The cool water of the lake in the morning gradually submerged his ankles, and the vision in front of him began to change.
The surface of the lake suddenly became foggy, the clear lake water and the sky turned gray, and the soft water vapor around his body caressed his cheeks, limbs, and skin. The body seemed to be cleaned from the inside out, and the whole person became more relaxed than ever. , refreshing.
Then a gentle voice like water sounded from the bottom of my heart, suddenly far and near, as if it was far away in the sky, but also seemed to be close in front of me.
"Roy, this way..."
This voice was like the warm whisper of his mother patted his shoulder when he was a child, and like the smile of a lover in his ear after the cloud and rain.
He couldn't help but go deeper.
The lake water submerged his thighs, waist, and abdomen, and then in the hazy mist in the distance, a graceful figure faintly appeared.
The fog was too thick to see her specific appearance, her soft wrists rhythmically like water waves, constantly stretching towards her.
He quickened his pace and walked towards her, and the lake water reached his chest, but just as he approached this beautiful figure, a flower suddenly appeared in front of him, and it was gone.
He looked left and right, but suddenly felt a little coolness slide down his back, and just turned his head, the aroma of daffodils floated in front of him again.
"Roy..."
In this glutinous whisper, she suddenly plunged into the lake water, twisting her waist with a grip, and gracefully roaming the water, like a mermaid.
And the witcher only felt that 10,000 ants had crawled over the bones, and goosebumps appeared all over his body.
"Is this the goddess of the lake?"
After seeing the goddess Meritelli paradoxically, he always felt that most gods should be high, unapproachable and blasphemous existences.
However, the "goddess" behind him completely subverted his impression, flirtatious and passionate...
However, a strong will made him quickly escape from the state of Xin Sheng's swaying.
The silver bell-like laughter sounded, the witcher's eyes flashed, and the mysterious lake goddess finally revealed her true face—
Under the long dark green hair that hangs over the fragrant shoulders, there is an innocent and sweet smile.
This palm-sized face is studded with a small nose, eyes as pure as gems, and lips as soft as petals.
Refined as a work of art.
The skin on her cheeks was as smooth as silk, soft and delicate like a newborn baby, and had a faint scent of daffodils.
But under such a delicate face, there is a slender neck and a high bulge... The dark green hair that hangs over the collarbone and the permeable water vapor cover her body, covering her with a magnificent gauze.
Innocent and charming, the two contradictory temperaments are mixed in her, forming a more breathtaking beauty.
"Goddess? I think it's almost a banshee..."
The young witcher took a deep breath, admiring the beauty of the goddess in the lake from a distance within reach, and at the same time dark golden eyes became deep—
Vivian
Age: 353
identity:
Goddess of the Lake/Nymph (Water Fairy)
(The legendary goddess of the lake does not refer to a single person, but consists of a group of nymphs. The fairies of the lake are elves transformed by nature, and they are in charge of the existence of water. They will not get sick or grow old, but will die.
They are kind-hearted, advocate the five virtues of knighthood, and are willing to help kind people. At the same time, they are also free and unrestrained... They will choose their favorite knights who have passed the harsh test to accompany them. )
? (perceived too low to acquire)
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Roy calmed down his restless mood. The goddess in the lake was not so much a god as a group of extremely powerful magical creatures.
Back then when he was in front of Meritelli, he was like an ant facing the sea completely powerless to resist, and the goddess in the lake, still unfathomable, didn't give him that feeling.
The goddess of the lake can control the waters and empower her followers, but she has no power that cannot be seen directly.
"Respected goddess of the lake..." Roy, who suppressed his beauty, bowed to the goddess, and tried his best to be respectful.
"I don't know if you invited me here, what are your orders?"
There was a glimmer of light in the blue eyes of the goddess of the lake, a little surprised that the witcher returned to normal so quickly.
"Roy from Lower Posada," her voice changed again, as affectionate as the girl next door, "you can call me Vivian, daughter of Lake Vizima. Through the eyes of a geek, I saw the faith surging in you, and I also noticed the righteousness of your trip."
With that said, Vivien stretched out her hand towards the witcher, and the latter hesitated before gently holding the goddess's catkin.
In an instant, his whole body was shaken, and the experience that had passed through for more than half a year slid across his retinas like running water, and five of them were marked with ancient words.
"Squaess (mercy), you used the favor of the dwarf brewer to help Casca escape the mill and join Arethusa."
"ymladda (courage), you faced the reborn ancient deer head and killed it."
"Gloir (honor), you have never left your seriously wounded comrades, and supported each other through the Smirk Mine."
"mire (wisdom), you solved the seven deadly crimes and found the real culprit behind the scenes."
"Generose (generous), you waived part of Old Huck's entrustment and let him stay in the bakery."
The witcher looked dazed and sighed inwardly.
Before he knew it, he had gone through so many adventures.
"A person with both five virtues, I, Vivian, on behalf of all the creatures on the shore of Lake Vizima, ask you," the voice of the goddess in the lake became excited, and her face became dignified and solemn, "Would you like to hold my sword, Do a righteous act, land on Black Tern Island again, and eradicate the evil creature Dagon that occupied the island!?"
The sonorous and powerful voice of the goddess in the lake echoed in the mist, and Roy felt an invisible buoyancy under his feet in an instant, carrying him and the goddess's body into the air and suspended on the surface of the water.
At this time, the graceful body of the goddess was undoubtedly revealed, but the witcher's expression did not change.
Having experienced so many incidents, he is no longer the kind of stunned youth who is fooled by a few words.
It is impossible to die just because of a few words from the goddess in the lake.
"Goddess Vivienne, allow me to ask a few questions first. Is Dagon the master of the fallen murlocs?"
"That's right, Dagon lured ordinary half-murlocs into depravity, built a bloody and evil altar on the island, and further distorted the bodies and wills of the creatures in the lake area. And draw strength from it to strengthen himself."
How weird and powerful is this
The witcher listened more cautiously.
"Then where does it come from, and what kind of existence is it?"
"I don't lie to you about this." Vivian's blue eyes flashed with fear, "Dagan was not originally a creature of this world, it belongs to a chaotic and distorted plane. Many years ago, it accidentally discovered The space rift connecting the two worlds at the bottom of the Vizima Lake, exhausted all power and released a projection to our world."
"Now Dagon's projection is constantly eroding the Vizima Lake area... If it is not stopped, after decades or hundreds of years, its power will accumulate to a critical point, and it will be able to come down..."
The soft voice of the goddess in the lake became heavy, "It will be too late by then, and the whole world will tremble under its tentacles."
Plane, world
"Respected lady in the lake, with all due respect," Roy lowered his head and said sincerely, "even you are not its opponent, and my strength is insignificant compared to yours, how can I defeat Dagon's conspiracy? "
"You should find a stronger helper."
The young witcher has just started, how can he fight against the evil creatures from other planes
"No matter how powerful you are? If you can't pass the test, you can't be trusted... The five beliefs that flow in you are as precious as gold."
"So I believe in you and understand your worries and concerns," Vivian smiled disapprovingly, and a light breeze blew across the lake, as if a hundred flowers were in full bloom, so beautiful, "I will never let you die... As for why I won't do it myself, because most of my power has been used to suppress Dagon."
"Its current strength is not much better than yours, except for the strange transformation ability, and I have a way to solve all this."
"In the same way, it is also suppressing me, making it impossible for me to land on Black Tern Island... And the fallen creatures in the Vizima Lake area are increasing year by year, but my followers are getting fewer and fewer. The suppression is about to be out of balance..." Vivienne's voice was weak , muttered to himself, "When the time comes, Dagon will completely occupy the lake area, and will even absorb my strength and swallow me..."
Blue eyes stared at the witcher, with a hint of request,
"Roy, although you have many mortal shortcomings, you can't hide your flaws... If you can pass the five tests within a year, you must have an honest belief in your heart, even if you don't want to admit it."
"Now, are you willing to do your part for the creatures of Lake Vizima?"
"If I have this ability," the witcher lowered his head, the goddess of the lake has already said this, and he no longer refutes, "I will kill Dagon with my own hands."
The goddess in the lake suddenly stretched her arms to the right side, and the water on the lake below was turbulent, boiling violently like boiling water.
Immediately afterwards, a dark red blade emerged from the lake and rose straight into the air. The goddess held the hilt with both hands and erected the long sword on her chest.
The witcher, recalling the image in his mind, knelt down on one knee on the lake.
"Roy, Demon Hunter of the Viper School, are you willing to hold my sword and abide by the faith of courage, compassion, honor, wisdom, and generosity, and eradicate evil for the creatures on the shore of Lake Vizima?"
"Entrust, I take it!"
As soon as the witcher finished speaking, the icy blade tapped his shoulder three times in a row, and at the same time, the sonorous voice of the goddess resounded across the lake.
"The witcher from the unknown land, I, the daughter of the lake, Vivian, the master of the water, hereby canonize you as a knight and give you the title - Roy of Lake Vizima!"
Breathing quickly, the witcher raised his hands to hold the long-awaited silver sword—the Sword of the Lake Lady.