After the spirit of nature finished speaking, the huge Jingge Forest suddenly welcomed the wind from the sky.
The cold mountain wind flowed down from the top of the mountain along the ridge, rustling the trees and plants along the way, and even the weeds less than an inch high were forced to bend down.
Looking at the direction in which the spirit of nature left, even the experienced old blacksmith couldn't help but murmur to himself.
What the hell is this guy up to?
Woody was calm and made suggestions.
"If you are curious, you can follow me and have a look."
He has already made some inferences about the behavior of the natural spirit in his mind. If nothing unexpected happens, he should go to see its real owner this time - the lord's wife buried in Jingsong Forest, who is also the one who created the natural spirit.
Spellcaster, Elsa.
Cecil naturally had no idea of prying into other people's privacy, so he suppressed Donny who wanted to explore and said.
"That's not necessary. There's no point in going there to see him. It doesn't matter if you wait for him here."
"Speaking of which, this forest is really full of magic everywhere."
As a spell caster, Cecil can naturally feel the difference in this forest, but he is moving forward cautiously and is not in the mood to make a fuss.
"I haven't been back here for a long time. It feels like this place has changed a lot. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't even recognize this as Jingge Forest."
Kafferman has not been to this sad place for decades, so his understanding of Jingge Forest only existed decades ago when his wife disappeared. According to what he said before, that is probably the same place as Huangshi.
The difference between a town and a river valley city.
The current Jingge Forest is larger, and under the influence of magic, the types of trees and plants are gradually moving closer to a certain extreme, either extremely large or possessing various strange and weird characteristics.
For example, there are grasses that scream when you step on them, trees that stare at you with two pairs of eyes, and vines that squirm on their roots like snakes.
All these are telling them that this forest is not simple.
Fortunately, with the guidance of the spirit of nature, Woody and the others avoided the night when the magic is strongest.
Three o'clock in the afternoon is when the magic power is at its lowest, so the most troubles encountered on the road are just climbing up and down, with some effort, and there is almost no need to worry about fighting.
But if it comes at night, it's hard to say. Even if it can be solved, it will take a lot of effort and may cause more twists and turns.
This is what neither Cecil nor Woody want to see.
In addition to Caverman revisiting his old place here, Woody is actually the same, but his feeling is completely different from Caverman, because he feels that Jingsong Forest has become smaller, or not as big as imagined.
But this is normal. He came here about a year later. At that time, Quetzalcoatl had awakened, and River Valley City was as prosperous as a port city. It was not as lifeless as before, with few people on the streets in the early morning.
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Woody remembered that the regional challenge level of Jingsong Forest in the previous life was about 10, which was the same level as the Lost Temple. Many players were persuaded to leave by the residents of the forest before they even saw the dungeon door. Basically, a team with an average level of
Only a team of about 10 adventurers can advance safely in the forest. Otherwise, some dangers can easily cause a team to die on the way.
However, that was only the early stage of the dungeon. After the number of players increased later, Jingsong Forest became a safe area. Creatures with a slight sense of risk had already left the land of right and wrong before the large army of players arrived. Even if there were no
The die-hards who were willing to leave also disappeared amid waves of players bulldozing them.
To be honest, this method is always disadvantageous for players. If they can't defeat them, they will just use a large number of people. In the worst case, they will be reincarnated.
Woody remembered that at that time, there was a guild that specially trained a group of new mage players in order to slay dragons or other large monsters. The purpose was to let them use the prepared magic weapons after being held in the hands or swallowed by the monsters.
Scroll of fireball or other fatal attack.
Under this kind of suicide attack, even the most difficult monsters will be reduced to the player's rbq in this endless torture. The strongest players at that time had already reached the southern mountain range with their strategies.
The awakened ancient red dragon, but before the progress of the strategy was completed, the red comet arrived, and the players also learned that there is still a kind of despair in the world called ancient evil things.
There is no way to make up for the number of players. If the official did not blatantly cheat players at that time, and they would not lose levels or equipment after death, and they could start over directly, Woody would not dare to imagine that the players of "Saint" would be killed and quit the game.
How many.
After all, the increase in the number of deaths is also a burden on the human spirit, especially in a game with a virtuality level of 98%.
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The ridge was steep, but to him it was nothing.
The spirit of nature walked in the forest with ease, and he had forgotten how long it had been since he saw her.
One month or one year?
He was parasitic in Cohen's will, causing him to forget the flow of time for a while, so that everything in the past was still yesterday.
When he crossed the stream, he saw his own reflection, the man he hated the most.
It is gloomy, and its features are not good-looking. It is not as broad as an ancient tree, nor as strong as a mountain. It is as rickety as a dead and rotten oak.
He clutched the flowers in his hand tightly, pursed his lips, and looked in a certain direction in the endless green field in his field of vision. Now he felt that his inner emotions were like seeds waiting to germinate under the cracks in the rocks, which could break ground anytime and anywhere.
And out.
But it will get better soon.
He continued to move forward, and the vegetation in the forest gradually became sparse as he rose in height. A point hidden among the many greens began to become more noticeable. It was a simple platform independent of the mountain wall. It was very secret, almost like the forest.
It blends into one, because it is built of vines, like a huge bed, without soil, just the wanton growth of countless plants.
"I'm back to see you!"
He said this silently in his heart. Every step he took was extremely solemn, as if a believer was making a pilgrimage. His speed was very fast, and he had arrived almost before his hair was blown by the sudden wind.
destination.
The destination of the Jingge forest elves.
——"Floating Tomb."
Standing at the top of the mountain, overlooking the wilderness of all living beings.
This is a cemetery set up by the wood elves who have lived in Jingsong Forest for a long time. Even though the wood elves have moved out of Jingsong Forest with the overflowing magic atmosphere, their cemetery still exists in this ancient place.
In the forest.
After landing on the floating island, the first thing you see is a long staircase and corridor made of plants, which divides the huge floating island into two areas, the upper level and the lower level.
The location he is currently in is the lower level, and various forms of creatures composed of plant roots are vividly appearing around him, including bears, leopards, owls, apes...
These are all modified with reference to the appearance of the Elf Ranger's animal companions. The purpose is to allow their souls to return to the supreme elven kingdom, and their physical bones can also be protected by their companions in life.
The spirit of nature ignored these strange creatures. He walked straight to the nearest staircase, followed it up, passed through the corridor, and came to a spiral corridor.
On both sides of the corridor, various large trees with intertwined roots are planted, and on the branches of the big trees, there are three, four, or five or six exquisite and small coffins hanging, which gives a sense of fruitfulness.
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The funerals of wood elves are not much different from those of humans, except that one likes to bury the coffin in the soil, and the other likes to hang the coffin in the tree. After all, according to the creation myth of the elves, the first wood elves were born in the world.
On the main branch of the tree Yugathira.
In addition to the coffins, there are the same number of huge leaves on the big tree. The leaves are inscribed with dense elvish language. He knows what they are. Aisha mentioned this.
--"epitaph."
In the human kingdom, it has the same meaning as a tombstone.
What is usually written above is the relatives and friends of the deceased describing his deeds during his lifetime. Since Aisha is the creator, he can also understand Elvish.
They are all very similar achievements, such as how big and big the prey was hunted in a certain place at a certain time, how many powerful monsters were driven away, what new musical instruments were learned, or how many achievements were obtained in the archery competition held in the forest.
What is the number?
The purpose of his trip was naturally not to see these, so he barely stopped under a tree and followed the spiral corridor until he reached the innermost part. The further inside, the more coffins hanging on the trees inside.
If there are fewer, the leaves will become larger, and the recorded words will also increase.
He knew that the coffins displayed here were the coffins of those who had contributed to the wood elves or the forest and had a distinguished status. He still remembered Aisha's excitement when she explained these figures who had left a strong mark on the history of the wood elves.
"Anyway, telling you and telling him are the same. Remember it, this is the great sage who can eliminate a forest fire invisible. Among the druids, the most adept at the way of nature..."
He felt that the afternoon had been very long, and he could no longer remember how many people there were. The only thing that made him remember it particularly deeply was the pair of eyes. When the pupils were normal, they were emerald green with a hint of grassy yellow, but when they were angry, they would turn blue.
Green, happy is cyan.
Of course, no matter what kind of look it was, he could read an emotion from it.
envious.
I envy them that they will still be accompanied by their clansmen after death, envy them that they can enter the cemetery, envy them that only the blood of elves flows on their bodies...
Maybe others didn't feel it, but he really felt Aisha, the feeling surrounding her...
The Sorrow of the Half-Elf.
It's the kind of thing that no matter how hard you try, you just can't fit into the circle you want to join. This is true for elves, and it's still true for humans.
Even he has privately heard many servants call the lord's wife "pointy ears". Although the name "bastard" and "freak" are not disgusting, it is enough to show that the social status of half-elves in the two worlds.
Neither are very popular.
This is why in essence, Cohen did not give much to Elsa, but she was willing to sacrifice herself to fulfill the entire Golden River Valley.
He saw clearly, but was powerless to do anything. The only thing he could do was to give her the honor she deserved after death.
Unfortunately, she can no longer be seen.
As the pace quickened, the corridors on both sides quickly retreated until they reached the end and stopped in front of a separate cemetery. This cemetery was very different from other hanging trees, but instead had a lot of vines stacked high on top of each other.
It is tall, and there are no leaf-type epitaphs like other cemeteries, but it is more vibrant than other tombstones. Fresh flowers are blooming under the cascading vines.
The reason is naturally that she has always liked flowers, so he planted flowers that bloom in all seasons here.
In this way, she won't be lonely, right?
No matter what time, there are flowers to accompany you.
Following his usual practice, he transplanted the fresh flowers to Aisha's tombstone. After finishing the work, he did not sit idle, but took the time to trim some of the messy branches and lush weeds around the tombstone.
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After doing this, he knelt down beside the tombstone and began to talk to himself.
"Cohen is dead. He was killed by me! You will probably be very angry! After all, the last order you gave me before you died was to protect him."
There was a hint of guilt on the face of the natural spirit, but there was no regret in his eyes.
"There's really nothing I can do about it. He's so bad. Sooner or later, if he keeps going like this, he'll destroy everything you protect, and he's already forgotten you."
As he spoke, a cold look flashed in his eyes. The only thing he regretted was not taking action earlier, so that the current situation in the Golden River Valley would not have evolved into such a situation.
"He has been looking for a new wife in the past few years, but due to my obstruction, he has not succeeded in finding one. Hehe, I must be awesome!"
Sometimes, he is extremely mature, and other times, he is like a child who has not yet grown up.
But he also knew that he was like this only in front of her.
"By the way, I have already thought about it. Since he is dead, there is no need for me to continue his false life for him, so I plan to change my appearance. It will no longer be Cohen, but the name you gave me.
"
The spirit of nature seemed to have made a decision. Although he was facing a coffin that he could not answer, he was still extremely serious and spoke to the tombstone word by word.
"Gilead, Gillette Green Valley."
"I want to start a new life, a new life, in the name of Gillette Green Valley."
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Naturally, Woody didn't know that the reason why he had never heard of Cohen's name in his previous life was that he had long been erased and replaced by this natural spirit named Gillette Green Valley.
What he was thinking more about now was to use his eyes to find the direction of the ascension ceremony.
Although he knew that there was a high probability that he would be able to enter the so-called demiplane during this trip.
But if there can be a shortcut, who would want to take a detour?
