The fierce golden dragon will be fat and bloated snow peak girl day into a lean and strong dark rocky man, the process of ferocious fierce let the gods lose color, the strange monster wailing, the spectators from hell on the spot strong jerk ashes. After the fierce battle flowed down the vast juice, its power lasting and wild.
The above statement is from Flamir's description of the cause of the Great Flood. Incidentally, although every word is consistent with the facts, Lysatos still put a fat beating on the magic eye.
Millions of tons of meltwater from the snowy mountains burst the narrow, low and shallow river banks, and the underground river level overflowed out. The biggest problem was not this, the aftermath of the spell of eternal blazing sun created a hot and fiery airflow, while and the strong blast of divine punishment generated a shock wave that pushed the airflow and hit the monsoon that sowed the rain. The remaining rain would have cooled at the top of the mountain, turning into ice and snow to rest here, but like a resentful woman driven out by a domestic violence husband, crying and shaking the moisture clean.
Under the two-sided attack, the earth's self-circulatory system could not bear it and tilted the excess water to the southern lowlands, and a roaring flood came.
Green capital city gate, rescue task force is about to depart.
The Elf King tied the latch of his daughter's cloak with his own hands and took two steps back to watch. Drusillia waist wrapped around the 5 Sami long tight wearable rope, feet in waterproof leather boots, long hair with ribbons tied into a ponytail for easy movement, a look of spirit and competence.
It's like an elven woman general in an epic, the elven king sighed. Behind the formidable female general, there were 200 members of the rescue team in full gear, mostly rangers, but also civilians who volunteered to join. Then behind is several times the backup support, tents, food and water, the most important is a special pointed canoe, can sit three people, but the weight is light enough to be resisted by one hand.
A time of emotion: "My daughter has also grown up, I this old and decrepit box can no longer hide the light of the green capital emerald stone, wait for your rescue back to consider marriage, must find a partner who can match you."
Drusillia face a red, "father what are you saying, I can not let go of you."
"In can't let go of home also have to marry out ah."
Father and daughter said goodbye with a gentle hug. The princess crossed her father's shoulder and saw the temple priests and their rescue team. The Green City was already divided, with the royal family retaining only a nominal subordination to the Temple forces, each in its own way. And Ophasis will not be willing to play the role of the villain, also sent a large team, seems to intend to rescue into a show of fame.
A few prying eyes peeked at father and daughter, but were swept back by Drusilla's cold eyes, after becoming a druid the princess acted much harder.
She whispered in her father's ear: "I'll take the team north, the military strength inside the green capital will be weak ..."
"Shhh." The Elf King whispered in the same soft voice. "Everything is under control."
"I hope to see you greeting me at the palace gate when I return, safe and sound, or I will never marry for the rest of my life."
"No problem, my triumphant female general."
"You promise?"
"Promise."
...
The elven king looked despondently at the distant back, feeling for the first time that the years are merciless to him. Shaking his head and walking back, there is still a pile of relief resolutions waiting to be packed in the royal palace.
Ritual hall, Ophasis high priest reverent worship, murmuring whispers echo like a ghost: "... sin will end in the flood, Tia will be reborn in the fire of divine punishment ... "
---------- ---------- ---------- ---------- ---------- --- The northern part of the Tyrian Forest receives abundant rainfall all year round, and the low-lying terrain forms large swamps and small lakes, with a dense network of water strung through each other. The number of elves living here is only a few thousand, most of whom flee to the south in advance when the water level rises, but there are still scattered elves who live deep in the swamps and rely on fishing and hunting for their livelihood.
With his twenty-six-year-old daughter in his arms, Neham waited for death in the desperate torrent. Because his daughter was too young to evacuate the low-lying areas in time, when the reaction his fishing boat and house were all submerged under the 3sa-meter-deep yellow-brown torrent. He sat on the branch of a small tree, clutching his daughter. He was not far from a few tall and sturdy trees, but even a belt did not have, and how to cross the floodwaters against the flow of the past. Waiting, the cruelest deposit of death, looking at the unattainable life, waiting for the small trees to be washed away.
"Daddy, are we going to die?" The daughter squinted and buried her face in her father's chest, though it was all the same cold and damp.
"Why yes." Neham smiled weakly, pale comfort more feeble than a creaking twig. "We will be rescued, there will always be someone who comes, and perhaps the great Nieron can hear my prayers."
My daughter muttered, "I don't like Him, the face on the painting is too serious and scary, how nice it would be to have a beautiful goddess."
Yeah, when did we have our own gods ...
The branch finally snapped, and with one arm around his daughter, Neiham jumped in a paddle-friendly position, expecting to catch the next tree. But he was wrong, even if familiar with the water for hundreds of years of hunters can not navigate the flood. It is too violent, too variable, the water under the surface of a dozen turbulent streams each can make him lose forward force.
A branch hit the spine, the lungs of the air bubbles with the smell of blood spit out, up and down in the chaos of the daughter floating away from the hands. Neham frantically searched through the turbulent waters, finding it hard to believe that even his last journey would take away his only one.
The eyes are blurred, the flood of mud and debris in the leaves make the eyes painful, but compared to the brain and lungs nearly exploded pain is nothing. Consciousness is gradually blurred, vaguely feel that the body is no longer drifting along the water, seems to hit a flexible wall. Then an unreasonable buoyancy held him upward.
The first breaths of air and splashes of water entered his lungs in a flurry, choking and coughing, and Neiham was lifted up by a pair of strong arms and raised his eyes for a glance, so beautiful and incomparable ... days! He was confused for a moment before recognizing that it was actually the princess.
"Breathe evenly, you're safe." Drusillia helped him stand firm. The elven hunter discovered to his horror that they were actually standing on the water!
A piece of water that can accommodate five people lying horizontally without ripples, and the boundaries of the raging turbid waves are clear. The elf princess stood in the center, directing the water elemental platform to move. In addition to Neiham, there was another rescued person on the platform - a rainforest split-toothed leopard. The fierce feline at the top of the Tyrian forest food chain was now little better than a house cat in the water, shivering wetly.
Neiham's jaw dropped and he felt his mind being swept away by the flood. He wanted to ask, but did not know what to ask, and finally the words burst from his mouth: "Please save my daughter!"
The water elemental shattered star heave and broke the waves, and the first words of the little girl who was fished up were to ask: "Are you a goddess."
Drusillia squeezed a little smile out from under her tired face as she stroked the top of her head, "The gods will not reach out, so here I am."
Several elven rangers signaled to the princess from the treetops, and they athletically used hooks and floats to leap between the trees, but where the forest was too sparse or there were simply no trees, there was nothing to do but stare, and no one could come and go in this current situation, except Drusillia.
Neiham and his daughter each a ranger back up, even the split-toothed panther were rescued. The weight of the big guy an elf can not carry, full of bitter face of the rangers do not understand why to save animals, but Drusilla's orders no one will disobey, especially now.
The princess spread her hands, a variety of birds around the palm of the pine nuts, now to find something to eat is not easy. Drusillia listened carefully to the birds' messages, and it was a struggle to extract the useful parts from the mouths of the little things with their confused expression. A large white bird with a long tail revealed that there was a suspected trapped elf somewhere, and Drusilla tossed it a handful of pine nuts and went after it.
Neiham was sent to a drier plateau, and immediately someone brought felt and hot tea. Hundreds of rescuers and more refugees were resting here. Rather strangely, the camp seemed distinct, and Neiham recognized priests in sacrificial robes on the less crowded side. Rangers and guards on both sides do not communicate at all, each doing their own thing. The few refugees were tightly blocked by the priests, like old hens trying to protect the spoils of war.
Daughter in the warm blanket and tent drowsy, dreaming of the goddess, the goddess ... Neiham more curious than her, he strongly wondered in the flood as smoothly as the elves, is really a princess soon after adulthood? Could it be that she received the favor of the gods, otherwise how could have the power to show miracles.
"She is a druid." This is the answer of the logistics officer, in fact the other party is not sure what exactly the so-called druid is, is the self-proclaimed name of the princess.
"Back ..."
A low cry came and the entire camp - including the shrine - turned its head in unison to stare at the water. The darling of the forest came slowly, the angry waves bending at her feet, the wind and rain far from her glory, and for a moment, a feeling arose in every elf in the camp - as if divine.
Drusillia walked up the shore, everywhere the elves bowed low in greeting, but she had no time to pay attention.
"The birds saw a big wave rushing by, estimated to be 2sa meters beyond the water."
The logistics officer and the ranger captain looked nervous: "Your Highness, is it too late to retreat?"
Drusillia shook her head, "We can go, the relief supplies can not go. Have everyone gather together, immediately."
The subordinates did not ask why, they had developed a certain level of blind reverence. But the priests of the temple thought otherwise.
"We will not accept the shelter of heretics, especially the power of ... evil dragons." The priest's eyes wandered as he responded nervously.
A cold smile crept to the corners of her mouth as nature displayed its cruelty and seemed to affect its advocates. Drusillia now completely lost patience with convincing such methods, palms raised high, dozens of bow strings creaking and taut, just waiting for a command.