Chaos and order, good and evil, these are the two biggest enemies of the multiverse. From the beginning of the universe, the four highest forces have never stopped devouring and destroying each other, their wars have given birth to countless intelligent races, and their games have built the foundation of the laws of the realms.
In the endless struggle, they tore each other, while throwing their own essence, the remnants of these wars with the intention of all beings fusion, giving rise to many times a level of cosmic force, such as war, peace, life, death, etc..
The development of the entire universe is actually the history of the struggle of the Force.
When the war of the Force has reached a certain level, a balance emerges. The two rivals sitting at the ends of the seesaw, occasionally vicious stomp a foot, grimace trying to crush the old rival, and not long after the other foot pressed back. In the game of one high and one low, beings flourished and fought in the epitome of war.
About three hundred years ago, the overwhelming seesaw was finally crippled and the balance was no longer there. Chaos and evil colluded to map power to the foulest and filthiest underbelly of the multiverse - the bottomless abyss.
There are countless realms in the abyss, all filled with the power of chaos and evil, and no one knows how many realms there are or how many kinds of demons there are.
There are three monarchs in the abyss, and they are the most powerful lords. Rewarded by the power of the great universe, the monarchs and their demonic subordinates' power skyrocketed. Almost at the same time, the spurt of demons pushed into hell, beating the shit out of their opponents, the demons of the evil camp of the order.
The bloody war that lasted for tens of thousands of years came to an end, and after a brief period of infighting, three kings reached an unreliable agreement on foreign expansion.
The first monarch was a scheming ambitious man, full of crazy plans. He said, "I will go to the very top of the universe, tear off the benevolent wings of the gods, and let justice perish forever." So he climbed and climbed, and with a tidal wave of demons and demon lords he attacked the mountain of heaven, raising his serpentine sword high and slaying many gods.
"Did he succeed?" Drusillia asked, like a little girl listening to a fairy tale, full of tension.
He failed, and after paying a huge price, the three gods of Paradise Mountain repelled the demon monarch and seriously wounded him. But with Heavenly Mountain full of devastation and the three gods in a deep sleep, it was hard to tell if they could hold off the next attack.
The second monarch was on the opposite side of death, controlling the power of "immortality" and salivating over the Death Force. He said to the third king, "You two fools go ahead and kill, I will take the underworld into my arms, and all souls of all beings will be my slaves after death." The power of the underworld was weaker than that of the heavenly mountains, and only a young and powerful god and an old and feeble one held fast.
"I guess the second monarch failed too." Druhiria hoped that the theory of "good over evil" was still valid.
To some extent, he succeeded. The second monarch took his men, stepped into the underworld, and never returned. No one knows what happened, after the king entered, the underworld was completely closed. Like the darkest abyss, it was silent, until now.
Whether Monarch controls death or not is unknown, but chaos and the evil Force wins another game. The closure of the underworld represents a corner of the pillar of balance collapsed, the agreement of the gods and humans nearly collapsed, mortals have nowhere to go after death, the gods had to collect the souls of believers themselves. Those that could not be collected either became nothing under the wear and tear of the laws of the realms, or were sucked into the abyss to become the nourishment of demons.
The third monarch, the most powerful one, took the first two in his eyes and decided to draw away the cornerstone of the temple of the gods from the bottom up, as he marched into the main material world.
Drusillia let out a cry of alarm, far away mythology may well threaten the elves, she was a little frightened.
Lysatos reassured: "Do not worry, he went to Feren, that is is the root of the gods. Saraph is remote and barren by comparison, he won't come here."
The princess was a little relieved and then asked, "What happened? Please do tell me he failed too."
"As you wish." Lysatos cocked his head, "He just went out and got knocked out."
"What happened?"
"That would have something to do with what I'm about to say about the druid, move on." Lysatos led the way, leading Drusilla into a deep underground passage, Rameshira was asked to stay outside.
The passage was long and winding, with large piles of barriers and gates along the way, and more magical traps and seals than Drusilla could understand. There must be something very important down there, the princess thought.
Gradually, some kind of hazy sense was perceived by Druhiria, and she felt déjà vu. It felt like morning dew, new shoots, crisp birdsong, and in general reminded her of the most soothing experience in the Tyrian forest. The further she went down, the stronger the sensation became, and the view became strange. Plants appeared in the rocky passages, all kinds of herbs and woody plants, as well as flowers, squeezing out of the cracks in the rocks, most of which could not possibly grow underground without seeing the light.
Lysatos opened the last door and Drusillia almost thought she saw a crazy garden, a hall packed with all kinds of plants that could not be entered.
Druhilya eyes wandered, fixed in the temple of half-space, a small acorn floating, emitting a faint green light. The previous sense is derived from the acorn, and now face it directly to sense ten times stronger. Princess gradually out of focus, she "see" more, the fruit planted into the land, sun and rain, sprouting and growing, into a jungle. The growth process is not a calm, hail broke branches, forest fire scorched leaves. But the jungle stubbornly continues until the end of its life, and the decaying body becomes the nutrient for the next generation of fruits.
Druhiria felt herself become the trees, become the land, become the sun, melting into the cycle of nature, living and multiplying ...
"It's okay." Lysatos suddenly interrupted, a few spirit-boosting spells down, the princess woke up like a dream.
"What was that ...?" Drusillia got out of her fantasy, but still looked at the acorn in ecstasy.
"[Seed of Sifanas]. Back up a bit and look, it's so powerful that over-indulgence will cause you to mentally merge into nature and think you're a rock or a seed, pretty much dead."
Druhiria took a few steps back a little reluctantly.
"Continue the unfinished epic. There was a great deity known as the Father of the Oaks, Sifanas. He is the voice of the natural Force and follows the natural path of reincarnation and balance. Sifanas vowed to end the demonic ravages of balance, and the [Temple of Nature] realm in which he drew the life and wrath of nature trembled with it."]] "The Father of Oaks is the mighty divine power of Godhead 19, already standing at the top of the universe. Such an existence ignited the divine body with divine fire and burst forth with unparalleled power by way of self-sacrifice. On that day, the multiverse trembled as the power of Sifanas struck the Third Monarch who had just left the abyss, sealing him in the rift of the long river of time and space. And when the Godhead collapsed, 19 fragments shot to all corners of the universe, this, among others."
Drusillia sighed a word: "That is remarkable. Shall we make offerings to this great deity?"
"There is no need for that, to venerate the path of nature is to believe in nature itself, not to mention that Sivanas has fallen."
"What about the ... druids?" Drusillia liked the term, and not just because there were two syllables that shared her name.
"To follow the natural path of reincarnation and balance, to gain the affirmation and favor of nature, that is the druid. A powerful profession that can talk to animals, trees and even mountains and rivers, call upon the energy of fire, ice and lightning, and transform into elemental or powerful creatures. And this [Seed of Sivanas] is a natural bridge to communicate with nature."
Druhilya listened to the dazzling, murmured: "... knowledge gives inheritance, faith unites the spirit, power protects the race, the combination of the three, there is no more than this very suitable path for Tia ... "
She asked excitedly, "Torch mage, I want to get the druid, you make a price! How many gold coins?"
Lysatos straightened up and looked at Drusillia with a condescending and odd look of silence. The princess had seen this kind of look, long ago, when Villette was killing the price with the insatiable dwarf, she looked at each other like this, which was saying: you can't afford it."
Drusillia calmed down, such a powerful treasure, a fragment from a god and a legacy of spell power, measured in gold coins was indeed a bit ridiculous. "What do you need? As long as the elves have it, you are at liberty."
Lysatos said, "I have a few conditions."
"Please say."
"First, all of Tia's Kaguya light stones are given to me. To tell the truth, that is a relatively precious spell material that I aspire to obtain."
Drusilla didn't hesitate to answer, "No problem, I can promise on behalf of the Elven King."
"Let's finish the first one first before we talk about the later conditions. The most important thing for a druid is the understanding of nature and reincarnation, which I can teach. How do you intend to expose Tia?"
Lysatos was planning to set up an elven academy, he came to teach the first druids, although laborious, but can greatly strengthen the future control of the elves. But Drusillia gave him an unexpected answer.
The princess smiled cunningly as she asked, "I remember you said that you had been apprenticed to an elf, would you mind taking another one now?"
Lysatos raised an eyebrow.