Chapter 432 Grief and Weeping, Contradictory and Miraculous Life
() "This is like a dream, very similar to the Avalon I once visited, but it doesn't have as strong a magic power as there."
Artoria seems to be fascinated by the beautiful scenery around her, stopping to admire it for a moment from time to time. [Search for the latest updates here]
Everything here gives people a sense of eternity, as if nothing under the dense pine trees has changed at all in the past thousand years.
Time seems to have fallen into a deep sleep and will never wake up.
A few minutes ago, Aria said goodbye to the elves one by one, and then continued moving forward with Felicia and the others.
The road was open, and the jungle guardian Gilderin who guarded the entrance was still responsible for the task, so he did not follow him. They bypassed this mysterious old man like a river meeting a wind-swept stone and diverted from both sides.
After they passed by, the guardian of the jungle straightened up, clasped his hands together, and disappeared like the light that illuminated him.
"who is he?"
After walking a little further, Arturia asked softly out of curiosity.
"He is Gildelin the Homo sapiens, prince of House Miolandra, chief of the White Flame Tribe of Ventil. He has been Ace since the days of Dufiskulaka, our war with the dragons.
Guardian of Temera. No one can enter this city without his permission."
Alia also looked behind her carefully and answered in the same soft voice. It seemed that even though she was a princess, she was very serious about the old man.
Felicia didn't say anything. She was looking at this forest with interest, which had different characteristics from the Emerald Forest in the Eternal World.
The branches and leaves above the head are very thick, making it difficult for people to figure out which direction the sun rises and sets. For this reason, coupled with the identical scenery and the vaguely arranged magic all around, ordinary people here
You will definitely lose your way. If there are no elves to guide you, those trespassers will wander around in the Duweidun Forest for a lifetime without being able to find their way out.
The air was filled with the rich fragrance of flowers, and they passed through dense layers of dogwoods and blooming rose bushes, galloping along a narrow path.
It is not convenient for the oversized archangels to appear in this forest, so they summoned three horses to take care of Alia, who is still weak. The horses that cannot be let go in the forest may not run as fast as
They are fast on their own.
After Aria expressed her surprise and admiration at the white horse, the phantom beast summoned by Felicia, they continued to gallop deeper and gradually approached the center of Duweiden Forest, which was their destination this time—
—Ellesmela.
The trees I saw along the way were getting thicker and taller, and the distance between trees was getting wider and wider, giving the branches more space to stretch out. The bare brown tree trunks were like tall pillars, stretching all the time.
Go to the rib-shaped canopy above. The canopy is hazy and indistinguishable. It is more than two hundred feet high, taller than any tree in the Spain Mountain or the Bor Mountain. Arturia is still very curious.
He dismounted and walked around an old tree, walking a full seventy steps.
"They must be ancient?"
The King of Knights withdrew his surprised gaze and asked with great emotion.
Before this, she had never seen such a huge tree even in the oldest primeval forest in England, and the one in front of her was obviously not the biggest. Looking up, she could see a few trees in the vast sea of trees.
Standing out from the crowd are usually tall and sturdy old trees.
"Yes, these trees are among the oldest living creatures in Alagacia,"
Aaliya nodded, then stretched out a hand and placed it affectionately on a gnarled tree root next to her, as if stroking the shoulder of a friend or lover.
"We have taken great care of Douweden Forest since we first saw them. We do everything we can to help them grow and flourish."
A faint ray of afternoon light passed through the emerald green branches and leaves above her head, dyeing her arms and face golden, which looked particularly bright against the dim background.
But just at this moment, a trace of sadness suddenly appeared on Aaliya's pretty face. "Faolan, it's a pity that they can never see it again."
Faolan, if I remember correctly, was one of the elf knights who died in an ambush?
Felicia quickly searched through her memory and quickly found this name. He was one of Aria's guards and had been with her for more than twenty years, and they had known each other for even longer.
long.
Alia is only a hundred years old. Compared to the long lifespan of the elves, she is just a little girl with longing. In the past, most of her eyes were focused on such a person, but now he is dead.
Felicia didn't speak, and she and Arturia quietly looked at Aria who was in love and hurt.
"For more than twenty years, we have been walking together, walking in a race with short lives. Only the two of us are immortal. We are partners... and friends."
At this time, Aria didn't seem to feel the pity of Felicia and the others. She looked up at the dense green canopy above her head and sobbed sadly. Her voice was hoarse, like running water hitting the cold hard rock.
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"But Durcha took everything away from me. Fa'ollan and Golanwen were the first elves to die in battle in the past hundred years. When I saw Fa'alan fall, I immediately understood,
The real pain of war is not being injured yourself, but having to watch the people you care about being injured."
"I already understood this when I was getting along with the Wharton people. I watched the people I slowly began to respect, men and women, die one after another under swords, guns, swords, poisons and accidents.
, died of old age. However, this kind of pain has never happened to me directly. When it came, I thought to myself: 'I will definitely die too.' Because we had discussed how much danger we encountered before, Fa Aolan and
I always get out of danger together, so if he can't survive this time, why can I?"
Felicia found Aaliya crying. Strings of tears slipped from the corners of her eyes and flowed into her head. Under the broken sunlight, her tears were like a golden river of glass.
"Then we arrived at Kiri City, Dulcha's base camp."
Gently wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes, Aaliya's mood became even more sad.
"That was the most difficult time in my life. Faolan is dead, and the whereabouts of the dragon egg are unknown. I don't know if I accidentally sent it back to Galbadorix, and Durcha... Du
Ercha used all the cruelest methods he could imagine on me to satisfy the killing desire that controlled his soul. Sometimes, if he was too cruel, he would even cure me so that he could continue the next day.
His atrocities. If he gave me a chance to regain my consciousness, I would have a chance to hide it from the jailer and not drink the poison that suppresses my magic power, but I never got a few hours of respite."
"As long as he is free, as long as I wake up, he will torture me non-stop. Under his torture, one second is one hour, one hour is one week, and one whole day is endless. He is very careful
It would not drive me crazy—it would offend Galbadorix—but he is almost there, and he is just a hair away from succeeding."
Aria's voice became lower and lower, she smiled miserably, and then looked up at Felicia beside her, her eyes filled with gratitude.
"Then you came. When hope was gone, a distant legend fell from the sky like a dream, and I even saw this home again."
Felicia sighed and patted Aaliyah gently on the shoulder.
"Life is unpredictable, but if they survive, they will never want you to be so sad."
Regarding the death and separation that would inevitably occur in war, she no longer had the concept of death and didn't know what to say. In the end, she only gave this kind of comfort.
"I know it, I've always known it"
Shedding tears cannot restore everything lost, so why should we shed tears?
No one knows, because life itself is a contradictory existence, an incredible existence.
Only in this way can she ignite the light of her soul again and again and create miracles one after another.
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Aria's sadness kept them where they were for a while, but no one complained at all. It would be really cruel to deprive even one person of the right to be sad.
However, Aaliya had already experienced several lives and deaths, and this time she was in love with the scene. It was just an explosion of the emotions she had accumulated before. After crying, she turned back into the strong warrior who dared to enter the world when she was young.
"Sorry, we wasted a lot of time. Let's continue."
After wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes, Aaliya's reddish eyes were filled with perseverance.
Felicia and the others did not answer, but directly got on their horses, using actions instead of words, and the three of them continued towards the empty and silent forest in front of them.
After walking for a quarter of a mile, the trees began to thin out, and dappled sunlight filtered through the gaps in the treetops, illuminating the path forward.
What appears in front of you is an arch formed by two huge ancient trees——
"Ellesmera we're going home."
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