Noldas had a dream in which he was surrounded by tidal waves of undead creatures. In the boundless and empty wilderness, those bones are calcified gray-yellow, and a crimson flame of skeletons dances in the hollow eye sockets, rushing towards him from the darkness in waves.biquge.info

He dreamed of his comrades falling one by one, his position full of arrows, his eyes full of corpses, and Eru hanging from exhaustion and motionless from the broken banner.

Until the last moment, heaven and earth seemed to fall on him~

Then he woke up from this dream, and sat up from the bed covered with soft reeds with a loud cry, and there was still a chill in the early morning in the Black Forest, but when Nodas touched his back, his vest was soaked, and his pale forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

He sat on the bed panting for a while before he came to his senses, and when he looked up, he saw that a glimmer of morning light had trickled from the windowsill into the little room, which was in fact a round hole in the trunk of a tree.

The Chen Chipken in the room is simple, most of them are woodwork, and even the whole room is a hollow dug in the trunk of a tree, and some vines hang down from above, forming a natural and simple space.

Noldas cupped his forehead, and then he remembered in horror that he was no longer on that battlefield, and that it had been months since he had been rescued and brought here by those strange men, but he still had nightmares like this.

He took a breath and stood up, a little staggering, and then he suddenly heard a cacophony outside the window, and he couldn't help but feel a little strange.

The village has always been very peaceful.

Did something go wrong?

Or has the revival festival begun?

Noldas came to the window, looking out into the window, and looked out to see that the settlement that the druids had established on the outskirts of the Ring of the Trade Winds was a town called the Green Tower, which was indeed inhabited by several thousand people, as well as a large number of centaurs, tree elves, and some Tanians.

The Druids have long lived a mixed life with other races in the Black Forest, where they have established many of these villages, planted an extremely fast-growing ancient tree, and lived among the trunks of these magical ancient trees.

The village was built about twenty or thirty meters above the ground by these towering trees, and the whole town was connected by drawbridges, which were formed by a tangle of magical vines, with planks in between, stronger than the strongest stone bridges.

Countless suspension bridges pierce the edges between the ancient trees, forming a peculiar landscape of the city in mid-air, and the druids work at sunrise and rest at sunset" But the centaurs have the opposite schedule, they like the brightly lit bazaar, and they also install lights on the suspension bridge~ a kind of huā bud is huge like a lantern, and can shine at night.

But more often than not, the thick vines that swirled upwards led to the upper levels of the town, the meeting place of the druids, and the eagle's nest.

The druids have been allied with the eagles for centuries.

As Brando followed the Grand Druid Raven up the green vines, he saw these birds of prey flying up and down with an astonishing wingspan between the huge tree trunks.

The huge canopy of trees acts like their clouds, allowing them to weave between these green clouds.

Of course, Brando also saw the patrols of the centaur guards, who wore shiny armor and wore a stern sentry helmet, and the centaurs and druids had a long history of coexistence, a fighting people, and their individual strength was even stronger than that of cavemen.

But in the Black Forest, they also rely on the druids to survive.

In addition to them, the town is home to a large number of dryads, Tanians, and bear monsters, as well as Pegasus and unicorns, and anyone who worships the forest goddess Nya is a guest of the druids.

However, the druids are not in charge of the day-to-day running of the town, as the defense of the Green Tower is in the hands of a centaur leader named Zenia, and the day-to-day operations are run by an executive council made up of Dryads, Tanyas, and Bears.

The Druids inhabit the upper Druid districts, and they have their own independent body, the Deadwood Council, to handle the internal affairs of a Qiē Druid.

Of course, their main business is to monitor the ring of the trade winds" and the anomalies in the Black Forest.

The upper druids were much simpler than the towns, and the great druids made a wide field with thick vines between the six rings of ancient trees, the center of which was the icon of the goddess Nya, and the hollow branches of the six ancient trees in six directions formed six halls, and the hall due west was the seat of the Deadwood Council.

Squatting at the entrance of this hall sat two ancient tree men, two or three stories high, who were napping with their upper bodies in the palm of the tree girl's hand, these tree men seemed to be the guards guarding the hall, but they did not do their duty.

However, as Brando's group approached them, the treeman on the left half-opened one eye, glanced at the Grand Druid of the Raven, and slowly closed it again.

Another tree man was snoring, his voice long as a song from an ancient woodland.

"Please come with me." The Grand Druid of the Raven gestured to the two treants, then turned back to the others.

Brando nodded, and followed him into the hall where his young men had long since been left in the town, and naturally they were received by hospitable dryads, and Curran and Ropal were with them, just in case these over-energetic creatures got into trouble.

The only people who followed the young lord at the moment were Akane and Antitina, who had never seen such a place before, and their eyes were full of curiosity, even if the noble lady was more reserved, she couldn't help but look around.

The hall is not unlike the Druids' usual architectural style, simple and natural, with no extra decoration except for some statues of the old druids and beasts, but the hall has been hollowed out around the perimeter, leaving only a few pillars, making the hall look naked in the wind.

Of course, the Enchanted Ancient Tree is very tenacious, and even this will not affect their growth, and from here upwards, this ancient tree is as lush as the foliage.

Brando saw a circle of people standing in the hall.

The Druid Elder Andrew he had met for the first time was among them, along with several other elders, a total of seventeen people. However, Brando felt that there were only two of them that had an aura similar to that of the Grey Raven Grand Druid.

In other words, the three Great Druids of the Green Tower gathered here.

"You really think of me." Brando couldn't help but think, and then he suddenly saw a small figure rush out of the room on one side, with long green hair, and rush into his arms.

"Brother Brando!" Funia buried her head in Brando's arms and shouted happily.

As the chosen one of the goddess of the forest, she already knew that Brando had left the fir territory to go here, but she had been looking forward to it for more than a month, and she was happy to wait for this day.

Brando was stunned for a moment before recognizing this little girl, Funya has grown a little taller in the past six months, and her face is much more ruddy, and it seems that the druids take good care of this little girl.

However, he didn't know that there was a misunderstanding here, the druids don't take care of people, and the life of Phnia in the past few months has actually been taken care of by the Tree Elf Council, because entrusted by the Great Druid, these already hospitable elves dare not slack off.

Brando touched Funia's head, looked up and said to the druid elders, "I like people who keep their word, and I'm satisfied that you didn't lie to me. ”

Funya seemed to understand that Brando was about to get down to business, and she tilted her head in response to Brando's hand, then obediently stepped aside.

Antitina crouched down and took the little girl's hand and smiled at her.

Funya responded with a sweet smile.

"Lord Lord" stood in the middle of the seventeen druid elders, the eldest of the eldest, who was on crutches and wore a long cloak of leaves, his eyebrows and beard were gray, his face was wrinkled and furrowed, but only a pair of eyes were sharp and focused.

But as soon as he spoke, Brando politely interrupted him: "Great Elder" He said: "I am a nobleman of Eruin, but it makes no sense to leave the human world as a subordinate person, so you don't need to call me this concubine." ”

"Here you are the elder, I am the young man, and you call me Brando's good son."

The Great Elder frowned slightly, then his expression softened a little and nodded. But he looked at Andrew on the side, and asked the latter to stand up and say to Brando: "Lord Lord, let's talk about it."

Brando knew that this was a return of respect from the other party, and he nodded, not objecting.

"What the Great Elder wants to ask is, Lord Lord, you said that you know the ancient magic of the druids, and even the secrets of the Black Forest, he wants to know how many layers of credibility there is in this statement?"

Brando thought to himself that these druids really don't know how to deal with people, so if there are guests who come from afar and don't let others rest first, they just come to the door first to discuss business? The impression is too impersonal.

However, he likes this style, otherwise if he is really allowed to stay here for three days, and then discuss business slowly after the dinner, it is estimated that he will not want to enter the Trade Wind Ring in half a month.

He didn't have that much time to splurge.

He thought for a moment and replied, "I only know some about ancient magic, but that doesn't mean I know it, let alone be good at it. As for the Black Forest on the border of Toniger, I do know a bit of the insider. ”

"Let's say the ruins in the forest are Valhalla, is that true?" A tall druid asked.

"No," Brando glanced at the guy and confirmed that he was the druid of the Beast Ring: "I'm just saying that Valhalla is in the Ring of the Trade Winds, and as for whether it's the ruin, I can only say that the two are very close to each other." ”

The Grand Elder nodded, and Brando was dissatisfied with his big words, and he didn't draw conclusions lightly, which made him feel a little credible. He didn't answer, though, and the other druids just glanced at each other! ~！