the very beginning, in the desirable Laurel Dynasty, all the elves were conceived by the Mother Goddess herself. The only difference was whether they were born in flower buds and fruits, or transformed from resin. Finally, under the moonlight, they could hold a sacred life-eating ceremony to pass on blood, memory and magic.

There is an incomparably beautiful description of this in Fairyland: [Those children of the shade need not swallow coarse grains, their throats are finely carved jade flutes, and hymns flow naturally with their breaths; their blood at that time is an elixir blended with moonlight and dew, and the fetus in the emerald womb listens to the long years, and is born knowing the language of all butterflies.]

But today's elves have long since lost their former glory. Noble clans rely on the Fountain of Life and the gifts of the Antler God to maintain their Redbud bloodline. As for ordinary elves, they even have to rely on lowly natural mating to reproduce - "Those hybrids born from the foul deeds of rolling on animal skins and mattresses have damp and rotten bacteria even in their marrow."

Of course, these words can no longer be expressed in public, not because the reformists are so powerful, but simply because the attitude of the noble Deer Horned God has shifted.

Since the creation and return of the 42nd Elf King, the Great Deer God has begun to favor the inferior elves. Fairy Tale Island has undergone major adjustments, and exchanges with various forces in the real world have been handed over to the reformists. They have also vigorously promoted the image of the elves, an image that is stereotyped, weak, and has abandoned the ancient glory.

Of course there is dissatisfaction, but no matter what, no elven noble dares to go against the will of the Deer God, because He is a direct descendant of the four great spirit masters, and is currently the only guardian and agent of the noble tree god. Those who do not know the consequences will only become nourishment for thorns.

Fortunately, after a long and agonizing wait, the great Antler God finally changed his mind and bestowed the "Blood of Golden Berries" again after more than three hundred years.

Although Tali is not a perfect vessel, she is actually a test piece used to verify the reliability of the return, but the great Antler God must know this and is still willing to bestow his blessings, not to mention the next two rounds.

After bowing respectfully countless times, the three elders of the Xian Gu Sect in the middle exchanged glances with each other, stood up together, and carefully began to perceive.

The sleeping goddess in front of him was currently only at the second level of strength, because every attempt had to be made with extreme caution, and there were also considerations for the Fairy Tale Island's downgrading. Otherwise, it would be ridiculous to directly summon an out-of-control monster that was too powerful to handle.

"There's nothing unusual about the magic."

"No flesh deformation, no signs of fusion found."

"The spiritual implanted in the Seal of the Ancestors is responding normally and has been successfully fixed."

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After all the inspections were completed, all the elves breathed a sigh of relief.

If it weren't for the inappropriate scene, they would all want to shout loudly or hold a grand blood sacrifice to celebrate.