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The cold glow of the tip of the arrow reassured the priest a lot, and he was sure that the princess would not dare to release the arrow, otherwise the good name accumulated in the past few days would be wasted by the violence of the power dictatorship.

"Your Highness, you can't execute a Tiya without any trial, neither the Council of Elders nor the Temple has given you the right to judge! Of course you can condone the command of the mind and kill me with a flurry of arrows, but the royal reputation and the laws of the forest will be lost. The more the priest spoke, the more confident he became, and his voice was raised to attract the attention of the camp.

Drusilia lowered her head, unable to see her expression. The raised arms slackened, the indignant rangers reluctantly lowered their bows and arrows, and the princess was compromised by the threat of the royal family's reputation, and a sense of humiliation rushed to the ranger's chest.

Seeing that the priest who had overwhelmed him suddenly raised his eyebrows, he showed a compassionate expression of forgiveness: "Your Highness, as long as you order an immediate retreat, I can not report the transgression to the High Priest and the Council of Elders......"

“...... The world is to the world, and the faith is to the faith......"

"What did you say?" the priest wondered.

Drusilia raised her head, and the storm in her eyes frightened the priest back. "In what capacity are you talking to me, priest of the Lord of Ceremonies?" she stepped forward, her aura shocked.

"I, Drusilia, the Druid of the Tia Forest, a servant of nature's will and not a princess, have invited you to fight, do you dare to defend the gods you believe in, and let a qiē decide right and wrong in the realm of faith, and make the difference between victory and defeat in life and death!"

The priest recalled those ...... I don't know how to describe the inexplicable power, and I am frightened. "The Elders and Presbyterians have never approved 'Nature' to preach in the Green Capital, and you have no right to judge me......"

"Approval? Ridiculous! Who needs approval for the growth of trees and the rise and fall of rivers. And this is not a green capital, it is a battlefield, and we are in a race to death. Take your self-righteousness and get out of the way, and don't get in the way of the survival of your fellow citizens. ”

The priest's mouth opened wide, and before the next sentence of defense could be spoken, the intense light and bombardment drowned out consciousness. The thunder and lightning that fell from the sky caused the surrounding elves to scream in terror. Fortunately, Drusilia did not lose her mind, and the lightning summoning technique only cut a pit of green smoke at the priest's feet, but unfortunately it was water everywhere, and the electricity rushed into the lower limbs along the wet soil, and the priest foamed at the mouth and fainted on the spot.

The remaining priests and guards lost their leadership and courage, and obeyed the princess. Refugees and damp-scared supplies were gathered, tents were dismantled into canvas and heavy objects to build a wall, and a simple wave ring was formed.

Drusilia stood alone outside the circle, watching the rise and fall of the waves, the terrain of the camp would not be flooded, but the waves could sweep away the elves and supplies, and her task was to stop the waves with the power of one person.

Captain Ranger stood behind the princess with four of his subordinates, and in the face of the searching gaze, he replied, "Please don't always give the task of protecting you behind you to Ramesile, there is more than one suitor of the green capital emerald stone." ”

Drusilia smiled, and it was heartwarming to hear this in the cold rain.

She calmed down and felt the pulse of nature. Drusilia has long been aware that the "will of nature" is not just one, but also divided into different individuals. They are divided by terrain, the will of the forest is active and full of life, and the will of the swamp is silent and indifferent. But they are all an aggregate of earth, plants, and animals, and at the same time have a commonality, becoming part of the broader natural will of the Salaphim.

The swamp was bubbling and bubbling, like a little appetite elf with too much drink, and stroked his belly in pain and whispered: This is not the rainy season, no, it should not come, it should not come......

The struggle of the earth Drusilia empathized with and focused her will on the flood, she saw the rain, she saw the melting snow, she saw the vigorous impact and the bright light. This is not nature's self-circulation, the princess asserts, and it is man-made.

The golden shadow of the Flame Mage flickered, but Drusilia skipped the thought, and Neeron's ceremonial staff appeared. She shook her head, slicing away all conjectures. Whatever the flood, this unnatural killing must stop.

The waves around the highlands gradually weakened, calmed down, and then reversed. The uphill currents of the water were driven by the druids and the water elementals to set off a great wave like a wall, and the waves of the flood came at the same time, and the two walls collided with each other, shattering into thousands of parts, and the terrifying sound was more shocking than the roar of a dragon.

The Great Wave was knocked through a gap, sparing the camp from the disaster, but the flood was not the only one, and Drushelia had no more Rushing Water to use. Drusilia grabbed a handful of wet soil and rubbed it with both hands, the fresh smell of the earth filling her nose.

Help me to stop this killing and heal your pain......

The swamp answered the call, and a majestic force poured into the Shattered Star through Drusilia. The water element's body expands and increases until it exceeds the upper limit of its controlling force. The innate ability of the Shattered Star to move the water element, constantly rotating its body, and a whirlpool appeared on the surface of the water.

The whirlpool roared like a hundred thunderbolts and lightning, smashing trees, floating corpses, or other debris into the center, and the center of the whirlpool was a full 3 Sami lower than the surface of the water. A ** wave was torn apart without resistance and turned into a clockwise current.

In the midst of her busy schedule, Drusilia suddenly recalled a lesson from Lesatos on the creation of a sect, and the golden dragon told her: "A sect with rich connotations and lasting immortality needs doctrines, force, heroes, leaders, and institutions. The system did not exist in the first place, and the imitation of the leader became the first model. ”

Her self-proclaimed Druidic sect now doesn't even have a formal prayer. Drusilia looked back at her fellow human with awe. There is a difference between awe and reverence, the former is a reverence for Drusilia's power, and the latter is an endorsement of her spirit.

In that case, I'll start with this. She was not interested in learning the cumbersome and strict dogma of the Lord of Rituals, so she took a little dirt at random and smeared it on her eyebrows. Hold the middle finger of your left hand against your forehead and touch the earth with your right hand. "We are the servants of nature, the balancers of civilization and barbarism, the loyal guardians of the Tiya nation." Follow the pulse of the earth, caress the breath of the sky, and listen to the whispers of life. Nature's anger is my anger, and I will punish those who violate the cycle, and nature's joy is my joy, bringing rewards to those who protect nature......

The casually compiled prayers are short, straightforward, and elaborate. The first to respond was Neham's youngest daughter, who grabbed a handful of dirt and smeared it on her head, imitating the princess's gestures and language. More and more voices are joining in prayer, they do not know nature, but they yearn for tranquility and life.

When the waves subsided, Drusilia's limbs were weak, but her heart was full of joy. Hundreds of would-be druids took their first steps to follow, including some of the temple guards. What's even more surprising is that a resonant prayer allowed her to break through the shackles and be promoted to a level 9 druid, where she can learn level 5 spells.

The atmosphere of the camp changed, and the elves asked her for questions in the prayers. Drusilia answered questions while arranging the follow-up of the disaster until the cry for help was sent by the wind.

The location is a bit far away, "There is only one, I'll go, you continue to restore the camp." "The princess squatted on Shattered Star, her knees were a little weak, and she was suffering from the after-effects of overcasting.

A male elf floats beneath the surface of the water, covered in mud. As Drusilia scooped him up, it occurred to her that this was downstream and that he should float past the camp instead of appearing out of nowhere.

The momentary hesitation caused the Fatal Dagger to cut off a whole piece of flesh from her shoulder blade, and the princess fell into the turbidity current, and the Shattered Star roared back to the ground, but was lightly dodged by the assassin.

Neither the pain nor the sewage could extinguish the burning flames in Drusilia's eyes, and she was pushed out of the water by the shattered star, half of her body stained with blood.

Drusilia watched as the Assassin walked flat on the water, and with a simple use of his power he was able to fly and dodge the feathered arrows of the rangers in the distance. The asphalt-colored cuticle hidden in the sludge was revealed, touching the dusty fragments of memories that had been thrown at the twisted corpse of Orfasc not long ago, when he first arrived in the Green Capital. The same hideous face, the same green pupils, the same ugly half-body.

She was out of her rage, again and again, and again, and again, and again! Why did the temple always show its sharp knife when she was most helpless or happy! What did the Ofascists get by killing their compatriots!

If you force me to dye my hands with Tiya's blood, don't blame me for killing them all.

"I don't want to ask why, it's been too many times without an answer. Come to the end, in the name of your faith and in the name of my faith. ”

The assassin stopped moving, allowing the princess to see his half-elven face, old but resolute. He saluted the princess wordlessly, and even if it was a matter of life and death, he adhered to the way of ritual. The next moment, a quenched steel needle shot straight at Drusilia.

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