Nordas had a dream, in which he was surrounded by tide-like undead creatures. In the boundless and empty wilderness, the bones were grayish yellow after calcification, and a group of scarlet flames throbbed in the hollow eye sockets. Skeletons rushed towards him from the darkness.
He dreamed that his comrades would fall down one by one, the ground was filled with arrows, and he looked around, there were corpses all around, and Eru was exhausted because of the broken battle flag, and remained motionless.
Until the last moment, heaven and earth seemed to fall to him—
Then he woke up from this dream, and sat up from the bed covered with soft reeds with a loud cry. There was still a hint of chill in the black forest in the early morning, but when Nodas touched his back, his vest was soaked and pale. There are fine beads of sweat on his forehead.
He sat on the bed panting for a while before he came back to his senses. He raised his head and saw that a ray of morning light had dripped from the window sill into this small room-that window was actually a dug out of a tree trunk. Round hole.
The furnishings in the room are very simple, most of them are made of wood, and even the entire room is hollowed out in the trunk. Some vines hang down from above to form a natural and simple space.
Nordas held his forehead, and then he remembered in shock that he was no longer on the battlefield. Several months have passed since he was rescued by those strange people and sent here, but he often still had nightmares like this.
He took a breath and stood up, a little shaky, and then he suddenly heard a noisy sound from outside the window, and he couldn't help but feel a little strange.
This village has always been very peaceful.
Is something wrong
Or does the revival festival begin
Nordas came to the window and looked out suspiciously—
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The settlement built by the druids on the periphery of the trade wind ring is a town called the "Green Tower". It is said to be a town. It is indeed inhabited by thousands of people. There are also a large number of centaurs, tree elves and some taneys. Demi.
The druids lived a mixed life with other races in the Black Forest for a long time. They established many such villages in the forest—planting a fast-growing ancient tree and living in the trunk of these magical ancient trees. .
The village is built about 20 to 30 meters above the ground by these towering trees. The entire town is connected by suspension bridges—the suspension bridges are made of magical vines intertwined with each other, with planks in the middle, which are stronger than the strongest stone bridge.
Numerous suspension bridges shuttle between the ancient trees, forming a peculiar view of the city in mid-air. The druids work at sunrise and rest at sunset, but the centaur have the opposite work and rest. They like the brightly lit bazaar. Lighting is also installed on the suspension bridge—a kind of flower|lily of the valley whose buds are huge like lanterns that can glow at night.
But more are the thick vines that rotate upwards, which lead to the upper floors of the town, the meeting place of the druids, and the eagle's nest of the great eagle.
The druids and giant eagles have been in alliance with each other for hundreds of years.
Brando followed the Archdruid Grey Crow and his group slowly up the green vines, and saw these raptors with amazing wingspans flying up and down between the huge tree trunks.
The huge tree canopy is like their clouds, allowing them to shuttle between these green clouds.
Of course, Brando also saw the patrols of the centaur guards. They were wearing shiny armor and wearing a serious sentry helmet. The history of the symbiosis of centaur and druid is also quite long. The fighting nation, their individual strength is even stronger than the caveman.
But in the Black Forest, they also have to rely on the druids to survive.
In addition to them, there are a large number of tree elves, Tanias, and furbolgs in this town, as well as flying horses and unicorns. As long as they believe in the forest goddess Niya, they are the guests of the druids.
However, the druids are not responsible for the daily operations of this town. In fact, the defense of the Green Tower is in the hands of a centaur leader named Zenia, and the daily operations are composed of tree elves, Tanias and The administrative council formed by the furbolgs manages it.
The druids live in the upper druid area, and they have their own independent organization called the Deadwood Council to handle all the internal affairs of the druids.
Of course, their main business is to monitor the trade wind ring, as well as the abnormal changes in the Black Forest.
The upper area of the druids is much simpler than the town area. The archdruids use thick vines to form a square between six circularly distributed ancient trees. In the center of the square is the icon of the goddess Niya. , The hollow branches of six ancient trees in six directions constitute six halls, and the hall in the west is the seat of the Deadwood Council.
Sitting at the entrance of this hall are two ancient tree men, two or three stories high. They are napping their upper body with the palm of the tree girl. These tree men seem to be guards guarding the hall, but they don’t. Do your responsibilities.
But when Brando's group approached them, the tree man on the left half opened one eye, it glanced at the Archdruid Grey Crow, and then slowly closed it.
The other tree man was snoring, and his voice was as long as a tune from an ancient woodland.
"Please follow me." The Archdruid Grey Crow nodded to the two treemen, then turned around and said to the others.
Brando nodded and followed him into the hall—the young people under his men had already been left in the town area. Naturally, hospitable tree elves would receive them. Kuran and Ropar stayed with them to prevent this. Excessive guys are in trouble.
At this moment, the only people behind the young lord were Akane and Antitina. They had never seen a place like this before, and their eyes were full of curiosity. Even if the noble lady wanted to be more reserved, they couldn't help but look around.
This hall is no different from the usual architectural style of the druids, simple and natural, except for some statues of the ancestor druids and beast spirits, there is no superfluous decoration-but the hall is hollowed out, leaving only Some pillars make the hall look naked|exposed in the wind.
Of course, the vitality of the ancient magic tree is very tenacious, and even so, it will not affect their growth.
Brando saw a circle of people standing in the hall.
The druid elder Andrew he met for the first time was among them, and there were several other elders, a total of seventeen people. But Brando felt from them only two breaths similar to those of the Archdruid Grey Crow.
In other words, the three archdruids of the Green Tower gathered here.
"Really worthy of me." Brando couldn't help thinking, and then he suddenly saw a small figure rushing out of the room on one side, with long green hair, leaped into his arms.
"Brother Brando!" Funia buried her head in Brando's arms and shouted happily.
As the chosen person of the forest goddess, she knew Brando had left the firs to lead this place, but she had been looking forward to it for more than a month, and finally waited until this day.
Brando was taken aback to recognize this little girl. Funia has grown taller in the past six months, and her face has become more ruddy. It seems that the druids have taken good care of this little girl.
But he didn’t know that there was a misunderstanding. The druids would not take care of others. In the past few months, Funia’s daily life was actually taken care of by the Tree Elf Council, because it was commissioned by the Archdruid. The hospitable elves are even more afraid to neglect.
Brando touched Fonia's head, raised her head and said to the druid elders: "I like people who believe in words. You didn't lie to me-I'm very satisfied."
Fonia seemed to understand that Brando was about to talk about business next, she responded with Brando's hand and tilted her head, and then stood aside obediently.
Antitina knelt down and took the little girl's little hand, and smiled slightly at her.
Funia responded with a sweet smile.
"Lord Lord." The eldest archdruid standing in the middle of the seventeen elders spoke up. He leaned on a cane and wore a long cloak of leaves. His eyebrows and hair were all gray, and his face was gray. The wrinkles and gullies are intertwined, but only one pair of eyes are sharp and energetic.
But as soon as he spoke, Brando interrupted him politely: "Grand Elder," he said, "I am a nobleman of Eruin, but my status as below makes no sense if I leave the human world, so you don't have to do this. Call me."
"Here you are an elder and I am a young man. It would be better for you to call me Brando directly."
The Great Elder gave a daze, then his expression softened and nodded. But he looked at Andrew on the side and asked the latter to stand up and say to Brando: "Lord Lord, let me do it—"
Brando knew this was the respect of the other party, and he nodded without objecting.
"What the elder wants to ask is, Lord Lord, you said that you know the ancient magic of druids and even the secrets in the Black Forest. He wants to know how credible this sentence is?"
Brando thought to himself that these druids would not be able to deal with people, so if there are guests who come from afar without letting others take a break, they just come to the door to discuss business matters straightforwardly? The impression it gives is too inhumane.
But he likes this style, otherwise, if you really let him stay here for three days, and then slowly discuss business affairs after the dinner, it is estimated that he will not want to enter the ring of trade winds in half a month.
He doesn't have so much time to splurge.
He thought for a moment, and replied: "I just know some ancient magic. It doesn't mean I know it, or let alone be good at it. As for the black forest on the border of Tonigel, I do know some inside stories."
"For example, the ruins in the forest are Valhalla. Is this true?" a tall druid asked.
"No," Brando took a look at this guy, and confirmed that he was the druid of the Ring of Beast Spirits: "I just said Valhalla is in the Ring of Tradewinds. As for whether it is that piece of ruins-it can only It’s just that the locations of the two are very similar."
The elder nodded, Brando was dissatisfied with the big words and did not easily draw conclusions, which made him feel a little credible. But he didn't answer, and the other druids just glanced at each other.
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