Throne of Magical Arcana

"Okay, everyone is here." The black-haired and brown-eyed Yurisian counted the people according to the list.

Hearing his words, Exilion smiled slightly, and turned to look at Lucien: "Your Excellency Evans, Your Excellency Forman, are you ready to go?"

When he thought of the polluted elf tree and the dozens of compatriots who had been corrupted and demonized, he was so anxious that he couldn't restrain his emotions.

Lucien originally wanted to look at Atlante to confirm his thoughts, but when he turned around, he saw only a pair of tightly closed eyes. He shook his head and laughed, and Natasha's low laughter rang in his ears. , she obviously noticed Lucien's predicament, habits and experience inevitably made people make mistakes.

"Mr. Atlante, do you have anything else to do?" Lucien asked directly.

Atlante nodded slightly, smiling amiably: "There is nothing else, I mainly assist you in this investigation."

Elestine breathed a sigh of relief, and just about to speak, she suddenly felt dizzy, the surrounding colors faded, leaving only the most intense darkness, and then, she saw the vast starry sky, but the stars were no longer bright, but like All kinds of elements emit different rays of light, some are silvery white, some are golden, some are dark green, some are deep red...

"Atomic Universe..." The name suddenly appeared in her mind, and all the middle and high-level magicians except Heidi and others whispered it out.

Felipe's face was as pale as ever, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he seemed to be enduring the dizziness of jumping in space. He put his hands in the pockets of the black long windbreaker, his back was straight, his head was raised a little, and his eyes looked deeply at the people around him. Elemental planet, I don't know what I'm thinking.

Before Elestine's discomfort could be resolved, she saw the rotation speed of the elemental planet suddenly speeding up, drawing a trajectory full of mystery, and connecting them into weird and strange symbols.

As soon as she saw these symbols, her eyes became dizzy again, and she could no longer clearly feel the surrounding scene, and she had a strange illusion of walking in a long and dark tunnel.

In such a dazed state, Elestine didn't know how long time had passed, and a bright light suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, causing her to narrow her eyes slightly, and her head felt dizzy as if she would vomit at any time.

"We're in the Stroop Forest, please lead us to the 'Natural Residence'." Lucien's mellow voice seemed to pass through countless worlds before reaching Elestine's ears, misty and hazy.

"Natural dwelling" is a powerful mystic of the elves, and it is also used to refer to the elves' settlements in Stroup Forest.

Elestine shook her head, trying to get rid of the dizziness, but suddenly saw a beautiful but heroic face, silver-purple clear eyes with a faint smile, and a thumb-sized glowing shimmering light in her open palm Fruit, said with a clear and pleasant voice: "Chilga, a special fruit of the Kingdom of Holm, only grows on the banks of the Chilga River, which is only tens of kilometers long, and can quickly calm the dizziness caused by space transfer."

Elestine took the fruit and put it in her mouth. She immediately felt the cool, sour and sweet taste, and her mind became clear: "Thank you, Your Majesty the Queen."

As a diplomat, how could she not know the Queen of the Kingdom of Holm, the wife of His Excellency Evans?

Natasha smiled and said, "Actually, you'll be fine once you get used to it. Space jumping isn't that scary."

She turned her head and walked back to Sean's side, secretly laughing with the heart connection she had fixed long ago: "Is the princess of the elf family so weak? Princesses like me are really rare."

"Don't you take a look at her strength?" Lucien expressed his satisfaction that his wife continued to talk with Elestine without being "full of a gentleman".

Natasha proudly said: "When I came to the Kingdom of Holm when I was a child, I passed through the 'Element Paradise', and it's not as unbearable as her."

"Well, you are unique." Lucien wisely ended the topic with a compliment.

Elestine fully recovered after taking a few breaths, and found that the mages of the Magic Council had already woken up through various strange means, so she showed an elegant and polite smile: "Everyone, please follow me to the 'Natural Residence'. "

When they came, they used the natural magic of Archdruid Malfurion, and space dizziness was relatively less serious—not all legends have half-planes, the priests of the holy spirit do not, and most epic knights do not, Dade Ruy does not have it, only legendary magicians and those who occupy a special demiplane or a certain layer of a different dimension, such as Apsys in "Bone Wasteland" and Tifer in "Silent Hell" Didis.

Of course, their demiplanes are generally considered to be bestowed by the Lord of Hell or the will of the abyss. Fighting in them has a domain bonus effect, increasing their strength from half a level to the first level.

"This is a space jump based on a demiplane?" Exilion followed behind his sister, feeling that he had only been dizzy for a while, but in front of him was the familiar and friendly Stroop Forest.

The increasingly hot weather in June can't find a trace in the Strup Forest. The breeze coming through the leaves brings the unique fragrance and coolness of the forest, and sends melodious birdsong.

The shrunken crystal dragon Afris walked in the front of the line like a puppy, looking around, his eyes so focused that Eurysian, a member of the affairs committee who was born as a battle mage and an internal punishment officer, sighed. Be careful!

"Alfres, what are you looking for?" Heidi is very fond of the "magic pet" like Little Crystal, and has a very good relationship with it.

Aferis stared at the forest like a detective, and the breath of the giant dragon emitted made no creature dare to move within a few kilometers around him. His voice was childish but very serious: "I remember a magician found a gem mine in the forest!"

"But it's obviously not here..." Katrina couldn't help reminding it of its normal knowledge of physical geography.

Avris is not discouraged: "There are many gifts of nature where the elves live!"

It was thinking of this that it followed Lucien facelessly, and Lucien agreed to its plea considering that a small number of elves hated humans but did not dislike dragons, and that it was outstanding in illusion.

Elestine looked at this little guy with translucent crystal scales, and was not surprised by its dragon nature, but couldn't help shaking his head at its nouveau riche-style attire.

There are shining rings on the front paws of the small crystal, and several medals are hung on the chest with a golden thread, including the Silver Moon Medal representing the highest honor, and some are usually borrowed from Lucien's alchemy experiments. The items that came here must be returned in the future, so they are worn on the body at any time, and they seize the time to "exchange feelings" with them, looking inseparable - for Lucien to see.

Since Lucien was not far from the "natural residence" when he jumped over from the space, under the guidance of the two elf royal families, it didn't take long for the "Joint Visiting Group of the Magic Council and the Kingdom of Holm" to see the place covered by a layer of mist. Shrouded place: In the haze, the forest is lush and towering. Under the guidance of magical power, the branches they grow form a tree house in the air. The lake in the center is as gentle as a gem, and the flowers and fruits around are strange and colorful. Beautiful, it is a residence, but also nature!

"It's so beautiful..." Heidi, Katrina and other girls had no resistance to the beautiful environment, and they praised it one after another. Even Felipe and other gloomy magicians, after witnessing this fairy-tale "natural residence", There is also a sense of spiritual tranquility and the feeling that the mind has been wiped clean.

At this time, Malfurion, an old elf with dark blue skin, came out of the mist holding an uncarved wooden staff, followed by many elves with different skin and hair colors.

"Welcome, honored guests." Malfurion said on behalf of the elf court, "Please allow me to be impolite, but the damage suffered by the elf tree has made every elf very painful. Please also Evans, Forman, Na Tasha, you follow me to the center of the lake."

"This is our purpose." Lucien understands the importance of the elf tree to the elves, and also wonders if he can exchange a precious fruit back, so that with the Fountain of Youth, he and Natasha can hold the final meeting. Well the legendary ritual of extending life.

At the same time, Lucien used the message technique to instruct Jurisian, Splinter, Heidi and other magicians: "You go around, talk to the elves, and find out the details of the matter, especially the dozens of fallen elves. A sign before demonization."

"Of order, Your Excellency." Urisian was always quite serious when performing tasks, and could not see the usual humor.

So, under the guidance of Malfurion, the dark elf, the three legends flew to the Elven Royal Court in the middle of the lake - the Elven Tree was at the core of the royal court.

Before flying halfway, Lucien and Natasha saw a towering ancient tree. Its diameter was equivalent to one end of the Nekser Palace to the other end. The brown-green color is pulsating powerfully as if there is vigorous life.

This elf king tree has a sense of detachment and loftiness. It is clearly here, but it seems to be in another world. Lucien is no stranger to this feeling. The soul fireplace is richer and purer than it, unlike it that can be touched.

"Sure enough, it's polluted..." Natasha's eyes were sharper before Lucien cast magic, and she saw a few places on the trunk that were incompatible with the brown-green rich black, which corroded the tree. The nearby bark is slowly expanding.

At this time, a figure flew out of a tree house naturally formed on the elf tree, with black hair, silver-white skin, slender figure, pointed ears, and a simple wooden bow on his back.

"This is the captain of the guard, 'Revenge Hunter' Lanhir." Malfurion introduced Lucien, Natasha, and Atlante.

It turned out to be another legendary third-tier elf... Lucien nodded secretly. This male elf with many mysterious and beautiful patterns on his neck is a legend who grew up relying on the elf's own talent, not a druid.

"This is Grand Arcanist 'Atom Control' Lucien Evans, this is his wife, 'Sword of Judgment' Natasha Violet, this is 'Eye of the Curse' Atlant Forman , I believe you are no stranger." Malfurion said to Ranhir, then frowned slightly, "Where is Ferragand?"

Although Lanhir is more inclined to melee combat, he has a well-proportioned body and almost no gnarled muscles. He snorted coldly: "Felagand doesn't want to welcome guests. You know, he is the leader of the natural hatred faction."

He and Felagunde seem not to be in harmony, deliberately pointing things out.