Chapter 622 The Holy Land and Statue of the Father of Elves
Alessio pinched his waist and raised his head and glanced at his wife's retreating figure again. He couldn't help but sigh. Liz was really enjoying herself today. She could directly participate in so many interesting things.
He turned to look at Hill, his eyes paused slightly: "I'll go fish for you!"
"I'll do it myself." Hill said quickly.
"The silverbait has become accustomed to my smell. Changing people will affect their condition. If you scare this kind of fish, they will not eat for many days." Alessio waved his hand and took the time to catch fish for Hill.
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However, after catching a fish, he couldn't help but touch the fish over and over again and began to think deeply.
Hill knew that this scholar who was very sensitive to vitality had discovered a large amount of vitality added to the silver fish. A normal druid's natural blessing would never increase the vitality of the fish in the water like Hill did.
But because Hill has water magic and the blessings of the sun and moon, and in his heart, his definition of nature has always been very broad, ranging from the sun and moon in the sky, to underground fungi, and even some bacteria in the microscopic state.
He is defined within the scope of nature, so his natural blessings are almost as good as the incarnation of the Father of Nature.
In Toril, it is estimated that only a god like the Father of Oak, who regards nature as a whole from the bottom of his heart, can be so comprehensive when releasing nature's blessings.
Although many great druids who believe in the Father of Oak can also do this, they slowly understand this truth after practicing, but it is difficult to change the magical skills they understand, and they can only divide their blessings into plants.
There are two types of animals, and even many druids' blessings will bypass beasts of prey.
After all, Druid is a relatively idealistic profession. Once your thinking slips, it will be difficult to get back up.
Hill smiled softly. After all, he had taken a biology class, and the definition from macro to micro was almost his common sense.
Alessio glanced at Hill with a strange expression, but quickly calmed down, bent down and started fishing in the water: "I can give you a little more now, your natural blessing is so useful
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I selected 50 males and 50 males each for you. It is best to keep them for a while before starting to eat them.
Remember that when eating fish, try to choose fish that have not been successfully paired. This kind of fish is very picky about its partners. Once paired, if the partner dies, it will not breed again.
I won’t give it to you if the pairing is successful. This fish is very picky. If you change the environment after getting married, the female will delay laying eggs again for a long time.
Thanks to your blessing, by spring, all the whitebait here will probably enter the breeding season, which will be a rare harvest.
This is really good. Then it can be distributed to the stunted newborns in the forest. Ever since the Gate of Hell, there have been few healthy children in the High Forest."
Alessio took the trouble to educate Hill on the knowledge of whitebait breeding. Hill could only remain silent as he took the fish one by one and put it in the pendant.
The Oak Spirit was already prepared, but Hill was a little confused as to how Alessio was sure that he had prepared the conditions for raising whitebait.
Could it be that this scholar who is a part-time pastor has some precognitive ability?
In fact, Alessio just saw that the pendant around Hill's neck no longer glowed, so he asked tentatively. Since the archmage didn't look embarrassed at all, he must be ready!
The sky gradually darkened, and the afterglow of dusk shone with the last light. Liz rode the wind and landed directly next to the two people who were about to go back to rest after the handover.
"Alai~Hill~moss is really useful!" Liz's big eyes were shining with joy, "The captain of the guard said that the Holy Communion Festival will be held today!
Hill, come too! As long as you are of elf blood, you can participate in the Holy Communion Festival even if you are not a believer in Corellon. That is Corellon's favor to all his followers.
Not just the guard captain, but all our team members hope that what happened today will be watched by Corellon."
Liz looked at Hill solemnly: "This is an invitation in the name of the Sword of Everesca. I hope Mr. Hill can participate in today's Ratauquil Festival celebration as a distinguished guest.
I hope the sky-blue crescent moon will rise above the church."
Hill was stunned for a moment before he replied cautiously: "Of course I am willing to enjoy the joyful song when the sky blue stars shine."
Liz and Alessio laughed together, and they knew that Hill had definitely received the oldest inheritance from the golden elves. This kind of prayer that called for Corellon's attention could no longer be said by elves today.
It's a pity that their temptation failed, and Hill, the divine descendant, really didn't believe in Corellon.
Liz was a little disappointed, but this was considered normal among elves. Some half-elves who were more orderly didn't quite agree with Corellon's ideas. They didn't like the random chaos.
Hill thought about it and said goodbye to Liz for the time being, planning to return to the magic tower and change into a formal dress. The black magic robe he was wearing was not suitable for appearing at the New Moon Communion celebration.
Hill knew that most of the elves today would be wearing sky-blue dress robes, so he had better avoid all blue robes, otherwise when the elves were dancing and singing, he would be too stupid to stand by and watch in the same dress.
Already.
He looked at the wardrobe in the bedroom and thought for a while: black and blue can't be worn. If Corellon is really attracted to white, the angels around him will probably wear it. After all, what comes this time should be the true form of the Kingdom of God.
, and Corellon, who officially appeared, is always accompanied by singing and dancing winged angels.
After Hill pushed away the three colors of robes, he was embarrassed to find that he only had a few to choose from. Most of the other colors of robes were bought from the undead. They were jewel-like and full of luxury.
That's fine, but... at an elf party, if you don't want to get too many invitations to have fun, it's best to dress conservatively.
Especially since these are followers of Corellon, who have a main god like the Father of Elves. It is conceivable that most of them are men and women, and they are informal.
"Sir, you can choose that camel-colored robe. Although it is also from the undead, the style is very traditional." Liszt looked at it for a long time and finally couldn't help but speak.
Even if Martha is not here, you should ask yourself about this kind of thing, right? No matter how unfamiliar with matching, you are better than Hill's mindless method!
Hill hesitantly took out the set of robes. Undead fashions always come with shoes and accessories. This set of clothes happens to be made of sky blue metal. No wonder Liszt would recommend it.
And it looked like it was wrapped very tightly. Although the robe inside was very slim, there was also a wide cloak outside. He nodded with satisfaction and quickly went to take a shower and change into it.
After tying up his long blond hair with a sky-blue hair chain, Hill thought about it and pinned the hairpin that Fran made for him in his hair.
When he landed on the ground, Liz and Alessio also changed into light blue gauze robes. Hill... Hill was a little suffocated.
He cheered himself up: Elves are a race that doesn't like restraint and likes to show off their sex appeal. No matter what you see, it's best to keep an expressionless face!
Anyway, Liz and Alessio still have a scarf on key parts. Although both are relatively thin, wearing it is better than not wearing it at all! Moreover, the silver crescent moon embroidery on their bodies is very thick, covering up a lot of
Less scenery.
Hill, who was trying to stay calm, followed Liz, who was jumping excitedly one step at a time, towards the highest peak of the Star Mountain Range, and then stopped on a platform halfway up the mountain.
Most of the elves have fallen. Fortunately, Hill has prepared himself mentally. There are indeed many elves who choose not to be constrained by anything. They rely on the crescent moon pattern to cover key parts, but the elves like to jump around, and even
Standing on the big rock, nothing is actually covered.
However, as Hill expected, even though the styles are different, most elves are wearing sky-blue robes, with silver or mithril crescent moon pendants hanging on their foreheads or silver chains around their necks.
Sure enough, most of the people here in the Star Mountains are priests or priests from Corellon. Otherwise, not everyone can wear such a sky blue gauze robe.
Soon, the cliff in front of the platform where they were standing opened, and an wrought iron gate composed of ivy and roses blooming in all seasons appeared in front of everyone.
Silver-blue light shone inside the door, and the elves began to walk in in twos and threes.
"Let's go~" Liz greeted Hill happily, "As long as you have elven blood, Corellon's holy land will be allowed to enter, and you don't even have to be picky about the camp. In the past, when the Supreme Forest was still very good, there were even demons.
Elves and dark elves come to worship at night!"
Hill smiled and followed behind.
Although they were indeed invited as distinguished guests, the elves had no intention of holding any entrance ceremony or anything like that, and even they themselves behaved very casually.
This was completely different from the celebrations of human society. Hill was a little interested, as long as he moved his eyes quickly.
When you walk into the gate, you will see a row of tall columns decorated with ivy and roses, but after walking along the downward stone path, you will see a round valley above your head where you can see the stars and the silver moon.
A large number of trees and plants are woven into the stone walls and decorated stone pillars, magic fountains are scattered around, and the ground is also covered with soft grass where people can sit and lie down.
A majestic green marble dome woven into the forest canopy is at the forefront, and below is the statue of Corellon: the unusually beautiful elven creator is traditionally depicted with a thin face, sky-blue eyes, a straight nose, a long and narrow
With charming eyes, he wears armor and carries a slender long sword. An exquisite crown adorns the forehead of Avandor's crown king, and the whole statue exudes a sense of peace and contentment.
Hill thought about the real Corellon he saw in Aglaia City, and then looked at this extraordinarily serious statue, feeling that the elves were a bit deceiving themselves.