Eleven elves bled on the spot, and for some inexplicable reason, the temple of the Lord of Rituals never had a blood sacrifice.
The rangers were shocked and aimed their bows and arrows at the priests, they didn't know why they did it, they just felt safe. The young princess was in for a big shock. She used to think that the priests were lonely and cold-blooded, and only then did they not take the lives of their compatriots seriously, but now she realized that they did not take their own lives seriously either, and that the power of faith was so powerful.
The high priest of Orpheus felt that his internal organs were emptied, and his limbs were weak and sore. He stared closely at the gradually dissipating aura realm, he sensed when Nieron withdrew his divinity, but was not sure how the battle was going. The chief priests were certain to die, and with the sacrifice of eleven high-ranking priests, half of the temple's backbone was lost. The brutal blood sacrifice also scared the ordinary believers, who were loyal to the Lord of Rituals, but could not accept such "loyalty".
The next period of time, the temple is sure to have some turmoil, the devotion of believers face a test, if the supremacist action failed ... Orpheus prepared for the worst.
Successful churches must have the support of fanatics, but the priests of the pantheon must not be fanatics, their one-track mindset can not bring about faith prosperity. And O'Fathis would not fall into this category.
"Whew!"
Lysatos' figure enveloped the altar, and the strong wind shook it. The princess and the high priest stared dead at the golden dragon, expecting a different outcome.
"Hello again, Your Highness."
Failure! Opharsis was dismayed for a few seconds and immediately pulled himself together.
"Just call me Druhiria. I'm sorry, Torch Mage, but if the priests use dishonorable tactics against you, please tell ..."
The princess did not finish her words, and anger shot out of her eyes. She saw Opharsis pull the dagger from her colleague's heart, blood staining the sacrificial robe. The high priest greeted and staggered over. Only half of the priests and guards responded, following the Patriarch and drawing their swords against him. The rest of the elves were in a trance, wandering to look at their compatriots who had fallen on the altar, trembling.
"Hand over the body." He said to the golden dragon, but the dagger pointed at the princess. Meaning, I can't beat you, and the pantheon goes all out to kill Drusillia and destroy the trade.
Drusillia did not see the sinister intentions of Opharsis, the young girl gritted her teeth and said in one word: "Great! Lord! Sacrifice! Tia elves' hospitality rituals have been thrown into the swamp by you, what more do you want!"
"Hand over the body." Opharsis was unmoved.
Lysatos thought it was funny, threatening a foreigner with the life of a fellow race. But it did work, he didn't care if the High Priest moved, but now he couldn't let Tia have civil unrest.
"Take it." From the dragon claw hanging from the sublime bracelet threw out the remnants of the body, the gruesome and hideous appearance scared a lot of elves, none of them recognized that this is the chief priest.
Orpheus looked at it and took off his sacrificial robe to cover the corpse. Silently move out of the way.
Drusillia did not want to say another word to the madman, and the torch mage left directly. On the way, the princess asked about the corpse, and Lysatos smiled and said, "That's the hammer, a very big hammer."
"Hammer?"
Lysatos laughed and didn't say anything. It was indeed a war hammer, disguised as a corpse by a shape-shifting spell. The real mutilated corpse was still carried in the sublime bracelet, which was the most important trophy of the Golden Dragon's trip, so how could it be handed over.
All the way on foot, the princess some nervousness around the vigilance, fearing that something else will happen. Lysatos, on the other hand, contacted his butler.
In the mind link, Vlamir asked, "Master, the link was broken for 43 minutes, are you okay?"
"Very well, the battle was fruitful. I was about to go to the Elven King's state banquet."
"I'm afraid you won't be able to finish this meal. 20 minutes ago, the troops on the border started to move, should we interfere?
"There is no need, just go with the flow, my goods can be tested in real life. War is the Christmas of the arms dealer, you prepare the weapons."
"As ordered."
Dragons and elves of the party finally saw the city gates, Drusilla breathed a sigh of relief. Into the unexpected change of invitation into the right track, the elven king stood at the gates of the city and waited. Not that the royal family is too polite, according to the size of Lysatos, to enter the green capital must be the ancient city gates and streets all demolished.
Lysatos suddenly leapt into the air, the already radiant figure glowing brightly, the dragon turned into a cloud of flame. The elves were dumbfounded for a moment and found a stream of flames separating and coalescing on the ground to take shape. As all the clouds of fire converged, the stream of flame changed into a male elf.
The elf slapped away the flames, his long hair was completely golden, not the ordinary light gold, as the strong light shining golden threads, glittering. His face is more rigid compared to the Tia elves lines, lighter skin tone, a little more majestic. The long and pointed ears are not different, adding a bit of friendliness. Eyes are also golden, but it is easy to recognize the identity of the dragon, because the pupil is a vertical slit.
Embellished with various colored gemstones vestments are exceptionally gorgeous, and more strikingly, the surface of the vestment is embroidered with two revitalized golden dragons, who playfully fight with each other, flying from the left sleeve to the collar, and from the collar to the hem.
"I am deeply honored that Lysatos Torchflame has been invited here, Your Majesty." The golden dragon, whose voice was also rougher than the elves', gave the king a mage's salute.
As the king of a clan, it was a basic quality to be unperturbed by changes. While the princess still grew her mouth to gawk, the elven king warmly welcomed, while gesturing wildly behind his back. In order to meet Lysatos, the green capital artisans urgently rushed the super giant dining table (door plate), super giant napkin (carpet), super giant toothpick (spear), super giant ... now are not used, and then take out too humiliating.
Along the way the Elf King and Princess took turns to introduce the green capital scenery and historical background, Lesatos also showed interest in the artistic connotations. The atmosphere is quite cordial, we all have a tacit agreement never to mention the temple.
Enter the palace, Lysatos in the west of the guest seat. There was originally a chair in addition to the elven father and daughter, but the high priest certainly will not come. Elven maids of honor brought silver plates with light steps, even the smallest spoons were fully engraved with elven paintings.
The elves of Saraph are not vegetarians, and rabbit, bird and other small mammals are on the menu. Although the Tia have a light taste and an aversion to sizzling, greasy cuts of meat, that doesn't mean the only seasoning is salt. The Tia forest is the largest source of spices in Saraf, and the pepper, which is not popular with the elves, can be exchanged for the equivalent of gold in the outside world.
Before the feast, Lysatos presented two magical wonders to the elven king and princess respectively. Drucilla, now itching to hear "magic", looked curiously at the small carved wooden box.
"May I open it?"
"Be my guest."
The Elf King's box contained a green crystal, slightly smaller than the palm of your hand, polished into a disc, a finger thick. The center of the crystal disk was of very good translucency, and was of the highest quality to the elf's harsh eye.
"[All Seeing Eye] crystal disk, hold it in your hand, the mind silently, you can see the scene within 10 sari. Can penetrate buildings, but must have seen at least the outside of the destination, does not work on territories protected by anti-detection spells. Available 1 time per day for 5 minutes each time."
The Elf King inclined his head and thought for a moment, and the image appeared on the crystal disk from light to dark. In the ceremonial hall of the temple, the high priest of Orpheus was holding the long handle of a war hammer and froze, with a tangled expression of dullness, confusion and anger on his face, almost making the Elf King burst out laughing, knowing each other for hundreds of years, he saw his old rival look like this for the first time.
"A wonderful creation, I like it very much."
Drusillia could hardly wait to open the box, and to her disappointment, there was only a plain gold ring inside, without any carvings. The princess looked at Lysatos in confusion.
"[Ring of Coquettishness]. Allows the wearer to equate constant [Coquettish Speech], and can directly hear and speak the language of any intelligent creature without learning, but cannot read or write."
The princess understood at once that this was too useful. Drusillia had been running around trying to coordinate the unicorns, and communication had become a big problem. Unicorns have an average talent for languages, and the Tia language is so slow to learn that she is considering learning the Wood language.
A pleasant banquet, the elven king did not bring up specific trade at the table, bargaining is a matter for the subordinates. There was a constant exchange of ideas on philosophy, art, and religion.
"The traditional perception of Saraph is this continent beneath your feet." Lysatos sliced off a slice of red citrus venison, slightly spicy and sour to his liking. "But on a broader level, Salaver refers to the land, the sea, and the sky combined, and the sum of their space is [the realm]."
"Are there many realms?"
"It is difficult to count. But most of them are full of various harsh environments that are not suitable for outsiders to survive except for the native races of that realm. The most important of them is the material plane like Saraph, which is the terminal point of the universe's operation."
"How did you come to Saraph? What is between realms and realms."
"Through the astral realm. That is the land of the mind, which is not space and does not have time, yet is infinitely vast." Lysatos picked up a pair of flesh-cutting dinner knives, one in each hand. "Suppose they are planes, now meeting half a meter apart. We shrink by half, it's a quarter of a meter, and by half again, it's an eighth of a meter ... Imagine they keep halving their distance, getting closer together but never touching, and the star world is in this minuscule gap."
Drusillia dizzy: "You just said the star world is infinitely vast?"
"Indeed, large and small, far and near, it is a matter of spiritual perception. Let me emphasize again, the astral world is the land of the mind, the spirit witnessed the distance, the spirit felt the space. And it can't actually be measured, all units of space - length, volume, volume ... have no meaning."
The Elf King still smiled haughtily, and Drusillia's eyes were full of stars.
Lysatos sighed, making the brain that has not learned the basics of mage, understand too abstract concepts a little difficult.
"To make an analogy, the star world is the sea, but endless, there is no bottom or surface. And the realm is the bubble suspended in the sea." A one-sided perception is better than no perception at all.
Lysatos was about to explain the dimensional management of the Astral Plane when the Elven King's chief guard suddenly interrupted the conversation, and he came rushing in. The chief guard whispered a few words, and the Elven King changed his color abruptly. He stood up and said, "Once again, I'm sorry, Torch Mage, the banquet can only go so far."
"That's okay, there will be many opportunities later."
"Although no detailed consultation on the details has taken place, could you first ..."
"I understand, your majesty. I will provide two thousand short swords of fine iron, two thousand round shields of iron. And fifty thousand metal arrows. The account is on credit for now, but the quantity is so large that you will have to send someone to the river valley to pick it up."
"A million thanks, once again." The Elf King bowed sincerely.
Instead of transforming and flying away, Lysatos flashed white light and teleported directly back to the demiplane.
"Father?" Drusillia was extremely uneasy, she had already guessed what had happened.
The Elf King said heavily: "The Eastern Kingdom and the Southern City State have joined forces, and tens of thousands of humans have divided into several hundred teams to invade the forest!"