Green City does not have walls, as long as 500 Sari depth and endless swamps, dense forest is the best barrier. But it has a city gate, the ancient pillars half leaning on the white crystal-like shattered star lake. The lake is like a polished mercury mirror, reflecting the serenity of Tyrian forest into two parts above and below the water.
Nieron's feast describes that the Lord of Rituals gave Tia mercy and love, and the divine tears dripping from the stars turned into the Lake of Broken Stars. Drusillia always thought that this claim was a lie, that the Lake of Broken Stars was much older than the appearance of the Lord of Rituals, but the priests and the faithful were convinced of the ridiculous lie. The elven princess stood alone by the lake, the breeze ruffling her hair and skirt, she felt the cold.
Rameshirai looked at Drusilla's back, the sunset tearing the shadow long and sharp. It's too sad, her back should be bright and not lonely, the young ranger said to himself. He stepped forward and let the shadows become a pair.
"Rameshlei, what do you see against this lake?"
"Peace."
"I used to think so, but now, I see only dead silence. The lake is dead, it is blocked, it is suppressed, all water flow is cut off, no more living water is pumped in, it depends on gnawing on past savings to survive. It tries to die, but two things called "tradition" and "etiquette" suppress all the cries under the surface of calm, and these two things give rise to more dregs, arrogance, prejudice, closure, etc."
Ramesirai looked down at his palms, these hands are full of blood, it has killed 57 human slave catchers, the fishy smell seeped into the marrow, but every year there are still the cries of the elves lost loved ones echoed through the forest, the ranger's resistance is weaker and weaker. The shackles of the Tia elves he is not as comprehensive as the princess to see, but experienced deep into the soul.
"Yes." Ramesirai echoed, "Now there is an alien river trying to make contact, and though we do not know whether it brings poisonous juice or living water, at least there is a way to live."
He glanced scornfully at the chief priest admonishing the temple guards in the distance, the same one who had spoken so impassionedly at the council in sick turtle-like tones. "The dike of the Lord of Rituals fell from the sky, viciously extinguishing the lake's flame of hope, and also attempting to retrograde the stream to annihilate all change. When the bowstring sounds, the deal will fail. Leah, go back and do not let this despicable sight sting your heart."
Drusillia shook her head, no expression on her face. "I will watch how Nieron's bowstring strangles Tia's neck."
The sickly dusky sunset hid itself beneath the horizon, and the silvery disk of the moon rose. Vlamir kept missing.
"Why isn't it coming?" A sense of anxiety before pronouncing a death sentence had the princess pacing back and forth.
"Maybe ... he's fixing his lashes for his big eyes."
Drusillia gave Rameshirai a blank look, his sneers were always so bad. A commotion came from behind them, and there were elves shouting within the green capital. Rameshirai and the priest leading the group immediately sent someone to inquire and soon reported, "Silver Unikorn seen."
Unikorn? Drusilla in the mind to check this term, fairy tales with a one-horned divine horse on the head, four hooves on the moonlight, will appear in the lost elves to guide them home peacefully, and then step on the moonlight to return to the stars, commonly known as ... unicorn.
Ramesilai eagerly asked, "Where did the news come from?"
"It started with the villages on the outskirts of the green capital, someone saw the white and silver figure flash by, several villages then, it sounded as if it was circling around the green capital. Then it was just seen from the watchtower, tall horses with long, pointed horns."
Unicorns? Does this have anything to do with Flamir? Fairy tale creatures ... Drusillia almost slapped herself, dragons are fairy tale creatures too!
Drusillia and Rameshirai looked at each other and both saw the glint in each other's eyes. Rameshirai said excitedly, "I knew it, anything that has to do with that dragon can't be judged by common sense."
"Under the glorious gaze of the supreme being! There is nothing to hide from all foreigners! Tighten your bowstrings and fill your arrows! Prepare to destroy any ugly evil!" The priest's chant was still impassioned, and the speed of his words was silent.
Ramesilee watched coldly as the chief priests divided the temple guards into teams and moved them to various locations in the green capital, and asked, "Lina, do we need to assign men?"
"No, if it's really Vladimir, then whatever he's doing will definitely end up at the city gates."
"Look at the lake!" A shout came from the crowd in the distance, it was Villette, who also ran to the city gate chasing after Unikorn's trail.
The floating water mist was dispersed by an invisible force, like a slowly drawn curtain. The black night forms the background, the starry sky is the stage, a large four-hoofed creature stands above the water, the water reflected in the stars of the sky are in jealousy desperately flashing, but this can not hide the silvery white light emitted by the fur, it is silent, all the colors because it is dull.
The spiraling horns, about the length of an elf's arm, stand at 45 degrees to the top of the head, and the fluffy mane grows from the top of the head to the end of the spine. The amethyst-like pupils proclaim nobility, and the chin has a palm-length white beard. It raises its front hooves and drops hard, shattering the peace.
The unicorn began to run wildly, stepping on the surface of the lake at an incredible pace without falling, the reflection of the moon was crushed by the rippling waves, spreading into a band of light, indicating its path.]] "Stepping on the moonlight ...," murmured the elves as if in a dream. It was not until the sound of even hooves breaking through the grass approached that they realized with a start that the holy creature had broken through the chains of the fairy tale to break into reality and was standing just outside the gates of the green capital, staring at a large group of elves from afar with graceful decorum.
Druhilya looked back with a leap of faith, all the elves had an expression of awe at having their souls drawn away, especially the chief priestess who froze with her mouth opening and closing, simply giving her the urge to let out a laugh, and it was clear to her that the situation was about to flip.
"Honorable chief priest, you may order the destruction of the 'evil'."
The chief priest had never been in such a dilemma as he was at this moment. He didn't know what kind of trick this was for the evil dragon, but he couldn't rebuke the holy creature in public even if it was against his will. More than 500 elves had gathered at the gates, and more were arriving, and the distant towers were swarming with spectators; to shoot it would be a blow to the spread of the supreme being's faith.
"This is an illusion of the evil dragon, a trick to deceive the foolish ..."
"Is that so." Drusillia did not bother to argue with him and walked straight towards the unicorn with a victorious stance. A temple guard tried to get in front of the princess, and Rameshirai's shoulder swayed knocking him to the ground.
In a crowd of surprised eyes Drusilla saluted the unicorn with a greeting, just as she had the last time she saw Lysatos. If the guy in front of her spat at her or turned his head and ran leaving the princess with a rolling horse's butt, Drusilla would be in an extremely awkward position, but she won the bet last time and she wouldn't lose this time.
"Hora White Mane, here to visit on behalf of the White Mane Pack and the Pack Alliance, pure and good elves, greetings to you." The White Mane leader's voice was thick and the Tyrian language was spoken in a raw voice.
"Druhilya Shamanirra ... Garland Nord, here to welcome you, Hora White Mane, on behalf of the Tyrian Forest and the Garland Nord royal family."
The exclamations rose and fell, and from the moment the unicorn spoke, "it" became "he", and with it the elven princess was tinted with a mysterious and spiritual glow.
"Likewise, you are welcome, Flamir." At the end of the sentence, a flash of light, the magic-eyed governor Vlamir appeared next to the unicorn.
"Your wisdom is something I admire, beautiful princess."
Of course, I always win.
Drusillia could see that Vlamir did dress up, the appearance did not change, but some of the temperament and feel completely different, no longer look so stimulating aesthetic ability, the princess who had seen him twice sensitive to detect the gap. Magic, this contact Tia more and more frequent use of power diverse.
Benefit from the [Eagle's Radiance] spell influence, the elves did not scream in fear when they saw the giant-eyed creature, of course, this is related to the order of appearance arranged by Flamir.
"I came with my master's orders and Hora, hoping to strike a deal with the Tia elves: to allow the unicorn community to stay in the forest and make an alliance.
Drusillia was astonished that a large herd of unicorns had joined the forest of Tyria! The pros and cons were put aside, but the decision was in the hands of the Clan King and the Council, and all she could do was try to get the issue delivered to the Elven King.
"I'm sorry, but the Council of Elders has decreed that there can be no 'trade' with the Torch Mage this time."
Reading words is the basic skill of a salesman, and Flamir immediately waved his fluorescent tentacles and changed his words, "Aaaaaaah, of course it's not a trade, my master will not use any intelligent creature for sale, it's a request. As a thank you for agreeing to the request, my master will also give 500 sets of refined weapons to the royal family of Tyria ..."
While the princess and the dragon's servant were talking eloquently, the chief priest noticed that the ranger of the city protector had stealthily surrounded the ranks of the temple guards. The High Priest of Ophasis had taught him to always take control of the initiative. Now he had failed the high priest, the foolish princess who rejected the faith of the supreme being was dealing with the devil's attendant, and all the elves were under the spell, and as a fervent follower of Nieron, he needed to take steps to wrench everything back to the right ritual ...
Thousands of curious elves watched on tiptoe. Rameshirai squeezed next to Villette and asked mockingly, "Great merchant, see the eyes?"
The elfess was in tears, God knows how to see the "eyes" from an eyeball bigger than her head, he did not even have eyebrows.
Ramesile said in a high tone: "I see it, twisted, dirty, disgusting ..."
"The eyes?" Villette was partly shocked.
"No, your eye shit."
...
"I'll bite you to death." Just as Villette finished speaking, she noticed that Rameshirai's face was fierce and killing intent burst out of her eyes. But she immediately realized that the killing intent was not aimed at herself.
The chief priest recited the doxology of the Lord of Rituals silently, took out a pair of rigid crossbows from under his wide sacrificial robe, and pulled the trigger.
"Swoosh!"
Drusillia subconsciously turned around and reached out to grab the crossbow.
And Vlamir smiled darkly in his heart, the chief priest pulled the trigger when the magic eye governor used a silent class spell.