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The ferocious and fierce golden dragon turned the fat and bloated Snow Peak girl into a sturdy and swarthy rock man, and the ferocity of the process made the gods lose color, and strange wails, and the observers from hell were forcibly wiped out on the spot. After the fierce battle, a mighty juice was shed, and its power was lasting and wild.

The above statement is from Vlamir's description of the causes of the Flood. By the way, even though every word is true, Lesatos still beats the Fat Eye out.

Millions of tonnes of snow-capped mountain meltwater burst the narrow, shallow banks of the river, and the water level of the underground river overflowed. The biggest problem wasn't this, the aftermath of the spell of the Eternal Blazing Sun created a stream of hot air, and the shock wave generated by the strong bombardment of divine punishment pushed the air current, hitting the monsoon that sowed rain. Originally, the remaining rainfall will cool down on the top of the mountain, turning into ice and snow and stopping here, but it is like a resentful woman who has been kicked out of the house by her domestic violence husband, crying and shaking off the water.

Under the attack from both sides, the earth's self-circulation system could not bear it, and the excess water tilted towards the southern lowlands, and a vigorous flood came.

At the gate of the green capital, the rescue task force is about to come out.

The Elven King personally fastened the lock of his daughter's cloak and took two steps back to watch. Drusilia wears a 5-Sami long tight, wear-resistant rope around her waist, and wears waterproof leather boots on her feet, and a long ponytail tied with a ribbon to facilitate movement.

Like an elven female general in an epic, the elf king sighed. Behind the majestic female general are 2oo members of the rescue team who are ready to go, most of them rangers, but there are also civilians who have volunteered to join. Behind it is several times the back-up support, tents, fresh water, and most importantly, a special pointed-tipped boat, which can seat three people, but the light weight can resist with one hand.

For a while, I was full of emotion: "My daughter has also grown up, my old box can no longer hide the light of the green capital jade stone, and when you come back from rescue, I will consider marriage, and I must find a partner who can match you." ”

Drusilia blushed, "Father, what are you talking about, I can't bear you." ”

"I have to marry out of my reluctant family. ”

Father and daughter said goodbye with a gentle hug. The princess stepped over her father's shoulder and saw the temple priests and their rescue team. The Green Capital is almost divided internally, and the royal family retains only nominal control over the power of the Temple, and the two go their own way. And the Ofascists will not be willing to play the role of villain, and also send a huge team, seemingly intending to turn the rescue into a show of fame.

A few peeping glances reached out to the father and daughter, but they were swept back by Drusilia's cold eyes, and the princess acted much tougher after becoming a druid.

She whispered in her father's ear: "If I lead the team north, the army in the green capital will be weak......"

"Shhhh The Elven King also whispered softly. "Everything is under control. ”

"I hope to see you meet me at the gate of the palace when I return, safe and sound, or I will never marry for the rest of my life." ”

"No problem, my triumphant female general. ”

"You promise?"

"Guaranteed. ”

......

The elf king looked at the distant back in amazement, and for the first time felt the ruthlessness of the years to him. Shaking his head and walking back, there were still a lot of disaster relief resolutions waiting to be cleaned up in the palace.

In the ceremonial hall, the Ofascist High Priest worshipped reverently, and the murmuring whispers echoed like ghosts: "...... Sin will end in the Flood, and Tiya will be reborn in the flames of divine punishment......"

————————————————————————————————————————————————————— northern part of the Tiya Forest is a low-lying area of abundant rainfall throughout the year, forming large swamps and small lakes connected by a dense network of water. There are only a few thousand elves living in the area, most of whom fled to the south before the water level soared, but there are still scattered elves who live in the depths of the swamp and live by fishing and hunting.

Neam held his twenty-six-year-old young daughter in his arms and waited for death in a torrent of despair. Because his daughter was too young to evacuate the low-lying area in time, his fishing boat and house were all submerged under the yellow-brown torrent at a depth of 3 Sami. He sat on the branch of a small tree and hugged his daughter tightly. There were a few tall and sturdy trees not far from him, but they didn't even have a belt, and how could they cross the flood against the current. Waiting is the most cruel deposit of death, looking at the unattainable vitality, waiting for the small tree to be washed away.

"Daddy, are we going to die?" the daughter squinted, burying her face in her father's chest, though it was all the same cold and damp.

"How could it be. Neam smiled weakly, pale comfort weaker than a creaking branch. "We will be saved, someone will come, and perhaps the great Nielon will hear my prayers. ”

The daughter muttered, "I don't like him, the face on the oil painting is too strict and scary, it would be nice if there was a beautiful goddess." ”

yes, when are we our own gods......

When the branch finally snapped, Neham held his daughter in one hand and jumped down in a paddling position, hoping to catch the next tree. But he was wrong, even hunters who have been familiar with the nature of water for hundreds of years could not have navigated the flood. It was too violent, too varied, and each of the dozen or so turbulent currents under the surface of the water would make him lose his momentum.

A branch hit her back, bubbles in her lungs spit out with the smell of blood, and her daughter floated away in the chaos upside down. Neam frantically searched through the turbidity currents, and couldn't believe that even the final journey would take away his one.

The mud and broken leaves in the flood caused the eyeballs to hurt sharply, but they were nothing compared to the pain of the near-explosion of the brain and lungs. Consciousness gradually blurred, and I vaguely felt that my body was no longer drifting with the water, as if I had hit a flexible wall. Then an unreasonable buoyancy lifted him upward.

As soon as the first breath of air and water entered the lungs, he choked and coughed, and Neam was lifted up by a pair of strong arms, and he looked up, so beautiful and incomprehensible...... Oh my God! He was confused for a moment before he recognized that it was actually a princess.

"Breathe evenly, you're safe. Drusilia helped him to his feet. The elven hunters were horrified to see that they were actually standing on the water!

A piece of water that can accommodate five people lying horizontally has no waves, and it is clearly separated from the turbid waves. The elven princess stands in the center, directing the water elemental platform to move. In addition to Neam on the platform, there is another rescued person - a rainforest split-tooth leopard. The ferocious feline at the top of the food chain in the Tia Forest is now not much better than the domestic cat that has fallen into the water, shivering wetly.

Neam was dumbfounded, feeling like his mind had been swept away by the flood. He wanted to ask, but he didn't know what to ask, and the words that finally burst out of his mouth were: "Please save my daughter!"

The water elemental shattered star broke through the waves, and the first thing the little girl who was scooped up was to ask, "Are you a goddess?" ”

Drusilia squeezed a smile out from her tired countenance, and she stroked the top of her head, "The gods won't reach out, so I'm here." ”

Several elven rangers signaled the princess from the treetops, and they leaped from tree to tree with hooks and pontoons, but where the trees were too sparse or there were no trees at all, they could only stare dryly, and no one could come or go in this situation, except Drusilia.

Neam and his daughter each had a ranger on their backs, and even the split-toothed leopard was rescued. The weight of the big guy is not enough for an elf to bear, and the rangers with bitter faces don't understand why they want to save animals, but no one will disobey Drusilia's orders, especially now.

The princess spread out her hands, and birds of different varieties circled around the pine nuts in her palms, and it was not easy to find something to eat now. Drusilia listened carefully to the birds' messages, and it was a struggle to extract useful parts from the mouths of the little things whose expression skills were confused. A large, white bird with a long tail reveals a suspected trapped elf somewhere, and Drusilia tosses it a handful of pine nuts and pursues it.

Neam was sent to a relatively dry plateau, where felt and hot tea were immediately served. Hundreds of rescuers and many more refugees were resting here, and strangely, the camp seemed to be distinct, and Neam recognized the priests in sacrificial robes on the less crowded side. The rangers and guards on both sides don't communicate at all, and they do their own thing. The few refugees were held back by the priests, and they wanted to protect the old hen for the booty.

The daughter fell asleep in warm blankets and tents, dreaming of the goddess, the goddess...... Neham was more curious than she was, and he wondered strongly if the elf who walked on the ground in the flood was really a young princess, and how could she have the power to perform miracles because of the favor she had received from the gods.

"She's a druid. This is the answer of the logistics officer, in fact, the other party does not know what the so-called druid is, it is the princess's self-title.

"It's back......"

A low cry was heard, and the entire camp, including the temple, turned their heads in unison to stare at the water. The darling of the forest came slowly, the roaring waves succumbed to her feet, the wind and rain hid her brilliance far away, and in a moment every elf in the camp had a feeling—as if it were sacred.

Drusilia walked ashore, and wherever she went, the elves bowed their heads in salute, but she had no time to pay attention.

"The birds saw a big wave rushing over and estimated the surface of the water.2 Sami ”

The logistics officer and the ranger captain looked nervous: "Your Highness, is it too late to retreat?"

Drusilia shook her head, "We can go, but the relief supplies can't." Let's get together at once. ”

The subordinates did not ask why, they had developed a certain kind of blind reverence. But the temple priests didn't think so.

"We will not accept the asylum of infidels, especially ...... The power of the dragon. The priest's eyes wandered, and he responded nervously.

A sneer crept up the corners of his mouth, and nature showed its cruelty, which seemed to influence its spokesperson as well. Drusilia was now completely impatient with this method of persuasion, her palms raised high, dozens of bowstrings creaking and tense, just waiting for an order.