Crossing the druids

Volume 6: The Wailing of the Trumpet, Chapter 1: The Dragon Council

The trees on the edge of the garden began to wither again. Despite knowing that this is not another freshman. It still makes Arthur's new life sigh. Perhaps this is not the sentiment of a druid who understands nature. But it is the most natural experience of a mortal. It is often said that with the pursuit of power. The part of humanity that is "weak" will fade away. But Arthur felt more sentimental.

Arthur didn't expect it either. He would have lived in this place for so long.

Time passes like water. There was no trace left on Arthur's changed face, but as a half-elf, he was close to maturity at this moment. He looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old.

The orcs of the north have become more and more restless over the years. But under the great military power of Germany. It's still hard to do anything. Bloodthorn and Germany seem to have been very successful. Each got what they wanted from each other, and there were many more druids' training camps and nature temples in Germany. And with the help of a dagger in the shadow of Bloodthorn. The German eagle is constantly tearing at the territory of Saint-Aurain.

A peaceful life brings peace of mind. But Arthur felt it. My own peace is coming to an end. For the fourteenth level pinnacle now. Arthur the ancient druid, approaching the Sanctuary. Hunches are more than just hunches. It's a reality projected from the future.

A gentle body suddenly hugged Arthur from behind, "Why do you get up early?" Let's go sleep a little longer. ”

Arthur looked back at his titular wife, Princess Nina, with a gentle expression. Yes. Time is enough to change a lot of fate, and you never have to force anyone to bow down. It just stood there silently. Wait for you to understand. Wait for you to change yourself.

Na was only wrapped in a thin quilt. The delicate collarbones and half of the crisp breasts make her particularly attractive in the morning. Arthur picked her up and put her back on the bed.

At this time. There was a sound of birds flapping their wings and shaking. Arthur patted Nina's face regretfully. Motioned for her to sleep a little longer. Turn around. The dead tree at the end of the flat line that I looked at through the gap in the curtains. A crow was standing on a tree and combing its feathers haphazardly.

There were countless birds and beasts in the morning, all of which were not Arthur's druid's perception, but this crow was unusual. Arthur dodged. Na felt a gust of wind blow through the bedroom. Lift the drooping length of her forehead. Arthur had gone under the dead wood. With a smile on his face, he looked at the crow standing high on the branch.

"Grandpa Aven, you're back. ”

The crow on the branch turned into a man at some point. Jumping down the laughing tree. Hold Arthur in his arms.

"yes. Finally back. ”

It's been many years in the blink of an eye. Ever since Arthur gave Quincy's memories to Aven. Evan disappeared from everyone's sight. Some people say that they saw him go up the elven mountain. It is also said that similar people have been seen in the southern archipelago. But even Bloodthorn's intelligence network couldn't really find Aven's traces.

Only Arthur understood. Evan was looking for a way to break through the Sanctuary. But I've always been worried about him, and now it's a great surprise to see him again. But it also confirmed the feeling in his heart. What kind of wind has been bred by ten years of calm?

Just standing under the tree, I forgot about the troubles of the outside world for a while. Chatting lightly about the years of separation, the time was close to the afternoon. Just when Arthur wanted to invite Evan to the manor for a few days. The joy that had been on Aven's face faded. Transform into a serious look.

"Arthur. You're leaving Germany in no time. There's someone who wants to meet you. You should meet him too. ”

Arthur looked up. Gently shush at the sky. Evan left again. It's not quite the same as the last time they were separated. Aven's face once again lit up like a fire. The strongest assassin of Bloodthorn seems to have come back to life. The greater the capacity. With great responsibility. Not a lie.

At this time, the sky began to fall with crystal snowflakes. Reaching out to a hexagonal ice crystal. Ice crystals melt into droplets in the palm of your hand. Thorough, yet confusing, the snow did not surprise Arthur. But the sensation of a snowflake melting in the palm of your hand is always a novelty.

This drop of crystalline water reflects the warm dark clouds, the twisted dead wood, the serene manor, and the worried woman. Then it melted into mist again and went up into the sky. Wait for the day when it will turn into snowflakes or raindrops again in the world.

The Eye of the Stars takes place every year in early spring. After the entrance exam, which is as harsh as winter. Everyone who was able to pass ushered in a spring-like new life.

Teacher Nika organizes a tour of the campus for new students. The elegant appearance and intellectual temperament have attracted a lot of attention. It will probably attract a new batch of admiration. But as a disciple of Dean Mel. Probably no one dares to have any bad ideas.

But in the middle of nowhere, in some remote corner of the Law College district. Master Monica, who is known to be eternally cold, is now looking nervous. The slender and slender fingers unconsciously entangled. In front of me was a first-year freshman.

The delicate appearance is like the masterpiece of a master carver. The light twitching of his slightly pointed ears testifies to his half-elf status. But he doesn't look like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old human boy.

"Don't be nervous. Although barely your senior brother. But this time I'm just asking you to take care of my life. After all, the Eye of the Stars can't bring followers. Arthur unceremoniously put Monica in front of him into the maid's column. But he is not arrogant.

Even Monica took it for granted. If it hadn't been for him, she probably wouldn't have been where she is today. But kindness is always something that will be quickly worn out by time. But the power behind Arthur became clearer as she became Mel's disciple. As for the money at the beginning. But no one will mention it again.

The clear and slightly childish voice made Monica's heart confused. I couldn't help but sigh secretly. Elves are such a race. But the elves are just as slow to mature. It was unbelievable to be able to have a fourteenth-level strength at such an age. Even Monica, who is quite a genius, is only thirteenth level strength herself.

The Eye of the Stars has a domain behind the mountains and the sea, so that it is not cold in the early spring. Instead, the warm sunlight shattered into countless pieces and sprinkled on the budding young grass.

Don't go past Monicaya and go to fulfill the true purpose of his trip. In simple terms. Arthur came to the Eye of the Stars just to see someone.

Follow the mountain trail up Garden Hill. When you are halfway up the mountain, you can look back and see the entire eye of the stars. And Arthur was going to the top of the garden, under a giant tree. The giant tree is an oak tree. But it doesn't look like an oak tree. The canopy is large enough to build a small village.

According to intelligence. The point is here. and personal meetings. It was clear who that man was Arthur. The founder of a powerful druid, Bloodthorn, has been unburdened and has taken up residence here. It's no wonder that there is such a big tree.

The time was not stated on the information. That means it's always available. That person should live right here. But Arthur circled the tree several times, and even climbed the branches to reach the canopy, but there was no sign of him.

Arthur was wondering. The tree trembled at his feet. An old voice came, "You're here." Quincy's descendants. ”

Arthur jumps off the tree. When I looked at the tree again, I appeared. I don't know when a stout and wrinkled old man's face appeared on the old tree. Staring at him at the moment. And that sound came out of this tree, not not a sound. Rather, it is telepathic like the communication of animals and plants.

Arthur asked hesitantly, "Are you in this tree or are you already a tree yourself?" ”

"The Gudruids are the most home. Merge with the silent one. Those who believe go to heaven to continue their faith. Contemplation can be reached to start a new contemplation. Only we are different. That's all there is to it. Or say. We alone are like all these things. That's all there is to it. ”

Arthur was silent. Know what happened when Gudruid died. Transform the body into oak. The stronger the power when you die. The bigger the oak tree became, the bigger it was, but the tree was a bit bigger. Then the soul gradually dissipates and merges with the world. But he didn't expect that the founder of Bloodthorn would also come to this point. "Aren't you supposed to be strong? However, no one has ever said that Bloodthorn was founded by the Gudruid. But it must have been a very powerful druid. It deserves to have a longer life.

"Strength is not the best criterion for judging a druid. You should understand this. And that's my own choice. ”

"Choosing to become a tree?" Arthur felt a little incredulous.

"Yes. I like trees," said the old man's voice, as if he still had a childlike innocence. "I like it from |. My father was a tree. My mother is also a tree. They are the ones who have always been there for me. It's just that I haven't seen them in years. Ever since I left Aoyama. ”

At the Aoyama headquarters, there is an oak forest called "Naga-no-mori". It's all made of dead druids. It is the sacred tomb of the druids. Even a druid who believed in the god of nature would have left behind such a big tree when he died. It's just that it doesn't have a soul like the oak tree that the druids turned into.

"It's soulless oak. The old voice reached Arthur's heart. Arthur was taken aback. The other party can actually peek into his thoughts.

"Don't worry. Since turning into an oak tree, it has become the best to listen and keep secrets. There are a lot of people who come here to confide in me their secrets. These secrets are as many as my leaves. ”

Arthur was slightly relieved. The founding of Thorn is really not to be underestimated.

"What are you asking me to come here for?" Arthur brought the conversation back to the purpose of the meeting.

"Nope. What did you ask me to come here for?" the old man's voice was full of banter, reaching Arthur's heart.

Arthur couldn't help but smile wryly, "You mean that." This is also the foreshadowing left by Quincy. It's because of him that you're like this. ”

"Nope. You're wrong. I don't know if the man who taught me the spell was Quincy's will. Although I had such an agreement with him. But it's just lip service. We all get it. Contracts can't bind people like you and me. All contracts are full of loopholes. There is an innate possibility of being broken. The punishment of the contract can only bind ordinary people. The only thing that can really restrain us is ourselves. That is, our fate. He knew that one day I would come here and become a big tree, and he understood this when he was done. Because that's my destiny. ”

Arthur lost his mind. Think wisely. Meaningless courage ushers in fate. Just when you thought you were escaping a fate, the real fate was there for a long time. There are not many people who can only find their own destiny.

We don't go to the bottom of our efforts to fight fate. And it is precisely in search of one's own destiny. The fate that has been written in the dark for a long time. This fate is not written on the loom of fate of the three goddesses of fate. It's in the depths of our souls.

Arthur asks himself what he is here for, and is he really chasing his own destiny?

The tree is speechless. Speechless is his title. Arthur was speechless. He is thinking about the so-called pursuit of the so-called destiny.

Until the sun sinks in the west, leaving a dazzling red on the sea level. Arthur finally looked up and said, "Please give me the secret you are keeping." That's all I need. I will also use my life to protect them. ”

"Is it decided? Isn't he? The knowledge I can pass on to you will triple your druid spells. Giving you power will allow you to enter the realm of legends in no time. Even so, do you still have to choose those secrets?"

"Yes, I'm looking for a name. I want to chase my luck. I want to know myself better. ”

"Okay. If that's what you think. Then I'm waiting here for this. Merely. You already know the answer. Isn't it?"

"I'd like to be more sure that the answers I have now are not firm enough. ”

"Accept the inquiries of the people. Also accept the doubts of fate. Someone else sues, now. I'll tell you without reservation. ”

The eyes of the distant stars have witnessed a strange sight for countless people. The giant tree at the top of the mountain lit up in the twilight. The entire canopy of the tree turned into a giant torch and burned.

Blurry. Countless faces slipped past me. Each one has undisguised joy, anger and sorrow. That's the truest self in the depths of my heart. At last. I saw a child sitting under a large tree. Two entangled trees to be exact.

The child's face was full of melancholy. Can an emotionless tree really carry that kind of longing? Autumn also gave him fruits and fallen leaves. But there is no difference. Whoever sits here will receive the same blessings

It's the same for everyone. It's the same for everyone.

The narrower the feelings, the easier it is to be understood. Because we're just mortals. The end of fraternity may be the warmth without feelings. Is that kind of warmth really warmth? But there's no denying it. Whether it's a small bird in the canopy. Or the children under the trees are all warmed in the same way.

When Arthur woke up again. Big trees are still big trees. As if the wanton burning just now was just an illusion. But he felt it clearly. Something burned out with the fire. The big tree in front of him was no longer waiting for Arthur. He. No. It was it that had finally found its destiny.

The Eye of the Stars still has a lot of knowledge that Arthur is interested in. Power alone cannot give life itself even a little bit of interest. The real fun is to find it yourself.

There are no seats in the auditorium. One by one, the speeches took turns on the stage. This is a very distinctive landscape of the Eye of the Stars. Anyone who wants to go and express their opinion on certain things. No matter how perverse your opinion is, as long as you can attract the audience, you win. Because in the face of boring speeches. At the same time, the student audience will laugh and even take a stand at any time. Don't expect them to give you even a modicum of respect.

At this time, a young man in a shabby mage robe stepped onto the stage. Immediately burst into boos. But the young man's face did not change. Or rather, he immediately began his speech.

"Death is a sure consequence. The shell is only a temporary dwelling. ”

"Here we go again. The person next to him wailed. Arthur inquired. The young man above is a spirit mage of the Necromancer Academy. He came here to conduct the "Death Teaching". To put it simply, I want everyone to agree that the world of the dead is the world of happiness. Everyone has become undead. The world will become a beautiful world.

"There was no hunger. There was no cold. Don't be afraid of any cruel environment. I won't get lost in my ego. But the mind can be sharper. ”

Someone in the audience scolded: "Who became that ghost." Locke immediately retorted, "Vanity is not good for calm thinking. It is precisely this shallow self-righteousness that the undead are trying to overcome. ”

It didn't take long for the stage to be in and out of the stage. Locke single-handedly challenged almost everyone present. Arthur couldn't help but be impressed. His ideas himself would not have accepted. But in its own right. It's hard to be broken by other ideas. It can be said that it is not without reason. Maybe it's like he said. Everyone has become a skeleton, and there is no such big anger. No, at that time, I would probably start to compare who had whiter bones. How is it possible for emptiness to be removed from the human soul?

But at this time. Monica burst in. Walked up to Arthur and pulled him out. He didn't care about the wide eyes of others. Arthur Min. I'm afraid something big has happened. On weekdays, Nika is evasive from contact with him in the academy. It has never been like this today.

Get out the door. Arthur asked, "What's the matter?"

Nika led the way and said without looking back, "Teacher Mel wants to see you." ”

Arthur said "oh" and said no more. But it also sped up the pace.

An ordinary mage's living room. Mel was standing there pondering. Monica whispered, "Mr. Mel." ”

Mel turned around and said, "It's been a long time since I've seen Arthur." Let's go to the half-plane. With that, he turned to Monica and asked, "Are you going?" Nika hesitated and nodded.

The space door unfolds. The three disappeared in the original. This was Arthur's second visit to the half-plane of Daumer. Only this time it appeared directly in the Mage Tower. Mel invited the two disciples to sit down. The mechanical servant serves tea.

"A new wave of death is coming. ”

The tide of death Arthur is known. Not only Ado. It can even be said that there is no one on the continent who does not know. Located in the northeastern corner of the continent there is a Death Canyon. It is the abode of the lich Naozu. After a few hundred years. will attack the entire land. The "tide of death" of people. Once the Capital of the Dead was repulsed by the Coalition. A death is indeed a great calamity. So much so that it also has another name, "Scourge of the Dead". But this will never make Mel-sensei in the legendary realm so uneasy.

Wait for the two to digest the news. Mel continued: "It's been a rough patch in the north lately. The orcs seem to be preparing for a great military operation. Arthur understood immediately. Surprised: "You mean union? The tide of death in the past. The Lich King leads his army of the undead in an indiscriminate attack. No alliances will be accepted. Even surrender and compromise. This allows the various forces to put aside their prejudices and unite. ”

Mel gave Arthur a thumbsgiving look, "That's what worries me the most." The Lich King should have no supremacy over the continent. The tide of deaths in the past also served another purpose. Someone once asked him why he did it. He said it was the important entertainment he brought to the mainland. If he wants to unite with any force. Then no one can refuse him, even if he knows that there is a big risk. ”

Arthur gasped, "If the orcs are allied with the undead." The northern defense line built by Na Dezhi will be vulnerable.

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"So we have to do something. ”

Then Arthur learned. The three-headed Golden Dragon King sent invitations to all the legends on the continent. Invite them to the Dragon Council in the Sky City for a consultation. And Yah was also invited.

No matter what kind of Yi Group it represents. But it's still a life in itself. Elves too. Druids too. Humans too. The gambling room is just to divide the big cake of the De Grasse continent. But if the cake is stepped on. That would harm everyone's interests at the same time. No one wants that.

Even if it was expected. But the luxury of the lineup still amazed Arthur. There are more than a dozen strange strengths that have been invited. Any one of these can affect the situation on the mainland. It's just that he was also lined up as invited, which made Arthur a little worried. It's a good thing that people pay attention. Unusual attention is probably a bad thing. Fortunately, it wasn't a dragon who handed him the invitation. It also made Ya's heart feel a little calmer.

Mel said: "The metal dragon has always regarded itself as the maintenance of continental balance. But there hasn't been such a big move for many years. This can also be seen. These big lizards are afraid of the old skeleton. I guess the reason why I invited you was because of the giant soldiers. ”