Although there was no sound, it seemed that the sound of the vines growing and climbing rapidly outside the window could be heard, because in just one night, it had already spread over the window sill of Matafos.
The growth of life cannot hear the sound, but we can hear the rhythmic sound in our hearts and imagine the beautiful picture.
In a hotel room in Lime City, Marta Voss was reading a book.
It was the "Biography of King Morabi" given to her by the priest Rab.
"Wow~"
The room was very quiet, and the only sound that could be heard was the turning of pages.
In the book, King Morabi is a follower of King Osis. He is the first mortal king of Suinhor. He has been promoting the policies of Osis throughout his life.
This is why there is today's Suinhor Kingdom, instead of a divided city-state.
He suppressed the rebellion, divided the nobles, and killed a large number of opponents. In the end, he did not let go even Anu, his once most loyal arm.
In this biography, we can see how Morabi broke with Anu step by step. First, there was a disagreement over whether the snake people could enter the Quetzalcoatl Pyramid, and then as the Harvest Temple grew stronger.
Finally, it is because of the emergence of totem poles.
The totem pole can transform the power of the lizard people, which worries Morabi.
But this was not the trigger, the real key factor was the last straw.
Morabi Wang is older.
He is going to die.
That's why the last scene happened. The former friends and companions fought each other for their lives. One wanted to kill the other, and the other cut off the other's arm.
This biography is much longer than the Holy Scriptures, but a book always has a final page.
On the last page, there are words written by King Morabi.
"He's right. I'm sorry for him."
"I lied to him. I told him that snakes and lizard people could coexist."
"People will change."
"..."
Matavs finished reading this biography about the mortal king Morabi according to what the Arab priest said.
When she finished reading, she didn't know how to describe Morabi, the mortal king.
At least, it's not a simply bad word.
He is not a qualified friend, nor is he a person of high moral character, he is just a king who does not hesitate to sacrifice anyone in order to achieve his goal.
But in the end, he did what he promised King Ossis and completed the transformation of the Suinhor City-State Alliance into a complete country.
After reading the words on the last page, Matafus did not close the book for a long time.
"People will change."
Perhaps Morabi once imagined a picture of them coexisting harmoniously and supporting Suinhall together.
But in the end, he didn't choose to believe Anu.
"We fall asleep hoping for the best, but when we wake up we prepare for the worst."
Matavs didn't know why, but she mentioned what Rab had said before.
"We believe in the beauty of human nature, but we know that beauty cannot withstand the test. We believe in the existence of justice, but we do not believe that justice belongs to us."
"So we are dreaming the most beautiful dreams and telling the most beautiful stories."
"But he always does despicable things and ugly things."
For the first time, Matafos felt the complexity of human beings.
There is right and wrong in one thing, and a person can be a hero and a villain at the same time.
He may have done bright things, but he may also have a dark side.
She no longer easily judges a person's rights and wrongs, at least she won't simply comment on a person based on a story.
After reading the story of King Morabi, Matavs in front of the window also picked up a leather booklet.
I imitated Rab in the past, thinking about something in front of the window, and then wrote it down bit by bit.
While under the Pyramid of the Quetzalcoatl.
While Matafos was waiting there, she did not do anything. She also quietly wrote a story according to Rab's dictation.
A story unique to the Black Dragon, a script written with Anu as the protagonist, completely different from the profile description in the Holy Scriptures.
Marta Fusi has watched the performances of the Goblin Troupe, and has translated and dubbed the characters of the Goblin Troupe many times. She also wrote many plot drafts while in Moonlight City.
She had never thought before that these things could be used again.
And now.
She tried to write a script in the style of puppet theater.
She originally planned to show Rab the story after she finished writing it, but she didn't expect that she didn't make it in the end.
now.
After carefully reading the details of "The Biography of King Morabi" again, Matavs felt that the Anu in her mind became clearer.
She wrote like a divine help, combining the Anu in Rab's eyes, the Anu in Morabi's eyes and the Anu in her own eyes, and wrote a brand new story.
When the story was completed, she prefaced it with the words that the Quetzalcoatl god Kurmis said to herself.
"A person's true inner good and evil is not determined by his appearance, he is not good because of his beauty, and he is not evil because of his ugliness."
Then, give it a name.
"Dragon's Heart."
Matafos held "Dragon Heart" and said with some nostalgia.
"Prince Rab, this is the only thing I can do for you."
She took her leather book with her and walked out of the hotel.
She is going to find a rainbow tree and send out her first attempt at writing a script.
Although there is a prayer hall for the Tower Keepers in Lime City, there is no Temple of Miracles, so there is no Rainbow Tree.
However, Lime City is not far from the volcanic forest. In such a vast forest, it is not difficult to find a rainbow tree.
Matafosi entered the volcanic forest and wandered around, following the method taught to him by Rab, and finally passed through a layer of colored light.
When I raised my head, I saw a rainbow tree with flowers of different colors.
This rainbow tree must be a few years old.
It is very tall and the tree hole is also very wide.
Matavs stepped forward and began to pray and perform some kind of ritual under the rainbow tree.
However, this ritual is not to connect to the gods, but to connect to the existence of a certain creator god.
"The messenger of the Kingdom of Creation, the leader of the goblin performance troupe, the great goblin Simila."
"Please accept my story!"
"Although my writing may not be good, this story must be a good story."
After Matafus finished praying, she put the leather booklet in her hand into the tree hole.
As soon as the vortex in the tree hole turned, the leather booklet disappeared into it.
Matafosi was a little looking forward to it, but also a little worried.
She didn't know whether the other party could receive it.
Will you read it after receiving it, and will you approve it after reading it?
but.
She hopes that one day, when passing by a certain city.
I can dream about the legendary fairy performance troupe again, with the beautiful voice and shadow like the dream spirit standing on the stage, announcing to everyone.
"The show we are going to perform today is——"
"Dragon's Heart."
——
On the way back, you can see that the entire Lime City has been holding celebrations for many days.
The followers of the Harvest Temple and Quetzalcoatl are celebrating because their god has just performed a miracle and traveled to the kingdom of the gods.
When Matafosi was passing by the street, she could see the attendants of the Harvest Temple carrying a huge statue of Quetzalcoatl made of plants, across the street and away.
Moreover, wherever the statue passed, the trees on the street glowed with life one by one.
This made the believers on both sides of the street become extremely fanatical.
"Great Quetzalcoatl God Kurmis, thank you for bringing the power of harvest."
"God of Harvest, under your protection, this year will definitely be a good year."
"Thank you for your gift..."
Everyone was lying on the ground, but they still couldn't help but look at the high statue of the god from the corner of their eyes.
In their eyes, the statue shone with golden light, bringing harvest and food.
So beautiful, so sacred.
Matafos also stood on the roadside, remembering what the Quetzalcoatl God Kurmis had said to her.
"A long time ago, they called me a monster."
"Later, they called me the strange feathered serpent."
"By the end, they were calling me Quetzalcoatl."
And from this moment on.
The image of the feathered serpent is truly and thoroughly linked to the gods.
No one calls it a monster anymore, and no one thinks it's weird anymore.
Everyone will shout when they see it.
"Ah, what a divine and beautiful gesture!"
"Only gods can have such a majestic form."
"The golden color represents a good harvest, the wings represent good weather, and the mane represents..."
Matafos waited for the statue of Quetzalcoatl to pass by, and prepared to walk back.
But he didn't expect that there seemed to be a voice coming from the statue.
"Matafusi~"
"Come here~"
Matafosi raised her head and took a look. Although she saw nothing, she vaguely understood something.
So I followed the statue and walked forward, finally entering the Harvest Temple.
The people in the temple did not stop Matavs and allowed her to enter the deepest part.
Outside a sacred hall, there were a large number of demon knights and divine servants wearing yellow divine robes crawling on the ground.
The feeling of these demon knights is completely different from before. The magic crystals they contracted with the demon beasts have been refined by the power of Quetzalcoatl. In other words, from now on, they are truly the servants of God.
They can contact their gods anytime and anywhere, as long as they chant the name of the gods and the gods are willing to respond to them.
They can borrow the power of God from the Kingdom of God.
The Harvest Temple at this time is completely different from the Harvest Temple before.
And this is just the change of Harvest Temple.
The changes in magic potions and monsters are even more dramatic.
Quetzalcoatl has acquired a mythical persona.
The magic potions in the entire world can grow freely, and the magic potion plant has truly become an extraordinary plant that can reproduce itself and inherit itself.
The self-propagation and inheritance of magic medicine plants also means that the Warcraft clan has truly entered the stage of history.
Not a flash in the pan, but a real ethnic group.
In places that ordinary people cannot see, in every corner of the world, a large number of magic plants are multiplying and growing, and new magical beasts are constantly emerging.
Matavs looked at these demon knights, and finally saw the Patriarch of the Harvest Temple, who stretched out his hand in an inviting gesture to let them enter the temple.
Matafosi nodded and entered the hall.
Then I saw the Quetzalcoatl statue made of plants.
A ray of light soared into the sky, shot into the dome of the palace, and blended into the colorful paintings.
A golden door opened.
Looking through the door, you see a strange world composed of extraordinary plants.
There, the huge body of Quetzalcoatl was suspended at the top of the divine kingdom, coiled together and blending into the sea of clouds.
"The land of gold."
Matafos once again saw the Kingdom of Gods that had ascended to the Kingdom of Gods, and this time she sharply saw a figure standing under the giant feathered serpent.
And the figure fell down and fell directly into the world.
It fell into the plant-made statue in front of Matafosi.
After a while, the statue actually started to move.
Only then did Marta Fusi see that the feathered serpents made of plants were coiled together, with a dead snake-man egg in their arms.
At this moment, a shadow penetrated into the dead egg.
A huge amount of vitality poured into it, and then the dead eggs were resurrected, and then they broke out of their shells and were born.
A baby snakeman emerges from an egg, but within a few steps, it transforms into an adult.
The golden light condensed and turned into a yellow divine robe.
The snake man stepped forward little by little and walked in front of Matavs, staring at her with his golden pupils.
"I'll fulfill my promise."
Of course Matafusi knew that the person in front of her should be what Kurmis looked like when she was a snake-man.
But she raised her head and saw that the huge feathered serpent body in the Kingdom of God was still there.
"There are two of you."
"Is this a clone?"
The other party replied: "No, I am reincarnated from the original body."
Quetzalcoatl God Kurmis raised his head and looked at the majestic mythical life body.
"That is the body that appears from my mythological prop, the golden seed jar. Unlike the Blue Goddess who uses her own ghost to transform into a mythical spirit, I used my spirit and body to make the golden seed jar."
"I gave it my spiritual part and became the mythical spirit that controls it."
"You can think that it is only my body and spirit that have become myths, and I am still walking on the path of myths."
This was the first time that Marta Voss knew this secret.
But what she was more confused about was, why do you do this?
"Why, wouldn't it be better to just become a myth?"
The Quetzalcoatl God Kurmis did not hide anything. At this point, his plan could be said to be clear.
"In order to compete for the true god fruit of the four major powers."
"Only when you step into the status of demigod, can you be qualified to compete for the position of authority among the four major lords."
"The status brought by the mythical props is not enough to touch the four true god fruits."
Kormis even mentioned a name that shocked even Matavus.
"Your Winged God's Chosen Duma is also following this path. In a sense, we are competitors."
"This road is difficult to walk, and this is just the first step."
Although Matafosi was the favored one of the God of Witch Doctors, she also admired the name Duma very much. She did not expect that the other party was also walking on such an extremely difficult road.
Matafos raised her head and looked at Kormis.
"The fruit of the four major powers... the true god..."
She discovered some secrets again, something unknown to mortals.
——
The Kingdom of Creation God.
The sea of sun flowers is connected with the kingdom of fairies. This is the kingdom of dream creatures.
The Festival of Prayer celebrations have ended long ago, but the new show added to the celebrations, the puppet show of the Goblin Performance Troupe, has always been talked about by everyone in the Kingdom of the Creator.
Everyone discussed the wonderful performances, interesting stories, and ancient legends.
Looking forward to what the goblin performance troupe will perform next.
"Simila said, next time it will be a new story."
"What did you say you would play?"
"Of course I will play the role in the sequel of the Fairy Fighting the Demon King!"
"Really?"
Can there be a second part of this thing?
Of course, what was talked about a lot was the little episode after the performance.
A certain little goblin stood in front of the door of the Goblin Library, took out a blank canvas, and spoke boldly.
"From today on, I will become a great painter."
"I have already thought about it. My first painting will be called "Dragonfly"."
"Although I haven't started painting yet, this must be a work full of meaning and profound meaning. It is a great painting that symbolizes the courage of the fairies. It is a profound depiction of our great epic victory. It is..."
If you go any further, it would no longer be a moral or profound meaning.
That has been completely and directly promoted. There is no need to call it a covert name like Dragonfly, just call it "The Sorrow of the Demon God".
However, the goblins discussed it for a long time, but in the end no one dared to stand up and make trouble with this.
Those who can come out to draw "Dragonfly" are already warriors of the Fairy Country.
Although the name was not obvious enough, all the fairies knew what he was going to draw.
In an instant, the entire goblin library was boiling inside and outside. A large number of goblins rushed into the sky, dragging rainbows in the sky and setting off brilliant fireworks.
"Whoa whoa!"
"Really?"
"Are you going to hang out?"
"Hang it in the most conspicuous place in the goblin library."
The goblins were crazy with joy and asked the "warriors" one by one.
"When can we come out?"
The "Warrior" stood in front of the big library and spoke out his precise plan with great arrogance.
He has already thought out all the steps and will implement them bit by bit starting from tomorrow.
"First of all, I plan to spend three hundred years learning how to draw."
"Then it will take another three hundred years to create the most exquisite canvas in the world."
"It will take another three hundred years to prepare the most beautiful and bright pigments in the world."
"The last thing..."
Each of the goblins rubbed their heads with the raised corners of their clothes. This guy was as outrageous as a certain great writer. If he continued like this, he wouldn't be able to finish it in thousands of years.
At this time, a voice came from the crowd.
"Ah, so slow."
"In this case, before the final painting is finished, you will be planted in a flower pot by the devil."
Following the sound, I saw a completely different guy emerging from the group of goblins.
Wearing a golden wreath and black hair.
She held her face in her hands and looked serious.
The "warrior" on the stage looked guilty, but he said it.
"Who said that I'm not afraid of the big devil!"
"We just won a great and glorious victory."
After finishing speaking, he muttered.
"Also, I didn't do anything, so why should the big devil arrest me?"
The guy in the audience is still giving suggestions seriously at this moment.
It's not a big deal for her to watch the excitement, and she also wants to see the famous painting "Dragonfly" as soon as possible.
"So, you have to hurry up!"
"Draw the picture quickly before you are planted in the flower pot."
"When the big devil comes back, it will be too late."
After hearing the suggestion, the "Warrior" really considered whether he should modify his perfect plan.
However, this is the perfect plan that I have thought about for a long time. How could I change it just because of a small setback?
Wouldn't that be perfect?
An imperfect plan is like...
The little goblin, who was thinking more and more, suddenly realized the problem. He looked angrily at Saint Raphael below.
"No, why do I have to be planted in a flower pot?"
"Also, you actually called Ms. Sally the devil. You are finished."
"I'll go talk to Him when Lady Sally comes back."
"In this way, I won't be arrested. I have made a meritorious service, and you are the one who will be arrested."
The little goblin on the stage was so proud that her identity transformation was completed in the blink of an eye.
From the "warrior" who fought against the Demon King, he became the Demon King's loyal lackey.
"you are done."
"Slightly, slightly, slightly~"
A certain fairy who was sitting in the audience using her suitcase as a bench, shamelessly eating and drinking, eating melon and watching the fun, looked dull at the moment.
"Eh?"
The goblins present immediately moved in unison and distanced themselves from Saint Raphael.
Most of the fairies have been planted in flower pots by Sally, but they have never seen fairies planted in flower pots.
Is that right?
Get a bigger flower pot.
Many fairies who were familiar with Saint Raphael gathered around and thoughtfully shared with Saint Raphael strategies on how to adapt to being planted in a flower pot and how to please the big devil so that he could be released faster.
Even more considerately, I gave her a book directly.
Saint-Raphael looked at the "A Thousand Ways to Deal with Planting in Flower Pots" in his hand and was dumbfounded.
When death was imminent, the poor fairy still tried to struggle to her death: "No, no, didn't you also call yourself the Big Devil?"
The goblins said nonchalantly: "It's okay, that's what all the goblins say, but you, Saint Raphael, are different."
The goblins said in unison: "You are the first among the fairies to shout like this."
San Rafael held his head, with an expression on his face that said I was going to die.
On the other side, Simila's fairy realm.
Simila sat on a chair made of thimbles and leaned in front of a table held up by clamps.
She held a pen between her lips and pouted her lips, making a sound of thinking.
"Hmm~"
"Hmm~"
Facing the expectations of the outside world, the great fairy Simila, who is the protagonist at this moment, is particularly distressed.
Because the flow of time in the Kingdom of Creation is completely different from that in the outside world, a year outside is only a month or two to the goblins inside.
Therefore, Simila must prepare and think about the next performance during this period of time.
Last time, she boasted that she would perform a new show in Haikou next time.
But it is easy to say it, but it is difficult to wait for it to be realized.
Asking her to come up with a new story so quickly, isn't this embarrassing the goblin?
"You can't really stage "The Fairy Fights the Devil 2", right?"
At this time, a paper plane flew slowly from a distance and flew into Simila's domain.
Finally, he passed by her window and stopped on the table.
"My letter?"
Simila untied the paper airplane in confusion, and after a burst of colorful light, she saw a leather booklet appear.
After she opened it, she found a script written inside.
And the story, background, and lines all seemed to be customized based on her previous performance habits.