Fairy’s Box

Tree Sea World · Underground Cave

In one of the most spacious and comfortable mother tree halls, the fungus creatures all over the floor shimmered with cold light, which were refracted by the giant gemstones everywhere, reflecting various halos, and with all kinds of strange lighting plants, the hall was illuminated with colorful lights.

Under the corolla throne made of twelve kinds of white plants, a four-winged male tree elf clenched his fists tightly with a sad expression, and said in a soothing and melodious tone of high elf language:

"Your Majesty died in battle, at the hands of the God of Destruction in Antrazu, everyone, Ovidis is in danger of destruction, we must unite, end the civil war, and unite with the outside world!"

The male tree elf who spoke was the husband of Queen Quenya, the nominal supreme leader of the Sea of ​​Trees world. Just now, he lost his partner who had supported each other for a hundred years.

Under the stage, a tree elf with silver hair took a step forward and said coldly:

"Even the tree goddess Sama and the underworld **** Angrit have lost. Dear Prince Sindar, how are you going to fight with us? By speech?"

"Patriarch Dean, even if there is only a glimmer of hope, we must fight. If we don't fight, today is the end of the sea of ​​​​trees! You are the elder, and you have witnessed the evil deeds of Antrazu with your own eyes, and they have destroyed our civilization. !"

Sindar slowly pulled out the sword from his waist, pointed to the top floor of the hall, and said in a cadence: "The other party will not let us go, so we must fight! We must take revenge!"

"madness!"

Dean's eyes shot two cold lights, and his voice suddenly raised several degrees, pointing to the other party's nose and scolding:

"Ovidis is no longer the Ovidis of the past, we are weak! We have lost our springs, our land, our civilization, and our pride! The reason is the war waged by the Lord God Mistertin out of his own power! And you, Prince Sindar, Do you want to start another war beyond your means?"

Prince Sindar's expression suddenly became indifferent, and he shook his head slightly and said, "Patriarch Dean, I never thought you were so cowardly! The God of Destruction has come and even destroyed our light, yet you are still fighting the war."

"You know better than me why the God of Destruction came! We need to quell his anger! War will only make us destroy faster! Indemnity, apology, vassal, tribute... For the future of the tree elves, no matter how harsh the conditions are acceptable."

Patriarch Dean opened his nose wide because of excitement, and his well-maintained face stretched out several deep wrinkles, and suddenly turned to face the other tree elves in the hall:

"Antarassu is different from what you imagined. The occupants are not vicious devils. They are more civilized than us, yearn for peace, and respect contracts more!"

"Patriarch Dean, it's so ugly!" Sindar interrupted him rudely, and pointed his saber straight in the past: "You are trying to beautify our enemy, are you trying to betray us? So that you can turn to Anterasu to be a tree Elf slave?"

Dean slowly turned his head, looked directly into the other person's eyes, and said a sentence:

"Your Highness Sindar! You have been trying to start a war that must be lost. Do you want to fight for the future of the tree elves, or simply want to avenge Queen Quenya?"

"What did you say!" Sindar's face was suddenly flushed with excitement, red to the roots of his hair, his eyes were fixed on the insulter, his pupils were wide open, and an uncontrollable anger ignited.

"Queen Quenya's life is very precious, but it is not worth exchanging the future of the tree elves." Dean did not pay attention to the other party's thoughts, but raised the wooden staff in his hand and pointed to the dome of the hall:

"Look at it carefully, and then use the most rational mind to think about how to fight against that powerful existence with Ovidis' weak force."

A little bit of green light emerged from the tip of the wooden stick, flickering like the shards of stars, forming a floating ripple, and quickly spreading into a huge oval plane, with a clear scene of destruction on it.

In the mirror is a lit darkness, a strong cyan halo between the sky and the earth, through the image, all the tree elves present are shrouded in it.

There was an inexplicable song in the air.

Obelisk... Obelisk...

Countless creatures are singing loudly, high-pitched and ethereal, as if they came from another time and space far away, and their voices are looming.

Around the space-time tunnel in the center of the sky, dark red thunder disks swirl to form giant electric snakes, constantly stirring the tumbling black clouds, forming a dark red vortex around it.

All the tree elves know that this is the world consciousness is accumulating the remaining power, brewing the last counterattack, trying to obliterate the powerful invaders.

In the center of the void in the sky, a bronze-colored giant of light is trying to break free from the time-space tunnel and enter the world of trees. Although it seems laborious, it is only a matter of time.

On the dead land, the **** of the underworld, Angriet, was cut in two and was dying, and the goddess of trees, Sama, was burned to ashes, leaving only the huge rhizomes that were intricately intertwined.

Whoo-hoo-!

The thunder light accumulated to the apex, the whole world was dark red, the violent thunder was transmitted to the ground, and countless giant electric snakes rushed to the giant of light at the same time.

In an instant, the dark red sea of ​​thunder turned into a piece of thunder, and the entire continent shook, and the energy of annihilation exploded rapidly.

"Destroyed!" Sindar cried out, his face full of fear of the power of heaven and earth, and the saber clenched in his hand trembled slightly with the master's gaffe.

"..." Dean glanced at him blankly, his eyes full of contempt for the ignorant.

The thunder light gradually dissipated, and one of the sea of ​​​​trees was silent, and the mournful sound of the wind hovered in the depths of the sky, as if symbolizing the helpless wailing of world consciousness.

Boom-!

"It's impossible..." Prince Sindar's face was pale, his body trembled like an electric shock, and the sword fell to the ground instantly, making a crisp sound.

In the cracked hole in the sky, the intact giant of light seemed to have noticed something strange. The body surface was full of azure light, and two divine lights suddenly shot out from both eyes, and roared like thunder:

"Who is it? Dare to spy on me!"

At the same time, the council hall in the depths of the ground shook for a while, the dome suddenly broke, a large number of accumulated stones fell to the ground, and the tree elves quickly avoided embarrassed.

"Ovidis cave tree elf, Dean Western, the patriarch of the Green Forest Tribe, meets the **** of destruction in the upper world."

Dean, however, was unmoved, knelt down straight and bowed three times before stroking his chest with one hand:

"This disaster was provoked by the goddess of the tree Sama and the **** of the underworld, Angrit, and we didn't know it. But we are willing to open the time-space tunnel of the tree sea world and conclude a trade treaty with the upper realm. Thirty years of mining rights for all non-ferrous metals, 10 million tons of high-grade magic stones, 100 million tons of spices, rare wood, and dead sea spar, as compensation."

In the depths of the sky, the furious God of Retribution, Obelisk, instantly regained his composure, his eyes flickered, and his majestic and deep vibrato went straight to the ground:

"Sea of ​​Trees World, you don't have to say it, change someone who can really make the decision."