Witch, don't be so lazy

"Eluidemir" means in Elvish - an eternal and immortal giant tree.

Countless souls consider this place their spiritual home and final resting place. Listening to the melodies of harps in taverns and following the songs of bards, they imagine "an ancient and elegant white city," "gorgeous and exquisite reliefs of flora and fauna," "a courtyard of giant emerald trees stretching to the clouds," "a sacred corridor bearing the imprint of the silver moon," "redbuds stretching like mist through the streets and alleys," and "a fountain of eternal youth."

Of course, despite their vivid descriptions, none of them had actually been to Eluidemir.

Because the Elf Forest is very exclusive to outsiders, they have rarely communicated with the outside world for many years. If you want to reach the royal city smoothly, unless you are a special envoy of the old empire or a group of powerful people invited by the elves' high-level officials, otherwise no one else will be able to set foot here in their entire life.

But even so, it does not prevent people from extracting some keywords from hearsay information, combining it with their wild imagination, and creating a fantasy elven kingdom city.

This wasn't just the case in the Royal City; the image of elves in the world at large was also similar—arrogant, handsome, reclusive, rare in number, long-lived, naturally gifted, beloved by nature, and a devotee of classical art and natural magic...

These stereotypes are so deeply rooted that even illiterate people who cannot read a single word can successfully develop an imagination about elves through pornographic stories and obscene folk sayings.

There is no way. After all, the elves have a long history and their culture has profoundly influenced the world. Even though they have declined now, they are still a well-known and powerful force.

It can even be said that the so-called "change of dynasties" and "loss of glory" add a touch of sadness and romance to it.

Therefore, even if they have never been to Elyudemir in their entire lives, even if they have never seen any elves in their entire lives, everyone still believes this firmly.

As long as some propaganda is added to fuel the flames, it becomes an almost unshakable "truth".

For some mages, even if they realize that the elves they come into contact with are different from their impressions, especially those of the Ancients whose behavior is disgusting, they will subconsciously comfort themselves that no matter what it is, when there are a lot of them, there will always be some bad apples.

But as they learn more, they will find that elves who can fit the beautiful impression are a minority among the minority even among the reformists.

The same is true of the royal city of Eluidemir.

Even if people discovered that there was no Moonlight Temple inside and the giant green trees were not tall enough to reach the sky, they could still comfort themselves that at least there were a bunch of continuous white buildings, elegant reliefs, various flowers and animals, and handsome and elite elf guards.

But as long as you stay there for a long time and have normal observation skills, you will immediately realize that this is a country that appears to be green and vibrant on the surface, but is actually full of blood, violence, stubbornness and corruption.

only.

I'm afraid that everything will come to an end today.

From ancient times to the present, there has never been any true "eternity" and "immortality". This is true for dynasties, gods, and cities are no exception.

As the dark green light shot straight into the sky, the ancient Elf King City fell into violent turmoil.

Those riotous plants began to wreak havoc in the city, overturning bricks and stones, destroying buildings, indiscriminately attacking surrounding creatures, and even began to kill each other, and the situation was getting worse and worse.

Almost all the elves became panicked and confused.

Not to mention the ordinary citizens, even the senior members of the Ancient Sect who were holding the ceremony in the heart of the emerald tree began to tremble involuntarily and fell to their knees in fear.

the reason is simple.

Because on the altar in the middle, the face of the holy fairy sleeping in the sea of ​​roses began to distort, as if countless different faces were stacked together, including humans, elves, beasts, extraordinary creatures... all imaginable life forms were included in it.

This is what is called "hundreds of appearances and thousands of images, all returning to one", and it is a symbol of "all things flowing into form" moving towards a higher stage.

And His beautiful pansy garment was now covered with four more layers of colors - the pink symbolizing "spring", the red of "summer", the orange of "autumn", and the cold blue of "winter". They were intertwined together like a crown of nature.

This is the so-called "Four Seasons", which is the authority that the Forest Goddess originally held in the natural realm.

If it were only the latter, the elves would probably have started cheering.

Because that meant the attempt was successful and they found the great and kind goddess.

But once the former is added, it becomes the cruelest hell, so hopeless that everyone loses all hope.

After all, this reveals an extremely terrifying fact. Even the tiny bit of pure spirituality that has been preserved in the Fairy Tale Island with great difficulty has been assimilated by the "Ancient Tree God" at this moment.

Of course, for the elves, the so-called assimilation can be called pollution, because the goddess in that posture is the most terrifying disaster.

The evolution of the ancient gods in the "Forbidden Zone of Life" may be far beyond everyone's imagination. The power of the Fairy Tale Island alone is no longer able to reverse the situation.

What frightened the elders of the Ancient Sect even more was that the Deer Horn God had foreseen this long ago, or rather, He had made preparations in advance for this possibility, but He did not inform any of the elves, because that was a decision that was far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

With a loud bang.

Eluidemir, and even the entire Elf Forest, this huge island isolated in the sea, all trembled with the buzzing sound.

All living creatures were in panic, looking at the sky which had suddenly changed drastically.

It was clearly noon with the sun high in the sky just a moment ago, and the sky was covered with endless blue sky and white clouds, but in the blink of an eye, the dome turned a brilliant purple.

Sea of ​​flowers.

Clusters of flowers and endless redbuds together create a beautiful sea of ​​flowers in the sky.

Following closely behind was Reimu, with her incredibly tall figure.

The eyes, with overlapping light and shadow, are so huge that one can almost mistake them for two suns.

The impressive antlers, like beautiful red corals, stretch all the way up and submerge in the clouds, as if they can extend to the end of the sky.

He was so huge that his head alone blocked out the sky and the sun. Even the tiny undulations on his head looked like continuous mountains and dense forests upon closer inspection.

The huge dark green light column that the leaders of the Ancient Sect had painstakingly created through rituals was just an insignificant thin line when it was thrown in front of Him.

Those vast and endless seas of flowers now look like nothing more than purple flames guarding it.

Deer horn god.

He personally founded the Bauhinia Dynasty, was in charge of the natural spirits that had the power of confinement, and was also the agent of the "Ancient Tree God", a powerful deity who had survived for thousands of years.

Although this is not His real body, but a projection from the spiritual world, the power it conveys cannot be faked.

For an instant.

As if they had received a royal pardon, the rampant plants in the royal city stopped moving, fell down helplessly, and broke into pieces.

Countless elves and animals had no time to celebrate. They all prostrated themselves on the ground with their heads lowered, paying their most sincere respects to the great being.

Wait patiently and listen to His supreme will.

Every time the Deer Horn God appeared in the sky, it indicated that something big was about to happen in the Bauhinia Dynasty.

Whether it was the initial announcement of the establishment of the Bauhinia Dynasty, the reshaping of the elven bloodline, the establishment of the nine clans, the demarcation of the "Life Forbidden Zone", the agreement to submit to the Old Empire and King Solomon, participating in the destruction of the Giant Kingdom, declaring war on the "Evening Star" and its special envoys, sending troops to the southern continent and participating in the encirclement and suppression of the Old Empire, the formation of a legion to resist the Abyss, the summoning of a new Elf King, the war against the Abyss Alliance, the creation and return of the Elf King...

There are so many things that will not only affect the elves, but the nerves of the entire world are bound to be affected.

II 邻鷗彡 pulled up his umbrella, but what he never expected was that some elves dared to disobey the orders of the honorable Deer Horn God before he could even give them. What was even more terrifying was that this was a violent protest.

Under the incredulous gazes of all living creatures, the giant green tree that had stood in the center of Eludmir for countless years suddenly burst out with extremely powerful magical fluctuations.

Amidst the sharp tearing sound, the huge dragon claws cut a huge mouth in the giant green tree, and a ferocious dragon roared and rushed into the sky.

That was the great elder of the Tooth Tiger Clan. Since he had abandoned his former name, other creatures either called him "Your Majesty the Tooth Tiger" or "Great Elder."

The latter is the more common name.

Because it is currently the only "All-Transformer" in the Bauhinia Dynasty, has obtained the [Golden Berry Crown], masters hundreds of different powerful transformations, and is the strongest among the five legends of the Elf Forest.

Naturally, it is the leader of the ancient faction, and except for the honey badger and the white deer, the other nine clans obey its orders.

His status is second only to that of the Deer Horn God.

Behind the dragon, there was a giant bear with black air all over its body. It kicked the ground hard, causing the houses within a few kilometers to shake violently and the ground to crack. With the help of that terrible force, it jumped to the top of the giant tree in one go.

It was obvious that this was the great elder of the Evil Bear Clan.

As for the woman who appeared in the air at some unknown time with nine long black tails behind her, her identity was self-evident: Shadow Fox.

Since then, the legends of the three ancient schools have come together.

only.

They were unable to reach higher ground together because with a cold snort, a beautiful stoat flicked its tail, and the terrifying gravity descended upon them.

Cooperating with the wind brought by the black feathers, restrain the presumptuous behavior.

Glancing at the two legends of the Reformists, they saw that instead of confronting each other as usual, the three elderly elves simply stared at the Deer-Horned God in the sky, asking in panic and despair:

"Your Majesty, the noble Antler God, why do you abandon us elves? Why do you betray the noble Forest Goddess?"

The first one to speak was the Great Elder.

"Great Antlered God, have you forgotten your duty as an agent? Are you unwilling to continue protecting the goddess and successive elven kings? Have you forgotten your origins?"

Elder Evil Bear's words were obviously more straightforward.

No matter what.

The Antlered God did not respond, but just stared at them quietly with indifferent eyes across the distant time and space.

Perhaps, this is already the answer.

Most of the elves were unaware of what they had discovered, only a small number of higher-ranking ones were keenly aware of something.

The plants that had just been rioting ended up being "broken into pieces" and completely losing their ability to survive.

This is a very incredible thing.

After all, as a god of the natural school, he also performs the functions of the "ancient tree god". Theoretically speaking, the Antler God can completely control them with just a thought, and there is no need to destroy them.

Some elves with good eyesight could even see the extremely tragic scene inside through the cracks in the giant green tree.

A total of eighteen fourth-level extraordinary elves, precious combat power, all died.

Those lifeless bodies were pierced with purple thorns, and together with the fairy on the altar, they were strung together to serve as necessary nourishment.

kill.

A war is being waged against the Ancient Sect, no, against all living beings that have close ties with the "Ancient Tree God". All of them will perish at this moment.

Faced with such a cruel fact, Elder Shadow Fox could not help shedding tears and humbly knelt and prayed:

"...O noble Antler God, what do you desire?"

then.

The Supreme God issued a decree, which was very brief, consisting of only seven words:

"Sacrifice, burial, a new chapter."

A long silence.

Perhaps he had thought about resistance. After all, it was inconvenient for the epics and gods to move around in the real world nowadays, and there was no shortage of low-level beings in history who could offend the gods and still survive. But the problem was that this was the Forest of Elves, Eludemir.

Even the most terrifying black wizard, Evanga, would not be willing to fight here against a powerful god who could mobilize the power of the "Ancient Tree God".

Not to mention, he is the Deer Horn God, the agent of the Goddess, and the existence that has been in charge of the Bauhinia Dynasty for thousands of years. Even if he is about to cease to be, there are still countless ways to take their lives.

Now it is just a display of a little kindness, giving the old people of the old world the last bit of dignity.

for a long time.

The dragon transformed into a weathered old elf again, trembling and kneeling, worshiping the gift of the gods:

"As you wish, grand blood sacrifices are unavoidable during any grand event. This is the rule established by the Laurel Dynasty. Let us observe this ancient ritual one last time."

He kowtowed repeatedly and begged humbly,

"I just pray that you can show some mercy to the younger generation and at least let Gemora survive. He was promoted to the third level not long ago, and his official inheritance has only just begun. There is still a possibility of recovery."

"I beg you to show mercy and allow him to enter the new era with the glory of the past. Don't let everything become just broken relics and cold words in history books."

When the Great Elder knelt down, the other two elves also sighed and bowed down one after another.

The whole of Eluidemere fell into a deathly silence.

Only a young elf who had just walked out of the heart of the emerald tree was in tears. He kowtowed repeatedly to the three old men in the sky, and kept repeating the names of the three.

in this way.

Until the Deer Horn God nodded: "Okay."

As relieved.

With gratitude and reluctance, the three terrifying beasts reappeared in the air, showing their most powerful posture.

It's not about resistance, but about contributing to a grand blood sacrifice.

then.

Countless redbuds hung from the sky like beautiful curtains, covering the entire forest of elves.

Countless lives were taken away with ease.

Those creatures who have reached the third level and received the inheritance of the Laurel Royal Family have all turned into beads on the purple curtain.

Beautiful, cruel, and resolute.

If the Laurel Dynasty has always been keen on this style of aesthetics, then in this day and age, who is still active and dares to say that he is more familiar with it than the Deer Horn God?

Even more than just the present world.