The cold aura of the arrow's tip instead reassured the priest, who was certain that the princess would not dare to release the arrow, otherwise all the good name accumulated over the past few days would be wasted by the violence of the powerful dictatorship.
"Your Highness, you cannot execute a Tia without any trial, neither the Council of Elders nor the Temple has given you the right to judge! You can certainly indulge your emotions to command your mind and kill me with a burst of arrows, but the royal honor and the laws of the forest will be lost." The more the priest said, the more he spoke, the higher his pitch rose, attracting the attention of the earning camp.
Drusillia's head was bowed, and her expression could not be seen. The raised arms slackened, the righteous ranger reluctantly lowered his bow and arrow, the princess was compromised by the blackmail aimed at the royal honor, full of humiliation rushed to the ranger chest.
Seeing that the priest who had overpowered the head felt raised eyebrows, he showed the compassionate expression of a forgiver: "Your Highness, as long as you order an immediate retreat, I can refrain from reporting the transgression to the high priest and the council of elders ..."
"... Worldliness to worldliness, faith to faith ..."
"What did you say?" The priest was puzzled.
Drusillia raised her head, and the raging storm in her eyes frightened the priest backwards. "In what capacity do you speak to me? A priest of the Lord of Rituals?" She took a step forward, her aura shaking.
"I, Drusillia, Druid of the Forest of Tyria, servant of the will of nature and not princess invite you to war, do you dare to defend the gods you believe in, let everything be decided right or wrong in the realm of faith, with the difference between victory and defeat in life and death!" The gale rose in due course, and Drusilla's hair hung upside down and floated up, once again drawing up her aura.
The priest recalled those ... do not know how to describe the inexplicable power, chilling up. "Long, the Council of Elders never approved 'nature' to preach in the green capital, and you have no right to judge me ..."
"Approved? Ridiculous! Who needs approval for trees to sprout and rivers to rise and fall. And this is not Green City, it's a battlefield and we are racing against death. Take your self-righteousness and get out of the way, don't get in the way of other fellow human beings seeking survival."
The priest's mouth opened wide and the next word of defense did not have time to be uttered as the intense light and blast overwhelmed the consciousness. The thunder and lightning that fell from the sky caused the surrounding elves to scream in terror. Luckily, Drusilla did not lose her mind, and the lightning summoning spell only struck a smoking crater at the priest's feet, but unfortunately there was water everywhere, and the electricity ran along the wet soil into the lower limbs, and the priest foamed at the mouth and fainted on the spot.
The rest of the priests and guards lost their leader and also lost their courage, and obeyed the princess in silence. Refugees, fear of tide supplies were gathered together, tents dismantled into canvas and heavy materials to build a wall, a simple anti-waves circle formed.
Druhilya stood alone outside the circle, watching the rise and fall of the waves, the camp's terrain would not be flooded, but the waves were able to roll away the elves and supplies in one fell swoop, and her task was to stop the flooding waves, with one person's strength.
The ranger captain stood behind the princess with four subordinates, and in the face of searching glances he replied, "Please don't always leave the task of protecting behind you to Rameshirai, there is more than one suitor for the Emerald Stone of the Green Capital."
Drusillia smiled, hearing this in the bleak wind and cold rain was doubly warming.
She sank her heart and felt the pulsation of nature. Drusilla discovered early on that there was more than one "will of nature", and that it was divided into different individuals. They are divided by terrain, the will of the forest is active and full of life, the will of the swamp is silent and indifferent reaction. But they are all aggregates of earth, plants, and animals, and at the same time have commonalities that become part of the broader will of nature of Salaver.
The swamp gurgled and bubbled, like a small appetite elf who had poured too much drink, painfully stroking his belly and rambling: this is not the rainy season, no, it should not come, it should not come ...
The earth's struggle Drusillia empathize, and will focus on the flood, she saw the falling rain, saw you melt snow, saw the booming impact and glare. This is not nature's self-circulation, the princess asserted, it is man-made.
The torch mage's golden shadow flickered, but Drusilla skipped the thought, then Nieron's ceremonial cane surfaced. She shook her head, dismissing the various conjectures. No matter why the flood came, this killing against nature had to stop.
The waves around the highlands gradually weakened, calmed, then reversed. The water flowing against the current raised a wall-like wave driven by the druids and water elementals. The huge waves of the flood came at the same time, and the two walls collided with a bang, breaking into thousands of parts with a horrible sound more shocking than the roar of a dragon.
The giant wave was knocked out of a gaping hole, saving the camp from disaster, but the flood's aftermath was by no means more than this one, and Druhiria had no more [Rushing Water] available. Druhilya grabbed a handful of wet soil, hands rubbed, the fresh smell of earth filled the nostrils.
Help me, stop this killing and soothe your pain ...
The swamp answered the call, and a majestic power was injected into Shattered Star in an endless stream, using Drusilla as a conduit. The water elemental body swelled and increased in size until it exceeded the upper limit of its control. Shattered Star unleashed the water element's natural ability and kept rotating its body, a vortex appeared on the surface of the water.
The vortex emitted a roar like hundreds of thunder and lightning, swept the broken trees, floating corpses or other debris into the center, the center of the vortex was 3sa meters lower than the water surface. A wave of large waves without resistance was ripped apart and turned into a clockwise flow of water.
In the midst of her busy schedule, Drusilla suddenly recalled a lesson from Lysatos on the creation of a sect, in which the golden dragon told her: "A rich and immortal sect requires doctrine, force, heroes, leaders, and institutions. The system was not there originally, and the imitation of the leader became the original model."
The Druidic sect she calls herself now does not even have a formal prayer. Drusillia looked back at her compatriot with eyes full of awe. There is a difference between awe and reverence, looking almost the same, the former being respect for Druhiria's power, the latter being approval of her spirit.
In that case, I'll start this one. She was not interested in learning the tedious and harsh dogma of the Lord of Rituals, and took a bit of clay at random and applied it to her brow. The middle finger of her left hand rested against her forehead, and her right hand touched the earth. Closing her eyes to denigrate the lawsuit: "We are the servants of nature, the balancers of civilization and barbarism, the loyal guardians of the Tyrian nation. We trace the pulse of the earth, touch the breath of the sky, and listen to the whisper of life. Nature's anger is my anger, and I will punish the irreverent who defy the cycle, and nature's exultation is my exultation, bringing rewards to the beings who protect it ...
The prayer, compiled off the cuff, was short and straightforward, with elaborate chanting. The first to respond was Neiham's youngest daughter, who grabbed a handful of dirt and applied it to her head, mimicking the gestures and words of the princess. More and more voices joined in the prayer, unaware of nature but yearning for peace and life.
When the waves subsided, Druhiria's limbs were weak and feeble, but her heart was full of joy. Hundreds of potential druids took the first step to follow, even including some of the temple guards. What was even more surprising was that some resonant prayers allowed her to break through the shackles and be promoted to a level 9 druid, who could learn level 5 spells.
The atmosphere of the whole camp became different, and the elves asked her for advice on the queries in the prayer. Drusillia answered while arranging relief follow-up, until the cry for help was sent by the wind.
The location was a bit far away, "Only one, I'll go, you guys continue to restore the camp." The princess crouched over Shattered Star, her knees a little weak, the after-effects of over-casting.
A male elf floated beneath the surface, covered in mud. As Drusillia scooped him up, it occurred to her that this was downstream and he should have floated past the camp instead of appearing out of nowhere.
The momentary hesitation allowed the life-threatening dagger to cut off a whole piece of flesh from the shoulder blade, the princess fell into the turbulent stream, the broken star roared back, but was easily dodged by the assassin.
Neither the pain nor the sewage could quench the burning rage in Drusilla's eyes as she was pushed out from under the water by the shattered star, blood staining half of her body.
Drusillia looked at the assassin who was on the surface of the water as if it were flat, just a simple lend a hand to flip and dodge the arrows of the distant rangers. The asphalt-colored horny layer covered by sludge revealed itself, touching the dusty fragments of memory, the not-so-long-ago, twisted corpse that the torch mage had thrown at the feet of Opharsis during his first visit to the green capital. The same hideous face, the same green pupils, the same ugly half-body.
She was out of her mind with rage, again, and again, and again, and again! Why did the pantheon always reveal its sharp knives when she was at her most helpless or at her happiest! What does Opharsis get out of brutally killing her fellow man!
If you force me to stain my hands with Tia's blood, don't blame me for driving them to extinction.
"I don't want to ask why, too many times there has been no answer. Come to an end, in the name of your faith and in the name of my faith."
The assassin stopped moving to allow the princess to see the pale but resolute half of his face, which belonged to the elf. He saluted the princess without words, keeping to the ceremonial way even in a duel of life and death. The next moment, a needle of hardened steel shot straight at Drusillia.