Leaving the secret passage, everyone stepped into a valley full of vitality.
What comes into view is a lush green shadow, coming from the lush growth of trees in the valley. The sunlight shines through the gaps between the treetops and falls on the forest glade covered with colorful petals and leaves, like twinkling lights.
Glowing gems. Ringer took a cursory glance and found that the trees growing here are the most common species in Raisemburg, and they are found all year round: ivy, summer cherry trees, autumn chestnuts and winter cedars. These should be
The plants that bloom in different seasons seem to violate the laws of nature and flaunt their vitality. The rustling sound of the branches and leaves when they sway is like a harmonious movement, setting off a peaceful atmosphere.
The ground is occupied by gorgeous primroses. These primroses, which play an important role in the folk culture of Leisenberg, are the "miracles of seven colors" mentioned by the poet Hyde in his collection of poems. Under the shade of the trees,
At the roots of the trees, in the shadows, and even in the gaps between the rock wall and the ground, you can see them growing together and blooming in clusters. The small petals are squeezing each other, and the vitality is green and tender.
The sun is shining brightly, and the pure white is elegant and pure... The flowerbeds of seven colors open along the direction of the valley, spreading endlessly. This scene is easily reminiscent of the poetic description of Ho Mayer in his work "Ten Years Journey"
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"...There are fields on both sides of the country road, extending from suburban parks to many small villages in the west of the city. I saw a woman walking on a seven-color path paved with gravel and flower petals, and a farmer bent down to explore the ground. These two
Perhaps it would be appropriate if individual figures appeared in paintings in museums... These gorgeous primroses rescued all the desolation in the ancient plains of Thalia, making the wilderness like an Assyrian paradise of love and the fields like a miracle of prosperity.
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Olvera has already murmured. It seems that she has also read this extensive and beautiful travel book, so she can express the same emotion when facing the same scene.
Not just her, everyone was deeply shocked. It was hard to imagine that there was such a beautiful wonderland hidden under the roaring wind and the terrifying abyss and rift valley.
How should I describe this feeling? Like my favorite fairy tale as a child, straying into the paradise of monsters with Meryl, or following Su Li to visit the fairyland in the picture?
"It's so beautiful." Only Metien's sigh was the simplest and most sincere.
Lin Ge came back to his senses and said to the others: "Let's go."
Everyone walked along the direction where the primrose flower beds spread, admiring the beautiful scenery all the way. Perhaps because it has been untouched for too long, the vegetation here is so lush that it feels like returning to the forest of the primitive era. It is growing wantonly.
There are some low shrubs and ferns hidden under the primroses, and the bottom layer is humus accumulated after the decay of fallen leaves and petals. When you step on it, it feels like stepping on a thick carpet.
Winter cedar is the tallest and strongest of the four tree species. Its roots often break through the ground and bulge thickly, forming an arch-like structure. People have to bend down to walk under it and can see it up close.
Dense angiosperms cling to tree roots, from which disturbed spiders, lizards and other small insects quickly escape; exposed rocks are covered with moss and lichens, and the branches of ivy trees are wrapped with accompanying green ivy, a large string of species
The wisteria plant hangs down from the branches of the autumn chestnut. The huge leaves are like curtains, making a squeaking sound when Ringer separates them with his hands.
The lamb followed behind its owner, sticking out its nose and sniffing the petals of the primrose that was close by. It thought over and over again but did not take the bite, probably because it did not want its appetite to ruin the harmonious atmosphere here.
"What is that?" Alice, who likes to look around, pointed to a certain place in the forest and said. Everyone followed her line of sight and saw a colorless crystal floating in the air. It was a hexagonal prism with two sides.
The corners that have been polished into smooth shapes look like man-made objects, but they also look like some kind of naturally occurring mineral.
There are similar crystals floating everywhere in the forest. Some are in places that can be seen at a glance, while others are hidden deeper and may not be found if you don't search carefully. The irregularly distributed crystals form a unique landscape.<
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Alice tried to grab these crystals with her hands, but the other party seemed to be aware of it and dodged away quickly. The golden-haired maid did not believe in evil and tried several more times, including sneak attacks, interceptions, and pretending to pass by while you were there.
I tried to make sudden moves without paying attention, but failed, so I finally gave up in frustration.
But it was not without gain. She told her companions that when her hands were close to the crystals, she felt the wind, and the direction of the wind seemed to be heading towards the sky.
In other words, is the turbulent wind in the rift valley actually the function of these crystals?
Ringer looked up thoughtfully, but through the dense and crowded tree canopy, he could only see bright light, but not the strong winds that daunted both treasure hunters and explorers. It seemed that
, the valley floor and the surface seem to be in two different worlds, which is amazing.
After walking forward for a few minutes, there were obvious differences in the vegetation coverage. The seven-color primrose and other ferns, shrubs and other lower plants still spread forward, covering the black fertile soil. The ivy trees and other trees were more dense.
The tall trees and plants seemed to have been artificially drawn into a dividing line, and they stopped here one after another, resulting in a large open space in front of them. Ringer pushed aside a bunch of tree lilies in front of him and saw this area.
At the same time, we also saw the windmill tower in the center of the open space.
Its structure is roughly the same as the windmill tower house in the Windmill Village ruins. They are both cylindrical with a narrow top and a wide bottom. However, this one is taller, probably close to 20 meters high. Moreover, its walls, spires, including shelves
The huge windmills on the top are all painted white. At a glance, it is easy to think of those pure white windmills that only appear in fairy tales and stand on the edge of civilization.
In addition to this windmill tower house, there are also several broad tree stumps, an ancient well, and a piece of farmland that has obviously been reclaimed by humans on the empty primrose grass, but nothing has been planted, so it has been occupied by weeds. Further away, is
A row of wooden fences blocks the way to the deeper parts of the valley. The fence is entangled with wisteria, hanging vines and morning glories.
This peaceful and peaceful farmhouse scene is slightly different from everyone's imagination. It seems that it is more suitable to appear somewhere in the countryside in the Avion region, rather than in this unknown valley far away from people.
"Do angels live in this place?" Metien asked curiously.
Alice nodded seriously: "Well, I think so."
Saint Xalia looked at Ringer and whispered: "There is a strange destiny in the house, but... it is also very familiar."
It means there is someone in the house.
As for the familiarity she mentioned, might it be because they are both young queens?
In this way, they have indeed found the right direction.
It was originally just to avoid the fight between animist believers and the sect union, but it accidentally embarked on the right path. The coincidences and weirdness of fate were all reflected because of this.
Ringer sighed a little, and then said to his companions: "Let's go and have a look."
"No problem!" Alice clenched her fists, full of confidence: "It depends on my love and justice here!"
Only ghosts believe it.
Everyone was too lazy to pay attention to her and followed Linge towards the windmill tower house. When they arrived at the house, they discovered that its ground floor was actually slightly higher than the ground, with a white pedestal about one third of a meter high built underneath.
, previously hidden from sight by lush primroses, a structure like a lighthouse from ancient times holds up this white windmill giant. Three white stone steps lead to the base, and the old wooden door is tightly closed.
He looked like he was not ready to welcome the uninvited guests.
Ringer stretched out his hand and knocked on the door, making a clanging sound.
No response.
He knocked twice more, and the person inside seemed to have just woken up and realized that a guest had come to visit. She was silent for a moment, and then said in a listless tone: "Please come in."
This voice sounds a little hoarse and full of decadence. No matter which adjective is used, it seems to be far from the ideal image of an angel.
The girls looked at each other and looked at each other in confusion. Ringer ignored their inner feelings. After receiving the response, he pushed the door open and the scene in the room suddenly came into view.
Surprisingly, it is very simple.
In other words, there is nothing, not even furniture, only spotless masonry floors, a spiral stone staircase leading to the upper level, and a window that looks like it was formed by digging out the bricks of the wall.
The light from the outside world, and a girl sitting on the floor by the window with her hands on her knees, tilting her head and looking at these uninvited guests.